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In Yunxi's hand, the Water Linglong emitted a glow, and wisps of black fire poison floated out from Rain Master Luo's body, purified into black smoke by the Water Linglong.
Rain Master Luo's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, fatigue evident in her gaze. I asked, "Senior Sister Yu, are you alright?"
Rain Master Luo shook her head. She struggled to stand but felt weak all over. Rouer supported her and said, "Sister, let me help you to the back courtyard to rest."
Rain Master Luo replied, "No need, I still have matters to attend to. I must leave first."
Yunxi said, "Your fire poison has just been resolved. If you use Dao Qi again in a short time, it will cause great harm to your internal energy. It's better to stay and rest for a moment before leaving."
"Senior Sister Yu," I said, grabbing Rain Master Luo's arm. Her body stiffened for a moment before she gently pulled my hand away and said, "I'm glad you're fine."
With that, Rain Master Luo drew her sword and sliced through the void. Her figure vanished.
"I advise you all to leave Emei Mountain quickly; this place is no longer safe," Rain Master Luo's voice echoed from the void.
The disciples of the Emei Sect called out as they watched Rain Master Luo disappear before their eyes. Miao Shengnan and the few remaining elders exchanged glances, both showing a hint of helplessness and guilt.
Even Bai Xiaoxiang fell silent. She could tell that Rain Master Luo's gaze had briefly lingered on someone before swiftly moving away. It was clear that Rain Master Luo felt helpless about saving the Sect; there was not a single person in Emei who could fight alongside her, not even the Sect Leader.
Rain Master Luo urged everyone to leave first but did not sacrifice herself. With her abilities, no one could stop her if she wanted to escape. When she attempted to leave with her junior sisters, she noticed Rain Master Luo hesitating to speak. In the end, nothing was said.
She remembered how she used to follow Rain Master Luo around while she practiced swordsmanship—determined, patient, and so harsh on herself that it was almost frightening.
Only she knew that Rain Master Luo would suddenly wake up in fright while sleeping. When she asked if Rain Master Luo had nightmares, Rain Master Luo would always deny it and comfort her to sleep more soundly.
She had never seen anyone who could stay in a cave for years, enduring the cold of winter and the heat of summer, practicing swordsmanship day in and day out for a decade.
Those who followed the Dao knew that when one reached a bottleneck in their cultivation, the best method was to enter seclusion. Seclusion meant entering a meditative state, comprehending the natural way, and sometimes sitting for several months. Rain Master Luo had never entered seclusion; she only knew how to practice her sword.
In Bai Xiaoxiang's childhood and youth memories, whether it was day or night, the sound of swords clashing always lingered in her ears.
Members of the Daoist Sect were often solitary. Although Emei had strict rules, every year during the Wuhe Spring Festival in August, everyone would gather to celebrate. Only Rain Master Luo had never participated in any of the sect's festivals or activities. Until one day, Rain Master Luo emerged from A Ray of Hope and told Bai Xiaoxiang that her sword had already become.
When Rain Master Luo conveyed the same message to the sect leader and elders, everyone assumed she had mastered the Flower Washing Sword Technique; no one believed she had achieved the One Sword Technique.
In reality, many high-ranking members of Emei had seen the One Sword Technique. It consisted of a simple three hundred sixty-five sword techniques; a novice would take half a year to practice through them all, while an expert could complete a set in just fifteen minutes after memorizing the techniques.
Miao Shengnan had also practiced it, refining the three hundred sixty-five swords into seventy-two but made no further progress. Bai Xiaoxiang had practiced alongside Rain Master Luo for ten years and had only managed to master one hundred and two swords.
No one in this world could gain without effort; there were countless people who could master the One Sword Technique before thirty, but only Rain Master Luo had succeeded. Even with the Sword Manual publicly available, no one dared to practice it.
Yang Sanqian said, "Now that the Serpent Cult has failed to attack Emei, they are bound to retreat again. The Sword Pavilion is also watching closely, harboring intentions to swallow Emei. I suggest Miao Master take your remaining disciples and leave Emei for now, find another place to settle down until this storm passes."
"Thank you for your reminder, Divine Hero," an elder respectfully replied to Yang Sanqian.
"Thank you," Miao Shengnan acknowledged as she began gathering her remaining elders and disciples to prepare to descend the mountain.
"Dad, the Serpent Cult has provoked me time and again; this time, we cannot let them leave so easily," I suddenly said.
"They have already descended from the mountain; do you intend to intercept them?" Yang Sanqian asked.
I said, "I'm not trying to stop them; I want to kill them. You protect my Nascent Soul; they haven't reached the foot of the mountain yet."
After I finished speaking, I sat cross-legged on the ground, radiating golden light.
"Hao, what are you doing with your Nascent Soul? It's very dangerous," Jiyao said with concern.
My Nascent Soul flew out from within me, taking on a form identical to mine. It floated in the air, emanating a strong golden light that shook the void. Suddenly, it pressed its hands against the ground, and streams of golden light surged into Emei Golden Summit, spreading outwards in all directions.
The members of the Serpent Cult at the foot of the mountain suddenly felt a wave of panic. Countless golden threads erupted from the ground, piercing through their necks. Their eyes turned golden, and they immediately turned to attack Nangong and the others.
The Black-Clad Guardian and Yu Youya stood guard nearby, killing all those who were controlled. Yu Youya exclaimed in shock, "What has happened to these people?"
Nangong Dao replied, "It's either Puppet Technique or those with overwhelming willpower; it's too sinister. We need to leave."
The Black-Clad Guardian said, "Master, shouldn't we find a way to save these disciples? Our numbers are already few; this time, nearly all our followers came to Emei to cooperate with Supreme's actions."
As soon as the Black-Clad Guardian finished speaking, all the Disciples of the Serpent Cult began to turn on each other. In an instant, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses littered the ground.
At Emei Summit, I felt blood streaming from my nose and let out a painful groan. Controlling so many people at once and leading them to their deaths was extremely taxing on my mind. I couldn't kill Nangong and the Elders of the Serpent Cult, but at least I could eradicate all these disciples who aided their tyranny.
Yang Sanqian quickly infused his Dao Qi into my body. The Golden Nascent Soul before me dimmed. Turning back, he saw my pale face and swiftly drilled back into my body.
I opened my eyes, clutching my head in agony; my internal Dao Qi was nearly depleted.
"Interesting. This is truly fascinating! What kind of Daoist Arts are so powerful?" Guo Huaiyi's face revealed a mad gleam.
I said, "It's just the Puppet Technique."
"In an instant, you slaughtered tens of thousands of followers of the Serpent Cult. Even the Supreme wouldn't have that capability; you are the greatest demon of the Daoist Sect!" Guo Huaiyi exclaimed, growing more excited.
Hearing Guo Huaiyi's words, the crowd showed expressions of confusion. They didn't understand what my earlier actions were about. An elder from Emei asked, "Aren't the Serpent Cult members all down the mountain?"
Yang Sanqian and Jiyao also looked down the mountain, worry etched on their faces. Jiyao said, "Hao, you exhausted your true essence to kill so many people. This will bring condemnation upon you."
Killing offends the Yin Spirit and breeds resentment; over time, it can lead to illness. Killing three or five might not be a problem, but if one kills too many, it becomes an issue, and that resentment cannot be easily dispelled.
I replied, "The Serpent Cult has repeatedly harmed those around me; this is merely giving them a lesson."
As soon as I finished speaking, a figure suddenly flew in from a distant mountain, gliding along the treetops. The newcomer had an ethereal presence but appeared slightly hunched.
"Guo Daozhen?" Huzi asked as he looked at Guo Daozhen.
Guo Daozhen replied, "What’s wrong? Am I no longer a blind man? Is it hard to adjust?"
Huzi said, "It is indeed a bit hard to adjust."
Guo Daozhen chuckled and said, "Yang Hao, I saw everything that happened on Emei Mountain. You used your Nascent Soul power and recklessly consumed a hundred thousand merits to slay the Serpent Cult members. You must have stirred up some anger."
"Is it only permissible for the Serpent Cult to kill others while I cannot retaliate?" I asked.
"Of course you can," Guo the Blind smiled. "I’ve been through this before; as long as you can successfully enter the Entrance to the Dao, it will inevitably lead to bloodshed. The Serpent Cult will be left with nothing. If there’s no Divine Serpent Sect Supreme around, Old Man can single-handedly cover it all and wipe out the remaining factions of the Serpent Cult!"
At that moment, Yunxi, who had been lingering at the back of the crowd, suddenly twitched. I looked at Yunxi and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Yunxi replied, "My internal energy just went haywire. I felt a sudden palpitation, but I don’t know why."
Guo Daozhen said, "I know. My purpose for appearing is to remind you all."
"Old Guo, what happened?" I asked.
Guo Daozhen explained, "To protect the Heart Sacred Object, Water Linglong has allowed Yunxi to come back to life through it. You must have transferred Water Linglong's Spirit Energy into someone else’s body. So if you’re not in danger, then someone else is in great peril!"
"Old Guo, are you Douding?" I looked at Old Guo and asked.
"Who else could it be? The Supreme of the Serpent Cult has emerged to capture Douding. It’s been several hours; they must have already been caught."
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