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"Where have you been?" asked the Old Scholar.
"I took the book and hid in a place called Spiritual Ore Mountain to study the contents of the Cultivation Method I found in it. However, I did not see the Great Void Technique or the Transcendent Hand. The book described a Daoist Art that transforms the body and Soul into a phantom, allowing one to evade any attack from martial force or Daoist Arts. Later, I accidentally discovered Lu Wu heading to Qilian Mountain, so I followed him to the Underworld, intending to seize his Linglong Tower, but he escaped. On my way back to the Central Plains, I saw Sword Elder flying with his sword and followed him, only to find my father engaged in battle with them," Yang Xuanzong replied.
"You arrived just in time. This Daoist Art is indeed astonishing. I thought your talent was insufficient and feared you might go astray after reading the book, but I did not expect you could comprehend such an unusual Daoist Art," said the Old Scholar.
"Isn't the content of the Dao Book fixed?" Yang Xuanzong asked.
"Of course not," the Old Scholar replied. "The Yang Family has passed down books for generations, and those who can comprehend Daoist Arts from them are all prodigies. I have studied these books for nearly a hundred years and have only managed to derive the One Qi Transforming into Three Purities divine art, along with Mind Attack and Transcendent Hand. For a thousand years, I am the only one who has grasped three Daoist Arts from these texts; no one else, including your grandfather and that rebellious disciple Yang Sanqian, could understand more than one."
"In that case, Xuanzong will pass on the Transformation Technique to you," Yang Xuanzong said.
"No need," replied the Old Scholar. "The content of the Yang Family Book has significant limitations. Back in the day, our Ancestor selected the Void Technique from many comprehended Daoist Arts to pass down to future generations. Not all Daoist Arts derived by others were transmitted due to these limitations; practicing one Daoist Art greatly affects others. I have perfected the Great Void Technique and Transcendent Hand, but my Mind Attack has stagnated. It took me a hundred years to master One Qi Transforming into Three Purities; how could I practice any more Daoist Arts from the book? Your talent is high, but still falls short compared to mine. Practicing Void Technique and Transformation Technique is just right for you. After some time, I will teach you One Qi Transforming into Three Purities. This technique can only be used once in a lifetime; it allows you to create two identical copies of yourself—one inclined towards evil and the other towards righteousness—to serve as additional helpers."
"Thank you, Father!" Hearing this from the Old Scholar filled Yang Xuanzong with excitement. One Qi Transforming into Three Purities is the highest Daoist Art of the Daoist Sect and also Laozi Li Er's signature skill; all Three Pure Ones of the Daoist Sect are his incarnations!
Yang Xuanzong took out a Golden Handkerchief and presented it to the Old Scholar. The handkerchief shimmered with runes that contained Void Secret Power.
"Go investigate where Yang Hao and his group are residing—Three Inner Return to the Yin Mountain Underground Palace. I have transferred most of my accumulated power over these past few months into that old thief's body using Great Zhou Compass runes; there will be quite a show soon," said the Old Scholar as he took the book, tore through space, and vanished into the mountain stream.
"Has he left?" Iron Bull asked from his hiding spot by the stream, excitement evident on his face.
Taihe Zhenren remarked, "Not at all; he's at least bigger than Old Man!"
Taihe Zhenren then lunged at Yang Xuanzong like a cheetah, throwing a punch at his back. Yang Xuanzong frowned and turned to look at Taihe Zhenren while conjuring a circle of water-like void around him. Taihe Zhenren crashed into this void water barrier and was sent flying by a slap from Yang Xuanzong.
"Taihe old man! How dare you sneak attack me!" Yang Xuanzong shouted angrily.
Taihe Zhenren chuckled softly, "You know me; I'm just here for some friendly sparring."
Yang Xuanzong snorted, "If there's nothing else, disappear from my sight immediately; otherwise, don't blame me..."
Before Yang Xuanzong could finish his sentence, he suddenly flew forward. His skull cracked as blood gushed from his nose, leaving him sprawled on the ground.
In Yang Xuanzong's original position, Iron Bull had thrown a heavy punch infused with divine light and swirling Dao Qi.
Yang Xuanzong suddenly stood up, his Dao Qi surging. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and found himself frozen in place.
Taihe Zhenren chuckled and kicked Yang Xuanzong in the rear, saying, "With your intelligence, you dare to kill the Old Man? If it weren't for the fact that the Old Man has no grudges against you, I would take your life right now!"
Iron Bull also laughed foolishly, looking proudly at his iron-like fists. Having successfully captured Yang Family Head Yang Xuanzong after a victorious first battle, he felt a sense of satisfaction that he had never experienced before.
Yang Xuanzong said, "The Old Man has no grudges against you two. Don’t you care about the Old Scholar’s face?"
Iron Bull slapped Yang Xuanzong across the face and replied, "How can there be no grudges? Back then at Mount Hua, if I hadn't practiced Chemical Martial Arts, your grandson Yang Long would have killed me. Besides, the Yang Family has harmed my boss multiple times; this grudge must be avenged!"
With that, Iron Bull threw another punch at Yang Xuanzong's mouth, sending him flying backward for more than ten feet. His teeth shattered, and Yang Xuanzong was left dazed and confused, stars dancing before his eyes. At this moment, his acupoints were sealed, leaving him unable to use Dao Qi; otherwise, he wouldn't have suffered such humiliation.
Yang Xuanzong knew that Taihe Zhenren was a lone wolf and never expected him to have an accomplice. Moreover, Iron Bull had always been an unknown figure. Although he followed Yang Hao, he had always been a burden and had nearly died several times. Now, for some reason, he had become a Mahayana Realm warrior. A single punch had cracked his skull, leaving him in agony and blank-minded!
Iron Bull declared, "I want to twist off his head and bring it back to my boss for revenge!"
He grabbed Yang Xuanzong by the collar and lifted him up. Yang Xuanzong was terrified and exclaimed in shock. Taihe Zhenren quickly intervened and said, "Are you serious?"
"What else should I do with his life?" Iron Bull asked.
Taihe Zhenren replied, "Didn’t you hear the Old Scholar? He wants you to investigate the whereabouts of Yang Hao and the others. He transferred his power from the past few months to Sword Elder using the Great Zhou Compass. What does that mean? Is Sword Elder a spy? No way; Dongfang Yuqing is also one of yours. Sword Elder is known for his calm disposition and would never let the Old Scholar manipulate him. So what is really going on?"
Iron Bull's expression turned fierce as he held Yang Xuanzong by the collar and demanded, "What conspiracy is this?"
Yang Xuanzong responded, "You all heard it too. He just asked me to investigate where Yang Hao and the others live; he didn’t tell me anything else! You can kill or torture me as you wish!"
"You think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?!" Iron Bull kicked Yang Xuanzong in the abdomen, causing him immense pain as veins bulged on his forehead. He fell to his knees.
Taihe Zhenren shook his head and said, "His Qi Sea has been sealed by me. Let’s take him to Guo Daozhen’s residence first. I remember it’s in a place filled with red maples in Jiangnan Suburbs. It’s a pity that the Yang Family Book has returned to the Old Scholar's hands; otherwise, with the Old Man's talent, he would surely gain some insights from it."
With that, Taihe Zhenren walked toward the mountain stream while Iron Bull dragged Yang Xuanzong along as they flew into the distance.
What they didn’t see was that behind Yang Xuanzong's back, he painfully pulled out a Crane from his sleeve despite feeling like his blood vessels were about to burst. The Crane fell to the ground but took flight once Taihe Zhenren and Iron Bull had left.
On Qingliang Mountain, ever since the Serpent Cult brutally slaughtered villagers here, it had become a desolate village.
Decades ago, the Village Temple Festival had faded into memory, and no one worshipped the Medicine King anymore. Even the Ancestor Master on Qinglian Mountain was no longer honored with incense offerings.
As evening approached, a fierce wind howled, and the massive wings of Qiongqi swooped down, landing on the peak of Qingliang Mountain.
At that moment, Qingliang Mountain lay in complete ruin. The houses were dilapidated from years of neglect, and no one lived there to clean up the dust that covered everything.
Douding gazed at the broken candlestick before the statue of the Ancestor Master, where white wax had been completely consumed by mice. Looking at the bamboo-made Disciples' Quarters, he suddenly burst into tears.
Yunxi asked, "What's wrong with you now?"
Wiping his tears, Douding felt a bit aggrieved, his shoulders shaking as he replied, "I miss Master and my senior brothers. Now both Master and Big Brother are gone, and I don't even know how my other brothers are doing."
Seeing Douding cry uncontrollably, Yunxi hugged him tightly and said, "It's okay, it's all in the past. We have important matters to attend to. If we don't hurry, your brother Yang Hao will be gone too."
Douding nodded and quickly led Yunxi to the backyard. At the edge of a cliff in the backyard, Douding pointed to a grave on a high slope below and said, "That is Grandmaster Chang Xi's tomb."
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