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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
Looking at the heavily panting Ye Mingshang beside him, Unprincipled felt a storm of doubt rising within him. He suspected that this person had touched the realm of immortals. However, it seemed somewhat different; although his magical power was profound, it did not fundamentally differ from theirs. Despite the mysterious and powerful techniques, it did not appear to have crossed the boundary between mortals and immortals. Aside from that Bagua, there was no sign of the kind of earth-shattering power typical of an immortal.
Moreover, the most important point was that immortals could fly, and Ye Mingshang did not seem to possess such an ability. His power was merely infinitely close to that of an immortal but had not yet reached it, and the oppressive force of that Bagua should only be the power of the technique itself. Ye Mingshang had not become an immortal; he had created a form of immortal technique!
Thinking about this possibility made Unprincipled's heart even more unsettled. If Ye Mingshang had become an immortal, he wouldn't have been so shocked; after all, he had long been predicted to be one of the few most likely to achieve immortality within a century. Even if he became an immortal, it wouldn't be surprising; that realm is ethereal and elusive—perhaps one could break through the boundary between mortals and immortals in a moment of enlightenment, or perhaps one could spend a lifetime without finding the path.
Regardless, one thing was undeniable: mortals could not possess immortal techniques! Yet Ye Mingshang not only created an immortal technique but also demonstrated it. Although it seemed to consume a lot of energy, he did not collapse or die from it.
Unprincipled did not know what caused all this, nor was it easy to explore. He had gained this level of strength through forcibly absorbing power from Yan Chixia's legacy, rather than through his own hard work; the realm of immortals was far too distant for him. Without great fortune, there was no hope in this lifetime.
However, he did not dwell on this too much; after all, he was just an ordinary person. Having such power by chance was already quite satisfying. If he lived in ancient times, people would worship him as a deity; he would undoubtedly be a guest of honor at royal banquets. Unlike now, where technology is advanced and information floods the internet.
Although this kind of power is quite unique, it does not attract excessive reverence. Nevertheless, people like him are still coveted guests among the wealthy.
Ye Mingshang gasped heavily as he struggled to pull out a small bottle from his pocket. The bottle was thumb-sized and made of transparent material; it was unclear whether it was glass. Inside were half a bottle of golden pills that sparkled occasionally in the light.
"Uh~" He tilted his head back and swallowed all the pills at once. Ye Mingshang quickly sat cross-legged and after some hand movements with Ling Kong, slowly placed his palms together in his lap.
The others tactfully stepped back to give him space. After Ye Mingshang settled down, a peculiar wave of energy began to surround him. A misty aura enveloped him, resembling that of an Expert in cultivation.
"Brother Ye is so cool!" Lin Qianqian couldn't help but stare in awe, her hands cupping her face with stars in her eyes.
"Master seems to have consumed a lot this time; it's probably similar to when he fought Nie Jin," Joan thought quietly.
Compared to their concern for Ye Mingshang himself, Unprincipled paid more attention to the half bottle of pills Ye Mingshang had just consumed. Generally speaking, pills are black and irregularly shaped. However, those pills were golden and reflected light—definitely not ordinary items. To use such things for healing indicated a profound background. If it were someone else, he might have entertained thoughts of seizing them, but Ye Mingshang was Demon King Minghe's adopted son; he dared not offend him.
Moreover, although Ye Mingshang appeared to be in poor condition, a thin camel is bigger than a horse—who knows what other trump cards he might have? It wouldn't be worth losing one's life over these treasures.
Perhaps these pills were indeed miraculous; after resting for only five minutes, Ye Mingshang opened his eyes. His black pupils sparkled brightly like brilliant stars. His face also lost its fatigue and appeared somewhat radiant.
"Ah~" He exhaled lightly. Ye Mingshang slowly stood up and stretched his limbs; feeling comfortable in his body brought a smile to his face. He thought to himself, "The old man's pills are truly effective; I feel my strength has increased again. Next time I must get some more."
Ye Mingshang sighed inwardly but did not forget the other person in the arena. He turned to the Immoral Taoist and cupped his hands, saying, "Thank you for your assistance, Taoist. May I ask your name?"
"I am the Unprincipled one, a solitary figure. What I did just now was merely a casual act, not worth mentioning," the Fat Taoist also cupped his hands, maintaining a humble yet confident demeanor.
"Taoist Unprincipled, your Dao Fa is profound, and you are neither arrogant nor impatient, possessing a great sense of righteousness. You truly are a model for us," Ye Mingshang subtly flattered him, knowing that this was an effective way to connect with others. After all, compliments rarely miss their mark. Although this fat man was powerful, he was also quite sentimental; this tactic would surely work.
Indeed, upon hearing the praise, the fat man appeared quite pleased and could not help but smile. In truth, he wanted to laugh heartily but had to suppress it to maintain the image of an Expert.
"You are too kind, my friend. Exorcising evil and safeguarding the Dao is our duty; since we encountered it, we naturally cannot ignore it," the Fat Taoist said with a smile and performed a respectful bow.
After chatting for a while, Ye Mingshang remarked that the spell he had just used seemed familiar and asked if it was from Yan Chixia's lineage Sword Technique.
"You are correct; that was indeed my master's Dao Fa," Unprincipled did not hide this fact.
"Master? Does that mean you are a disciple of Yan Chixia? But Yan Chixia has long since ascended; how could you have received his teachings? As far as I know, Yan Chixia did not serve in the Underworld but reincarnated directly," Ye Mingshang expressed his confusion upon hearing the Fat Taoist's title. After all, Yan Chixia had been dead for several hundred years and had reincarnated long ago; how could he possibly be his master? This fat man was neither a Zombie nor a monster; he couldn't have lived that long.
"Indeed, I received Yan Chixia's legacy in my early years and learned this Sword Immortal Dao Fa. Although I have never met him and we are not from the same era, my master has been like a rebirth for me. Thus, receiving his teachings makes me his disciple," the Fat Taoist explained.
So that's how he referred to Yan Chixia as his master. By this logic, he truly was a disciple of Yan Chixia. However, one could only wonder how those from Yan Chixia's lineage would feel upon meeting someone who was several generations removed from them; their expressions would surely be interesting.
Ye Mingshang thought darkly to himself while maintaining an expressionless face. The others around them were equally astonished to hear that he was a descendant of Yan Chixia.
"Brother Ye, does Yan Chixia really exist?" Lin Qianqian asked curiously. This was also on everyone's mind; they only knew about Yan Chixia from Pu Songling's Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio series or A Chinese Ghost Story television drama. They had initially thought he was merely a fictional character but were now shocked to learn he had actually existed—this revelation was akin to discovering that Sun Wukong was real.
Ye Mingshang frowned slightly; after all, the man's disciple was right there. Was it appropriate to ask if his master existed in front of him? Fortunately, the Fat Taoist did not mind such details and waved his hand to indicate that he wasn't upset. He then laughed heartily and personally clarified things for them.
"Limitless Respect! My master was originally a renowned judge during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty who struck fear across twenty-six provinces with his formidable martial arts skills and exceptional swordsmanship. He despised evil fiercely and withdrew from officialdom due to corruption in power. Later on, while wandering through the Jianghu, he encountered some extraordinary events. Those magical artifacts and Dao Fa came from those experiences. Upon hearing about disturbances caused by ghosts at Lanruo Temple, he personally went to suppress them and then chose to live in seclusion there. The subsequent tales are largely similar to what is depicted in adaptations; those adaptations should not be taken literally."
After listening to Unprincipled's explanation, everyone felt enlightened and somewhat excited. It turned out that Yan Chixia had indeed existed and that a living descendant was right before them. Although they primarily knew him from television dramas, they held great admiration for Yan Chixia's character—his fierce appearance with a big beard and straightforward personality made him an idol for many boys.
While others were processing this information, Joan walked over with a grin on her face, looking rather mischievous.
"That, Unprincipled Daoist, can you teach me that flying spell of yours?" Although he wanted to complain about the Daoist title, his desire for the Sword Control Technique suppressed that thought. He approached Unprincipled with a shameless demeanor.
Seeing Joan's cheeky expression, Unprincipled couldn't help but twitch his mouth, feeling an urge to punch him. However, in order to maintain the image of an Expert, he suppressed the impulse and bowed gently.
"This technique is a secret art of our sect and can only be passed down to our disciples. I have no intention of taking on students. Besides, you should be a disciple of Mr. Ye, right?"
The other party had clearly refused. If it were someone else, they would have given up. But when Joan was normal, he was quite serious; however, when he acted foolishly, there was truly no saving him.
"Come on, I'm not asking for much. Just that flying technique will do. It's for subduing demons and protecting the people!"
"This..." Unprincipled looked awkwardly at Ye Mingshang.
"Master, please help me out. Once I learn the Sword Control Technique, I'll teach you too. Just think about how cool it would be for us to fly together on swords!" Seeing Unprincipled looking at Ye Mingshang, Joan thought he was seeking his opinion and immediately started chattering away to Ye Mingshang, seemingly oblivious to his displeased expression.
"Bang!" With a dark expression, Ye Mingshang reached out with his left hand and knocked Joan out with a punch. Due to the angle, he felt that hitting him like this was more satisfying than slapping him.
"He's just a servant; there's no need for the Daoist to take it to heart. Just knock him out," Ye Mingshang said.
"Uh... oh~ okay." Unprincipled looked at this master and disciple pair with confusion, sweat beads forming on his forehead.
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