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A dense crowd of figures moved quickly in the clear sky towards the direction of Ishimura, resembling a dark cloud. After a moment, more than thirty Xianmen disciples arrived on flying swords, appearing in the sight of the crowd. The people on the street all clapped and cheered loudly. These people belonged to three factions: those in black and white robes were disciples of the Yunji Sect, those in purple robes and white clothes were from the hanging garden sect, and the Penglai sect members wore light gray robes, exuding a sense of tranquility and elegance.
The disciples of the three sects landed gracefully and sheathed their swords. A female disciple in a dark blue robe stepped forward and greeted, "I am Zhao Lin, the 26th generation disciple of Shu Mountain Sect, here to welcome the three immortals on behalf of our sect. According to the rules of Shu Mountain Sect, flying with swords is prohibited for foreign guests from this point onward. We hope for your understanding, esteemed immortals." A woman, leading the group, stepped forward.
The woman in white floated gracefully, with a cold and solemn demeanor, eyes sparkling like stars, and an exquisitely beautiful appearance; her black hair hung down to her waist, and her red lips were alluring. She appeared to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, like a celestial being from the heavenly palace, beyond mortal comparison.
" Yunqi temple disciple Lu Xingqian pays her respects to the mountain," the woman announced herself, prompting the onlookers to gasp in amazement.
"She's so beautiful, and her voice is so melodious! I heard she just ascended to immortality and is the strongest disciple of Yunqi temple!"
"Sigh... If I could marry her, I would be willing to die ten thousand times!"
"Such a woman should only be admired from afar, not to be trifled with... Hahaha!"
Aragaki Nigaki snorted, "Not even one-tenth as good as my little flower at home."
"Shu Mountain Is it disrespectful for the sect leader not to personally welcome the immortal?"
"Nonsense! Our Shu Mountain sect leader ascended to immortality hundreds of years ago! He's considered their senior!"
Aragaki Nigaki squinted at the disciples and muttered under his breath, "It wouldn't be bad if the Shu Mountain sect leader came... I could transform into a Super Saiyan and give them a surprise attack at their gathering... hehehe!!"
"Then you must be tired of living!"
A voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Aragaki Nigaki quickly turned around, only to see an old Taoist in a dark green robe leaning on the tea table, lifting a pot and pouring it directly into his mouth.
This old Taoist has a disheveled appearance, with unkempt hair and beard, and vegetable leaves hanging from his beard. His clothes are muddy and he carries a long sword on his back. He is around fifty years old, and the smell of alcohol around him keeps people at a distance.
As he drinks, he says, "Drinking too much makes the mouth bitter. Drinking tea is not bad either."
After saying this, he smacks his lips and throws away the teapot.
Aragaki Nigaki sat beside him and said, "You can hear my voice even though it's so quiet?"
"What's so difficult about that? If it weren't for Someone unknown, no one else would have noticed. Kid... if you want to stay alive, you better leave quickly. Immortals and cultivators are completely different concepts. Cultivators may not necessarily detect deliberately concealed demonic energy, but immortals can sense it if they want to."
Upon hearing this, Aragaki Nigaki was so scared that he jumped up and exclaimed, "Who are you?!"
"You've been exposed, shouldn't you be begging Lao Dao to save you? What's with your attitude?" Lao Dao shook his head and took off his sword, placing it on the table.
Aragaki Nigaki thought of his wife Niu Xiaohua, and realized he couldn't act recklessly. His own capture was a small matter, but he couldn't let his wife suffer any harm.
"Do you know my identity?"
"Do you believe what I guessed?"
"I believe your grandpa!"
"Lower your voice... do you still want to live if those three immortals hear you?"
"What do you want to do? Are you going to inform them to arrest me?" The old Taoist ignored him and continued, "Hehe... despite having a thousand years of cultivation, my own demonic power has been eroded by dark magic, almost equivalent to none. Bearing the dual spiritual powers of gods and demons, but after all, not being a god or a demon, I cannot freely control this power, and I cannot even exert one or two percent of it. What's the point of you being alive?" "How do you know all this...?!!"
Aragaki Nigaki He widened his eyes in disbelief, staring at the shabby old Taoist in front of him.
"Do you want to know the reason or the solution?"
Aragaki Nigaki nodded vigorously, "I do!"
"Tonight at the third watch, at the Mountain God Temple in the north of Ishimura village. If you don't come, you will bear the consequences yourself."
Aragaki Nigaki only felt a blur before his eyes, and when he looked again, the old Taoist was already three zhang away.
"How should I address you, senior?!"
"Your uncle!"
Aragaki Nigaki watched as the old man disappeared into the crowd. He didn't dare to stay any longer and hurried back to the inn. He told Ke Lingfei and Niu Xiaohua about the old man's situation.
"Brother Aragaki... Could it be a trap? You can't go!"
"I don't think so... If this Taoist really wants to capture Mr. Nigaki, wouldn't it be more prudent to make a move during the trilateral alliance meeting? There were immortals present at that time... *cough* *cough*"
"Xiao Hua is right... It shouldn't be a trap... I'll go there tonight. If I don't come back before dawn, Fifi, you take Xiao Hua and leave."
Ke Lingfei looked worried but nodded.
That night, Aragaki Nigaki arrived early at the agreed location. The Mountain God Temple was in ruins, overgrown with weeds, and the occasional sound of wild animals could be heard. It was the dead of night, with the waning moon at its peak. The autumn wind was chilling, and the leaves rustled in the woods.
"It's quite punctual."
Lao Dao carried a long sword in his right hand and held a thin branch in his left hand, walking towards Aragaki Nigaki while picking his teeth. There was also a man following behind him.
The man was dressed in a blue robe, with starry eyebrows and sword-like eyes, exceptionally handsome. He held a sword in his right hand, with both arms crossed in front of his chest, and his ponytail fluttered in the autumn wind.
"You brought someone?!" Aragaki Nigaki instinctively took a step back, warily asking.
"He is my disciple. It's okay, don't worry!"
"It's better to stay cautious... By the way, what did you mean during the day? Can you help me harmonize the spiritual power in my body?"
The old Taoist found a rock to sit on and was about to speak when he suddenly heard his disciple say, "You, Wolf demon, are really unreasonable... asking for help without any respect. Our master has a broad-minded nature and won't argue with you, but don't forget your own identity."
"What did you say?" Aragaki Nigaki immediately became furious. "What identity do I have? Are you humans noble and the demon race lowly? Am I a slave and you a landlord? What identity do I have...? I am your own father!"
"Hmph... You've made me laugh so hard..." The man chuckled. Suddenly, he flashed forward and leaped in front of Aragaki Nigaki. He grabbed the collar with his left hand and pushed forcefully, causing the latter to fly straight backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the stone pillar at the entrance of the Mountain God Temple with a loud thud. As Aragaki Nigaki's right palm formed a qi blade, two more fingers suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The man had appeared in front of him, pressing against his own forehead.
He turned around and said, "Master, he still has some foundation. It's just that his spiritual power is extremely unstable." After speaking, he returned to the old Taoist's side. Since single-handedly killing eleven Qingcheng disciples, Aragaki Nigaki felt that his strength had greatly increased and no longer paid any attention to any Xianmen disciples. Being insulted at this moment made him feel ashamed.
The spiritual power immediately surged, and two red and blue auras intertwined and surged from within the body, wrapping around both arms.
"Master, look... is he still angry?"
"Alright...alright...calm down..." the old Taoist said.
The word "qi" had just left his mouth when his shoulder was suddenly tapped. Aragaki Nigaki's mind went blank. Just a second ago, the Taoist was sitting on a rock, but now he had appeared behind him. "This speed... you're faster than the speed of sound..." Aragaki Nigaki exclaimed in surprise. "What do you want to do?"
"How should I put it...Xiao Yao, you tell him."
The man called Xiao Yao looked pleased, "Master, rest assured! I will not disappoint you!"
"Young man, your master is the 25th generation disciple of the Shu Mountain Sect, with the surname Situ and the single name Zhen. His Daoist name is Ningxiu Zhenren."
"Shu Mountain Situ Zhong? Wait! Your name is Xiao Yao? Isn't your last name Li?"
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