Chapter Six, In the cave, there are no clouds but another sky, the peach blossoms are like brocade and the willows like smoke

The Divine Nun Mingyue surveyed the courtyard and saw Yang Heng lying on the ground, spitting blood, while many disciples of the Buddhist sect were covered in wounds, with some even unaware of their own life or death. Her heart was filled with both pain and anger as she drew her celestial sword "Juechen" and said, "The perpetrator must give our sect an explanation!"

As he watched the fight, he carefully pondered the Nine Swords of Bodhi practiced by the Moonlight Nun. He observed that although there were only nine sword techniques, they transformed in countless ways in the hands of the master, appearing wondrous and unfathomable. He could not help but feel invigorated, immersing himself in the experience with great interest, yet secretly felt annoyed, saying to himself: "Hmph, this old nun's swordsmanship is far inferior to that of Master Mingdeng!"

At this moment, the masters from various branches of the Yunyan Sect arrived upon hearing the news. Master Mingjing, the abbot of the Golden Summit Zen Monastery, observed the situation and solemnly shouted: "Junior Brother Mingdeng, be mindful that he is about to invoke the Sword Control Technique!"

Qionglai Shanjun, confident in his strength surpassing that of Mingyue Shennie, was also concerned about the arrival of top experts from Yunyan Sect, such as Mingjing and Minghua. Fearing that it would be difficult to escape when they arrived, he took the initiative to strike first. With his left hand, he feigned a thrust with the three-pronged flame spear, while his right arm advanced directly towards the center, aiming the three prongs at Mingyue Shennie's chest.

The six demon wolves conspired together, yet usually lay dormant in the Qilian Mountains, rarely causing trouble in the Central Plains, and their misdeeds were not particularly severe. However, the Eight Oddities of the Great Wilderness each dominate their own territory, refusing to cooperate with one another, whether righteous or evil, their actions are mysterious and their moods unpredictable, causing headaches for anyone who encounters them. If I cannot hold out until the reinforcements from Yunyan Sect arrive, I fear that the courtyard full of Buddhist disciples will be drenched in blood, with none left alive

In the crowd, an old monk with white whiskers shouted, "Junior Brother Mingdeng, catch the sword!" With a flick of his wide sleeves, a Buddhist treasure sword named "True Words" transformed into a yellow flash and shot towards Master Mingdeng.

He did not dare to directly confront the punch of the Lord of Qionglai Mountain, instead opting to unfold his pure and tranquil form and float to the left. Although limited by his own abilities, this movement was far from the effortless grace exhibited by the Divine Nun of the Bright Moon. However, relying on his slender build and lighter weight, he managed to float as if riding the wind and guiding a crane, causing the Lord of Qionglai Mountain's "Iron Halberd Punch" to miss.

In light of this, she resolved to seek not merit, but to avoid fault. She silently circulated the true energy of Sarva-Prajna throughout her body, firmly guarding her gates to control movement with stillness, and calmly exclaimed: "Please!"

Qionglai looked up at the fireworks scattered across the sky and pondered: "It is no easy feat for me to arrive at Emei, only to be scared down the mountain by a firecracker. Wouldn't that be a source of laughter for others? I suppose I must first capture a few young monks and have Yan Suishan come forward to negotiate for their release"

In mid-air, the lord of Qionglai Mountain would not allow him to calmly receive the sword. He shouted loudly: "Quick!" With both hands, he drew the sword technique, and two three-pronged fiery forks transformed into a raging inferno, surging towards Master Mingdeng like a tidal wave.

Do not mention a celibate like Mingyue Shanni, who guards her purity like jade; even ordinary women would feel ashamed to expose their bodies in public. This situation immediately caused her to feel a mix of shame and anger, disrupting her emotions and leading to a gradual disarray in her sword techniques, allowing the Lord of Qionglai Mountain to slowly gain the upper hand

Master Mingdeng seemed oblivious, feeling around his body as he murmured, "Where is my sword? Where has my sword gone? Did I not trade it for wine last time?"

Qionglai Shanjun laughed heartily and said, "Old nun, if you do not recognize what is good for you, I will roast you into a white lamb later."

Call

He crossed his arms in front of him, his energy sinking into the dantian, his spirit focused in the spiritual platform, and surprisingly took the initiative to adopt a defensive stance. Although after more than twenty years of arduous cultivation, he had finally elevated the demonic energy of the iron spear to the seventh level of its marvelous realm, he still did not dare to be careless in the face of his lifelong adversary

In the blink of an eye, Master Mingdeng's eyes widened in shock, no longer exhibiting the previous drowsiness. His entire body stood upright like a spear, exuding a vibrant aura, as if he had undergone a complete transformation.

The Moon Goddess warned, "Senior brother, be careful; this person's iron halberd possesses formidable demonic energy."

As the time dragged on, the Mountain Lord of Qionglai grew increasingly furious. From the depths of his heart, he summoned his anger and unleashed the three fierce flames of his iron spear. Chanting incantations, a howling gale suddenly arose, and fierce demonic flames ignited at the spear's tip, with blue flames over a foot long leaping towards the Moon Goddess.

As the Lord of Qionglai Mountain faced Master Mingdeng, who was inebriated and swaying, the encounter felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. Without having exchanged blows, the disparity in their cultivation levels was already evident. Seeing Master Mingdeng stagger closer, he let out a loud roar, unleashing three streams of fierce flames that simultaneously targeted his opponent's flanks.

Qionglai Shanjun said nonchalantly: "If you want to explain, go find Yan Suishan. Who told him to avoid me?"

The mountain lord of Qionglai let out a painful roar, as three streams of fierce flames surged forth relentlessly, like a beam of red light sweeping across the roof of the grand hall, suddenly vanishing into the azure sky

The Moon Goddess knows that this demon is one of the infamous Six Demons and Eight Oddities, and in terms of cultivation, he is not inferior to the renowned Yang Beichu of the past, who could summon the jade flute with a mere snap of his fingers

He suddenly understood that Master Mingdeng was about to take the opportunity to demonstrate the Thirteen Forms of Zhou Tian to him once again. While the hand-in-hand transmission of sword techniques was indeed commendable, the various sword moves could only be fully manifested in the heat of battle. Such a rare opportunity, how could he not cherish it doubly?

They grew up in the Xuedou Monastery and were unaware of the might of the Lord of Qionglai Mountain. They only saw Yang Heng and Xiao Ye frequently in danger, while Zhen Hun and others fell to the ground, groaning loudly. United in their shared enmity, they rushed forward. However, how could this group of young nuns withstand the iron fist of the Lord of Qionglai Mountain? After only a few exchanges, two more were injured and fell to the ground, one of whom had broken bones and torn tendons, clearly on the brink of death.

At that moment, a loud shout from the Moonlight Goddess echoed at the temple gate: "Qionglai Mountain Lord, how shameless of you to bully the weak with your strength!"

The radiant waves gradually dissipated, the fierce wind slowly calmed, and Master Mingdeng, with a slightly pale complexion, fell to the ground, holding the Buddha sword "True Words" that Master Minghua had thrown at him. On the blade, there was unexpectedly a bloodied and mangled finger. Shaking his head, he sighed, "Although I, a poor monk, do not abstain from meat and fish, you should not send it to me as a side dish for drinking."

Yang Heng was filled with a mix of shock and anger, and he scolded, "Old monster, you have injured my senior brother; I will not let this go!"

Although Yang Heng succeeded in his surprise attack on the surface, his right arm was also numbed by the protective energy of the Qionglai Mountain Lord, and he had to circulate the Sarva Prajñā vital energy several times to alleviate the numbness

The Master Mingdeng leisurely waved a fan in front of the Lord of Qionglai Mountain, then calmly fell straight back, crossing his arms in front of his abdomen as he suddenly went limp

Several young nuns, including Zhenyan, leaped down from the wall, each drawing their celestial swords and dusters to join the fray. It was precisely the disciples of Yang Heng from Xuedou An of Yunyan Sect, who, upon seeing the signal cannon, arrived just in time.

With a flick of her sword, she assumed the initial stance of the Bodhi Nine Swords and said: "The bright lamp is not here; seeking the nun is the same."

Master Mingdeng smiled and waved his fan, saying: "Do not rush, do not rush. I just want to understand clearly first. Have you eaten bear's heart or swallowed leopard's gall to dare approach this humble monk? To be honest, upon a closer look, I can indeed see that you are different from before."

The two have been fighting for such a long time that someone has already gone to the Golden Summit Zen Temple to report the news. However, the mountain path is rugged, and the Faron Temple is located in a remote area. Aside from the little monks who received the signal and hurried over, the high monks and eminent nuns from various temples are either meditating or studying scriptures and preaching. Who could have imagined that a fierce battle is unfolding here?

His figure soared like a crane in the sky, with his left hand forming a sword gesture and his right hand reaching into the air to seize the sword, directly aiming it at the fierce flames shooting down upon him.

Then I shall not be polite any longer

In the arena, the two individuals exchanged blows back and forth, engaging in over twenty rounds without a clear victor.

The Divine Nun of the Bright Moon was taken aback, fully aware that the "Iron Halberd's Demonic Flame" was extraordinarily toxic. A mere touch would cause the skin to rot, flesh to erode, and bones to be exposed. Fearing that the poisonous smoke might harm others, she urgently commanded the crowd of disciples, "Quick, hold your breath!"

In Qionglai Mountain, Jun gradually felt anxious: "I have stepped into the monk's den; these little kids, though young, are truly difficult to deal with, and they are indeed extremely annoying!"

Qionglai Shanjun was taken aback and said: "This is not good; it seems that there are fireworks signaling danger at the Faron Temple! Soon, a large number of experts from the Yunyan Sect will arrive. Although I am not afraid, it will certainly be quite troublesome."

Before Qionglai Shanjun could deliver the double fork, he was forced to retreat and defend himself against the fan, and in a fit of anger, he exclaimed: "Yan Chongshan, what madness are you pretending!"

Yang Heng was taken aback and thought, "Why did Master Mingdeng specifically look at me? Could it be a hint of something?"

The Mountain Lord of Qionglai was furious, but unexpectedly, instead of achieving revenge, he was entangled by a group of young monks

Yang Henglian spat out three mouthfuls of blood, and the blocked meridians on his back gradually opened up. He began to regain his strength, while Xiao Ye and Zhen Yan supported him on either side as they watched the battle.

Zhen Yan was caught off guard and had not yet had the chance to cry out in surprise when she saw a figure flash before her eyes. Yang Hengfei rushed over, recklessly embracing her as they both fell to the ground and rolled.

Qionglai Mountain Jun exclaimed angrily: "Yan Chongshan, do not flaunt your verbal skills; let us see the true measure of our abilities in action!"

Xiao Ye observed Yang Hengtai's calm demeanor as he engaged with the Lord of Qionglai Mountain, and her courage surged. With a pair of delicate fists, she executed the "Eighteen Strikes of Knocking on the Door" taught by Master Mingdeng, leaping gracefully to strike at the opponent's shoulders.

As he spoke, Master Mingdeng, holding a wine gourd, staggered charmingly into the courtyard.

Master Mingdeng twisted his body left and right, astonishingly evading the dual forked attack. He advanced with his fan and lightly pointed at the opponent's face, saying: "You are still a bit lacking!"

The true monk over there, unafraid like a newborn calf facing a tiger, casually picked up a bench and unleashed the "Kumāra Staff Technique" of the Yunyan Sect, striking towards the right temple of the Lord of Qionglai Mountain, exclaiming, "Zhenyuan, I am here to help you!"

The crowd, filled with grief and anger, desperately surrounded the Mountain Lord of Qionglai and beat him mercilessly. Soon, young monks from nearby temples such as Chongxin Temple and Decheng Zen Monastery arrived one after another, instantly boosting the momentum.

"Look, it's your hair," Master Mingdeng said, lightly tapping the top of his head with a fan. "With all those worries falling away, you look even more like a monk than I do. At first glance, one might mistake you for a giant pumpkin grown in someone's garden"

The other monks in the temple also heard the commotion and rushed over. Two bold monks, known as Zhenmian and Zhenfan, each picked up a weapon and stepped forward to assist, surrounding the Qionglai Mountain Lord and engaging in a fierce struggle.

Qionglai Mountain Jun was so furious that smoke seemed to rise from his seven orifices. He turned around and shouted angrily, "You little bald donkey, I will take you down first!" He stepped forward and threw a powerful punch towards Yang Heng's forehead.

Qionglai Mountain Jun was caught off guard, letting out a gasp as his ankle was struck by the bamboo splint on the broom, immediately feeling a sharp, burning numbness. Had it not been for the fact that his opponent was wielding a bamboo broom, his left foot would have been severely injured.

Qionglai Shanjun was taken aback and hurriedly changed his stance to defend himself, as a sharp sound echoed and a beam of dark light shot forth. The dark light spun in the air several times, swaying unsteadily before returning to Yang Heng's hand.

Master Mingdeng struggled to open his bleary eyes and looked at the Lord of Qionglai Mountain, chuckling, "It's you again!"

Upon seeing the portal set up by the Moon Goddess, Qionglai Shanjun noticed its composed demeanor and balanced offense and defense, realizing that the opponent's cultivation was exceptionally high. He swiftly drew a pair of three-pronged flame forks and laughed heartily, saying: "Alright, I shall use you as my banner first!"

Xiao Ye let out a sharp scream, unable to drop the torch in time before turning to flee. However, the Lord of Qionglai Mountain was determined to capture her, and how could he allow Xiao Ye to escape? His right arm suddenly swelled, and his fingers had already reached her shoulder

In this manner, gazing ahead and looking back, Master Mingdeng's fan never directly touched the three fierce flames from beginning to end, yet it caused the Lord of Qionglai Mountain to spin around in circles, roaring incessantly

A thunderous roar echoed, and a brilliant yellow sword light surged in the sky like a rainbow, slicing through the rampant demonic flames, leaving them shattered and extinguished.

The Mountain Lord of Qionglai restrained his Iron Halberd Fist strength, casting a sidelong glance at the Moonlight Divine Nun, and chuckled, "Old Nun, you have arrived just in time"

In contrast, Master Mingdeng appeared much more composed, squinting his eyes as he searched up and down for Jun of Qionglai Mountain for quite some time, causing the other party to feel a prickling sensation on their scalp, leading them to angrily shout, "Yan Chongshan, what on earth are you doing?"

Yang Heng was both surprised and delighted, having recognized that Master Ming Deng was demonstrating the technique of "Heavenly Rotation and Earthly Reversal" that he had once taught him. However, his steps were unsteady, and his body swayed, lacking the rigorous demeanor he had displayed during the sword transmission. Nevertheless, the true essence of the sword and the charm of the movements were already on the verge of being revealed

Although Yang Hengping usually does not hold the Mingyue Shennü in high regard, upon witnessing his master in danger, he felt a sinking sensation in his heart and thought: "This is bad!"

Xiao Ye anxiously snatched it away, igniting the firecracker. With a loud "bang," a stream of red fireworks soared straight up, dispersing high in the clear sky.

Yang Heng reluctantly exerted his strength to shoot out the Nine Ultimate Shuttles, and scolded, "You have no shame at all, not even understanding the principle that a good man does not fight with a woman. I am too lazy to waste words with you"

Although the flesh on the buttocks is ample and the fan is not a divine weapon, being poked might not cause much trouble. However, the dignity of the Lord of Qionglai Mountain cannot be compromised, so he quickly turned and wielded his fork to seal off the area again

After more than ten exchanges, the Lord of Qionglai Mountain still found himself unable to contend with the Divine Nun of the Bright Moon. However, his iron spear, engulfed in demonic flames, danced up and down, rendering the protective aura of the Buddhist sect surrounding the Divine Nun ineffective, gradually burning holes into her black robe.

However, he was mistaken! This firework signal was not used by the Yunyan Sect for warning purposes, but rather it was a signal sent out by Yang Heng and others to gather the young monks from various temples on the mountain for outings. In a moment of urgency, Zhen Chan took it out, hoping that someone would see it and come to support the Fa Rong Temple

As soon as the words were spoken, someone outside the temple door let out a loud belch and recited: "The world laughs at me for not waking up, but who knows the vastness within drunkenness?"

Yang Heng pondered: "This old monster's cultivation is truly remarkable; I fear my master would not be his match. If I were to confront him head-on, I would not last three moves before my life would be at stake"

Suddenly, the sound of the wind howled, and a beam of dark light burst forth, striking like a thunderbolt at the throat of Mount Qionglai.

The murderous intent surged, and he increased his punch strength to sixty percent, shouting, "If you don't get out of the way, I will unleash a massacre!" With that, he hurled a punch towards Zhenyan's forehead

The mountain lord of Qionglai exclaimed in fury: "It is you, this little thief, who has ruined my good fortune again!"

He was not only observing the techniques of the Bodhi Nine Swords, but was also wholeheartedly experiencing the profound sword energy hidden within. Under the diligent teachings of Master Mingdeng, Yang Heng entered a superior realm of swordsmanship focused on essence rather than form from the very beginning of his training. Therefore, even without anyone to explain, he was able to comprehend about fifty to sixty percent of the intricacies of this set of Bodhi Nine Swords.

Zhen Yan, both frightened and anxious, cried out: "Zhen Yuan, junior brother!"

The monk Zhen Cai let out an "oh" and, for the first time in his life, obediently followed Yang Heng's instructions, turning around and running away

Unfortunately, numerical superiority does not always equate to an advantage in the battle situation. The young monks who came to provide support are all disciples from the branch of the Yunyan Sect, and in terms of cultivation, they are not as skilled as Zhenyan, Xiaoye, Yang Heng, and others. In an instant, cries of "Ouch, that hurts" and "Senior brother, be careful" rang out simultaneously, as sticks and swords flew through the air, creating a truly spectacular scene

Old nun, be careful

Zhen Chan did not know from where he had emerged, and he hurried to his master, gesturing rapidly with both hands to report the entire sequence of events.

This time, Master Mingdeng still managed to seize the opportunity immediately. Without waiting for the Lord of Qionglai Mountain to completely turn around, he swayed back to face him directly and said with a smile: "Fool, this move is called a turn of the tide!"

The Moon Goddess observed his fierce approach, sidestepped, and executed the Celestial Sword technique "Worshiping the Buddha on Lingshan," slanting her strike towards the right brow of the Mountain Lord. The two engaged in a fierce battle, each showcasing their extraordinary skills, tumbling and rolling as they fought.

The so-called "Sword Control Technique" refers to the top-tier experts of the Immortal Forest fully unleashing their true essence through the incantation of the sword technique, merging their mind with the sword and their body with the energy, delivering a devastating strike that can determine life and death. However, the Sword Control Technique does not necessarily require a sword; weapons such as knives, spears, axes, and halberds can also be wielded above the nine heavens and commanded beneath the four seas.

Only the true Zen monk was the least concerned with loyalty; he made a few gestures towards his companions amidst the chaos, roughly indicating "I am going to get the sword," and immediately slipped away, fleeing to the back courtyard.

Bang

Reflecting on Master Mingdeng's deliberate provocation of the Qionglai Mountain Lord through words, although he was unable to incite him to anger and action, it nonetheless caused his opponent to become unsettled and irritable. This illustrates that when engaging with masters, the contest is not solely about the techniques honed through day and night of practice, but also about mental acuity, courage, and composure. This alone can provide lifelong benefits.

The Moonlight Divine Nun exclaimed: "So he has come to seek revenge on Senior Brother Mingdeng!"

Indeed, after exchanging over ten moves with the Moon Goddess, the Lord of Qionglai Mountain seized a fleeting opening, using his left hand to parry the Exquisite Sword with a Flame Fork, while his right hand thrust the Demon Fork directly into her right rib.

Master Mingdeng glanced at Yang Heng, either intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a smile, "Well done, well done, how did this come about?"

The Moon Goddess, moved and impressed, exclaimed: "Senior brother, what a perfect expression of 'a beauty like jade and a sword like a rainbow'!"

Although the Moon Goddess has surpassed fifty years of age, her appearance does not show signs of aging as she spends her days in meditation and practice. The Lord of Qionglai Mountain says this out of contempt and with the intention of mockery

Despite the formidable strength of Qionglai Mountain Jun, he did not dare to let the dilapidated bamboo fan, which had a loose frame, come close. He hurriedly tilted his head back to evade, shrank his body, and brought his arms together to strike towards Master Mingdeng.

Two three-pronged fiery forks flew out of hand, igniting dazzling demonic flames that spiraled above the head of the lord of Qionglai Mountain. With a fierce expression, he growled: "Yan Chongshan, I will fight you to the end!" He raised his hands in front of his chest, forming a sword gesture, chanting incantations, as a surge of crimson demonic mist enveloped his entire body.

The Moonlight Divine Nun whispered, "My life is at an end!" as she revealed the Buddhist treasure, the "Three Restraints Bowl," preparing to engage in a life-and-death struggle with the Lord of Qionglai Mountain.

Master Mingdeng shook his broken fan and said with a smile: "Very well, then let this poor monk also sever your right index finger!"

Xiao Ye seized the opportunity to break free, turned around, and assumed a stance, saying: "A Heng, let us fight this villain together"

Master Mingdeng chuckled and said, "Thank you, Brother Minghua!" as he lazily reached out to take the fan.

In terms of pure cultivation, although the Lord of Qionglai Mountain is slightly superior to the Goddess of the Bright Moon, the latter's steady and methodical approach makes it difficult to break through her defenses in the short term

The Divine Nun of the Bright Moon glared with fury, gritting her teeth in silence. In her hand, the transcendent sword of dustlessness struck with increasing intensity, each move countering the other, neither yielding an inch.

At a critical moment, a sudden gust of wind struck from behind. Yang Heng shouted loudly, "Old monster, you bully the weak; you have lived for so many years in vain!" He saw that Xiao Ye was in danger and, disregarding the vast difference in strength, used a bamboo broom in place of a sword to execute the move "Shun Tian Fu Yun" from the "Thirteen Forms of the Universe" taught by Master Ming Deng, thrusting it towards the back of the Qionglai Mountain Lord.

At this moment, a wicked thought crossed his mind. Seeing that Xiaoye was exceptionally enchanting, he swiftly moved closer and, with a sudden motion, attempted to grab her shoulder with a technique known as "The Immortal's Grasp".

Suddenly, someone shouted from the temple wall: "Who dares to run wild in Emei and bully Junior Brother Zhenyuan?"

As for the monk Zhen Cai being knocked unconscious by a single strike from the Mountain Lord of Qionglai, at this moment, any attempt to help would be futile

As Qionglai Mountain Jun was about to counterattack, Master Mingdeng rose to his feet, lowered his left hand, and still used the fan to thrust towards his throat, saying: "It's not over yet, watch this move 'Revering Heaven and Earth'!"

The Master Mingdeng did not wait for the technique to be used, and with a turn, he swiftly moved to the right side of Jun in Qionglai Mountain. The scent of wine wafted over, and he said, "Alright, then this poor monk will give you a 'twist and turn'!" He swiftly pointed the fan at the opponent's backside

Yang Heng rolled her several feet away, his body pressing down on Zhen Yan, rendering her unable to move. With a pale face, he smiled and said, "It's nothing, the old monster's punches are soft; getting hit feels like being tickled..." He then spat out another mouthful of blood.

Qionglai Shan Jun held three blazing forks, glaring at Master Mingdeng and said: "Yan Chongshan, I have been searching for you for over ten years, and it is to repay the favor of this severed finger!"

Over there, Zhen Chan turned his eyes, trembling and shivering, took out a firecracker from his bosom, but the match could not be lit no matter what.

Although Yang Heng was officially sparring with someone for the first time after learning the Thirteen Styles of Zhou Tian, he had pondered and refined the move "Shun Tian Fu Yun" countless times during the deep nights over the past two years. He had also practiced and experienced it in his mind an unknown number of times, and now he executed it with remarkable proficiency. When he saw the Qionglai Mountain Lord's flying kick, he flicked his wrist, and the bamboo broom instantly transformed from a thrust into a sweep, demonstrating the eighth variation of the "Fu Yun" technique, swiftly and lightly targeting the opponent's ankle.

Qionglai Shan Jun also harbored a sense of underestimation, always thinking that a fourteen or fifteen-year-old little monk could not be that strong. Therefore, he did not turn around, using his right hand to continue dealing with Xiao Ye while kicking backward with his left leg towards the broom.

Boom

Qionglai Mountain's Jun raised his arm and struck down, letting out a loud "Huh!" A gust of red wind from his palm hit the back of the real vegetable monk, sending him flying and knocking him unconscious. He sneered and said, "If you want to send a message, there's no way!"

He was filled with ferocity, his iron spear and fist techniques causing mountains to tremble and clouds to split, each strike aimed to take a life. If it were not for Yang Heng and the others fighting desperately to hold their ground, the courtyard would have been littered with corpses by now. Even so, Zhen Mian, Zhen Fan, and Zhen Hun were injured and fell one after another, leaving only Yang Heng and Xiao Ye engaged in a fierce struggle, barely holding on.

The Master of the Bright Lamp stood still, a hint of mocking light shining through his drunken eyes. Shaking his head, he called out to the Lord of Qionglai Mountain by his real name: "Zhou Tong'an, twenty years ago you were not as good as I, and twenty years later you will be even less so. Just give it up and go down the mountain early!"

Qionglai Shan Jun was momentarily taken aback and involuntarily asked, "What is different about me?"

The Moon Goddess was also taken aback, glancing at Yang Heng, secretly thinking it was a stroke of luck

Qionglai Shanjun coldly laughed and said, "That still depends on whether you have that capability"

A group of young monks and nuns, upon seeing the arrival of the Mingyue Divine Nun, all withdrew their hands and retreated to the outer circle

The iron fist of Qionglai Mountain Jun struck Yang Heng's back. Although he managed to dissipate much of the force by falling to the ground and was protected by the Iron Garment Divine Technique, he still felt stars in his eyes and spat a mouthful of blood onto Zhen Yan's face.

His thoughts were not yet settled when he heard Master Mingdeng exclaim "Oh!" As if losing his footing, he swayed and turned in circles towards the presence of the Lord of Qionglai Mountain, while gesturing animatedly and shouting, "Be careful, the monk is making his move!"

The two individuals exchanged approximately twenty moves. The Lord of Qionglai Mountain, aware that his cultivation, despite over twenty years of arduous training, still fell far short, felt a surge of determination and declared, "Yan Chongshan, today it is either you or me!" He leaped into the air, suspended above.

Master Mingdeng said slowly: "There is progress; you are not completely foolish after all. You finally understand the importance of not rushing into an attack. Well then, this humble monk will work a bit harder and teach you some new tricks." As he spoke, he held a fan in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, swaying as he walked towards Mount Qionglai.

Yang Heng's heart was stirred, his thoughts surged, and he could not help but exclaim loudly, feeling enlightened: "Master Mingdeng is telling me that techniques need not be used exhaustively; as long as one can anticipate the enemy's moves, one can seek to change the situation first and force the opponent to reveal their flaws. Otherwise, how could a formidable practitioner of the demonic path like Jun of Qionglai, with such exquisite skills, easily expose a gap in their defense?"

He secretly felt a sense of awe at the astonishing power of this old monster, yet deliberately put on a pretentious expression and said: "This broom is merely a lesson for you; next time it won't be so easy."