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The old celestial master stroked his long beard, and a satisfied look once again appeared in his cloudy eyes. He nodded to himself.
This rough gem was even more perfect than he had imagined.
Another month has passed.
Zhang Yunyuan's third monthly signing opportunity has arrived.
This time, he set his sights on a huge rock on the back of the mountain.
This stone is called "Zhenshan Stone". It is completely black and has an unremarkable appearance, but it is a special place in Longhu Mountain.
Throughout history, Celestial Masters and accomplished predecessors have all sat in meditation before this stone, imprinting some of their insights into it.
There are no cultivation techniques or elixirs here, only the purest cultivation experience.
Standing before the mountain-suppressing stone, Zhang Yunyuan felt a profound sense of awe as he sensed the ancient aura emanating from it, a powerful reminder of the will of countless predecessors.
"System, check in."
[Ding! Check-in location detected: Tianshi Mansion Town Mountain Stone. Check-in successful!]
[Congratulations, host, you have received a reward: Senior's Cultivation Experience Fragment (Golden Light Mantra Enhancement).]
The moment the reward was distributed, countless fragmented images and insights about the use of the Golden Light Mantra exploded in his mind like stars.
It is no longer a macro-level theory, but a specific and detailed technique.
How to concentrate golden light into a single point, making it as sharp as a needle.
How to spread the golden light into a surface, making it as tough as a shield.
How can we imbue the flowing golden light with a rotating force to dissipate the impact?
These fragments of experience instantly filled the gaps in Zhang Yunyuan's practical application of the "Perfect" level Golden Light Mantra, causing his Golden Light Mantra's foundation to surge again, becoming incredibly spiritual and full of unpredictable possibilities.
It should be noted that decades later, Zhang Huaiyi comprehended the Qi Body Source Flow, which enabled him to transform the Golden Light Mantra into an indestructible blade.
At this moment, Zhang Yunyuan had already grasped the basic form of this change!
A few days later, at the martial arts training ground.
Several senior disciples who had already completed their apprenticeships were exchanging skills, attracting a large crowd of onlookers.
Zhang Yunyuan also insisted on going to watch the excitement, so Tian Jinzhong carried him on his shoulders and stood on the periphery of the crowd.
In the arena, the two disciples were locked in a fierce battle, their energies clashing and whistling.
Suddenly, one of the disciples lost control of his strength and a sharp Qi blade flew out of his hand, shooting straight towards Zhang Yunyuan in the crowd!
The surrounding disciples gasped in surprise.
Tian Jinzhong's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
Just as the Qi blade was about to strike Zhang Yunyuan.
At this critical moment, Zhang Yunyuan didn't even have time to react.
The Golden Light Mantra within him seemed to sense a threat and activated on its own!
A golden barrier, refined to its fullest extent, instantly appeared in front of him.
The barrier was no bigger than the palm of a hand, yet it was as thick as glass, its golden light contained within, without leaking out at all.
Even more peculiar was that within that pure gold, a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of purple lightning flashed by, carrying with it a majestic and righteous aura of supreme yang.
It was the unconscious combination of his Golden Light Mantra and the Yang Thunder Sprout!
The out-of-control Qi Blade crashed heavily against the golden barrier with a muffled thud, then vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
The golden barrier merely trembled slightly before disappearing again, as if it had never existed.
The whole process was as fast as lightning.
The gasps of surprise around them abruptly ceased.
Everyone stared in disbelief at Zhang Yunyuan, who was unharmed, and then at the disciple who had just made the move.
After a brief silence, a suppressed gasp of surprise rang out in a small area.
"Blocked... blocked?"
"Such condensed golden light! Is that an automatic protective shield?"
"What kind of monster is this junior uncle?!"
Tian Jinzhong's arm around Zhang Yunyuan stiffened slightly. He looked down at his junior brother, who looked completely bewildered, and was overwhelmed with shock.
He knew better than anyone else that the golden barrier that had just appeared automatically was far stronger and more controllable than he could handle!
Chapter 5 The Iron Laws of Longhu Mountain
Several days later, Longhu Mountain received some bad news.
Several disciples who went down the mountain to buy supplies brought back news that a rather wealthy village at the foot of the mountain had been massacred overnight.
From eighty-year-old men to infants in swaddling clothes, none were spared; all were drained of their life essence and died in a gruesome manner.
There were not many signs of a fight left at the scene, only a soaring resentment and an intensely thick, pungent aura of bloodlust.
The cruelty of the methods and the arrogance of the actions all pointed to the malignant tumor in the world of supernatural beings—Quanxing, which everyone wanted to eliminate.
This discovery enraged everyone on Longhu Mountain.
This is simply a demon, everyone should kill him!
"Investigate! Find this monster at all costs!"
The old Celestial Master gave the order personally, his voice icy cold.
Zhao Zhenshan, a disciple of the Discipline Hall who hates evil as if it were his enemy, volunteered to go down the mountain to hunt down the murderer.
Zhao Zhenshan is the nephew of the old Celestial Master. He is about thirty years old, upright, and his strength has reached the middle level of first-class extraordinary people. He has mastered the Yang Five Thunder technique to perfection.
He received the decree and immediately descended the mountain.
With his keen sense of evil energy through thunder magic and his superb tracking skills, Zhao Zhenshan pursued the matter relentlessly.
Several days later, he finally intercepted the murderer in a desolate mountain area, who was about to attack another village.
He was a pale-faced, sinister-looking middle-aged man who reeked of blood.
He is none other than the infamous "Blood Butcher" Weng Peng, a notorious figure in the martial arts world who has risen to prominence in recent years.
When good and evil meet, their eyes are filled with intense hatred.
Without any unnecessary words, a fierce battle broke out instantly.
Weng Peng's strength is quite remarkable among the Quanxing, reaching the lower end of the first-class level of superhumans.
The Blood River Scripture he cultivated was an extremely vicious and evil art that could manipulate blood into weapons and corrupt the opponent's Qi meridians.
What's most terrifying is that he can quickly recover from injuries by absorbing the essence and blood of living beings, and even unleash even greater power in a short period of time.
In an instant, blood filled the sky, and an eerie atmosphere filled the air.
However, Zhao Zhenshan's foundation was extremely solid. Once he activated the Golden Light Mantra, it was as if he were possessed by a Vajra, making him impervious to all magic.
Weng Peng's Blood River Evil Qi could not shake him in the slightest.
Zhao Zhenshan's Yang Five Thunder Technique is extremely powerful and yang, making it a natural nemesis of this type of evil skill.
Lightning crackled in his palm, and streaks of Yang lightning, like chains from the heavens, tore through the blood curtain, forcing Weng Peng to retreat step by step, screaming in agony.
"You wicked man! Today I will bring you to justice and appease the innocent souls of the dead!"
Zhao Zhenshan roared and formed a hand seal.
A bolt of lightning as thick as a child's arm appeared out of nowhere. Instead of striking down, it transformed into a tightening lightning noose in mid-air, instantly binding Weng Peng's body.
"Gallows Thunder!"
Amidst the ear-piercing crackling of electricity, Weng Peng's body was charred black, and he was foaming at the mouth from the shock, completely losing his ability to resist.
Zhao Zhenshan struck successfully, crippling most of his power, and then used the "Sealing Qi Lock" specially made by Longhu Mountain to pierce his collarbone, completely suppressing his dantian and qi sea.
Longhu Mountain is the orthodox sect of Taoism, a prestigious and leading sect, and has its own ironclad rules.
Such heinous criminals would not be subjected to private punishment easily. Instead, they would be escorted back to the mountain for joint trial by the Celestial Master and the Discipline Hall, and the trial would be announced to the entire world of supernatural beings to set the record straight.
More importantly, we need to extract information from him about the other Quanxing demons and the possible conspiracies behind them.
Several days later, Weng Peng, who had been captured alive, was escorted back to Longhu Mountain.
After being interrogated and confirmed by the elders of the Discipline Hall, he confessed to the numerous bloody crimes he had committed.
In the end, Weng Peng was imprisoned in the forbidden area behind Longhu Mountain—the Demon-Subduing Cave.
This cave was used by successive Celestial Masters to imprison the most wicked and evil people, and the cave is filled with magic seals for suppressing evil.
The Discipline Hall dispatched several experts to guard the cave day and night in shifts. Furthermore, the Celestial Master's junior brother, the unfathomably powerful Uncle Jingxuan, personally oversaw the sealing of the cave entrance.
In the heart of Longhu Mountain, under such tight surveillance, Weng Peng had no chance of escape.
The news of "Blood Butcher" Weng Peng's capture at Longhu Mountain spread like an invisible radio wave, reaching countless nodes throughout the city and countryside of the Quanxing organization at an astonishing speed.
The beggars on the street, the storytellers in the teahouses, the porters at the docks, and even the girls playing the zither in the brothels could all be part of this vast intelligence network.
Using coded messages, secret codes, and knowing glances only they could understand, they relayed this message—a message that was enough to shake the entire organization—up the chain of command, eventually reaching the ears of some of the higher-ups.
The entire sect was in an uproar.
Weng Peng's status in the Quanxing sect was by no means low; he was a blood-stained blade and a fierce general who inspired fear in all who heard of him.
More importantly, he is a living secret archive.
He knew a great deal about Quanxing's secret outposts in several southern provinces, hidden in bustling cities or deep mountains, which were the foundation upon which the organization relied for survival.
He also possesses a complex network of contacts, and if leaked, the entire network in the south could face annihilation.
Moreover, the Blood River Scripture he cultivated had an irresistible value for those within the organization who specialized in the Yin and Evil Devouring Technique.
Weng Peng's essence and insights into cultivation techniques can serve as a powerful tonic for them to break through bottlenecks, and also as an excellent reference for perfecting their own cultivation techniques.
From both a moral and logical standpoint, we absolutely cannot allow him to fall into the hands of Longhu Mountain, where those old Taoist priests will exploit him to the point of draining him of all his value before executing him in a public manner.
"Save them! We must save them!"