Chapter 2: The First Encounter with the Dark Magician

  At this time, four black-clad men had been attacking for a long time without success. A pair of white and dense demon claws swung out ten sharp black airs to strike the sword net, instantly opening up a gap in the sword net. Indeed, their strength was extraordinary. The other four people took advantage of the opportunity to attack again.

  However, just as the four were about to rush through the sword net gap, a silver light flashed, and four silver sword flowers attacked the four. The four black-clad men sneered, raised their knives and slashed, and the four sword flowers turned into a burst of silver fragments, instantly disappearing. But at this moment, four miserable cries rang out, and the four black-clad men fell out several feet away, falling to the ground unconscious, with bloodstains on their black robes.

  The old Taoist took advantage of the moment when the four black-clad men shattered the sword flower, withdrew his sword net, and instantly struck out with four swords, severely injuring the four careless black-clad men.

  Yang was just admiring the two Taoist priests' tacit cooperation, and when the old Taoist priest suddenly drew his sword, he discovered that the old Taoist priest's face had turned deathly pale, with a claw mark on his back, apparently inflicted by the black-clad man who led them when he withdrew his sword net.

  All I saw was that black-clothed man sneer and say in a cold tone, "Stinky Taoist, isn't my Soul-Devouring Claw unbearable for you?"

  The old Taoist felt a suffocating sensation in his chest, a burning sensation in his throat, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

  The man in black laughed even more coldly: "Today is your death day as a Maoshan Taoist, hahaha..."

  As he spoke, a black magic palm over a zhang in size struck towards the two Taoists. The young Taoist, facing the powerful demonic energy rushing towards him, showed no fear and mobilized his spiritual power to raise his silver sword and draw a five-pointed star in the air, also forming a silver star about one zhang in size to meet the magic palm.

  A black and a silver spiritual energy collided, in just an instant, the black demonic palm engulfed the silver star and continued to attack the two. The young Taoist was hit by the opponent's evil aura, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  Just as the two were about to die at the hands of the evil palm, a sword energy over one zhang long shot towards the black magic palm. The sword energy and magic energy collided, and the man in black felt a powerful force rushing towards him, he didn't dare to take it head-on, retreated two steps to dissipate this force.

  The black aura disappeared, and the treasure sword flew back. A young man in white clothes stood in front of the two injured Taoists, smiling at the man in black. The man in black looked at the young man in white with shock, seeing that he had a face like jade, sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, high nose bridge, and an impressive aura.

  "Who are you? Why ruin my Dark Lord's great plan?" The man in black said coldly.

  "Shu Mountain Yang said, 'Naturally, we cannot allow you demons from the Demon Realm to cause trouble.'" Yang Guo's face was cold and stern as he spoke.

  "Hmph! Shu Mountain!" The Black Devil was wary of Yang Guo's strength, as the latter had easily neutralized his previous attack and even forced him to retreat two steps, without any apparent disturbance in his breathing. Moreover, Yang Guo was from the Shu Mountain Sect, which held immense power in Sichuan, and there might be other powerful experts backing him up.

  After some deliberation, the black magician let out a cold snort and turned to leave, without even looking back at his companions.

  Yang saw that the black magic man had run away, and his facial expression suddenly relaxed greatly, but he stood still. The Taoist priest behind him spoke up:

  "Luoman, go and kill those four demons."

  That young Taoist named Luo Man was puzzled: "Master, are you asking him to go and kill? I just used all my strength in one blow, the spiritual energy in my dantian has been exhausted."

  "Go and be done with it! Now those four demons are all seriously injured and unconscious, you can go and finish them off one by one with your sword." The Maoshan Taoist said as he took out a bottle of elixir from his bag, poured out a handful and swallowed it in one gulp.

  "Master, it should be one demon and one sword."

  "...The Taoist of Mao Mountain was speechless and sat cross-legged to treat his injuries."

  Yang was secretly shocked in his heart, this Mao Shan Daoist actually could see that he had been injured just now when colliding with the black-clothed person, and forcibly suppressed the disorder of his internal energy, scaring away the black-clothed person, who is now unable to move. Yang thought for a moment, then sat down cross-legged to treat his injury.

  Dai Luoman dragged his stumbling steps, one sword and one result fell those demon people. He turned back to see that both of them were sitting in meditation when he couldn't help but be shocked. His master was injured, meditating to heal the wound was very normal, but this young man who repelled the black-clothed person also wanted to meditate, what's going on?

  Luò Mǎn looked puzzled for a moment, then sat down to treat his injuries as well.

  After about half an hour, Yang was the first to open his eyes. His injury was the lightest, and he only had his internal energy shaken by the powerful demonic energy, which could be restored with some time and careful guidance. However, he did not get up and leave, partly because of his interest in these two Taoists, and partly because he still wanted to protect them from harm.

  He carefully sized up the two people in front of him. The old Taoist had wisps of white smoke rising from his head, sweat dripping down his face, and the wound on his back was oozing black water, soaking his entire back. It was clear that he was using his spiritual energy to force out the poison. Thinking about the poisonous claw technique used by the man in black, Yang couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

  As expected, after a while, Luo Man opened his eyes first. He saw that Yang Guo was already sizing him up and touched his head, then smiled unnaturally at Yang Guo. Later, the Taoist priest of Mao Mountain also slowly ended his meditation. The clothes on his back stained with poisonous blood had been dried by the Taoist's spiritual power, but a wave of foul odor still couldn't be eliminated. It seemed that they needed to find a place to take a bath and change their clothes.

  The three of them woke up, and the two Taoist priests thanked Yang for saving their lives, and they couldn't help but exchange some pleasantries.

  This Taoist of Maoshan is a second-generation practitioner of the Maoshan Sect in Suzhou, and is of the same generation as Pang Zhongtian, Yang's master. A month ago, he used the Zhenzong Treasure, the Tianguan Mirror, to observe the night sky, and discovered that something was amiss in the Western Demon Realm, so he came to investigate.

  After his investigation, he found that in the past month or so, many demons had suddenly gathered in the river, and some demons from the north who were originally in hiding also came to the river. The mortal world was in great chaos, and children, cats, dogs, cattle, and sheep went missing.

  After the polite conversation, the three of them set off in different directions towards nearby towns.

  Before long, the three of them arrived at the front of the town. The town was not very big, with only two streets, forming a cross shape, and shops lined both sides of the street, while other residential houses were built around these two streets, and this town relied on these two streets for survival.

  Yang walked along the street, finding that the town had a considerable population, but it was not lively at all. Everyone looked worried and unhappy. The three of them found an inn and ordered three rooms. After Mao Shan Daoist changed his clothes, they went to the main hall to eat.

  As the young servant at the inn came over to pour tea, Yang asked:

  "Little brother, why are all the people in town looking so worried and unhappy?"

  The little servant looked around and confirmed no one was eavesdropping before saying in a low voice:

  "You don't know this, sir, but recently a demon has appeared near the black wind cliff outside our town. Every now and then it comes into town to abduct beautiful young girls, or else it will destroy our town."

  "Is this monster so capable?" Luo Man asked with a hint of disdain.

  "Hush! Don't talk nonsense, sir." The shopkeeper said with a tense face: "That demon's abilities are quite impressive. Yesterday, several disciples from the Shu Mountain Sect were defeated by him."

  "What?!" Yang heard that something had happened to a fellow disciple from Mount Shu and anxiously grabbed the shoulder of Xiao Er, asking.

  "Ow! It hurts... it hurts... Sir, please let go first." The shop assistant was grabbed by Yang's strong hands on his shoulders and cried out in pain. How could a normal person resist the strength of a monk?

  Yang however saw the situation, knew he had lost his composure, hurriedly loosened his grip, apologized to Xiao Er and continued asking about the Shu Mountain Sect disciples.

  Xiao Er paused for a moment before regaining his composure. Seeing that Yang was also momentarily flustered, he felt that the three of them were once again not like ordinary people, so he continued to speak:

  "Yesterday, three disciples of the Shu Shan Sect passed through this town, two males and one female, all very young. They had a great battle with that demon, but lost; one male died, the other was injured, and the female was taken away... now it's probably..."

  Yang's heart sank when he heard this. Among the young disciples of Mount Shu, only Yilin was a girl. The little servant's mention of a young female disciple from Mount Shu was probably referring to Yilin.

  "Where is Heifengya?" Yang cut in immediately after hearing this.

  "In fifty li due west from here lies Black Wind Cliff." The young innkeeper replied.

  Yang immediately got up and walked out of the inn after hearing this, with his sword in hand. The two Taoist priests from Mao Mountain also paid their bill and followed him.

  Three people and an old man passed half a stick of incense time, and they arrived at the foot of a mountain shrouded in dark mist. This was Heifeng Cliff.

  Although it is noon now, the mountain is densely covered with thousand-year-old trees, and sunlight can hardly penetrate. Moreover, after the demon occupied this place, the demonic energy permeated, making the entire mountain as dark as night.

  "Hahaha...Unexpectedly, this little girl is so young and yet her spiritual power is abundant..." A faint laugh came from afar, Yang's heart tightened, his figure flashed, using the Mount Shu Body Technique's ultimate move, Treading on Blue Sky Step, he quickly approached the source of the laughter.

  The Taoist of Mao Mountain and Luo Man also used the Mao Mountain Body Method to follow them.

  Yang Guo heard the maniacal laughter getting closer and closer, thinking that the girl was likely his junior sister Yilin, Yang Guo's heart grew more anxious, hastening to urge on his spiritual energy to quicken his pace towards the depths of the mountain valley.

  In just a few moments, Yang arrived in front of a cave. He didn't have time to examine the cave or consider whether there were any ambushes, and he rushed directly into the cave.

  The cave wasn't deep, and the surrounding walls seemed to be carved out of white jade. On the left side of the cave was a bed, on which lay a man with an upper body that had skin as white as it was terrifying, to the point where you could see the blood vessels and flesh beneath his skin. The man was in the process of undressing a girl, but upon taking a closer look at the girl, who else could it be but his own junior sister, Yiling?

  Yang saw this scene and was furious, shouting: "You demon, stop your evil deeds!"

  The long sword behind him was drawn out of its scabbard, flying towards the man with infinite anger and fierce killing intent.

  A long sword with a red flame directly stabbed towards the man, the man's body shook, and a circle of white light shielded his entire body, barely blocking Yang's furious blow.

  The man only felt a wave of his whole body, and the protective cover seemed to be penetrated. He hastily dodged to the side, the long sword pierced through the protective cover, flew past the man's left side, but the sword energy still left a wound more than an inch deep on the man's left shoulder.

  The man seemed to have not anticipated Yang Guo's swift strike, and hastily mobilized his spiritual energy to recover from the wound. He casually picked up a large coat and put it on, got out of bed, and stood in front of him.

  The man's skin was also white and transparent, his skull had no hair at all, not even eyebrows. His eyes were deeply sunken, the eyeballs were almost all white, with only a tiny black pupil, his nose bridge collapsed, nostrils flared outwards, his lips were also completely colorless, the whole person emitted an inexplicable chill.

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