Chapter 33: The Colorful Monk

  The entire hall was silent, with a strange atmosphere.

  Yang Fan secretly rejoiced: "There's a good show to watch...hmm, it's best if they can hurt each other badly, and also give me the chance to rescue them."

  "Hmph, what kind of demon are you, daring to cause trouble on the territory of my 'Tian Xing Zhou'?"

  A woman's voice came over, her tone icy and sending chills down one's spine.

  Whoosh!

  As soon as the voice fell, a woman in white floated over, about twenty-four or five years old, beautiful and unparalleled, but with a frosty face, looking like an ice mountain beauty, making people dare not approach.

  "Yuki Hyakuyou, Ri Yuefeng!"

  The old slicker in the hall recognized the woman's identity at a glance.

  "This Li Yuexiang is ranked fifth in the 'Tianhangzhou', looks pretty good, but always has a cold and icy expression, known as the 'Ice Lily'."

  The familiar master whispered in private.

  "Hmm, I've heard of 'Bing Bailian', could it be that she's the one responsible for sending us to 'Xiuyuge' this time?"

  Another young monk with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

  That fat-faced, big-eared monk's eyes lit up as soon as he saw "Ice Lotus" Li Yuefeng appear. He sneered and said: "This chick is just right, name a price, how many spirit stones for one night?"

  As soon as she heard this, Li Yuefeng's face grew even colder, and a hint of murderous intent flickered in her eyes.

  "Haha... So you're the 'Color Precept Monk' who has recently made a name for himself in Qingjiang River."

  At this moment, a burly man in his 40s with piercing eyes walked into the hall, exuding an aura of intimidation.

  "Second brother, this fat monk is mine to deal with, don't interfere."

  Li Yuexiang glanced at the burly man and said coldly.

  "What nonsense 'Tianhangzhou', I want to go to 'Xiuyuge' ahead of time, can't you prepare a boat for me in advance?"

  The monk's face was stern and solemn.

  Li Yuexiang coldly smiled and said, "The 'Xiū Yù Gé' is in a treacherous and perilous terrain with raging currents. To get through the layers of difficulties and reach your destination, you must take our magical vessel, the 'Tiān Xíng Zhōu'. If you don't know what's good for you, I won't let you set foot on it."

  "Bad luck!"

  The monk cursed and walked towards a certain futon in the hall, although he was very careless, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to make an enemy of several people.

  "Halt." Li Yuexiang coldly shouted: "Do you think this can wipe out the insult from before?"

  "You little girl, what do you think? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

  The monk's face sank.

  "If you apologize to me and the Tian Xing Zhou, I might spare your life. Otherwise, a severe beating is unavoidable."

  Li Yuesheng said faintly.

  "Haha, still pretending to be a maiden? I've seen countless women, you think this broken jar can deceive me? Won't be that some lecher has secretly... huh? Hahaha..."

  The monk of the Red Wall sneered.

  "You..."

  Li Yuexiang's face suddenly turned iron-green, and she almost lost her sanity.

  "Haha, did I hit it right?" The lustful monk Sha said with a lewd face.

  "Looking for death!"

  Li Yuexiang's hand suddenly appeared with a cold and icy flying sword, its surface crystal clear and transparent. With a wave of her magical power, it was covered in a layer of frost.

  Whoosh!

  Hanfeng Feijian brought a chill with him, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed at Sengzhao.

  The monk of the color precept hit a clever one and just realized that this woman is not easy to mess with.

  As for their cultivation, he and Li Yuexiang were both late-stage Qi Refining cultivators.

  Bang!

  The monk of Colorful Precepts suddenly produced a golden Zen staff and held it horizontally in front of him, emitting a metallic ringing sound.

  "Are you still afraid of me when I'm fighting?"

  The monk grasped his golden staff and with a swift movement appeared in front of Li Yuexiang.

  "Not good!"

  Li Yueshang hastily withdrew the Frost Flying Sword and grasped it in her hand.

  Bang! Bang!

  The Scarlet Monk and Hsuan Lien-huan struck simultaneously, forcing Li Yue-shuang back several feet, where she stood panting slightly.

  Obviously, Honglian and Shang have rich combat experience, and their magical powers are also thicker than Li Yuexiang's.

  Wow!

  The monk of the Colorful Precepts took advantage of his victory to launch a pursuit, and the golden Zen staff in his hand suddenly flew out, stirring up a powerful gust of wind. On the staff, a circle of golden light was still flickering faintly.

  Li Yuexiang felt a strong gust of wind sweeping over her, her face solemn.

  Frosty flying sword slight tremble, her body spiritual light greatly, a terrible chill on the flying sword condenses, dancing between, spinning into pieces of ice.

  Hehehe...

  A sword flashed out, spinning ice flowers burst into the air, and collided with a golden Zen staff.

  Clang!

  Two magical artifacts collided with each other, ice flowers burst forth, and a powerful aura swept across an area of several dozen feet.

  Ding Dong!

  The golden Zen stick and the Frost Flying Sword both fell to the ground, Li Yuefeng panted continuously, her face deathly pale, her magical powers greatly depleted, and several wounds appeared on her body.

  Even on her pale face, there was a deep scar that shocked at first sight.

  The monk's body was covered with a layer of frost, shivering violently, and he had also been wounded in many places.

  "Damn it!"

  The monk with a red cassock walked up, picked up his golden staff, and glared fiercely at Li Yuefeng.

  "Fellow Taoist, do you still want to challenge me and the seven brothers of Tian Xing Zhou? You were wrong earlier, and Wu Mei was also at fault. Since you've already had a fair duel, do you still want to gain an advantage?"

  A tall and sturdy man stood in front of Li Yuefeng, his voice loud and powerful, piercing the lungs.

  In fact, "Tian Xing Zhou" is a small alliance composed of seven scattered cultivators. In the generation of 'Qing Jiang River', it counts as a not insignificant force.

  The way to Xiuyuge Pavilion is accessible only by waterway or by flying with a sword.

  The "Tian Xing Zhou" seven brothers control one-third of the waterways and have many enemies. In general, they do not want to offend cultivators who ride their boats.

  "Ben Zhang is so unlucky, got hurt all over for this girl, what bad luck!"

  The monk of the Color Precepts did not dare to force it further and glanced at Li Yuefeng.

  Two people stared at each other coldly, their hostility still lingering.

  "Two fellow Taoists, why must you resort to real flames over such a trivial matter..."

  A slightly weak young man came out and persuaded him.

  The rest of the monks looked at the frail young man with strange eyes.

  Is this guy out of his mind, actually willing to be a scapegoat?

  "Who are you?"

  The monk of the Red Vow glanced at this weak young man.

  "Hmm."

  Li Yuesheng gave him a faint glance, feeling that this person's temperament was extraordinary.

  The weak young man sighed and said: "I am a pharmacist, I saw that the two of you were seriously injured, so I came over to treat your wounds with good intentions."

  "What? You're a pharmacist?"

  The burly man standing in front of Li Yuexiang's body couldn't help but light up his eyes.

  The pharmacist is very popular in the immortal world.

  The battle between cultivators is very destructive and the injury is hard to be cured by ordinary doctors. If you want to recover quickly, you must find an alchemist for treatment.

  "Yes, saving lives and healing wounds is my duty as a doctor."

  The frail young man sighed, with a look of sorrow and sympathy for heaven.

  "May I ask your honorable surname? I am the second of 'Tian Xing Zhou', my surname is Xing, you can call me Xing Lao Er." The robust middle-aged man smiled and said.

  "My surname is Yang."

  The frail young man smiled slightly, and a inexplicable sense of affinity naturally emanated from his body.

  Needless to say, this weak young man was undoubtedly Yang Fan.

  "Since Yang the medicine master is so kind-hearted, let him treat Wu Mei instead."

  Xing Lao Er supported the injured Li Yuefeng and smiled at Yang Fan.

  "This..."

  Li Yuesheng was a bit shy, glanced at Yang Fan, and her face rarely showed a hint of shyness.

  Her clothes were torn in many places, revealing several spring-like wounds.

  "Hey kid, this little girl doesn't want to, you come over here and let me treat your wound first."

  The monk shouted loudly.

  "Alright."

  Yang Fan shrugged and there were two wounded people here, he naturally treated the one who cooperated with him first.

  Xing Lao Er's expression changed, and he was about to speak when Li Yuefeng pulled him back: "Let's see his skills first."

  "Hmm." Lao Er nodded slightly.

  Actually, Li Yuexiang was worried about the scars on her face. If they were not treated properly, it was likely to leave a mark. This was unbearable for a heavenly beauty like her.

  So she decided to first investigate Yang Fan's true abilities.

  (Chapter 1 is here, don't forget to vote for recommendations)