Night raid

  Sichuan, Mount Emei, Tianfengzi had been waiting at the entrance of the cave where Tianxinzi was in seclusion for a whole night, but Tianxinzi did not give him any response. Tianfengzi was worried and thought that Yicun was originally the most promising talent in the Tianxing Sect, if it wasn't for his mistake of entering the forbidden area, it's likely that after Tianxinzi ascended to heaven, the sect would have cultivated him to become the next leader. Thinking of this, Tianfengzi also had some resentment towards Daodezong and Fa Tianlao: "If you hadn't interfered without reason, would Yicun have been driven away?" Even the two little Daoist boys who were guarding the mountain gate that day, Tianfengzi scolded them severely: "You two little brats, I told you to watch the gate, why did you let him in casually? If you had just blocked him for a moment, until Yangzi and the others brought Yicun back to their own Dao house, wouldn't everything have been fine?"

  But thinking about it now is also useless. As for Yichens fate, it can only be said that it was destined by heaven.

  As the sun slowly inclined towards the west, Tian Fengzi couldn't wait any longer and asked loudly, "Senior brother, what do you think about Yichenzi's situation?"

  After a long time, the voice of Tian Xinzi broke through the thick mountain rocks and came out: "Alas, it's hard to decide. Yi Chenzi has no great fault, I was forced to expel him against my will, my heart is uneasy, and it has delayed my cultivation for at least thirty years. How can I punish him again? One drink, one peck, all predetermined, this is the heavenly decree, what can we say?"

  Tian Fengzi's face showed a hint of joy, and he asked from afar: "Senior brother, what do you mean?"

  Tian Xinzi fell silent for a moment before responding faintly, "In the past, I personally broke through Yi Chenzi's entire cultivation. This was Yi Chenzi's fate. From common sense, once the source of one's true yuan is broken, it is impossible to continue cultivating in this life. Furthermore, with the True Yuan Lock we placed within his body, even at the peak of his powers, he would have been unable to break through... In just four short years, Yi Chenzi has actually recovered to his former state. The hardships and dangers he faced are truly worthy of admiration... His dedication to the Tao is indeed admirable for this child."

  Tian Fengzi was silent, he knew that from the normal point of view, once the true yuan is broken, a person is completely useless. But Yi Chen can actually recover and continue to cultivate, it's as if the heavens are particularly fond of him and gave him special talent. However, the danger of his soul flying away during cultivation also made Tian Fengzi's heart tremble with fear.

  "Never mind, never mind... I once discussed with the great master of the Pure Land sect, that the Buddha has 3,000 methods to attain enlightenment, and every method can lead to Buddhahood. It's also said that Heaven's Heart is the most merciful, and as long as one's heart is directed upwards, Heaven will bless them without exception. What are we in comparison? Can we replace Heaven in handling a speck of dust? Although he has left the Tian Xing sect, he can still cultivate the methods of the Tian Xing sect, perhaps it's due to his accumulated virtues from past lives."

  "Heavenly Wind, listen to Heavenly Heart's words of emotion: 'Even the four people he taught were blessed... Our ancestor, with moral integrity, established the Tian Xing Sect from a humble servant boy who participated in the heavenly ceremony. Our sect's teachings are not easily obtained, but alas, ordinary people are muddled and spend their lives rolling in the red dust. If Yī Chénzi's leaked heart method can help a few more people escape the three thousand feet of red mud, it would be considered our Tian Xing Sect's merit... Heavenly Wind, this is also a good thing for the broad gate, as long as you advise Yī Chénzi not to transmit it to the wrong person.'"

  Tian Fengzi responded in succession: "Yes, yes, yes... Senior brother, I understand, I understand. The heart method of our school is easy to learn by hand, if what is passed on is not a person, it is indeed a disaster for the common people, I will warn Yizhenzi."

  Tian Xinzi laughed: "It's not necessarily, Tian Feng, in another ten years, your cultivation will barely be able to comprehend the first volume of Xing Dian. At that time, you will understand that the so-called heart-refining technique is still very important in our sect. Those with evil intentions will never obtain the highest secrets of our sect, no need to worry too much about it. That's all, you can go... and thank you for your concern, brother."

  Tian Fengzi was taken aback: "Big Brother, what do you have that needs me to thank you for?"

  Tian Xinzi smiled but didn't speak, her laughter echoing across the transparent small mountain peak. Tian Fengzi shook his head, a silver light rose up, and he quickly restrained the radiance he emitted and left swiftly.

  In the stone cave where Tian Xinzi was in seclusion, on a white jade pedestal, Tian Xinzi sat cross-legged, his silver light mask gone, revealing his clear and benevolent face, filled with joyful smiles. Four years ago, he had wrongfully expelled Yi Chen, creating a demon in his heart. This time, the information brought by Tian Fengzi made him think deeply for a night, until suddenly his mind was enlightened: "Everyone has their own destiny, Yi Chen's current achievements are the fruits of yesterday and the causes of tomorrow. Why must I be entangled in this? The ancestral law has its own way of fate, with or without fate, it is all predetermined by heaven. As long as I follow the will of heaven, what need is there to try to change the course of destiny with one person's power?"

  Tian Xin's heart was filled with a sense of tranquility, excitement and eagerness. He had an indistinct urge to ascend directly. His heart was slightly moved, and he realized that his time was limited, at most within a hundred years, he would have to leave this world.

  Yī chén zǐ ā yī chén zǐ, tiān xīn zǐ de liǎn shàng yín xiá zài qǐ, yòu shǒu wēi wēi de jiǎo dòng le jǐ xià, mò mò de yòng tiān xīng zōng de 'cān tiān zhòu' jiǎ suàn yì chén de yùn shì, tiān xīn zǐ měng de zhàn le qǐ lái, zuǐ lǐ lěng hēng yī shēng: "shì kě rěn, shú bù kě rěn, hēng, dào dé zōng ā dào dé zōng, hào chēng dào dé, nǐ yǒu hé dào? Nǐ zhī hé dé?"

  Silver light surged, Tian Xinzi suddenly rose into the air like a reverse-moving meteor, catching up to Tian Fengzi who was advancing with all his might in an instant. Tian Fengzi was shocked by the difference in strength between his senior brother and himself, and couldn't help but feel curious: "Senior brother, why did you suddenly come out of seclusion? Has something big happened?"

  Tian Xinzi's body shone with a brilliant silver light, enveloping Tian Fengzi, who was advancing rapidly in silence. Afraid of having some unknown impact on the people on the ground, Tian Xinzi controlled his speed and didn't dare to use his full strength. After a while, he said, "We've arrived outside Beijing City, tell Brother." Tian Fengzi hastily responded.

  When Yì Chén woke up, it was already a sea of lights outside with people bustling about. Fei Li and the others had been waiting in the outer room for a long time. Sally was still sitting alone in the corner, and if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't have noticed her at all.

  Yi Chen relaxed his muscles and smiled: "Have you guys had dinner? I'm a bit hungry, Phil, get someone to prepare some food and drinks, then call Mr. Fattadio over, let's go take in the night view of Beijing."

  The words had barely fallen when a cold, icy voice came from outside: "Yi Chenzi, hand over your two subordinates, the two culprits who injured our junior brother."

  Another voice proudly said: "I am Qing Song, the eldest disciple of Ming De Zhen Ren under the Moral Sect. That one is my senior brother Xian Yun. Call your two subordinates out, otherwise, you won't have a good ending either."

  Yi Chen lightly replied: "You two, in a place like this, aren't you afraid of being so reckless and unbridled?"

  "Are we afraid? Why are we afraid? Afraid of letting those ordinary people see us? That's too much underestimation of our Moral Sect. The rooms around yours have all been isolated by us, ensuring not a single word can get out."

  The evil fire in Yi Chen's heart gradually surged up, Dao De Zong, Dao De Zong, I was just helping a few innocent beast spirits who were being slaughtered by Fei Long, and you've already driven me out of the sect. Even if we put aside this past grievance, why do you still blame us for everything? The battle between Phil and Jester and your fellow disciples had faults on both sides, so why do you push all the blame onto our heads? Fine, fine, then let's just fight to the death with Dao De Zong, it'll save me from being punished by the sect in the end, dying in humiliation.

  "Ah, damn it! You two bastards, lead the way and find a quiet spot. I'll take care of you and send you to your graves. Damn it, don't think that just because I'm not showing my power means I'm still the same old Yi Chen!"

  Qing Song and Xian Yun were caught off guard, stunned by the shockwave of Yi Chen's voice, and in their fright, they fled towards the outskirts of Beijing. Yi Chen shouted: "Xia Li, stay behind! The rest of you, follow me to chase them down. I'll make sure they're done for!" Yi Chen's temper as a black society boss flared up. You don't give me face? I still give you face? Come on, I'm not afraid of you even if I'm barefoot and you're wearing shoes! Let's fight to the death! First, Yi Chen opened the window and jumped out, lightly using the nearby walls and rooftops as a springboard to chase after the two streams of clear energy.

  Felicity was the first to chase out, Jester gave Sally a quiet hand gesture, like a bat rushing out, but already fell behind Phil and Goll.

  Yi Chen sprinted with all his might, a faint silver glow enveloping his body. At this moment, the star power was gradually growing stronger, and Yi Chen didn't need to exert too much effort himself. By cleverly utilizing the characteristics of the force fields between the stars, which were mutually intertwined and repelled each other, he could advance at a speed no slower than flying with a sword. Fei Li and Jie Si Te had desperately caught up, relying on their agile and nimble bodies, and hadn't fallen far behind.

  It was astonishing that the heavily built Phil and Goll had overtaken Fili and his companions. The two brothers were particularly adept at manipulating the power of air and earth, and now they were surrounded by a series of rapid air currents, just like two human-shaped tornadoes rushing out, creating a long, piercing whistling sound.

  Qing Song turned his head to take a look, and was so startled that he almost fell off, stuttering as he spoke to Xian Yun: "Senior brother, senior brother, wasn't Yi Chenzi's entire cultivation already broken? How, how is he able to catch up so quickly?"

  Xianyun heard the words and turned around to take a look, his body also shook slightly. Yi Chen was approaching with a strong killing intent, and the four people behind him also emitted a powerful but unknown aura. Xianyun said in alarm: "Let's go quickly, according to our previous plan, let's bring them to the mountainous area in the western suburbs. Yi Chenzi is very difficult to deal with, now I'm afraid we two are not his match... It's strange, why isn't he flying with his sword, but instead chasing us on foot?" How could they know that Yi Chen had just picked up a cheap sword and hadn't yet merged with it, so how could he fly with his sword?

  Under the night sky of Beijing, there were crowds of people everywhere, but no one noticed the seven people flying over their heads.

  Before long, Qing Song and Xian Yun led Yi Chen and the others to a very secluded mountain valley outside Beijing. The two dismounted, and in an instant, four or five streams of clear air flashed by, and five more disciples of the Dao De Zong appeared.

  Qing Song saw his senior brother appear and felt a sense of reliance, his spirit lifted: "Yi Chenzi, hasn't your martial arts been crippled? How strange, the leader of the Tianxing Sect is also capable of deception... Haha, ah yo..." Yi Chen shot out a fragment of star sword energy, knocking out one of Qing Song's large teeth.

  The disciples of the Taoist sect moved at the sound of the wind, each releasing their own defensive treasures, and a variety of golden, silver, red, and purple lights enveloped their bodies. Fei Li and the others who had already caught up were also ready to take action, Jie Si's body was shrouded in a faint black flame, Fei Li's surroundings were filled with ice crystals, and the whirlwind around Phil's brothers' bodies had grown to over 20 meters high, emitting a terrifying howl.

  Yi Chen said coldly, "I am no longer a disciple of the Tian Xing Sect, but I also won't allow you to insult the Tian Xing Sect in front of me. What are you planning to do? Lay out your moves, and I'll take them all on."

  Yi Chen's words were like a dark spell, leaving the group of Daoist disciples stunned. When had they ever heard such things from a cultivator? After a long while, Xian Yun finally spoke up: "Your two subordinates must take responsibility for our fellow disciple's injuries. One has lost his physical body and suffered severe damage to his primordial spirit, while the other was forced to abandon his own body and re-condense his primordial spirit. What do you plan to do about it?"

  Yi Chen shook his head and said, "There's nothing good to say. No matter how much I compromise, you will never let us go... Besides, I, Yi Chen, am absolutely not a person who compromises myself or my subordinates. Let's get physical, what's with all this nonsense? In this world, the one with the biggest fist is the boss. If we win, do whatever you want."

  Yi Chen's mouth opened, and the round moon curved knife shot out, with circles of silver light flying in all directions, bringing a cold glow that enveloped the seven Dao De Zong disciples. Yi Chen's mouth emitted a strange sound wave, and with a loud shout, his hands quickly formed seals and swung, with silver light lines appearing from thin air, forming a web of light that rapidly shot towards the Dao De Zong disciples, until it was about to reach Qing Song and the others, when Yi Chen shouted out: "Behold my Broken Star Sword Array!"

  Jester let out countless meaningless roars, and fireballs with diameters of over ten centimeters floated from his hands before charging at the Dao De Zong people. Fei Li's ice pillars filled in the gaps in Jester's fireball assault. Phil's thick and heavy hand pushed forward, and two tornadoes carrying thousands of wind blades swept out. Meanwhile, Gor slammed his hands heavily onto the ground, and over a hundred stone pillars composed of mud suddenly burst forth from the ground where the Dao De Zong disciples were standing.

  Idle clouds and green pines shot out their own sword lights, entwining with Yidun's sword light. The other five fellow disciples raised their hands and scattered the attacking magical artifacts given by their master: a dozen or so colorful fire dragons, over a hundred electric lights, two giant demon-suppressing mallets, three golden pillars mixed with thunderfire of a hundred feet, and clouds and mist swirling around them surged towards Yidun and his companions.

  Yi Chen had long since mobilized all his strength, taking advantage of his flying sword entwining Qing Song Xian Yun. With a push of both feet, his body shot out, two hooks punching heavily onto Qing Song Xian Yun's chin. Accompanied by the cracking sound of his jawbone breaking, Qing Song Xian Yun was sent flying without even making a grunt. Their sword lights were immediately shattered into fragments by Yi Chen's curved knife sword energy.

  Two demon-subduing mallets smashed straight into Yidun's chest, causing him to feel a sudden tightness in his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward with the force of the impact, cold sweat pouring down his forehead as he thought in fear: "Luckily, luckily I wasn't completely smashed to pieces... these are two of the forty-nine demon-subduing mallets of Fa Tian Lao Dao, damn it, how did they end up in the hands of these bastards?"

  The attacks of both sides collided in mid-air, and after a loud explosion, Filia, Jestro, and Phil were shaken violently, their bodies flying out. The disciples of the Moral Sect were much better off, as they relied on the powerful magical artifacts of their masters, only suffering some shock to their minds and no major harm. Just as they were feeling complacent, Gol's stone pillar had already shot up from beneath their feet.

  At this time, the green pine and leisure cloud had not yet landed, and the two of them were already unconscious. The protective charms on their bodies lost their master's control, weakening by more than half. They were struck by over a dozen stone pillars, and amidst the sound of shattering bones, their bodies seemed to be like sandbags that were lifted up over 30 meters high before being heavily flung out.

  The other five Daoist disciples had never seen such an unusual fighting style before. One after another, they were suddenly struck in the lower body by the stone pillars and let out mournful cries. The most unfortunate one was their eldest senior brother, who was also Fa Tian's other favorite disciple, Qing Feng. He was directly hit in the lower body by a thick stone pillar, letting out several mournful cries before fainting. His body was then sent flying by the subsequent stone pillars.

  A single confrontation, Fei Li, Jie Si Te, and Fei Er were severely injured. The seven disciples of Dao De Zong lost their combat effectiveness, they didn't have the spirit to continue commanding the released magic treasures. Yi Chen ruthlessly destroyed everything that could be destroyed, such as the powerful magic treasure "Xiang Mo Chui" which couldn't be destroyed was also knocked flying with a heavy blow.

  Everything happened in a flash, and by the time it was all over, a loud shout rang out: "You wicked creature, how dare you harm my disciple!" An old Taoist with a face like a crab and fiery red whiskers burst out of the nearby forest, his anger blazing as he shot a sword beam at Yidun, while four beams of light simultaneously shot towards Feili and the other three.

  Gol was unharmed, and he dodged the clear light with a quick jump, while Ferri and the other two were already paralyzed on the ground, where did they have the strength to dodge?

  Yi Chen suddenly shouted: "Ming De, you old bastard, you dare...!" His finger pointed, and his curved knife with a round moon shape reflected the stars in the sky, emitting a dim silver light, conjuring up thousands of light circles to meet Ming De's sword light. At the same time, Yi Chen himself flew towards those three rays of clear light.

  Ming De Lao Dao was enraged by Yi Chen, an old mixed breed, and his three corpses' spirits violently jumped up. He almost fainted from anger. His sword light slowed down for a moment, striking Yi Chen's sword light one step later than he had planned. Yi Chen's sword light was destroyed like withered branches being struck down. The flying sword that had been picked up cheaply and had only been in hand for less than a day was shattered and fell to the ground. However, this brief delay gave Yi Chen an opportunity. He quickly flew over and caught the clear light that was shooting towards Jester and Fili. His body shook violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, with one kick, he sent Phil flying away.

  Phil's massive body still didn't completely dodge the third beam of light, his thigh was pierced with a transparent hole, almost making him lose his ability to have children.

  Gol was already yelling on that side, a tornado struck out, and then a punch hit the ground in the same way.

  Ming De's face twisted into a smile: "A minor trick, a side door technique, dare to show off in front of the Taoist master?" With his left hand, he pointed a sword finger at the ground and said: "Set." The entire ground was frozen into diamond-like hardness. How could Ge Er still control such a ground? He had already been shaken by the counterforce and flew up, spitting out three big mouthfuls of blood, muttering in his mouth: "Damn it, I'll f**k your ancestors, boss is right, these people are monsters."

  That huge tornado in Mingde's eyes was simply a joke, and with a casual breath, the dragon blade of Gol's tornado disappeared instantly. The true energy that Mingde spat out was like a cannonball, whizzing away and heavily hitting Gol's chest. Amidst the sound of shattering bones, Gol let out a miserable cry and fainted.

  Yi Chen's eyes had turned blood red, and the only way to save his four trusted subordinates was to knock down Ming De. Yi Chen also went all out, using the secret method of his sect, the star core in his dantian began to shake violently, and his body rushed towards Ming De. The star core rapidly absorbed the surrounding star energy, and a series of dazzling silver light circles enveloped Yi Chen. His entire body was about to burst, and he gradually became like a silver meteor, bringing with him a long trail of light as he charged towards Ming De thirty meters away.

  Ming De was also startled, wasn't this the "Meteor Technique" of Tian Xing Sect's legend, used to fight to the death? Ming De didn't want to fight Yī Chén to the death and was about to retreat when he suddenly burst out laughing: "Yī Chénzi, if it were your master who used this move, even my senior brother Fa Tiān True Man would have to yield. But what are you? You're just a second-generation disciple of Tian Xing Sect now, or should I say, an abandoned disciple who was driven out?"

  Ming De thought to himself, if he were to avoid a junior like this, the news would spread and the hundreds of Chinese cultivation sects would laugh at him. Hmm, absolutely not, Yi Chen was just a young man in his twenties, could he really be intimidated by him?

  Ming De's body suddenly rose with a surge of true yuan, and a vast expanse of clear light burst forth from his body. His right hand, carrying a gentle stream of clear energy, lightly pointed out.

  Yi Chen's entire body transformed into a silver meteor, its accumulated star power making it gradually take on a substantial form, like a pure silver bullet, emitting threads and grains of starlight as it hurtled forward. Ming De concentrated all his cultivation into one finger, which was now only a foot away from the meteor Yi Chen had transformed into; the air between his fingertip and the meteor was already beginning to distort subtly.