Chapter 6: Punishing Evil and Encountering an Old Acquaintance

  Looking at the swarms of mosquitoes, humming and buzzing like firecrackers, Mu Yuan was shocked in his heart. Such a method of raising insects is not ordinary, and looking at the cloth bag that holds the mosquitoes, it seems to have another space inside, which doesn't seem like an ordinary martial artist's skill!

  Try to experience the ferocity of these mosquitoes, Mu Yuan only used two points of strength, the iron sword in his hand hummed and trembled, a bright sword light flashed by, colliding with the swarm of mosquitoes, instantly producing a sound of clashing metal, those mosquitoes hit by the iron sword were not annihilated into powder, but just slightly blocked, immediately flying up again with ferocity.

  "What a guy, even if it's a fierce tiger or wolf, after receiving this blow from me, at the very least it would be a somersault, hurting its tendons and bones. These mosquitoes are actually so sturdy, and yet they only have slightly torn wings, truly astonishing!"

  Muyuan's heart was shocked, the dense mosquitoes, carrying a pungent and fishy smell, were clearly caused by long-term blood-sucking. He also saw that the big man who released the mosquitoes had a ferocious expression on his face, seeing Muyuan's one move in vain, he was obviously very pleased, revealing a sly smile!

  "You really think I'm out of options?" Mu Yuan sneered, his true energy surging as a streak of cyan light flashed across the iron sword. The light was soft and flowing like water, revolving endlessly, and a three-foot-long sword aura burst forth from the tip of the sword, extending and retracting in a flash. The edge of the sword aura seemed to be able to extend in all directions, its mysterious power at an extreme!

  "It's Jianmang! It's Jianmang!"

  An older martial artist invited by Jia Bu happened to see this scene and suddenly exclaimed in shock, his tone full of astonishment!

  Wielding the sword to create a halo, this is a means that only strong practitioners who have reached the Xiantian realm in the secular world can display. It's likely that these warriors who are relegated to being bodyguards for merchants will never have the opportunity to advance to this realm in their lifetime! Even in the Tiandu Kingdom, there are only a handful of martial artists who can reach the Xiantian realm, and it can be said that they are extremely rare!

  Mu Yuan heard the martial artist's shock, but in his heart, he didn't think much of it. The Longsheng Palace's Supreme Sword Technique, Qingmu Shenmang, was originally a skill that could only be achieved by reaching the second layer of Qi Refining. He had spent ten years of hard work to reach this level. And Longsheng Palace, even in the Xianxia world, was a sect with a great reputation, its Longsheng True Energy being profound and subtle, far surpassing ordinary martial arts by who-knew-how-many times!

  The Daoist sect is very particular about the innate qualities and natural talents of its disciples, as the saying goes: "Those who cultivate immortality must have a strong and refined bone structure, while those who attain the Dao must have a highly spiritual nature." This is unlike Buddhism, which opens its doors wide to provide convenience for all living beings. Although Mu Yuan's cheap master was not very accomplished himself in the Long Life Palace, his selection of Mu Yuan as a disciple also shows that Mu Yuan has some innate talent for cultivating the Dao.

  Green light flashed across the sky, and in an instant, a bright lamp suddenly lit up in the dark night, dispelling the darkness and illuminating all directions. The green glow flowed across the sky, and wherever it passed, crimson blood splattered down, and hundreds of thousands of mosquitoes were swept away by the divine light, turning into flying ash.

  At this sight, the bandit Han was shocked and revealed his panic. Mu Yuan saw that he still had such a trick, drew his sword and went up, just about to take his head and end his life. Suddenly, a shrill whistle came from the distant mountain ridge, a black shadow swooped down like an eagle, with a cold light wrapped in front of it, and a fierce and cruel killing intent mixed in, rolling down, straight towards the horse carriage where Jia Bu's family was riding!

  Mù Yuán gave a cold snort, sensing the true energy within his opponent's body, which was surging like a mighty river. He immediately unleashed his full power, and the green wood divine spear burst forth with intense light. The true energy surrounding his entire body released an even more brilliant radiance, vaguely transforming into a towering giant tree with lush branches and twisted roots, its entire body bursting forth with dazzling emerald green light. Countless branches swayed in the wind, like a thousand hands dancing, full of vitality and containing immense power!

  Cold light and green mang collided, instantly the air waves surged, the air was vigorous and ran, the horse carriage below was stimulated by it, and in an instant it split into four or five pieces, the roof burst open, the fine horses whinnied loudly, the women and children hiding inside all cried out in surprise at the same time, Mu Yuan's figure flashed, and he had already stood in front of these people!

  The newcomer halted his figure, hovering in the air with a flip of his body. His entire body was shrouded in a dark, swelling aura, and he grasped a long knife that emitted a cold, shimmering light. The blade was extremely thin, with a streak of flowing light dancing across its surface, reflecting the sunlight and exuding an air of clarity, making it appear even more razor-sharp!

  Mu Yuan's whole body was still trembling, his hand holding the sword was a bit numb, and he couldn't help but feel surprised. He hadn't expected that in the midst of the grass, there would be such a good hand, yet he was calm and fearless. His opponent stood steadily, unmoving, probably also waiting for an opportunity to strike back.

  "Was it you who ruined my Black Mosquito?" The voice was icy cold, like the eternal mysterious ice, piercing to the bone.

  Mu Yuan was astonished, thinking that the big man who came earlier was just an ordinary person, how could he raise such a fierce beast. It must be that this person in front of him gave it to him for self-defense, and himself destroyed the black mosquito. This person's heart felt grateful, and he searched until he arrived here.

  Thinking of this, Mu Yuan's heart was slightly determined. The person in front of him was indeed formidable, but he didn't necessarily have to lose to him. Smiling, he said, "You seem to be a man of the Tao as well, how did you end up becoming a bandit? Doesn't it go against your status?"

  "Ha ha! Immortality is unattainable, but to seek wealth and honor among men, what more can one ask for?"

  Mu Yuan swung his iron sword and said, "I'm on a mission entrusted by someone else, I must be loyal to that person's affairs. Please leave, how about it?"

  Someone shouted loudly, "How can there be such a good thing? I'll say it again!" As soon as the words fell, he rushed up fiercely, his long knife gleaming with cold light, and a layer of black smoke enveloped his body, transforming into a three-headed demon, bloodthirsty and icy, with eyes that gazed at the world with no emotional color.

  Mu Yuan smiled and said, "So you're a demon cultivator. I suppose today I'll be doing a good deed for the heavens!" The iron sword flashed out, immediately entangling with the opponent in a fierce battle! Swords clashed, knives danced, and they fought with great relish!

  After several rounds of fighting, Mu Yuan's mind was even more determined. In terms of internal energy and technique, he was only slightly inferior to his opponent, but in terms of skill and kung fu, he was far superior to his own Qingmu Divine Spear. With renewed confidence, his sword moves became more agile and effortless, unleashing the subtleties of his technique with unbridled joy!

  The green light gradually suppressed the dark smoke, and those secular warriors, although they didn't understand the magic of cultivation, still saw the situation clearly. They saw that Mu Yuan had the upper hand, and the martial artists on Jia Bu's side all cheered, while the bandits were greatly shocked and lost color. This was the first time they had seen their leader lose in a fight, and they couldn't help but lose face.

  The bandit leader was oppressed by Mu Yuanshen's aura, and he gradually became unable to withstand it. He hastily drew out a few knives. He was just an incompetent disciple of the demonic sect, named Jiang Cheng. After thirty years of cultivating his heart method, he had only reached the second layer of refining Qi. However, he was still more insightful than those secular masters, knowing that there were heavens beyond the heavens. So, he occupied this land and became the king of the mountain, not daring to provoke those stronger than him.

  Jiang Cheng is now nearly forty years old, and the skills he has cultivated are only inferior ones. As for the One-Stroke Knife Technique, it's even more impossible to mention. Compared to Mu Yuan's Qingmu Divine Spear, it's far inferior. Driven by desperation, he slapped his waist with a backhand, and instantly countless mosquitoes flew out, pouring down in a dense black swarm, much more ferocious than the previous one!

  Jiang Cheng himself took advantage of this opportunity, dancing with his sword light, rushing forward, wanting to decide the outcome in an instant!

  Mù yuán zhèn dòng qīng mù shén máo, tóng yàng quán lì chū shǒu, hēi wén fù dǐng, yī dà piàn huàn xiàng dùn shí chū xiàn zài yì shí zhī nèi!

  Translation:

  The wooden element shook the green wood divine spear, with the same full force, a large piece of illusion suddenly appeared in consciousness!

  But inside a dark, damp and cramped prison cell, there were about a hundred people, men and women, old and young, all covered in black mosquitoes. The sharp needles pierced into their blood vessels, and the bright red blood flowed into the mosquito's body, gradually adding a bright red color to it. And these people who had been bitten by the mosquitoes all let out mournful cries, strong resentment filled the entire prison cell, and was slowly being absorbed by the mosquitoes, making them even stronger!

  "You're really vicious, I won't let you get away!" Mu Yuan's mind was firm and unwavering, these cruel illusions appeared in his mind, not only did they not confuse him, but instead stirred up the killing intent in his heart, he made a vow to kill this person!

  Green wood spirit mang sky violent sweep, back and forth brushing, large pieces of mosquitoes fell to the ground, but not just die, than those who want to be strong before many, and at this time the river city has merged body pounce, knife light angry roll, like galloping river water, want to drown everything!

  Mokuren took the green wood god's spear to the extreme, and a large piece of light halo was already spewed out from the sword body, spreading into an arc shape, covering the semi-circular ground in front of him, like a giant folding fan, swinging back and forth, sweeping back and forth, but those mosquitoes were extremely ferocious, both violent and overbearing, killing them was not enough!

  Mu Yuan was furious in his heart, but the green wood god's power in the Longsheng Palace was strong, but its lethal force was insufficient. It was originally focused on nourishing the air of longevity, emphasizing leaving a thread for all things, and not exhausting oneself to kill others. With this to defend against enemies, there were endless wonders, but wanting to annihilate one's opponent was somewhat regrettable!

  The true energy burst forth, yet a cool sensation spread across his chest. Mu Yuan suddenly remembered the gourd he had just obtained and an idea struck him. He poured his Longevity True Energy into it, and with a flick of his wrist, countless black threads shot out, entwining each other in complex patterns, transforming endlessly. The calm and serene aura of the Qingmu Divine Light was now infused with even more vitality. The originally cohesive glow dispersed into a dense net that covered all the dark mosquitoes in the sky.

  Having lost this great help, the river city naturally could not withstand the increased strength of Mokuren. The mosquitoes he had painstakingly cultivated were restrained, his greatest reliance was gone, and he suddenly felt a desire to retreat. With a few swift slashes, his body paused for a moment before shooting up into the sky and fleeing in escape!

  "Where to go!" Mu Yuan shouted loudly, but first turned around, and dozens of emerald blades burst out from the sword tip, pouring into the four limbs and acupoints of those bandits, generating a strong wind, flying up and chasing straight to Jiang City!

  The true energy of the river city poured into his legs, and every time he landed, he bounced back several feet away. Mu Yuan followed closely behind him, and the two chased each other, disappearing into the distance in an instant!

  The two of them went in the direction of a continuous mountain range, where dense forests grew in the mountains. This was exactly what Mu Yuan's Long Life True Qi needed. Countless emerald green sprouts emerged from the surrounding trees and entered Mu Yuan's body. The branches and leaves of the trees swayed, and the falling leaves fluttered, generating wind power that propelled Mu Yuan's body to fly rapidly, gradually shortening the distance between him and Jiang City!

  Mu Yuan was overjoyed, let out a loud shout, and with a swift motion of his sword, a sharp blade shot out, striking Jiang Cheng's back. The dark light exploded, and Jiang Cheng's figure stumbled, slowing down even further. Mu Yuan gave chase once more, unknowingly pursuing him into the depths of the mountains. Suddenly, he saw that Jiang Cheng's speed had slowed down significantly in an instant. Mu Yuan exerted himself to catch up again, but suddenly felt the atmosphere around him change, as if his body was being bound by countless invisible shackles, weighing him down several times over.

  Mu Yuan was shocked beyond measure, and naturally knew why Jiang Cheng's figure had suddenly slowed down several times. He raised his head to gaze into the distance, and saw that not far away on the mountain ridge, two Daoist priests were facing each other from afar. One of them wore a sloppy Daoist robe, with his Daoist hair bun disheveled, and was precisely the sloppy Daoist priest who had given him the gourd!