Chapter Fifty-Four: The Sage

  Pan Hao didn't mind Liu Yong's thoughts either. After taking the three girls for a stroll around the neighborhood, they returned with a full load.

  At night, in a mansion in Yongzhou, a study was brightly lit. An old man with a wide robe and a gentle face held an ancient book and read it carefully. This person was Han Yang, the one mentioned by the young man during the day.

  If someone could see the aura at this time, they would see that the white aura above the old man's head was constantly bubbling up, countless scriptures and ancient seals floating in the aura as Han Yang Lao Zhe read and pondered, emitting a vast and upright energy.

  These scriptures evolved into a chain of crystal clear white light wrapped around the four directions, explaining the order of heaven and earth, exploring the mysteries of all things. The white chains intersected, making a crisp sound, sparks splashing everywhere, these are countless scriptural thoughts converging, debating, and innovating.

  At this moment, the old man suddenly put down the book and let out a light sigh.

  "Who would have thought that disaster would strike as soon as I left Kyoto!" Han Yang's body was like that of an ordinary person, but his eyes shone brightly, not at all like those of a man entering old age.

  "Haha! You're indeed a great scholar of our time, to actually sense my presence!" A low, hoarse voice sounded, and an old man in grey robes creaked open the door.

  "When did you people from the martial arts world get involved in the temple's internal struggles? Aren't you afraid of the nine clans being exterminated and disaster befalling you?" Han Yang slowly stood up, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, his aura stern.

  At the same time, the old man Han Yang's aura on his face had countless scriptures stirring and moving, weaving a scene of the nine tribes being destroyed, blood flowing like rivers, and corpses filling the ground. These scriptures rotated with a cracking sound, following Han Yang's words as they were spoken. Suddenly, it was as if a dragon had emerged, swiftly pouncing onto Yan Sha's aura, tightly wrapping his pale red aura.

  One scene after another emerged, affecting Yan Sha's aura. In an instant, Yan Sha's aura fluctuated wildly, as if a precious pearl was shrouded in dust, and it actually had a tendency to darken.

  "Haha, you'd better not try to deceive me!" The true energy in Yan Sha's body surged and flowed, a powerful and scorching aura rose up. The air temperature also instantly increased, suddenly becoming warm as spring.

  The true energy vibrated and the aura of Yan Sha suddenly emitted a powerful momentum, expelling the scripture with a loud bang. The crystal chain that scattered white light was actually shaken open, and the people's wishes on it were not threatening to Yan Sha at all.

  Yan Sha's right hand transformed into a crimson jade palm, his scorching true energy transformed into a palm aura, and with a shout, he sent out a blast of true energy that turned into a fiery palm, pushing it towards Old Man Han Yang.

  "Many injustices will ultimately lead to one's own downfall!" Han Yang stood tall and unwavering, exuding an aura of unyielding righteousness. He said solemnly and sternly.

  Ka ka, with Han Yang's scripture recitation, countless white auras surrounding the air transformed into characters jumping out one by one, forming majestic and grand chains.

  Puff, the fire palm composed of true energy was suddenly extinguished. Whoosh, a majestic and powerful aura burst forth, enveloping the entire mansion.

  "Hiss, the true energy that was about to burst out of his body was suddenly suppressed, and the true energy that he could originally use with ease seemed to be extremely awkward. The majestic aura that filled the sky seemed to weigh on Yan Sha's mind like Mount Tai, violently crashing into his brain."

  Innumerable voices reciting classical poetry resound, scenes of sages' teachings and moral lessons appear, countless rituals and rules are transformed into a chain of order, weaving in and out of the void, passed down through generations. Revered by all ages, supported by the faith and wishes of countless people.

  Huang Huang, Yan Sha's eyes widened in shock, discovering that his true energy had become like a stagnant pool of water, no matter how hard he tried to drive it, there was no reaction.

  "Is this the power of a sage?" Yan Sha muttered to himself in a daze.

  Across from him, Han Yang's eyes shone brightly, his wide robes fluttering in the wind. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he stood with his head held high. Countless dense scriptures floated indistinctly in mid-air, emitting a vast and upright aura that burst forth powerfully.

  "You don't have to pretend anymore, the power of the saints can suppress the true energy cultivation, but my physical strength can still be used!" Yan Sha came back to his senses and suddenly remembered the immortal master's instructions. Suddenly, he was greatly encouraged.

  "Kill!" Yan Sha abandoned using his true energy, stepped on the bluestone, and rushed over with a loud crash. The bluestone under his feet cracked with a loud crack, and Yan Sha's whole person was like an arrow off the string, rushing towards Han Yang with a whoosh.

  Yan Sha, despite his elderly appearance, had reached the Xiantian realm in his cultivation. He had already undergone the process of washing his marrow and cutting his bones, making his body incredibly strong with surging blood and energy. With a loud whooshing sound, Yan Sha's fist was about to deliver the final blow to Han Yang.

  "How bold!"

  "How bold!"

  Two men who followed Han Yang into Yongzhou finally sensed something was amiss and rushed in.

  Whoosh, whoosh! The invisible scriptures between heaven and earth made way for the two men, without suppressing their true energy.

  "Clang... Clang..."

  Two clear and crisp sounds rang out, two men wearing cyan robes drew their swords. Their bodies were like swimming dragons, swiftly using their lightness skills to kill towards Yan Sha.

  "Ding Dong!"

  The long sword was flicked away by Yan Sha's fingertips, but Yan Sha was also forced to retreat several steps from Han Yang. The two men took advantage of the situation and showed no mercy, the long sword transformed into a flash of light, countless residual shadows scattered cold light and killing intent, enveloping Yan Sha all around.

  Whoosh, Yan Sha dodged the attack with his incredible footwork, but was closely pursued by the slender long sword. The man in green robes clashed swords, and a thread of sword energy emanated from the tip of the sword, causing Yan Sha's heart to skip a beat as he hastily dodged.

  "Heh heh."

  The chair was cut in two by the sword energy, as if it were tofu. Even the green bricks on the ground were split open, revealing a groove that was three inches deep and five feet long.

  "Qian Kun converges! You are Zhao's people!" Yan Sha said in a low voice as he witnessed the scene.

  "Kill!" The two men didn't respond, but instead exchanged a glance in an instant, then their long swords flashed, charging towards Yan Sha.

  "It seems like there's no way to complete the task, retreat first!" Flame Sand thought to himself.

  "Hong", Yan Sha's foot stomped down, "Ka Cha", the bluestone shattered. "Hū", Yan Sha's large hand swung out, the shattered bluestone was grasped in his hand, then with a "Shua" sound, it was scattered away.

  Ding ding, two men's long swords transformed into a light screen, blocking the attack of the green stone. At this moment, Flame Sand's foot kicked out, crackling, and the green stone under his feet split into several pieces. The whole person turned into a gray shadow, bursting through the window and rushing out.

  "Go!" The two men were about to rush out.

  "Slow down!" Han Yang's hoarse voice rang out.

  "Cough, cough." Han Yang's aura slowly dissipated, and the countless Tian Di Jing scriptures scattered. Some of the scriptures returned to Han Yang's aura, transforming into a vast and majestic white energy that enveloped him.

  "Hey, Mr. Han, are you okay?" two men asked anxiously and hurriedly.

  "It's nothing, people get old and useless!" Han Yang waved his hand, indicating that it was no big deal.

  ……

  Far away in Qingyu County, Pan Hao withdrew his gaze, and in his divine soul, the illusory divine throne had a slight sense of condensation. With a wave of Pan Hao's sleeve, the image on the divine throne also disappeared.

  "Power of the Sage!" Pan Hao's eyes gleamed with a deep, mysterious light as he muttered to himself.

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