Chapter Sixteen: Lifting Heavy as Light

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  Barren Mountains

  A time-honored and majestic mountain range, with mist lingering all year round, has a continuous sound of wolves howling in the mountains, and beasts roaring incessantly.

  The sunset is resplendent, with colors like divine fire burning, yet unable to burn away the vast expanse of pale white clouds. The mountains sit and lie, their ridges winding like a dragon's body, yet unable to calm the majestic energy that fills the entire mountain.

  This is a treacherous land, and at the same time, it is filled with a thick aura of heaven and earth, although not as good as Qingyun Sect, but also one of the few majestic mountains in the Qingyun Xianmen area.

  A purple gourd, as big as a small hill, swayed back and forth, surrounded by a layer of faint white mist. Three people sat cross-legged on top of it, descending onto a desolate mountain peak.

  But at this moment, it seems that the three of them have come at an inopportune time.

  Roar!

  A loud roar erupted, several ancient trees were knocked down, and a golden wolf emerged from the midst, its golden fur fluttering as if burning with golden flames. Fierce flames rose, distorting the air. At the foot of the mountain, in a massive cave, a blue python slithered out, leaving all grass and wood shattered in its wake.

  Two ferocious beasts, each like a small mountain, fiercely clashed in mid-air, their water and fire energies colliding, sending sparks flying everywhere, amidst the dazzling display, hidden within was an endless killing intent.

  "Two-headed wild beast!"

  Yun Fei let out a cry of surprise, his face turning somewhat pale. On the other hand, although Qi Tian was also shocked in his heart, his face showed more confusion.

  "All things are born with a path, and beasts have one too, which is divided into two kinds." The Daoist sighed and continued, "There are those who transform their bodies to become human, cultivating the Great Dao through humanity, seeking the transformation of essence, energy, and spirit. This kind is called spiritual beast, and what they cultivate is the demonic path, swallowing the essence of heaven and earth, and the spiritual energy of the sun and moon. Then there are those who preserve their original body to cultivate truth, using their beastly form to prove the Great Dao, seeking to strengthen their original body, making their physical body sacred. This kind is called wild beast, and what they cultivate is the ancient wild path, seizing the essence of heaven and earth, and the spiritual energy of the sun and moon, killing countless numbers, only seeking to make themselves stronger."

  Knowing Ming saw the Taoist was for his own enlightenment, Qi Tian immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master."

  Ming Jian saw Dao Ren wave his hand and glance at him, saying: "I hope later on, you can still continue to thank me."

  "Master, what is this——"

  Yun Fei was extremely cautious, he followed Ming Jian Dao Ren for three years, and understood Ming Jian Dao Ren's temperament. Although it seemed like he had no desires or demands, sometimes he could do anything. When he saw the two fierce beasts roaring below, his heart felt a little hairy, and he had an ominous premonition.

  At this moment, Mingjian Dao people supported their chins, with great interest in measuring the two wild beasts below, muttering to themselves: "Not bad, just learned to swallow the sun and moon's essence, opened up spiritual wisdom, can use spiritual power, almost perfect foundation, not bad, just right."

  Yun Fei's face turned pale, and he almost ran away with his tail between his legs. To joke, the two-headed beast was not even comparable to Dao Ji's cultivation, but its powerful physique and blood energy were enough to crush him into powder.

  Before he could even move, the Taoist's sword pointed to the sky and a formless powerful force trapped him. With a flick of his sleeve, Yun Fei fell like a shooting star between the two ferocious beasts.

  Qitian's face changed, as if he had thought of something. Before he could react, a similar invisible force bound him, and in an instant, he felt himself falling downwards like a cloud or mist.

  "Master!" Yun Fei cried out in alarm, and had already fallen into a clump of weeds.

  Roar!

  Two-headed wild beasts roared, the blue wild python's voice was like a cow's bellow, the roar shook the sky, the giant tail seemed to be an ancient tree falling down, the strong wind howled, stirring up a fierce storm.

  Boom!

  The ground cracked open with a gully of several meters, and the cloud flew away in disarray for several meters. Dust splashed all over his body, and at this moment, Qi Tian fell beside him.

  "Let's go!"

  "What?!"

  Yun Fei was somewhat unbelievable what he heard, but immediately, a dazzling purple light flashed in front of his eyes, and he had to wake up.

  "Junior Brother!"

  Yun Fei's eyes widened, and in front of him, a purple bamboo sword slowly fell, as if suppressing a great mountain. The sharp aura condensed on the sword body, tearing through the air silently.

  In the dantian qihai, all 56 fangdao orifices move in unison. The pale golden, crystal-like energy aura seems like a giant dragon, rising and swirling, ascending from the dantian qihai into the first layer of heaven, breaking through the layers of the sky, bursting into the 56th layer of heaven, then rapidly descending, stirring up a mighty force that surges entirely into the purple bamboo sword in hand.

  Wooooo...

  The purple bamboo sword also roared, as if there was a dragon's chant, wave after wave, the sword body emitted a purple gold divine light, and the blue python swept its tail, only to hear a loud crash.

  Roar!

  Azure giant roared, oxen's bellowing voice echoed, a mountain-like body rolled forward in the wilderness, dripping azure spiritual blood fell like a heavy rain, as if pouring down millions of drops at once.

  "Junior Brother!"

  Yun Fei let out a loud shout, his eyes wide with anger as he watched Qi Tian being swept away by the wild python's tail.

  "Bastard!"

  A four-foot-long purple bamboo sword with a rich purple glow, as if wrapped in a layer of water light, the sword body is crystal clear, and gradually reveals a golden divine light.

  Zhen Yue's nine forms unfolded, and Yun Fei transformed into a golden divine light. His black hair danced wildly, as if he were a roaring demon of war. The purple bamboo sword sliced through the air with a sharp edge, its tip drawing out peak after peak of golden mountains several meters high, slashing down towards Huang Mang.

  Azure Blue's aura was like a small mountain, his energy and blood were flourishing, but at this moment, for some reason, the originally boiling magma-like energy and blood had seemingly been exhausted, barely comparable to Yun Fei's.

  Zhen Yue's Nine-Style Execution, Yun Fei seemed to have cut down a mountain range, the sword wind was deep and heavy, the golden spiritual energy was pure and flawless, the blue-green vortex let out a mournful cry, for a moment, it was actually suppressed.

  Atop the desolate mountain, one could clearly see that the Taoist's eyes were slightly narrowed. His gaze was as sharp as lightning, yet he hadn't noticed the flying clouds; instead, his sight had fallen on a distant place.

  A hundred paces away.

  His flesh was numb and his heart was shaken, just now the blue python's tail had struck him, yet he hadn't suffered any serious injury, only a slight shock to his body. When did his own flesh become strong enough to withstand such a massive creature's attack?

  Roar!

  A howling sound came from behind, the giant wolf's paw stepped down, and the golden giant paw seemed to cover the sky, leaving only a piece of darkness overhead, making people feel suffocated by the overwhelming pressure, and even breathing became difficult.

  With a forced turn, the Purple Bamboo Sword moved, and in this moment, it seemed that countless sword marks were constantly evolving in Qitian's mind. For more than two months, all the sword techniques he had comprehended in the Cangjing Pavilion transformed into hundreds of sword lights, which suddenly shot out towards the four empty spaces.

  The purple bamboo sword moved slowly, as if it had evolved into a round and smooth trajectory, with the light golden aura fluttering like a spirit on the sword body.

  The golden wolf's paw fell, as if it had fallen into an endless whirlpool, and was pulled by an invisible force to one side.

  Pfft——

  The sharp golden claws struck the ground, leaving a huge pit several feet deep. Qi Tian retreated dozens of meters, his figure flashing, but with an astonishingly calm and composed demeanor.

  Roar!

  The desolate mountain seemed to shake, the wolves howled, and the golden giant claws fell one after another, but as soon as they entered that swirling purple-gold vortex, they were immediately thrown aside.

  Hmph!

  After the claws were severed, the wild wolf let out a mournful howl. On the golden wolf claw, three sharp claws broke off simultaneously. Pale golden spiritual blood fell to the ground, emitting a puff of green smoke and making a hissing sound.

  Zitian stood still, his face pale as paper, and beneath his skin, a faint golden light seemed to be flowing, the purple bamboo sword trembled, and he couldn't grasp it firmly.

  His eyes shone brightly, without any sign of fear or weakness, but instead with a fierce and powerful fighting spirit. In his chest, there seemed to be a burning flame that was about to burst out, revealing sharp edges and an aura of invisible blades that spread out and caused the grass and trees to move, and all sounds to cease.

  As if grasping something, Qitian urgently needs a battle, even if the big wild wolf in front of him is almost as powerful as Daogui.

  In his mind, various sword techniques flowed and transformed, the true meaning of Taiji Sword Dao turned into a pattern, verifying the void, allowing him to enlighten some things, although it was just the tip of an iceberg, he also caught a glimpse of its true face.

  The summit of a desolate mountain.

  The Taoist was pouring himself drink after drink, the wine gourd almost empty. His eyes were strange, leaning against a rock, half drunk and half awake, as if muttering to himself: "Lifting heavy as light, or did I misjudge the Taoist?" (New book rankings, seeking collection, seeking recommendation votes!)