socalfunplaces Chapter 20 Master Duan De bows his head.
Chapter 20 Master Duan De bows his head.
"What? They want us to offer 90% of what we've gained from the imperial tombs?"
Pang Bo was the first to explode.
He slammed the bronze plaque on his back to the ground, straightened his back ramrod, and pointed at the white-clad youth's nose, cursing:
"So what if you're a powerful force! I risked my life in the Emperor's Tomb, and you just want to take it away with a few words? Keep dreaming!"
The young man in white didn't look at him.
The Four Extremes Mystic Realm cultivators' view of the Divine Bridge Realm is no different from a person's view of an ant.
He didn't even bother to kill him; he simply tilted his head.
A white-robed disciple stepped forward from behind, releasing his aura as a third-level Dao Palace cultivator, which immediately made Pang Bo's knees buckle.
"Kneel down and speak."
Pang Bo's face turned bright red, and he gritted his teeth, stubbornly refusing to kneel.
Ye Fan caught him.
The golden holy body circulated slightly, offsetting some of the pressure.
The young man in white glanced at Ye Fan and Pang Bo, finally fixing his gaze on the ring knife at Li Xian's waist.
"Don't want to pay? That's fine too."
"Let me think about it. The rules for encountering rogue cultivators are: grind bones into powder to refine medicine, and feed flesh and blood to spirit beasts."
He paused, his voice light and airy.
Be careful in your next life.
The Lingxu Sect Leader glanced at the white-robed youth, swallowed hard, and knew his bottom line was more flexible than a rubber band.
"We'll hand it over, we'll hand it over." He forced a smile. "Holy Land cultivators, please calm down. We're all on the same side, we can talk this over..."
Weiwei's gaze fell on Li Xian.
Li Xian didn't move.
Lying in the Sea of Bitterness are the golden pages of the Daoist scriptures, dozens of jars of spiritual liquid from the Immortal Transformation Pool, several spiritual weapons, and incomplete elixirs of immortality.
Once these things are exposed and the sea of suffering is revealed, it's not just a matter of handing over 90% of them—it's a matter of silencing them.
The seven people opposite were led by the Four Extremes Secret Realm, and the other six were Dao Palaces at or above the first level.
A direct confrontation?
With the full force of the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes Annihilation Form, combined with Weiwei's divine injury and Ye Fan's sacred body, they could grind down all the Dao Palace Realm cultivators to death.
For example, the person in front of us.
The Four Extremes First Heaven: His left arm is connected to the essence of heaven and earth, greatly enhancing his physical strength. He has a preliminary grasp of spatial power, enabling him to teleport short distances and tear spatial rifts.
Between the Four Extremes and the Sea of Wheels.
It's separated by an entire large secret realm.
That's a gap that skill can't bridge—unless a young supreme being with the power of the Eight Forbidden Realms steps in to turn the tide.
Advancing means death, retreating means death.
A standard unsolvable situation.
Li Xian was helpless.
The development period is too short.
"Old Immortal, what do you mean?"
Ye Fan transmitted his voice, saying that he had just received the green copper block and hadn't even had a chance to enjoy it yet, so he didn't want to hand it over just like that.
Li Xian took a deep breath, deciding to go all out and rely on the protagonist's halo to break the deadlock.
I should survive, given my fate.
But a quick glance out of the corner of my eye—
The edge of the primitive ruins.
Behind a crooked, withered tree.
The dog cautiously peeked out, revealing half of its round, plump body.
"A fat man, wearing a Taoist robe, clutching a Luoyang shovel..."
Li Xian's pupils contracted slightly.
Duan De.
The ultimate tomb raider.
In the original work, he's a cunning old man who schemes and steals from all over the world.
On the surface, he appears to be a Tang dynasty figure, but his true combat strength is unfathomable. His physical toughness is monstrous; he is indestructible, resistant to explosions, and can run faster than a rabbit.
More importantly—this person is greedy for money.
A "ding" sounded in Li Xian's mind, as if the system had popped up a task notification.
Transfer of hatred.
Shifting the blame eastward.
Classic strategy.
"Master Duan De!"
Li Xian suddenly turned around and shouted loudly towards the ruins, her voice so enthusiastic it gave people goosebumps.
"We parted at the grave after thirty thousand years, and now we meet again. It is truly a destiny spanning three lifetimes!"
The fat shadow behind the tree froze.
All eyes turned to the withered tree.
There was a three-breath silence.
A chubby Taoist priest with a ruddy complexion emerged from behind a withered tree, his round face beaming with a smile that resembled a chrysanthemum.
He was wearing a gray Taoist robe, faded from washing, with a chipped bowl and a bulging Qiankun bag hanging from his waist.
The Luoyang shovel in his hand had disappeared at some point, replaced by a whisk, making him look like a hermit.
"Oh dear, young friend, you have sharp eyes!" Duan De smiled kindly, flicked his whisk, and said, "This humble Taoist has been traveling around and saw this place radiating a precious light that shines into the sky. I have come to investigate whether there are any evil spirits causing trouble here."
His eyes darted around, scanning everyone present.
Their gaze lingered on the young man in white the longest before quickly shifting away.
—The Four Extreme Realms are not to be trifled with. I'm outta here.
The fat Taoist priest had already quietly moved backward.
Li Xian didn't give him a chance to escape.
"Please wait, Taoist priest!"
Li Xian caught up with it in three quick steps, and took out a fist-sized crimson pearl from the Sea of Bitterness—a spirit pearl crafted by the Crimson Jade King, its spiritual light shimmering and its condition impeccable.
"Master, your eyes are so discerning, please examine this bead for me. Is it a demon in disguise?"
Duan De's steps were rooted to the spot.
His eyes were fixed on the red jade bead, his pupils dilated, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
"hiss--"
The fat Taoist priest gasped, reached out and took the pearl, examining it three times over.
The 'kind' smile on his face grew wider, while his voice became increasingly serious.
"Not good, not good!" Duan De exclaimed gravely, tucking the pearl into his robes and patting his chest. "This pearl is shrouded in demonic energy and extremely malevolent! Young friend, your cultivation is still too shallow to subdue it. I'll take it for you; consider it a favor I owe you, and I'll repay you handsomely in the future!"
Once the bead was inside, it was harder to get it out than if it were in a coffin.
Li Xian didn't feel sorry for him at all.
He then took out a purple jade thumb ring from the Sea of Bitterness. It was radiant with light and the Dao principles were faintly visible. It was also from the Nine Heavens Sacred Jade series.
"What about this one?"
Duan De took it, his expression becoming even more serious:
"A very bad omen! I'll take it."
Then he took out a blue jade pendant.
"Is there a problem with this too?"
Duan De didn't even look at it carefully.
He simply grabbed it and stuffed it into his magic bag.
"They're all problematic. Young friend, trust me, keeping these weapons around will surely bring you misfortune."
Li Xian clasped his hands together, his face full of piety:
"I've handed all the weapons over to the Taoist priest, hoping the evil will be dispelled and good fortune will come."
Duan De was almost moved to tears—in his three million years in the business, this was the first time he had encountered such a sensible sucker.
The young man in white couldn't stand it anymore.
He gave away three treasures in person to a wandering Taoist priest of unknown origin.
This farcical transfer?
This is clearly a transfer of assets.
"Interesting." The young man in white spoke, his gaze sweeping over Duan De's bulging Qiankun bag. "Fatty, put the things down."
Duan De's expression changed, and his smile faded slightly.
"this……"
"This is a matter for the Holy Land of Yao Guang." The white-robed youth uttered six words calmly. "All treasures obtained within a million miles of the Emperor's Tomb will be subject to unified allocation by the Holy Land. The ones you collected are included as well."
Duan De's smile froze completely.
"I am a wandering Taoist priest, and have nothing to do with the Emperor's Tomb—"
"Three breaths." The young man in white held up three fingers. "Put it down, or die."
Without saying a word, Duan De turned and ran.
He ran with extreme decisiveness, his Taoist robe fluttering, his plump body incredibly agile, instantly leaping more than ten zhang away.
"stop."
The young man in white extended his right hand.
A layer of yellowish-brown turbidity appeared in my palm.
Yellow mud hands.
The ultimate killing technique of the Yao Guang Holy Land can turn the body of anyone struck into a pulp. Only the core disciples can cultivate it.
The yellowish-brown, turbid air transformed into a giant hand, spanning dozens of feet, and slammed down on Duan De's back.
"boom!"
Duan De was so struck that he stumbled, fell to the ground, and rolled three times.
The back of the Taoist robe was festering like mud, but the body was perfectly fine.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
Duan De howled as he got up, his expression seemingly genuine, indicating he was in real pain.
The young man in white's eyes changed.
The power of the Yellow Mud Hand to turn mud was so great that even a peak-level cultivator of the Four Extremes couldn't withstand a single move, but this fat man's physical body managed to withstand it.
"You've got some skills." His tone turned cold. "Surround him."
The six white-robed disciples attacked simultaneously.
With the activation of the basic Holy Light spell, six white rays intertwined and connected in the void, and layers of golden light walls fell, trapping Duan De within a radius of three zhang.
Holy Light Killing Array.
The light barrier slowly contracted, and with each inch it shrank, the holy light inside intensified.
Duan De screamed in pain from the burns, dodging left and right, holding the broken bowl above his head to block the light, and cursing under his breath.
"You people of Yaoguang are acting like bandits! I'll remember you!"
He screamed terribly, but Li Xian saw it clearly—
Duan De's body remained unharmed despite being burned by the holy light; even his clothes did not actually catch fire.
Calling.
It's just shouting.
But being trapped is real.
"Young friend!" Duan De shouted to Li Xian through the golden light barrier, "Help! My treasures—"
He gritted his teeth, his face contorted with pain.
"This humble Taoist priest is willing to offer three hundred catties of elixir as a reward!"
Li Xian squatted on the ground, plucked a blade of grass, and put it in his mouth.
"I didn't hear it."
"Five hundred jin!"
Li Xian looked down at her fingernails.
"One thousand! Plus, I'll return those spirit weapons to you!"
Duan Dezhen panicked and poured out a pile of source stones and magical artifacts from his Qiankun bag, piling them up at the edge of the light barrier.
Li Xian stood up, patted his pants, and glanced back at Weiwei.
Vivi understood immediately.
"Enough." Li Xian said calmly, transmitting his voice to the Lingxu Sect Leader, "Sect Leader, make your move."
The leader of Lingxu Sect was stunned for a moment:
"But the other party is at the fourth level..."
"He attacked Daoist Duan De, his attention was diverted, and the Yellow Mud Hand is a Saint Lord-level secret technique, its divine power consumption is astonishing. The six disciples who were forming the formation are scattered." Li Xian quickly transmitted his voice, "Weiwei, attack his sea of consciousness, you suppress him with the copper furnace, Ye Zi and Lao Pang, eliminate those six. I'll finish them off."
He spoke of it casually.
It's like arranging a division of labor in a game.
The sect leader of Lingxu took a deep breath and activated the purple bronze furnace.
There's no turning back now.
"Let's do it!"
Weiwei and the leader of Lingxu Sect suddenly attacked at the same time.
With his divine eyes fully open, the white-robed youth had a hidden injury on his left shoulder. He used the Yellow Mud Hand extensively, and his meridians were currently fatigued.
"The Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes - Divine Wound!"
A silvery glint, like an arrow, pierced straight into the center of his brow.
The white-robed youth's expression changed, and he formed a hand seal to block, unleashing a burst of holy light, but was interrupted by Weiwei.
The leader of Lingxu unleashed his purple bronze furnace—purple flames poured down, burning his body with fire marks.
The young man in white groaned repeatedly, staggered backward, his primordial spirit trembled violently, and he was in unbearable pain.
At the same moment.
Ye Fan transformed into a golden ray and crashed into the formation, unleashing his full Holy Body. With a single punch, he shattered the Holy Light Barrier of the nearest white-robed disciple.
Pang Bo followed closely behind, unleashing twelve green wooden swords simultaneously, his first move, the Annihilation Form, unleashing a net of blue and silver swords.
Formation broken—
Duan De burst out from the formation, cursing, "This humble Taoist is here too," and smashed a broken bowl at the back of a white-robed disciple's head.
The man didn't even have time to groan before he fell asleep.
The battle lasted less than twenty breaths.
All six disciples in white robes were killed.
Duan De delivered a few more blows and looted all the remaining treasures with fluid, effortless movements.
The white-robed youth was pinned to the spot by the purple bronze furnace, his primordial spirit was continuously torn apart by the Divine Wound Slash, and he was also smashed several times by Duan De's broken bowl, causing the holy light around his body to gradually dim.
His face was filled with disbelief; his previous vows, so firm and certain, now seemed like a cruel joke.
Li Xian stepped forward, holding a ring knife in his hand.
"What did you say again?" He tilted his head, recalling for a moment, "Bone powder for medicine, flesh and blood for feeding spirit beasts?"
The young man in white moved his lips and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Yaoguang...we won't let her go..."
The dagger fell.
The head rolled three feet out.
Li Xian shook the blood off his knife and squatted down to search for the white-robed youth, Ku Hai.
In just a few breaths, the area was thoroughly searched, leaving little loot. What is commendable is a secret technique at the level of the Holy Lord of Yao Guang.
When standing up.
Duan De had already approached with a smile.
"Young friend, your skills are impressive! I admire you." The fat Taoist bowed, his eyes constantly glancing at the dagger at Li Xian's waist. "Can't we be considered friends who've risked their lives for each other?"
"Calculate."
Li Xian sheathed his ring knife without expression.
This Taoist priest is ruthless and cunning, and knows exactly how to use underhanded tactics.
Duan De collected the source and spirit weapons that had been thrown out earlier, and with the six people looting the loot boxes, he was overjoyed, having gotten something for free and even gained something in return.
Pang Bo was somewhat indignant, but Ye Fan, Weiwei, and the others were wary of the fat man and didn't ask for anything.
"Let's go." Li Xian called out, then looked at Duan De meaningfully, "Daoist Master, until we meet again."
He remembered that the Qishi Mansion in Zhongzhou once had the opportunity to rob this fat man, but his methods would not be as ruthless as Ye Fan's in the original story.
Pulling down your underwear is nothing; seizing the imperial weapon is what makes a hero.
"Consider the source and the weapon as interest. Daoist, good and evil are rewarded accordingly..."