Dragon Flight · Yīn Hún Jiàn

  At the guest seat, Kunlun Sect's Zhi Fei Zen Master took the lead, followed by his three junior fellow apprentices, Zhong Xiansheng, Tianchi Shangren and You Longzi Wei Shaoshi. Next were Wudang Sect's Linglingzi, Laoshan Sect's Wu Li and Si Taixu, Maoshan Sect's Liu Bu Xuan and Liu Bu Xu, Huashan Sect's Zhitong invited to assist in the formation of San Yan Shen Jun Shen Tong, Feng Niang Zi Zhao Jinzhen and Yu Gan Zhenren Jin Shenzi. Below them were the Pure Yang Sect's Ming Yi Zi, Ke Yi Zi, Ling Xuzi and Shui Yunzi Su Xianxiang. The four friends from Wudang were half a generation younger than everyone else, and Yue Qing also arranged for them to sit at the end.

  Everyone took their seats, and Yue Qing said: "The time has arrived, but Master Mohe Zun and several fellow disciples have not yet arrived. They may be delayed by something or unwilling to get involved with us again, truly retreating from the world. We won't wait for them any longer. After our benevolent master passed away, the Wutai Sect split into four or five factions. Fellow disciples scattered in all directions, each seeking a place to survive. Some were intimidated by the Emei Sect's Three Sages and Two Elders, not daring to harbor even a hint of revenge, fleeing far away to secretly cultivate in hiding. Others endured humiliation and hardship, hiding their light and accumulating strength in secret, preparing for a third duel with the Emei Sect, both to avenge our master and wipe out past shame. Some sought alliances everywhere, opposing the Emei Sect with difficulty, but not choosing their methods..."

  Long Fei shouted again from below: "What's the point of saying all this nonsense? Quickly hand over the Taiyi Five Smokes and the Taoist scriptures! Let's have a good discussion, where the treasure belongs, which family the book falls to is the real thing!"

  As soon as he said this, Qian Xiao, Tan Gan, Bai Xiao, Zhi Tong and others all followed suit, cheering and urging him on.

  Yue Qing nodded and said, "Brother Long is right." With a flick of his wrist, a jade box appeared in the palm of his hand, its surface wrapped in a layer of colorful mist.

  Inside the Temple of Seven Stars, everyone suddenly fell silent, staring at it intently. Among them were those with greedy eyes, and Zhi Tong was one of the most eager: "This Taiyi Five Smoke Gauze is our mountain's treasure, in the past it was always carried by Master. Wherever this treasure appears, Master will be there too. It has become a symbol of our Wutai Sect's leader. If I may say so, it should be handed over to the leader of Wutai Sect."

  "Not bad!" Unexpectedly, Yue Qing nodded in agreement, "This Taibai Wuyi should be handed over to the leader of our Wutai Sect. However, since there is no leader now, let's put it aside for the time being." Before anyone could respond, he held up the Daoist scripture and said, "This is the lower volume of our sect's Hunyuan Xianjing, which records the experiences and insights accumulated by our master over hundreds of years. It contains 2,200 alchemy methods and 5,300 treasure-refining techniques! This is the supreme treasure of our Wutai Sect! I think there are three types of people who cannot learn from this book. Apart from these three types of people, anyone can freely read it." His gaze swept from Fayuan at the head to Zhitong at the end, "The first type: those who are not disciples of my Wutai Sect cannot learn from this book."

  Long Fei's face turned dark as soon as he heard this: "Yue, what do you mean?"

  Yue Qing retorted, "My point is that this book can only be studied by fellow disciples of the Five Peaks Sect. Otherwise, anyone from the street could come and study it, even people from other sects like Emei, Qingcheng, Xuanyin, or Bai Gu Men would come to study the secret scriptures of the Five Peaks Sect. That's just not right!"

  "You..." Long Fei's face turned iron-green with rage, but he couldn't think of a way to refute Yue Qing's words.

  That fatty, Bai Xia, knew that Long Fei had refined the Nine Sons Mother Yin Soul Sword and made up his mind to hug his thigh: "Although Dragon Brother has entered the White Bone Gate, he is still a disciple of Master. How can he not learn from Master's left-behind Taoist scriptures? Moreover, when Master passed away, he had transmitted the refining method of our sect's Ten Great Mountain-Conquering Divine Swords to you ten great disciples. However, each and every one of you did not live up to expectations, and until now, only Dragon Brother has refined his sword! In my opinion, the leader of the Five Peaks Sect should be Dragon Brother. In the future, he will lead us in the third sword-fighting competition against Emei Sect, and we will surely emerge victorious!"

  Yue Qingdao said, "The Jiuzi Mu Yinhun Sword is the most precious treasure of our Wutai Sect, a secret that has never been passed down. How did it get leaked to the Baigu Men? I haven't even investigated this serious crime yet, and you're actually taking it out to show off to him! Are you also thinking of betraying your master and joining his sect?"

  Tan Gan wanted to argue a few more sentences, but when he saw him looking over, his gaze was full of infinite majesty, and for a moment he was intimidated by his aura, unable to continue muttering.

  Long Fei looked around, and since no one spoke up for him, he assumed everyone agreed with Yue Qing's rule that "outsiders cannot learn the Taoist scriptures". He thought to himself that it was impossible for him to participate in the practice of the wonderful method today. He steeled his heart and decided to cause a big commotion, stir up trouble, and try to snatch the heavenly book in the chaos. Even if he couldn't get it, he wouldn't let Yue Qing make this gathering of fellow disciples a success.

  Long Fei kicked the chair into pieces and shouted, "What are you? You dare to speak to me like that? Our master's things, how can you distribute them?" He raised his hand, and a thick black smoke flew out of his sleeve. In the smoke, a white bony claw as big as a millstone appeared, grabbing towards Yue Qing. The gesture seemed to be about to crush him and the table in front of him together. This bony claw was a secret technique passed down by the White Bone Gate, capable of forcibly seizing an enemy's flying sword. If the quality was slightly inferior, it would immediately crush it into two segments.

  However, the most terrifying thing is not the white bone claw, but the dozens of emerald green flames that erupt from under the bone claw, accompanied by a sharp and shrill wailing sound of yin souls. Hidden within are the Thirteen Yin Soul Swords! This sword ranks fourth among the Five Great Demon Swords of the Wutai Sect, even surpassing the Divine Infant Sword that Yue Qing repeatedly failed to refine. When an enemy encounters it, they don't even need to be struck by the flying sword - just the wailing sound of the yin souls is enough to make one's soul dizzy and confused. And when the black energy erupts, it makes one even more disoriented. Even if one manages to escape with their life, they will still fall gravely ill. If one is cut by the sword's edge, no matter how lightly, as soon as blood is drawn, there is only one path left: to be reborn and start anew!

  Long Fei had always been a stubborn and unyielding person, among the Wudang Sect, apart from his master and eldest brother, he didn't take orders from anyone. He hated that Yue Qing had embarrassed him in public, and also had close dealings with his enemy, Shui Yunzi, so as soon as they met, he went all out to attack. If Yue Qing were to counterattack with his Ghost Claw, he would be cut into pieces by the Nine Child Mother's Yin Soul Sword. If he were to resist Long Fei's flying sword, he would be caught by the Ghost Claw. At worst, he could still hide in the Heavenly Book.

  Everyone in the great hall saw black smoke billowing and green flames raging, for a time everyone's face was scorched hot, but their hearts were cold and eerie, their body hair stood on end, those who were close by couldn't help but shiver violently, their upper and lower teeth chattering loudly.

  "Be careful, Master Yue!" Liu Bu Xiu was the first to stand up, taking out the treasured Five Old Sages' Seal that he was about to strike with, but his brother Liu Bu Xiu stretched out a hand to grab it back.

  At the same time, Fa Yuan, Liu Quan, Wu Li, Si Tai Xu, Ke Yi Zi, Ling Xuzi, and the four friends of Wudang launched their flying swords, about to chop Long Fei into pieces.

  All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and Long Fei didn't expect so many people to attack him. The sword lights were chaotic, and he couldn't dodge in time. In a hurry, he was about to use his "Separate Body" technique, using a severed finger as a substitute for himself to take the hit. His mind stirred, and his left little finger automatically fell off, with blood energy surging out, wrapping around him, and flying into the air, just about to retreat outside the hall. But unexpectedly, after flying up ten or so steps, he crashed head-on into a thin layer of five-colored misty haze. He was shocked: "Taiyi Five Smoke Net!" No matter how many directions he changed, he couldn't break through, and his heart grew colder with fear.

  Everyone's flying sword was blocked by the colored smoke and couldn't fall, everyone looked again at Yue Qing making a wisp of smoke that had already wrapped Dragonfly entirely inside, not only himself, but also the white bone ghost claw and the thirteen mother yin soul swords were wrapped inside. The sword was extremely spiritual, like a trapped fish, flying and stabbing randomly in all directions, but it couldn't break through the obstacle.

  Everyone saw that Yue Qing had subdued Long Fei in the blink of an eye, without even a wisp of black smoke or a spark of green fire escaping. Only then did they realize he was fully prepared and capable of handling the situation, and they all breathed a sigh of relief as they recalled their flying swords.

  "Thank you all for your help, but it's not necessary to use your hands to deal with this traitorous disciple. Everyone can rest assured and drink tea." Yue Qing retracted the Taiyi Five Smoke Net, which seemed like a huge pocket, gradually shrinking smaller. "Long Fei, you dare to use the Jiuzi Mu Yinhun Sword to kill me in the Seven Star Hall? It's truly 'a hundred benefits before one's eyes, but hands and feet can be cut off'. You're really not worthy of being a disciple of your master!"

  Long Fei used the Nine Sons Mother Yin Soul Sword to randomly stab and chop in all directions, but could only create ripples on the Tai Yi Five Smoke Net. He then displayed other magical techniques, but they were all ineffective. Seeing the surrounding space shrinking smaller and smaller, Yue Qing's expression turned stern, with a hint of wanting to clean house. Long Fei's heart was filled with fear, and he said in a stern yet cowardly tone: "You dare kill me? The White Bone Gate will make sure you can never be reborn!"