Chapter 70 A Glimpse of Power

That single sentence was condescending enough, and the cultivators of Sakura Island were successfully provoked. Perhaps they weren't a match for him in a one-on-one fight, but if they didn't even dare to attack together now, there would be no point in them living in Kyoto anymore.

Several angry roars immediately erupted, and Ah Xuan felt a pain in his ears.

Some had already taken the lead.

Two martial artists, one on the left and one on the right, charged forward with their katanas. Behind them, a martial artist slowly drew a jumonji-yari (cross-shaped spear), its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Wei Yuan stood his ground, his right hand behind his back, purely using his left hand to face the enemy.

Using the divine power from the Mountain God Seal in place of mana, he wielded the supernatural powers he once understood in his heart but couldn't use, even more smoothly than he imagined. The two katanas slashed at extremely tricky angles, but it was as if they were slashing against mountain rock, immediately shattering.

A ninja appeared behind Wei Yuan.

In his hand, he held a short sword, aimed at Wei Yuan's heart.

But he stabbed empty air.

His pupils constricted, and the shadow of five fingers loomed before his eyes.

In a booming crash, Wei Yuan's left hand gripped the ninja's face, twisting him around. A gust of wind surged, knocking several people nearby to the ground, turning them into rolling gourds. Wei Yuan released the ninja, his steps steady and calm, moving forward step by step.

Ah Xuan stared blankly at this scene.

There were at least dozens of cultivators here who dared to take action.

But their positioning had already been decided, and at most only three to five cultivators could face Wei Yuan at the same time.

And these few people were never a match for Wei Yuan in the first place.

Especially now that Wei Yuan was mobilizing divine power.

Instead, it was as if they were constantly and voluntarily going up to be dealt with by Wei Yuan.

Several more cultivators were swept away by his sleeve, but those behind couldn't see the situation in front, and those in front couldn't retreat in time. A strongman was squeezed to the front, having lost much of his will to fight, and was about to retreat when he bumped into someone behind him, blocking his path.

A blur flashed before his eyes, and the Taoist with the wooden hairpin was already standing beside him.

The strongman roared and mustered all his strength in both fists.

He stomped on the ground, slamming his fists towards Wei Yuan from above and below.

His momentum was magnificent, heavily hitting Wei Yuan, but instead, his face twisted as if he had struck a mountain. The expression on the Taoist's face was calm and indifferent. He casually flipped his sleeve and swept it out, directly throwing the strongman, who weighed at least three to five hundred jin, away.

The airflow shifted, pulling the cultivators behind him.

Wei Yuan's left hand was concealed in his sleeve, forming a hand seal. Too lazy to shout anything, the trees and plants on the mountain shook violently, the rustling of leaves sounding like a downpour. The Taoist swept his sleeve, only to feel a hurricane-like storm swirling out, directly sweeping up more than a dozen people, throwing them heavily against the wall, dissipating the mana in their bodies.

Wei Yuan's gaze was unwavering, and he grabbed a jumonji-yari with his backhand.

He exerted a little force with his five fingers.

The spear completely turned to dust.

Among the seventy-two earthly fiend techniques was a method of swallowing knives, like breathing fire. It wasn't just about swallowing, but its original intention was to not fear blades even in the most delicate internal organs, and by extension, a method of resisting blade-related disasters with the physical body.

He casually gripped the spear shaft, and with just a shake, the cultivator's muscles and bones were numbed, and he collapsed to the ground.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Motegi Harunobu, who was two steps away.

He released his hand.

The spear fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"You said you wanted to fight me."

He held his hands in his Taoist robe sleeves, looking at Motegi Harunobu with a calm expression.

"I'll give you the chance."

"Make your move."

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The expression on Motegi Harunobu's face changed from green to red, and in the end, it seemed that even the strongest willpower couldn't endure the provocation of his son's killer in front of him. With an angry roar, the ring blade in his hand struck out at a speed and angle that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Buddhism - Depletion of outflows.

His heart was free from the forty-one types of afflictions described in Buddhist scriptures.

Cutting off all afflictions.

The blade was like a full moon, capable of cleaving mountains and rivers, and was about to tear Wei Yuan apart in an instant. Wei Yuan raised his hand, his five fingers clenched, and punched the side of the blade. On his palm, the Mountain God Seal flashed, and the blade was directly shattered. Motegi Harunobu's face turned red, and he spat out blood, staggering backward and falling to the ground.

Attaining the extinction of outflows.

His heart was free of impurities and afflictions, and his swordsmanship had no flaws.

Until he unleashed the ignorant blade.

But obviously, Motegi Harunobu didn't have this level of mastery.

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Motegi Harunobu seemed to know his fate, closed his eyes, and said, "Do it."

Wei Yuan looked at him calmly, finally lowered his eyes, and said faintly, "Forget it."

"My purpose in coming here today is not to kill."

Ah Xuan originally thought that Curator Wei would directly use ruthless methods again, but he didn't expect him to stop at the last moment. The little Taoist was surprised, but also truly relieved, feeling that today was much better than he had imagined. However, Motegi Harunobu's expression changed drastically.

He knew in his heart that there were hidden conflicts between himself and China. If the other party came to his door, they would definitely have murderous intentions towards him. But if the other party let him live, it would only mean that he would face a situation worse than death.

Motegi Harunobu gritted his teeth, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

He grabbed the broken half of his long sword and was about to slash it across his neck.

But he heard a gust of wind, and his hand shook, unable to hold the sword any longer.

The treasured sword passed down through generations in the temple was directly knocked away, falling to the ground.

Motegi Harunobu suddenly realized that his body was difficult to move. He knew that this wasn't a Taoist body-binding spell that directly sealed his spirit, cutting off the connection between his spirit and body. It was the acupoint sealing technique of the Central Earth martial arts, sealing the meridians and causing the body to lose control. This meant that the other party wanted him to live.

Motegi Harunobu's face turned pale.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and said in a calm tone, "Today, I, a poor Taoist, came to Dongying not to deliberately provoke trouble, but Motegi Yoshiyuki of the Motegi family secretly went to China some time ago, found my disciples of the Taiping Dao, wanting to seize my Central Plains Three Caves and Four Supplements Jade Book classics, and covet my China's spiritual veins."

"Therefore, I, a poor Taoist, have come here."

"One is to tell the head of the Motegi family to dispel this idea as soon as possible."

"The second is to express my Taiping Dao's view on this matter. You can go and inform the sects and schools behind you. I, a poor Taoist, know that the forces behind you have probably had some thoughts about my Taiping Dao. This is a good opportunity to notify them all at once."

He held his hands in his sleeves, looked around, paused, and then said:

"Or rather, be prepared to pay the price."

"This is the first time."

The crowd was puzzled, and Ah Xuan was at a loss, but there was an inexplicable sense of panic in his heart, a kind of heart-palpitating feeling. The Taoist in the gray robe gently closed his eyes, and at that moment, deep within his eyes, a pure golden color representing the divinity of the Classic of Mountains and Seas lit up.

He whispered in his heart.

Today.

The Taiping Department, which had been separated from the world for hundreds of years, reappeared in the world.

Heh... probably.

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Time returned to before, when Wei Yuan had just made his move. The Eight-Sided Han Sword, which had always been nurturing sword energy and sword intent, swept across the surroundings with its sword wind, then shot straight into the air. Dongying was an island nation, an island nation filled with earthquake zones, so there were especially many mountains.

It could even be said that the earth veins under these mountains were connected.

The Eight-Sided Han Sword tore through the wind in front of it with its sword energy.

Almost breaking the sound barrier, it flew towards its destination.

Orochi sat high on Mount Ibuki, frowning as he looked at the night sky. Today was the day he had agreed with that person, but he had prepared himself, but he had not seen the so-called fireworks. Instead, because today was the Bon Festival, there were fireworks displays everywhere, hurting his eyes.

He was beginning to suspect that he had been tricked.

Orochi felt a chilling coldness.

Even his scales seemed to want to stand on end.

He suddenly raised his head.

From his perspective, he saw a white streamer quickly pass across the sky. Looking more closely, it was a sword, an eight-sided Han sword with its sheath. Wind gathered on the sword, and then, following the trajectory of the scabbard, turned into wind lines. Because of the movement of the wind itself, the wind lines crisscrossed each other, like scales.

The sword went straight to Mount Fuji, the first famous mountain of Sakura Island.

Orochi's pupils contracted.

The long sword tore through the wind and clouds, and finally, wrapped in this vast sword energy, fell heavily. But the key was not this, but to allow Wei Yuan to grasp the flow of the earth veins and be able to influence this place from hundreds of kilometers away.

The simple Taoist's right foot finally stepped down gently.

The golden divinity in his eyes was exhausted in an instant.

Using the power of the Mountain God as a foundation, Wei Yuan's voice slowly fell in his heart.

Thirty-six Heavenly罡(gang) supernatural powers——

Shake mountains, shake the earth.

Using the authority of the Mountain God of the Age of Gods, he cast the top supernatural powers of the Chinese Taoist sect. Even so, Wei Yuan couldn't truly shake mountains and shake the earth. But unfortunately, this happened to be the most unstable place in the entire world's earth veins, and also unfortunately, the first famous mountain here was a living volcano.

Even more unfortunately, the straight-line distance from here to that mountain was only a hundred kilometers.

The earth veins were connected.

Orochi suddenly stood up.

Under the night, the sword tore through the wind and fell, and the sword energy escaped, was swept up by the wind, and turned into sword wind, stirring the clouds, like a huge iron cone, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, or like the weapon of the Thunder God Lei Zhenzi, with a sword cry like thunder, heavily landed on the main peak of Mount Fuji.

Then came an earthquake that was not violent, but covered a very large area.

The earthquake caused many people to subconsciously hide in open spaces, falling into a state of panic.

Kamo Seimei, who was descending the mountain, suddenly realized that something was wrong, subconsciously turned his head, and then his pupils suddenly contracted. His body swayed, almost falling to the ground. The night had already changed to a flame-like color. The fiery mountain god, who had been sleeping for more than three hundred years, was resurrected. After several charging-like vibrations, violent flames and high temperatures spewed out, and then surged downwards.

The intense high temperature, accompanied by the ejected lava rocks, as well as a mild but widespread earthquake, the sound like thunder, caused violent vibrations. Kamo Seimei's face was pale.

But he barely comforted himself, saying that there were five lakes surrounding Mount Fuji, which would basically not cause huge disasters. At this time, he suddenly heard a sword cry, and a white light flew out from the rolling flames and lava, its sword energy crisscrossing.

The original wind instantly reversed, the talismans on it densely packed, precisely the heavenly 罡 (gang) supernatural power, Return Wind Reverse Fire. The lava flames were absorbed by the wind, and then stirred by the sword wind, like a huge sword, heavily surging upwards.

Some of the lava cooled and shattered, and was crushed by the sword energy, turning into volcanic ash.

Only the sword energy was like wind, wrapped in extremely thick and intense flames, heavily penetrating into the thick clouds in the sky. The clouds were stimulated by the flames, bursting out countless purple and blue lightning bolts, striking into the lava, but instead making the cooled flames even more intense.

The wind was endless, the clouds turned into rain, and were swept into the flames and lightning.

Making the battle between the violent lightning and the surging flames even more violent and frightening.

Orochi was speechless for a long time.

Wei Yuan slowly raised his eyes, feeling extremely tired. His eyes slightly lowered, his back to the frightening scene, in a dead silence, he said indifferently:

"Considering it's the first offense, let this be a small punishment."

"In the future, do not commit it again."

ps: Today's second update... 3,400 words, thank you to the lazy bookworm for the ten thousand reward.