At this time, the Jiaoslayer left its sheath. This saber, having been enhanced three times, was powerful enough to shatter even the demonic manifestation of Lady Qingyi. It could sever spirit projections and destroy primordial spirits, and its murderous intent surged into the heavens. Li Yanchu poured his inner force as well as blood and qi directly into the saber and struck down fiercely. Even before the saber’s saber light appeared, a wave of formless pressure blasted out, forcing everyone nearby to retreat with blood and energy churning. Then, a brilliant arc of saber qi took form and cut down all the vengeful spirits and ghosts in its path. He used one strike to cut through the line between life and death! At this time, Hong Baiwei sensed an immense threat. The violet-gold crown atop his head erupted with radiant light, enveloping him completely. Even so, he was still blasted into the rocky cliff by the savage saber qi. "Talismanic armor!? He's actually wearing the Daoist talismanic armor!?" Shock flickered in Hong Baiwei’s eyes as he emerged from the cracked stone, the light of his violet-gold crown now much dimmer. He recognized the talismanic armor, a powerful artifact forged by an Earth Immortal. It had great renown among Daoist disciples. Li Yanchu wielded the Jiaoslayer like a hurricane of destruction, its saber light sweeping across the battlefield. It eradicated these ghosts and vengeful spirits with incredible speed. In just moments, he had already amassed 3,500 merit points! They’re basically lining up to deliver merit to me... Li Yanchu, bolstered by the pure yang aura of the talismanic armor and the divine might of the saber, killed so many ghosts that they couldn’t resist him at all. This display of overwhelming divine might left all witnesses trembling with fear. The middle-aged man who had fled from Li Yanchu earlier was now utterly terrified. “So I didn’t survive because I ran fast... It’s because he wasn’t even using his full strength back then!” He was beginning to regret ever siding with the young Daoist Master. Just then, Hong Baiwei’s gaze sharpened, and his heart burned with fury. Since the day he first stepped into the cultivation world, he had never suffered such humiliation. Even the Hundred Ghost Pouch, paired with the Spirit Commanding Art, couldn’t subdue this young Daoist. Li Yanchu, like a ferocious tiger, pressed forward once more. He gained another thousand merit points in a flash! At this time, Hong Baiwei withdrew his Spirit Commanding Art, preparing to reclaim the Hundred Ghost Pouch. The bronze bell was damaged, and the white jade belt was damaged. There was no point in sacrificing another rare artifact like the Hundred Ghost Pouch. But just as he was about to retrieve it, he saw Li Yanchu stretch out a hand, and the pouch was suddenly yanked by an invisible force. Divine Astral Hands! Crane Control Hand and Dragonbind Hand! Hong Baiwei frowned, light flaring from his hand as he forcibly snatched the pouch back, severed it from the opposing qi force, and drew it toward himself. "Trying to run?" Li Yanchu clearly had no intention of letting it go. This wasn’t some tool for commanding spirits; this was walking merit itself! “Break!” Li Yanchu channeled the entirety of his remaining energy into the Jiaoslayer and brought it crashing down. This time, of the ten parts of his inner strength, only one remained. Attacking under such perilous conditions, with powerful enemies all around, was undeniably a gamble. But, the result spoke for itself. This Hundred Ghost Pouch, forged by some unknown Daoist master, was utterly destroyed by a single slash. In total, the pouch had netted Li Yanchu 8,500 points of merit! Hatred surged in Hong Baiwei’s eyes. It wasn’t just the destruction of a precious artifact, he could live with that. It was the fact that this act had been a blatant public slap to the face. No, from the very moment they’d met, this young Daoist’s every word and action had been repeatedly humiliating him. Hong Baiwei was seething with fury! He reached into his robes and pulled out an ancient bronze mirror, its back engraved with mountains, rivers, and landscapes, clearly of immense age. It was even capable of burning away one's soul. He was ready to obliterate the body and soul of this unknown young Daoist! Only someone like the young Daoist Master of Mount Mao could wield so many precious artifacts with such ease. To the onlookers, this was already a familiar sight. But, this particular bronze mirror was not a Mount Mao artifact. It was a divine relic from this very Blissful Land, Mount Jinting. Its power was tremendous! Hong Baiwei held the bronze mirror high and aimed its reflective side directly at Li Yanchu. At this moment, Li Yanchu was no longer able to maintain the talismanic armor, and had returned to wearing his ordinary Daoist robes. Anyone could tell that he was no longer in peak condition. At this moment, Hong Baiwei made his move; it was the perfect timing! However, what made Hong Baiwei slightly stirred was that Li Yanchu also pulled out a mirror from his robes. It was an Eight Trigrams Mirror, A Daoist magical artifact! The night was deep and dark, especially in the ruins of Mount Jinting, where countless terrifying presences lurked in the shadows. Yet, two young Daoist cultivators, with nearly identical movements, each drew out an ancient mirror artifact. One was domineering and cold, yet carried the aura of a banished immortal. The other was elegant and handsome, his brilliance impossible to hide. Two divine lights clashed in midair, releasing a deafening roar. They were dazzling beyond comparison! Everyone around felt their very souls tremble, and their heads splitting with pain. This was an extremely dangerous battle of primordial spirit and magical artifacts. The ancient bronze mirror in Hong Baiwei’s hand shattered on the spot. This magical artifact, imbued with divine power and refined over a thousand years, still couldn't stand against the Eight Trigrams Mirror in Li Yanchu’s hand. That was an artifact on par with a thrice-enhanced Five-Lightning Talisman, and its power was immense. Hong Baiwei's expression turned grim; he hadn't expected to be suppressed yet again. Meanwhile, the Mount Mao disciples looked on in utter shock. "Who in the world is this guy?" "How can someone so young overpower our young Daoist Master Lord Hong Baiwei!?" "Could he be a disciple of Mount Longhu!?" They had never seen any young cultivator who could force Hong Baiwei into such a corner. Hong Baiwei’s face grew even colder. Having had three magical artifacts destroyed in a row by Li Yanchu, his rage was boiling over. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NovelHub(.)net His figure floated back, and from a heavy wooden chest, he retrieved a large bow. Its design was ancient and imposing, and it was roughly one and a half zhang long, with a faint brilliance flowing across its surface. Hong Baiwei’s expression turned solemn. The moment he held the divine bow, his entire aura shifted. It was a fierce and unyielding presence, as if the will of ancient human kings, who fought against heaven and earth, had been reignited within him. Even Li Yanchu could sense the threat emanating from this divine bow. Murderous intent filled Hong Baiwei’s eyes. He raised the bowstring, not with an arrow in hand, but preparing to draw it bare. An overwhelming aura erupted and exploded outward in all directions! “He’s actually driven our young Daoist Master Lord into a corner?!” an elder disciple of Mount Mao murmured in disbelief. He recognized the bow, and he knew what it meant once it was drawn! ROAR! A furious roar echoed from the distant sacred mountain. The ground trembled, mountains shook, as if some ancient terror was awakening, struggling to break free and charge out. Demonic flames soared to the heavens, and a bizarre, forbidden aura that had no place in this world began to manifest. It was a Great Demon! Even from such a distance, everyone could feel the malevolent pressure. Those with weaker cultivation felt their legs tremble uncontrollably. What kind of terrifying existence was this?! “A great demon still roams unpurged. This Blissful Land is perilous beyond comparison. Fellow Daoist Hong, why waste your strength over a momentary contest?” Everyone turned toward the voice. They saw a tall, powerfully built young monk approaching. He was masculine and vigorous; his muscles exuded explosive strength, and though he spoke from dozens of zhang away, in the blink of an eye, he was already before them. It appeared to be some sort of Buddhist supernatural footwork, like the legendary “Divine Foot Arts.” Hong Baiwei turned his head, his eyes darkening slightly. “Master Jiekong... You haven’t crossed the Tongtian River yet? You came to Mount Jinting?” It was clear the two of them knew each other. Everyone around was shaken. That was Master Jiekong from Great Xiangguo Temple, after all. He was the Buddha’s Son! The young monk who, within this Blissful Land, had found a Vermilion Fruit and greatly increased his cultivation.