A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch

Chapter 214 162: Vigorous Vitality, Daoist Skill Shattered (Part 2)

Therefore, for experienced cultivators, the first lesson learned is often the way of self-protection, ensuring not to let formidable foes get close and damage the body.

The tall Daoist certainly understood this principle. Seeing the old dog rushing straight at him, he immediately maneuvered the peachwood sword to hover above his head, spinning swiftly, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

He spent seven to eight years mastering this sword control skill, practicing diligently every day, familiarizing himself with the hand techniques of the Walking Spell, changing moves.

It could be said that the peachwood sword, which took him so long to forge, was an extension of his own body, as easily wielded as an arm or finger, flowing smoothly in every aspect.

"Slash!"

When the old dog was within ten steps, the tall Daoist's gaze became sharp, he urged the boiling inner breath surging through his entire body, and the sword light suddenly soared, as if stretching into a long chopping blade, piercing straight toward the throat's vital spot!

"Heh heh..."

The old dog's eyes flickered, revealing a cunning look of triumphant trickery. It opened its blood-red maw and decisively spat out an Inner Pill the size of an infant's fist, flashing like a spark of electricity, knocking the peachwood sword off course,

a claw flickered, about to tear apart the tall Daoist's head!

"Roll back!"

Just as the old dog was about to succeed, a tall figure stepped across the gate in perfect timing, his robe corners fluttering.

He held a bow in his hand, his eyes as cold as lightning, appearing by the tall Daoist's side, spreading his five fingers and striking downwards.

Bang!

Surging qi and blood enveloped the muscles, bones, and skin, powerful force penetrated through the limbs and bones, as if holding a vast cauldron over ten thousand pounds in the palm, suddenly smashing on the dog's head.

The formidable beast comparable to the Second Training Great Success spun like a top being struck, whirling a few rounds, rolling like a gourd, crashing onto the hard stone steps.

"Where did such a practitioner come from?"

The old dog was struck, seeing stars, the buzzing in its head sounded like a million bees flapping their wings, the world seemed to spin, unable to distinguish north from south, east from west.

"It didn't die from that? The physique of the monster is indeed extraordinary."

Bai Qi clicked his tongue, standing tall, thinking that for someone like Yang Meng's flesh body, the head would have been smashed to pieces and wouldn't come out unscathed.

He had been watching from the outside for a while, initially intending to scout out how many monsters were hiding in Dayu Town, unexpectedly witnessing two Daoists, one tall and one short, intervene to exterminate demons, providing a rather splendid show of Daoist techniques.

"For this journey, witnessing authentic Taoist talismanic magic wasn't in vain."

Bai Qi quickly assessed the battlefield and concluded that with his Second Bone Training Barrier and the combat strength from changing blood six times, he could probably defeat the dog demon, the Profound Armor Divine General, or the two Daoists, only differing in the severity of injuries.

"Thank you for your assistance!"

The tall Daoist, having had a brush with death at the Ghost Gate Barrier, stood up, covered in cold sweat, grabbing the peachwood sword, and bowed to Bai Qi.

The monster spewing its Inner Pill significantly damaged its cultivation, and he hadn't expected this old dog to be so decisive, almost costing him his life with a moment's hesitation.

"My last name is Bai, first name Qi, from Black River County."

Bai Qi introduced himself, curiosity flashing in his eyes. Daoists were extremely rare in the impoverished outskirts beyond the County City.

The Dragon Court gathers spiritual energy from all directions, and only those who graduate from a Daoist School and receive a talisman can be called a "Daoist Official."

Above that are Immortal Masters, enjoying Grotto Heaven Blessed Lands, seeking the way of longevity.

Without the court's recognition, one is considered a heterodox loose cultivator.

These two, skilled in talismans and sword control, are markedly different from the mountain and marsh cultivators described among common folks.

"Bai Qi... Black River County, are you that Bai Qilang?"

The tall Daoist was slightly surprised:

"I am Qi Yan, and this is my junior brother, Lv Nan, we follow the Maoshan Dharma Lineage."

They didn't chant "Limitless Blessings, Life" or call themselves humble Daoists, also indirectly indicating their status as loose cultivators.

"Brother Qi, are you familiar with me?"

Bai Qi was surprised, had his famous honor of Bai Qilang as the man of outstanding loyalty and righteousness spread so widely?

"I occasionally buy a Yama's Seal from the Hidden Pavilion and saw you on one, valued at a thousand taels of gold."

Aside from his Daoist robe, the handsome Qi Yan behaved more like someone from Jianghu, with a straightforward and generous demeanor:

"It is said that Brother Bai alone took a sampan, joking freely among many fugitives, and that line, 'Who will take my great head,' truly exhibited a heroic spirit."

Bai Qi was astonished, seemingly not expecting that what brought fame was actually Hidden Pavilion's assassination attempt.

"Senior brother! Stop chatting, I'm getting beaten to death..."

Lv Nan frowned his round face, using up nearly all his accumulated talismans, each protective talisman dimming.

"Brother Qi, where does this creature come from?"

Bai Qi, carrying his bow, looked up at the seven to eight feet tall, freely moving Profound Armor Divine General, which was almost at the Second Stage of Bone Training Great Success level, considering it was formed by mercury, impenetrable by weapons, not afraid of chopping, far surpassing a flesh body.

It could probably defeat three or four practitioners of Yang Meng's level.

"The Six Ding Six Jia, summoned divine generals, is a superior Daoist skill. A master seals a strand of Divine Soul within an elixir pill, throws it on the ground, materializing through it... this old dog demon should have some backing behind it."

Qi Yan reminded.

"This old dog's intelligence rivals a thousand-year-old great demon, certainly peculiar."

Bai Qi once again bent his bow and drew an arrow, squeezing out rolling crimson blood beads from his fingertips, coating it onto the arrowhead's point, exerting force with both arms, shooting it like a flash of thunderbolt.

The immense power infused sent the Profound Armor Divine General crashing into the main hall, seemingly nailed to the wall.

Boom!

A fiercely intense yang energy erupted like gunpowder, sweeping airflow like ocean waves pounding in all directions, with a mass of silver-white thick dust swirling unpredictably, appearing as if it wanted to condense into a form again.

"The power of superior Daoist skills is truly extraordinary; if all twelve Six Ding Six Jia figures are assembled, they could probably contend against the Fourth Training."