Seeing Grandmother Again

The Great Tail Venerable took the initiative, his body radiating a faint Buddhist light, truly possessing the appearance of a Vajra.

The group of monsters, who were ready to flee at any moment, were intimidated by this sight and shouted in unison, "Brother Great Tail, a True Buddha!"

"Bullshit!" Nie Yannian spat, immediately drawing his saber. Then, holding the saber with one hand, he quickly sprinted forward. "Blossoming Spring Thunder!"

As his words fell, there was a rumbling sound both in front of and behind him, as if spring thunder was blooming!

For a moment, as Nie Yannian sprinted, spring thunder erupted, moving with him, giving a sense of all things reviving and life flourishing.

The man and the wolf were no more than a hundred steps apart. The sound of spring thunder surged forward rapidly, and Nie Yannian, starting later, arrived first, his speed actually faster than the Great Tail Venerable's.

Seeing that the two were less than ten steps apart, Nie Yannian's body suddenly shot up. He gripped the saber hilt with both hands and slashed towards the Great Tail Venerable.

A huge thunderclap exploded, startling the surrounding monsters. The brave ones had already fled, while the timid ones were defecating and urinating, clearly unable to stand steady.

At this moment, the long saber in Nie Yannian's hand collided with the Great Tail Venerable's Buddhist Staff. A faint Buddhist light scattered, and Nie Yannian's body seemed to have a mirage-like phenomenon, revealing a faint wondrous scene – mountains, rivers, and spring thunder.

With a single strike, the Great Tail Venerable's Buddhist Staff immediately broke into two sections. He retreated more than ten steps before stopping, as if all the supernatural powers he had just displayed were ineffective.

It was unclear whether a Seventh Rank Buddhist practitioner was no match for a Seventh Rank martial artist, or if Nie Yannian was inherently skilled. In any case, Meng Yuan watched with fascination, especially how Nie Yannian's saber strike erupted like thunder, causing wondrous scenes to appear around him, truly like the blooming of spring thunder.

"Your Six Supernatural Powers are not up to par. You should go back and chant scriptures for two more years." Having shattered the Great Tail Venerable's momentum with one move, Nie Yannian did not slow down. He pressed his advantage, and each time he struck with his saber, there was a thunderous roar, and the sound of thunder became increasingly dense.

The surrounding peach trees were swept by the saber wind, all of them broken. They were also agitated by the spring thunder, and broken branches and wood flew everywhere.

The Great Tail Venerable's Buddhist Staff was broken into two sections. At this moment, he held one section in each hand, his eyes gloomy. While panting heavily, he struggled to resist, "Amitabha, this fellow is tough! Time to scram!"

A high-ranking Buddhist monk actually used slang from the martial world, truly incongruous!

Moreover, he had been full of momentum just now, but immediately cowered after one exchange. It was quite amusing.

Wolf One and Wolf Two had long since noticed something was wrong. Hearing the Great Tail Venerable's words, they immediately fled into the depths of the peach forest, one to the left and one to the right.

"Don't let them escape!" Nie Yannian shouted.

Meng Yuan had already chased after Wolf One, and Ren Debiao also reacted, quickly going after Wolf Two.

The Great Tail Venerable wanted to stop them, but was entangled by Nie Yannian's Blossoming Spring Thunder, leaving him only able to parry!

"Do you think I have no supernatural powers?" The Great Tail Venerable's beard and hair stood on end. He was so angry he cried out in frustration. Buddhist light emerged from his bald head, and holding the broken Buddhist Staff in each hand, he shouted crazily, "Immovable Vajra Seal! Out!"

In an instant, a strong Buddhist light emanated from his body, truly like a wolf-headed Vajra.

At this moment, Meng Yuan had no time to watch the battle between the two Seventh Rank experts. He simply held his long saber, weaving through the peach forest, urgently chasing Wolf One.

The remaining monsters also came to their senses. Seeing Meng Yuan approaching with his saber, even though they knew he wasn't chasing them, they were so scared they quickly fled, all chasing after Wolf One.

For a time, chickens flew and dogs jumped, a chaotic mess.

Wolf One was a wolf demon by origin, with very nimble legs. He frantically burrowed into the depths of the peach forest. Meng Yuan pursued relentlessly, following him for several hundred steps, when he heard a clear voice coming from the chaotic mess.

"What's happening? What's happening?"

"Why are you running? Auntie Cow, save me! It's thundering, I need to go home and get my clothes!"

"Auntie Pig, lend a hand! I caught lice for you! Little Pig Sister, don't go! We played in the mud together!"

"Brother Chicken! Brother Chicken! We've been friends for over two years, you... Ouch, what are you doing? Fly slower, you almost pooped in my mouth!"

"Wolf One, Wolf One, I was wrong! Please let me go home quickly!"

This voice was very familiar, it seemed to be Grandmother.

Meng Yuan sprinted forward a hundred steps and saw a weasel hanging from a peach branch.

The weasel had brown fur and a white belly. Its four short legs were tied together, and it was hanging upside down from the peach tree, swinging back and forth. It was clearly Grandmother, but her small bundle was nowhere to be seen.

When fleeing monsters passed by, the little weasel would shout a few times, but unfortunately, when disaster struck, everyone fled for themselves, and no one paid attention.

Meng Yuan also had no time to bother with it and just passed by.

"What ran past?" The little weasel was simple-minded, hanging from the peach branch. Hearing the distant sound of spring thunder, and seeing that all the monsters had run away, it couldn't help but look up at the sky in disappointment and mutter, "Someone kind, please save me."

At this moment, Meng Yuan was sprinting with all his might. Wolf One was slightly slower but familiar with the terrain, constantly changing direction in the peach forest.

If it weren't for the peach trees in early spring not yet having lush green leaves, Meng Yuan would have almost lost him.

The weather in the mountains changes easily. The already gloomy sky was now drizzling. For a time, water mist rose in the peach forest, creating a hazy atmosphere.

Meng Yuan gritted his teeth and pursued for about a li. Wolf One was careless and actually fell on his butt on the wet ground.

Meng Yuan took the opportunity to move forward, and the distance between them was now only a little over ten steps.

"Chase, chase, chase! Is there no end to the chasing? Do you really think this Buddhist master is a vegetarian?" Wolf One climbed to his feet and drew a long-handled Monk's Saber.

Meng Yuan held his long saber, panting, and said nothing.

Wolf One's body was tall, nearly a zhang. At this moment, he suddenly roared and immediately raised his Monk's Saber to slash down, truly with some momentum.

Meng Yuan did not dodge or evade, and raised his saber horizontally to meet it.

As the two sabers touched, Meng Yuan immediately felt that Wolf One's strength was greater than his own, and his saber strikes were very methodical, much stronger than those black and white sheep.

Meng Yuan's arm was slightly numb from the shock, but he had no time to slow down. He quickly turned his saber and became entangled with Wolf One.

The peach trees here were dense, and both sides were using long sabers. When swinging them, they often accidentally touched the branches of the peach trees.

Neither the man nor the wolf had the power to cut down peach trees with their saber strikes like Nie Yannian. Their attacks were often blocked by the peach trees, deflecting their long sabers.

Coupled with the rustling spring rain, the ground was slippery. One wolf and one man had first engaged in a desperate chase, followed by an all-out fight, expending a great deal of physical strength.

Meng Yuan calmed down and no longer sought a quick victory. Instead, he focused seven parts on defense and three parts on offense, primarily aiming to exhaust the opponent's physical strength.

After only about a quarter of an hour of fighting, Wolf One's saber swings slowed down considerably.

Although Meng Yuan was on the defensive, he wasn't having an easy time either. The rapid running and intense battle had consumed a lot of his True Qi, and he also started panting heavily.

However, Wolf One's decline was evident, and Meng Yuan gritted his teeth and stepped forward, beginning to take the offensive.

For a time, the Gale Wind Saber Technique was unleashed, and Wolf One fell into a defensive stance. But with a slip of the foot, he was slashed on the shoulder.

Although the wound was small, it was still a success. Meng Yuan became ruthless and attacked fiercely like a storm.

"Who the hell doesn't know how to fight desperately?" Wolf One howled, swinging his Monk's Saber with all his might to force Meng Yuan back, then immediately chopped down, forcing Meng Yuan to retreat repeatedly.

But Wolf One didn't pursue and instead turned to leave.

This Wolf One had clearly lost his courage! Meng Yuan drew his bow and shot several arrows, but only one hit Wolf One's rear shoulder.

Seeing that the arrows caused too little damage, Meng Yuan abandoned his bow and arrows and picked up his saber to chase again.

After chasing frantically for a moment, he was only a few steps away. But Wolf One's desire to escape and survive was extremely strong, and Meng Yuan, despite his best efforts, could only barely keep up.

Meng Yuan knew he couldn't chase any further, otherwise going too deep into the mountains would surely lead to trouble. He had to take down Wolf One as quickly as possible.

With a thought, Meng Yuan roared and threw his long saber at Wolf One.

Missing with one strike, Wolf One dodged. Seeing that the person chasing him had lost his weapon, it turned back to look, only to see that the young man's posture hadn't stopped at all.

In just that moment of delay, Wolf One saw the young man had already arrived in front of him empty-handed.

"Die!" Wolf One roared fiercely and turned back to slash diagonally with force.

Meng Yuan was waiting for this moment. Seeing Wolf One raise his saber, he suddenly lunged forward, actually getting into Wolf One's embrace. He grabbed Wolf One's hand holding the Monk's Saber with both hands, twisted his body at the same time, and performed an over-the-shoulder throw, actually throwing the tall Wolf One to the ground.

This strike wasn't fatal, but it had already taken away Wolf One's saber.

Wolf One didn't have time to get up and crawled forward to run.

Meng Yuan gritted his teeth and pounced, immediately straddling Wolf One's waist.

A wolf's waist is its vulnerable point. Meng Yuan pressed down with force, and Wolf One immediately lay flat.

Meng Yuan was also ruthless, not thinking about anything in his mind, regardless of everything, he just punched Wolf One's head one punch after another.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

He didn't know how many punches he had thrown. Meng Yuan only felt the spring rain becoming denser, and the smell of blood mixed with the scent of earth was particularly unpleasant.

Looking at Wolf One again, it was already lifeless, its skull shattered, a lot of red and white flowing out, and its two eyeballs had burst out.

Meng Yuan punched for a while longer, and only stopped when he saw he didn't have much strength left.

Panting heavily, he raised his head and suddenly realized there were over a dozen gray wolves in front, peering over, seemingly wanting to come forward, yet seemingly not daring.

These were the reinforcements Wolf One had summoned, not even considered demons, just ordinary mountain wolves.

Unfortunately, they were a step too late.

"Get lost!" Meng Yuan got up, picked up the long saber on the ground, and angrily shouted at the wolf pack.

As expected, the wolf pack hesitated slightly, then slowly dispersed.

Meng Yuan leaned on his saber, panting heavily. Seeing his clothes torn and dirty, and blood having already soaked through his inner garment, he kicked Wolf One twice in anger.