Old Ma Gets Beaten

Did a fight break out on Old Ma's side?

Well... that's normal. After all, there are some natives here. As Demon Dragon, his Cultivation Method is authentic, his foundation is deep, and he has reached the eighth rank. There shouldn't be anything around here that can stop him. Moreover, Li Qi's Qi Gazing Technique can't detect anything that could cause a bloody disaster. So there's no need to worry too much, and nothing too serious will happen.

Let's continue cleaning up the ruins.

Meanwhile, Old Ma was facing a rather tough battle.

Suddenly, a group of people appeared before him. Without saying a word, they attacked him directly. The leaders were also at the eighth rank, probably from the Daoist sect. They had just begun to refine their Yang Spirit, and their foundations were not very solid. They called themselves Yang Spirit True Person, probably just trying to make themselves look good, or... they really didn't know how to rank people. But for Old Ma, it was still a difficult battle.

Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit are essentially the same; both are the souls of cultivators. At the eighth rank, one condenses the Yin Spirit and then begins to refine it. When the Yang Spirit reaches its purest Yang state, one steps into the seventh rank. At that time, the soul is indestructible, unshaken by wind, unharmed by the sun, and undamaged by thunder. It can survive for a long time without the physical body and can also use the power of the Primordial Spirit to repair the physical body, allowing the cultivator to attain immortality and truly step into the seventh rank.

However, these so-called "Yang Spirit True Person" are actually only partially Yang-transformed Yin Spirit, and have not truly achieved the state of pure Yang Primordial Spirit.

But that's enough to beat Old Ma.

But then they saw various Daoist Sorcery, incantations, and talismans flying Street God, constantly bombarding the Old Ma's scales.

Fortunately, although his body was not as strong as a true dragon, he still had some ability to resist. With his speed, he was not at a disadvantage for the time being and could even use his tail to knock away a few Old Ma from continuing his pursuit.

Furthermore, since Old Ma himself had no intention of killing anyone, there have been no casualties so far.

To be honest, Old Ma wasn't afraid of them at all. With his speed, if he wanted to, he could shrink to the size of a mustard seed and disappear in a flash of light. They would have no chance of catching him.

However, he wanted to test his current abilities.

Old Ma was extremely fast, but like Li Qi, horses were not good at fighting. Even after Dragon Transformation, he still retained this characteristic and was not very good at fighting.

Just like the mirage dragon, which is formed from a seashell, it still retains the ability of illusion. Similarly, the River Dragon, which is cultivated from a venomous snake into Demon Dragon, also retains its venom.

As Dragon Steed, after its Dragon Transformation, its formal name should be 'Cong', which can be called Conglong. There is a poem that says, "The eight-foot-tall Conglong of Khotan, watching the clouds without being bound by the bridle, testing its steps against the setting sun on the long catalpa tree, knowing that there are no way to traverse the four directions." This praises Conglong's stamina.

Although he knew this, he was, after all, a male creature, and had only just broken through to the eighth rank. Now, seeing several enemies who wouldn't pose a life-threatening danger to him, and who were even taking the initiative to attack...

Where can you find such a good deal?

So he immediately wagged his tail and started fighting with the Daoist priests around him without even saying a word.

And behind the battlefield—

"Layman Wang, why haven't you made a move yet? This Demon Dragon is highly skilled, almost comparable to True Person of the Yang Spirit. You are one of the top experts here, why are you just standing here like an idiot?" A Daoist priest urged the old Daoist priest.

It was the same old Daoist priest from before; it seemed his surname was Wang.

"You know that it's almost comparable to Yang Spirit cultivator. I, an old Daoist, have only recently condensed my Yang Spirit and my foundation is not deep. How could I possibly get involved in such a battle? Let's prioritize saving our lives first. True Man Liu has already gone to deal with it. He is skilled in fire magic, and this Demon Dragon must be of the water element. Fire can overcome water, so it shouldn't be difficult to defeat it." The old Daoist waved his hand, looking indifferent.

"Layman Wang, since you came to the mountain, you haven't made a single move. That's not very appropriate..." someone else said.

"Nonsense! What business is it of yours when I make my move? If you're so impatient, roll up your sleeves and get to work!" the old Daoist priest retorted, then raised his head and ran off to the other side.

He had no intention of making a move. Although he was one of the few people here with the cultivation level of Yang Spirit, he wasn't going to risk his life for no reason. His disciple was still waiting at home.

Besides, his purpose in coming here was to repay the debt of gratitude he owed to Mount Luofu for his teachings, not to work for these people for free.

He had lived for two or three hundred years and was a seasoned veteran. He knew very well that although those few Yang Spirit True Person were using the pretext of repaying the debt of gratitude to Mount Luofu, their true purpose was definitely not pure.

This time, they've gathered so many people under a grand banner, almost half of the Daoist temples outside, totaling several thousand people. It's as if they've come to wipe out this area.

Those few Yang Spirit True Person... do they want to use everyone's strength to wipe out the mountain spirits and Yin Ghost, or even directly solve the source of the Yin Ghost, and then take over this place for themselves?

Although there is no evidence, based on my understanding of those individuals, I estimate it to be pretty close to the truth.

After all, those people claim to be 'deserving of the education they received,' but how many of them have actually been accepted as disciples of Mount Luofu? And how many of them still cherish that gratitude in their hearts?

To put it bluntly, among the thousands of Daoist temples around this mountain, only a handful of people have obtained the qualification of Registered Disciple. And those few people are no longer here; they have disappeared along with the immortals of Mount Luofu.

I am the only one who has obtained the qualification of Registered Disciple, but I have not yet left, so the immortals should not have taken me with them.

This is... a regret for life.

However, even so, we cannot collude with those people. We have come here to drive away those who want to steal Luofu's products.

However, the Demon Dragon in front of us should not be included in this category.

He could sense that the Demon Dragon harbored no malice or murderous intent; on the contrary, the Daoist priests who were attacking him were full of malevolence.

That is why he chose to stand by and not take action.

The old Daoist priest stood calmly in place, gazing intently at the battlefield ahead.

He could naturally tell that although the Demon Dragon was being beaten back and forth and seemed powerless to fight back, it had not suffered any serious injuries from beginning to end. It only had some bruises and had not even lost any scales.

Moreover, the speed at which the opponent moved indicated that it didn't even intend to escape. If it really wanted to run, that Demon Dragon would have disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This strength truly befits a dragon.

The old Daoist priest sighed.

However, the old Daoist priest was unaware that compared to a true dragon, Demon Dragon was far inferior. His knowledge and perspective did not allow him to recognize the difference between the legendary true dragon and the Demon Dragon.

But that doesn't matter. For the Daoists in front of them, the Demon Dragon is an extremely troublesome enemy, even a dragon like Old Ma with dull claws and teeth.

But then we saw the battlefield on the other side.

Seeing that he couldn't harm Old Ma, the eighth-rank Yang Spirit True Person could only speed up and set up the formation.

"Quickly! Bind this demon's body, place the spirit talisman, and place it above the hall to suppress all evil spirits!" The Yang Spirit True Person kept giving orders, his body moving nimbly to restrain the Old Ma.

Old Ma was also trying to resist. He kept letting out deep dragon roars, spewing blue thunder from his mouth, and whipping his dragon tail as he struggled among the Daoists who had formed an array.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that a seal had been set up below using numerous talismans, and Old Ma was trying to break free, but it seemed he was still just one breath short.

Upon seeing that Old Ma was temporarily trapped by the formation, the eighth-rank Yang Spirit immediately formed a hand Law Seals and chanted the incantation. "Golden turban and feather pendant, precious radiance bearing form, jade wheel turning north, commanding vermilion soldiers!"

As soon as the incantation was uttered, he picked up a stack of talisman papers, quickly drew Talisman Core on them, lit them, and threw them away. The flames surged, and several heavenly soldiers suddenly rose up amidst the smoke and fire!

These heavenly soldiers were all tall and mighty, with broad foreheads and wide faces, pure red skin, banners on their backs, crowns and robes on their heads, wearing colorful armor, and belts with tiger motifs around their waists. They stood tall and proud, holding swords, axes, and halberds. They bravely leaped at Old Ma and slammed him hard onto Old Ma body, pinning him to the ground.

Old Ma struggled desperately, and all that could be seen was rolling blue thunder, constantly exploding, as if the ground was experiencing an earthquake. The hand-to-hand combat between the heavenly soldiers and Old Ma crushed countless trees in the surrounding forest, and even boulders were ground into dust.

At this moment, another Yang Spirit True Person stepped forward. He had been observing the battle, but suddenly made a move, setting fire to several paper figures in his hand and throwing them into the battlefield.

These paper figures, which were originally just made of yellow paper, transformed into several golden giants, each three zhang tall, when they landed on the ground! They resembled the legendary Yellow Turban Warriors.

When these golden giants stepped onto the battlefield, the exquisite battle was over, and all that remained was brute force. They ran quickly, rushed to the Old Ma, grabbed Old Ma paws and tail, choked its throat, and pinned Old Ma down completely.

As the saying goes, when describing great strength, people often use phrases like "ten dragons and ten elephants" or "nine oxen and two tigers," which shows that the strength of dragons, elephants, oxen, and tigers is enormous.

As Demon Dragon, Old Ma was naturally quite strong, but after those golden giants pinned him down, he couldn't break free for a while!

He struggled and thrashed, but still could not shake the bodies of those golden giants.

But then the Yang Spirit True Person who had scattered the paper figures stroked his beard and said arrogantly, "Accept your fate, you Demon Dragon. My Golden Armored Warrior has the strength of one dragon, and you are no more than one dragon. It's like an ordinary person being held down by four or five people; no matter what, you can't break free."

Old Ma didn't believe in superstitions; he simply didn't believe this thing possessed the power of a dragon.

It should be noted that even Old Ma himself is no match for Yi Long.

The power of a dragon—that is the power of a true dragon!

What incredible strength that is! How could an ordinary strongman compare? Clearly, the other party is bragging. If I try to struggle, I might be able to break free!

To be honest, Old Ma was already starting to regret it.

He wanted to test his abilities, thinking that even if he couldn't win, he could easily escape with his speed. However, he didn't expect the enemy to be so numerous and powerful. An eighth-rank Daoist priest held him back, while the ninth-rank Daoist priests took the opportunity to set up the Dragon Suppressing Formation, which restricted his speed. He was also interfered with by the heavenly soldiers...

If that's all there is to it, he can still run away.

However, now that another eighth-rank warrior has attacked and summoned a strongman, he is completely pinned down and has no way to exert any strength. He has no way to run away.

He could have easily escaped the strongman's clutches by transforming into the size of a mustard seed using his dragon transformation ability, but the Dragon Suppressing Formation set up by those people earlier sealed off his transformation ability.

This time, he was really caught.

The two Yang Spirit True Person were naturally aware of this, so they walked up to Old Ma's dragon head and sternly rebuked him. "You beast, you have sneaked into Mount Luofu to mine resources and even dug up corpses, committing a grave crime. Do you know your crime?!"

"Pah!" Old Ma spat and immediately replied, "What are you? I am here on the orders of my sister-in-law... the Moonlit True Person of Mount Luofu to collect these spiritual items. You are nothing but weeds from the outside world, dependent on others. Why don't you release me at once? If my elder brother comes, none of you will escape!"

He was quite angry, but not afraid.

These people can't kill him right now. When he calls for help, Li Qi will naturally sense it. He easily cuts down these weeds. However, unless absolutely necessary, he still wants to solve the problem himself, so he hasn't called for help yet.

"You beast! You've committed a grave error and still spout lies. The True Man of the Moon in Luofu Mountain? Has anyone ever heard of this person? Besides, Luofu Mountain is now overrun by ghosts and demons. Where are the living people? You're beyond saving! True Man Ouyang, what do you say?" This eighth-grade Yang God looked to the other side, waiting for the reaction of the Yang God cultivator who had summoned the golden-armored warrior.

"I don't think it's beyond redemption. After all, it's a Demon Dragon. Although it disrespected Mount Luofu, it can be spared the death penalty, but it can't escape punishment. You Demon Dragon, today I will brand you and lock your soul. From now on, you will guard the gate of my Daoist temple for two Jiazi (60 years). When your sins are redeemed, you can leave at will." This True Man Ouyang said calmly with an air of otherworldly grace.

These words enraged Old Ma to the point of death. He immediately started cursing, "I was walking along peacefully when suddenly you people appeared and attacked me. So that's what you were planning! A bunch of evil Daoists, you don't care about cultivation or practicing the righteous path. You spend your days scheming about these Evil Dao things. It's no wonder that your Dao Path immortality was cut off at the eighth rank!"

"Look at your sharp-tongued and mean-spirited face, pretending to be some kind of otherworldly immortal. Do you really think I can't see your greasy, smelly, and poor appearance? What a load of rubbish! You think you can trick me into becoming your guardian beast? I don't know if you're even qualified. My dragon life is suffocating your dog life. You'll end up childless and your disciples and grandchildren will all be wiped out!"

"You old scoundrel, you dog! You think you can fool me with your cultivation? I've seen the world! Don't you dare—"

Even before he could speak, Old Ma had a terrible temper, and he even knocked Li Qi flying. Now that he can speak, he's even more unstoppable, spewing out all sorts of insults and vulgarities. The Yang Spirit True Person's face turned ashen, and he took several deep breaths. It was even clear that he wanted to retaliate with his own insults.

But having reached the eighth rank, he still had his brain. He knew that there were several thousand Daoists watching, and it wouldn't be dignified to continue arguing with them, only making him a laughingstock. Besides, he might not even be able to out-argue this foul-mouthed dragon, and he would end up covered in mud, which would be even less pleasing.

So he continued to maintain his ethereal and otherworldly demeanor, waiting until Old Ma felt he had finished cursing and stopped to catch his breath.

Seeing that Old Ma finally shut up, the Yang Spirit True Person snorted coldly, "Hmph! This beast knows his crime but does not repent. After I cut off his head, it will be a heavenly materials and earthly treasures, which can be used to acquire some Law Treasure for everyone here!"

After speaking, he muttered some incantations, took out a talisman and threw it into the air. In a flash, it transformed into several steel blades, ready to strike!

But at that moment, the old Daoist priest not far away lightly flicked his finger.