Venerable Yuanjue

Years ago, Venerable Yuanjue went out to travel, left Great Sui, and has been missing ever since.

Legend has it he went to seek an opportunity to break through to Xiantian, while others say Venerable Yuanjue's lifespan was nearing its end, and unwilling to accept his fate, he sought immortality.

Who would have thought Venerable Yuanjue would return to Great Sui at this time, and that I would run into him.

That roar just now should be the famous technique of the Xuanji Temple, the "Lion's Roar."

True Qi manifesting into form, condensing into fists that break through the air, Qin Sang had never seen such a scene before.

Qin Sang's figure flickered, and he retreated with a graceful step. The burly monk snorted coldly and swung his arm violently.

'Whoosh!'

A chain made of refined iron shot through the air, and under the moonlight, it resembled a crystal-clear water line speeding towards Qin Sang.

Unexpectedly, the chain suddenly lost its momentum halfway, flew a short distance further, and then fell to the ground with a clatter, its force spent. The burly monk's eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward without any warning.

'Bang!'

The burly monk's corpse kicked up a puff of dust and a few fallen leaves on the ground, then ceased to breathe.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Venerable Yuanjue glanced at the burly monk's corpse, then turned and stared intently at Qin Sang and the black banner in his hand, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

"You are an immortal cultivator!"

Qin Sang stood firm with the Yanluo Banner in his hand, his gaze cold, and said calmly, "Old monk, I didn't want to kill more. If you leave now, I'll spare your life."

He spoke beautifully, but Qin Sang was secretly in distress.

After Yanwang killed the burly monk, Qin Sang ordered it to kill Venerable Yuanjue, but Yanwang disobeyed.

Normally, when Yanwang encountered a living person, it was like seeing a delicious meal. Without Qin Sang's command, it would eagerly rush forward to taste the delicious soul.

Now, facing the old monk, it seemed to be afraid, cowering to the side, not daring to approach.

Although the old monk was old, his vitality was astonishingly vigorous, the likes of which Qin Sang had never seen before. Moreover, the old monk's True Qi was very peculiar; his fist shadows were as red as fire, and he himself was like a scorching sun, a natural nemesis of ghosts.

The black-clothed Demon Lord could fight an immortal master who wielded a sword to a mutual destruction with the Yanluo Banner, but now he feared a Xiantian expert among mortals.

Qin Sang vaguely guessed the reason.

Even in battle, Qin Sang did not allow Yanluo to devour too many souls.

One reason was the fear of exposing his identity, and the other was the fear that if Yanluo's strength became too great, it would backfire on him.

Qin Sang had long discovered a characteristic of the Yanluo Banner: if Yanwang devoured enough souls, the holes on the banner would mend themselves.

It was likely that when the Yanluo Banner's surface was intact, Yanwang's strength would also recover.

Qin Sang did not know the realm of the black-clothed Demon Lord when he was alive, but it was definitely higher than his own. The black-clothed Demon Lord could suppress a full-powered Yanwang, and the Jade Buddha might not be able to.

Out of caution, Qin Sang only allowed Yanwang to devour a few dozen souls each time before retracting it. At this point, Yanwang could provide three Soul Pills, enough for him to use for a while.

He had originally planned to increase Yanwang's strength little by little after breaking through to the fifth level of the "Netherworld Scripture," but he hadn't expected that the vigorous vitality of a Xiantian expert would make Yanwang fearful.

Qin Sang had heard Bai Jianglan talk about the story of a Xiantian expert killing an immortal master with sword energy. It seemed that immortal cultivators could not underestimate mortals, especially since he himself was a half-baked practitioner who knew nothing.

Shouts and knocking came from outside the mansion gate. Someone loudly called for the instructor, but there was no response from inside. Then, the main gate was forcibly broken open.

The old monk's long roar earlier had attracted the yamen runners and militiamen patrolling around the county office.

At this point, he couldn't afford to be cautious anymore. Qin Sang could only abandon his usual prudence, let Yanwang go out to devour souls and increase its strength, while he suppressed his inner panic and put on a pretense, hoping to bluff the old monk.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Qin Sang's words, Venerable Yuanjue's face not only showed no fear but his eyes also flickered with surprise and joy.

Qin Sang suddenly realized something: if Venerable Yuanjue's travels were for seeking immortality, what would he do if he actually saw an immortal cultivator bluffing in front of him?

What he had just said was completely unnecessary; he had exposed his weakness to an old hand!

Sensing Venerable Yuanjue's gaze becoming more and more greedy, Qin Sang couldn't help but regret it deeply.

As expected, Venerable Yuanjue narrowed his eyes, stared at Qin Sang for a moment, and then sneered, "Putting on a show!"

Qin Sang suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, his heart alerted, and he stomped heavily on the ground, his body rising and swaying.

In a flash, Venerable Yuanjue appeared where he had just stood, a ball of fiery red energy condensed in his palm. He fiercely struck out, directly snapping an old tree behind him.

'Crack!'

The trunk broke in the middle, and the huge crown crashed down.

What a terrifying Xiantian expert!

Qin Sang's heart turned cold, knowing he had no chance of winning against Venerable Yuanjue, and turned to flee.

Seeing this, Venerable Yuanjue was overjoyed, his eyes shining with excitement, and he laughed wildly, "Where did this brat come from? Hand over your immortal cultivation methods, and this monk will spare your life!"

The first sentence, still behind him.

The second sentence, right by his ear.

When the last sentence sounded, a figure flashed before Qin Sang. Venerable Yuanjue, as if strolling leisurely, took a step forward, surpassing Qin Sang and blocking his path.

A withered, thin palm seemed to move slowly but was actually swift, reaching for him.

Qin Sang's hair stood on end. He used the "Shadowless Steps" with all his might, darting left and right like a headless fly, but no matter how he dodged, that palm was always in front of him.

"Dog, come back quickly!"

Qin Sang desperately activated the incantation for the Yanluo Banner, cursing inwardly. He watched as the palm rapidly enlarged before his eyes, a bitter taste filling his mouth, laced with intense regret.

"My life is over!"

Unexpectedly, Venerable Yuanjue didn't directly snap Qin Sang's neck. Instead, he snatched the Yanluo Banner from Qin Sang's hand.

Venerable Yuanjue glanced at the Yanluo Banner, his eyes flashing with ecstatic light. He looked at Qin Sang as if he were a treasure trove. His fingers shot out like lightning, about to strike an acupoint to seal Qin Sang, when his body suddenly stiffened.

Qin Sang was overjoyed. With a low growl, he charged forward, knocking aside Venerable Yuanjue's arm, snatching back the Yanluo Banner, and fiercely thrusting it towards the vital point of Venerable Yuanjue's neck. Qin Sang poured all his strength into it, driving almost the entire flagpole of the Yanluo Banner in.

Thwack!

Blood sprayed across Qin Sang's face. A fountain of blood erupted from Venerable Yuanjue's neck, and he toppled backward onto the ground.

Qin Sang slumped to the ground, gasping for air like a bellows. He looked at the motionless Venerable Yuanjue, still shaken.

Venerable Yuanjue was the most terrifying enemy Qin Sang had encountered since arriving in this world. True masters were indeed formidable.

After the shock subsided, Qin Sang couldn't help but reflect.

For the past year, he had been unstoppable. No matter how skilled the opponent, they couldn't withstand the Yanwang. His mindset had inevitably shifted; he no longer looked down on ordinary people and felt he could go anywhere in the world freely.

This near-death experience had suddenly made him vigilant. From now on, no matter who his opponent was, he would be cautious.