Pondering III (Still Owe Three More Updates! Hahahaha!)

"I never imagined that after all these years, someone would still remember this old man?" The white-haired old man chuckled and stroked his beard.

"Alright, since you're here, don't leave. Guests are guests, so please rest here."

"Interesting." Sang Lan noticed Yuan Feng's nervousness beside her. She hadn't expected that a master like Yuan Feng, Worship God Great Grandmaster of the Yuan Generation, would be living in seclusion in such a remote and remote place.

This trip seems to be far less boring than he imagined.

"Guests are always welcome. That's what your Confucian Sect Chen Junchen said to me back then."

Upon hearing the name Chen Junchen, the white-haired old man's smile vanished, his eyes narrowed, and a vague sense of oppression emanated from him.

Chen Junchen, the top master of the Confucian Sect, who once narrowly lost to the Imperial Tutor by a single move, represented an era.

That was the last peak and the final glory of the Confucian Sect.

Unfortunately, after being defeated by the Imperial Tutor, Chen Junchen disappeared. Confucian Sect was also completely suppressed and has now vanished without a trace.

Confucian scholars were even relegated to the lowest social class.

"It seems you two are old acquaintances. As the saying goes, 'Say one thing and do another.' Since I've already invited you to stay as guests, then I'll have to take my leave!"

The old man's expression returned to calm, and he suddenly raised his hand, creating a series of crisp and melodious tinkling sounds.

The sound seemed to soothe the soul, evoking the purest and most beautiful memories, and unconsciously causing people to lose their will to fight.

At this moment, the old man Dongfang Mu seemed like the most kind and peaceful elder, sincerely imparting virtues and guiding people on their path.

***Outside Wushan Prefecture City.

Zhang Rongfang suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and looked towards the distant Wish Woman Canyon.

A simple firework, made by the Human Immortal Temple, suddenly rose into the sky.

The fireworks are the simplest yellow ones. To distinguish them from the others, they use two tied together at a specific angle to explode into a subtle oval shape.

Wish Woman Canyon? He paused at the city gate, watching the fireworks slowly fade away.

He had just seen the situation through the Wooden Puppet's perspective and was relieved to confirm that the other party wasn't targeting his sister and the others.

As for the others, compared to the Wish Woman Canyon, the other side is just a Wooden Puppet being taken away, and other replacements can be found later.

The two are not comparable in importance.

Having made up his mind, he turned around and quickly walked back the way he came.

Bang!

Just then, a muffled sound, like an explosion, echoed through the city.

One corner of the city wall was smashed open from above, sending large pieces of broken stone and bricks flying to the ground.

The crowd below was stunned at first, then screams erupted. Everyone scattered like a flock of startled birds, fleeing into any place where they could hide.

In just a few minutes, the entire area around the city gate was deserted.

Even Zhang Rongfang was surprised that these people could hide so skillfully.

But what's important now isn't that, but the location of the explosion.

He looked up in that direction, which was exactly where his Wooden Puppet was.

There's a fight going on, and between top-tier experts! 'With the protection of the Wish Woman in Wish Woman Canyon, even if there are problems, they won't be major. Let's deal with this first!'

He immediately used his movement technique to rush into the city and head towards the direction of the explosion.

***On an empty street near the city wall.

A massive, four-meter-tall, strong monk was fiercely fighting with another equally robust, white-haired old man, swinging his arms, which were thicker than roof beams.

The old man was shirtless and moved nimbly. Whenever he was about to be hit, he seemed to know in advance and had already prepared to dodge.

After dozens of such attempts, the monk opposite him not only could not hit him, but also wasted his own strength and was constantly hit and injured.

Although he was constantly injured, his wounds would heal automatically in the blink of an eye. Unlike humans.

After a while, the old man was clearly running out of strength, and his movements slowed down a bit.

"Looks like I'm getting old." The old man quickly stepped back, flipped over, and landed lightly on the edge of the eaves. It was none other than Dongfang Mu Confucian Sect.

His gaze was calm as he stared at Yuan Feng across from him.

By now, he naturally realized that the other party had not come to see him; it was all a misunderstanding.

But what was a misunderstanding before is no longer important.

Knowing that Confucian Sect was here, the Western Sect would certainly not let the matter rest.

"Oh well. It's been a long time since I used it. Maybe if I don't use it now, I'll never have the chance again."

He sighed.

Yuan Feng was also somewhat puzzled at this moment. Dongfang Mu, as a top master of the Confucian Sect, had become famous many years ago. Now he was old and frail, but he could still suppress him by relying on his strong Enemy Anticipation.

What he couldn't understand was why Sang Lan hadn't made a move yet.

Now that we've unexpectedly caught a big fish, why not seize the opportunity to catch everyone in one fell swoop?

Instead, he stood aside, smiling and watching, as if it were all none of his business. Just as if nothing happened to him.

The Heavenly Maiden stood opposite him, watching him warily.

In her mind, this man was clearly just a rich young master, but for some reason, he always gave her a strong sense of oppression.

This feeling seemed somewhat familiar to her; she had encountered something similar in what appeared to be forgotten memories.

Unfortunately, she had forgotten everything. She had completely forgotten about the past and about the Eastern Sect.

"Aren't you going to help?" Sang Lan looked away and glanced at Heavenly Maiden.

"No need. Master Dongfang is very strong. He is far stronger than me," the Heavenly Maiden said calmly.

"You look great, and you have a good figure, just my type," Sang Lan added. "Want to try Ultimate Pleasure with me? If you make me happy, I'll let you leave this time in exchange. How about it?"

He spoke sincerely, as if it really was a good suggestion.

It was as if he had made a huge concession.

The Heavenly Maiden glanced at him.

"Western Sect?"

"No," Sang Lan smiled. "It's just a collaboration."

"You probably don't know the extent of Master Dongfang's strength," the Heavenly Maiden replied calmly.

As the core Great Grandmaster of the Confucian Sect guarding this place, Dongfang Mu possesses terrifying strength that far surpasses everyone's imagination.

Therefore, at this moment, Yuan Feng and Dongfang Mu were both fighting with their true colors.

The two had already reached their Limit State; their massive bodies collided at high speed like two meteorites, exploding into sparks that scattered in all directions.

Confucian Sect martial arts primarily focus on the ultimate technique of "Pure Heart Exchange Jade".

This technique primarily uses sonic rhythms to severely disrupt an opponent's every move and conscious judgment. At its peak, it can even induce fixed hallucinations.

There is a reason why Yuan Feng's moves were often easily predicted.

At the same time, he made many shots, thinking he had hit the target, but in reality he was just a hair's breadth away.

A small difference can lead to a huge error, which is why he was injured one after another.

By this point, Yuan Feng's face was ashen. Having suffered repeated blows, he knew he had to turn the tide, or he might lose.

Immediately, he stepped back several steps, his internal energy surging and circulating at its maximum speed.

'Final Style: Yaksa King!!'

In an instant, his blood and qi exploded, his skin turned black, his body shrank, and large patches of silver fluorescent patterns appeared on his body.

A huge, Yaksha face appeared on his face, obscuring his features.

Lines resembling fish lungs appeared on both sides of his back; these were special structures that allowed him to breathe underwater temporarily.

This Final Form was originally better suited for underwater combat, but it is no less effective when used now.

On the other side...

Dongfang Mu also let out a low shout and suddenly tapped his chest more than ten times.

Hiss!!

His body suddenly began to rise and grow stronger, as if being inflated, with countless muscles seemingly appearing out of thin air, making his physique larger and larger.

He is now four meters tall! He is even larger than Yuan Feng, who is opposite him.

His upper body muscles covered his body like armor, and in the center of his chest, it looked as if a large character for "righteousness" was written in cinnabar. But that was formed naturally by blood vessels.

"Final Style: Self-Sacrifice!!!"

Pfft! Two jets of air shot out from Dongfang Mu's nostrils, scattering the sand and gravel on the ground in front of him.

In an instant, the two enormous monsters crashed into each other with a deafening roar.

The loud noises were like gunpowder exploding continuously.

Ripples of air spread out and exploded between the two of them.

The wall collapsed and the ground cracked. The two fought further and further apart without realizing it, and soon arrived at the edge of the city wall.

Dongfang Mu's strength was significantly greater than Yuan Feng's.

His face was solemn, and despite exerting full force, Blood Pearl slowly began to seep from the surface of his skin.

'Time is running out, we must finish this quickly.' He knew very well that this was the Extreme Realm; if his body couldn't keep up, his burst of power, though strong, would only be brief and unsustainable.

So, whoosh! He flipped over and leaped high into the air. His arms, like phantoms, converged towards the center, layer upon layer.

One handprint after another appeared, then changed into the next.

The densely packed seals flickered and changed.

'The Supreme One.'

'Ask your heart!'

Suddenly, all his hand gestures stopped and merged into one.

It was a strange hand seal with fingers intertwined like a net, and at its center, it seemed to contain a beating heart.

Thump.

A loud, clear heartbeat that everyone could hear rang out.

Yuan Feng trembled violently. He felt his heartbeat completely controlled by the other party, and at that moment, it stopped trembling with that sound.

He tried to raise his hand, but he had no strength at all.

Suddenly, his heart stopped giving way, like a punctured balloon leaking blood.

His vision began to blur and his whole body went limp.

In an instant, a figure flashed past him.

A small, exquisite Black Blade sliced precisely across his neck.

"Demon Weapon!?" Yuan Feng tried to shout, but it was too late.

With a thud, he clutched his throat and collapsed to his knees. His consciousness began to fade.

"It's your turn!" Dongfang Mu turned around and looked at Sang Lan.

Clap clap clap. Sang Lan clapped her hands gently with joy on her face.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

"Stop laughing. Life is full of Ruyi." Dongfang Mu slowly walked towards the other person.

"So, you can prepare to cry now."

Whoosh! In an instant, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and charged towards his opponent like an arrow.

There was no dodging.

There was no blocking.

Sang Lan stood there, letting Dongfang Mu plunge a knife into her chest, right in the center of her heart.

When!!

The clothes were torn slightly, revealing the skin underneath.

But on that skin, there were only a few white spots left by the Demon Weapon, with a faint red tinge seeping out.

Sang Lan raised her head and smiled as she looked at Dongfang Mu, whose eyes were wide with shock and who was almost stunned.

"Go to sleep."

Laugh!!

A huge X-shaped wound suddenly exploded on Dongfang Mu's body.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the outcome was decided in an instant.

Heavenly Maiden and Ran Xin Yue shrank back, clenching their fists, unconsciously wanting to step forward, but a tangible, icy sense of crisis, like ice, froze their feet.

"In an instant!!? How could this be?!" Ran Xin Yue clutched her abdomen with difficulty, staring at the scene before her in disbelief.

The Heavenly Maiden gritted her teeth, suppressed the shock in her heart, and took a step forward to try to save people, but it was only one step.

Boom! Boom! Everything went black before her eyes. The once bright sky seemed to transform into a terrifying, icy blue crystal, crashing down upon her with a deafening roar.

The immense sense of oppression made it almost impossible for her to breathe; this was the terrifying pressure truly belonging to Spirit General.

"This city Confucian Sect, rebel armies, and Taboo all." Sang Lan smiled slightly, turned around, and walked towards the icy-cold Heavenly Maiden and Ran Xin Yue.

"Since all the taboos have been violated, let's just slaughter them all."

"Massacre of the city?"

Suddenly a voice came from behind him.

"Since you don't want it, how about giving it to me?"

Sang Lan paused, turning back in surprise.

At the breach in the newly destroyed city wall, a Red Robe Daoist stood, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Give it to you? Can you even handle it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why can't you lift it?" Zhang Rongfang asked with a smile, then leaped off the wall.

"If I can build a Human Immortal Temple in a month, I can build a Human Immortal City in a month!"

Bang.

He landed steadily, stood still, stood up, and stood in front of the two Heavenly Maiden.