Deceiving Yan Chixia

Boom!!!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Countless sword cries rang out, overwhelming sword energy sweeping in all directions!

"Myriad Swords! You demon, don't you flee!"

Thousands of light swords rose, forming a sword dragon that lunged with fangs bared toward the black-haired youth struggling desperately to resist the sword formation nearby.

Feeling the earth-shaking flying swords closing in from behind, Xiao Han fled in panic, clutching his head.

"Damn it! I'm a cultivator too! You've got the wrong guy!"

The sword light behind him gave relentless chase, driving Xiao Han to the brink of cursing: "You blasted bearded man, why do you swing your blade without even asking what's going on?!"

"Pah! Bold demon! I saw with one look that you're no human!

The demonic qi on you is more terrifying than any Thousand-Year Demon King's—don't take me for a fool and think you can pull one over on me?!

If you count as human, then those murderous thousand-year old fiends might as well be people too?!"

Behind Xiao Han, commanding countless flying swords and hurling abuse at him, was a tall, burly man with a face full of bristly beard.

That big man had a leopard's head and round eyes, a swallow's jaw and tiger's whiskers—a fierce look plain to see, clearly no good sort.

If not for the fact that this bearded man somewhat resembled the famous veteran actor Wu Ma, he could have gone straight to the neighboring set of Romance of the Three Kingdoms to play Zhang Fei!

Seeing such a familiar face and getup, Xiao Han knew with his gut that this was Yan Chixia!

As luck would have it, Xiao Han had just summoned the Demon Armor and butchered a pack of wolf bandits moments before, and Yan Chixia happened to show up right after, catching sight of the monstrous demonic qi as the armor faded away.

Boom!!!

The ground was split by a sword light into a crack over ten meters long!

Without a word, Yan Chixia swept a sword light at him. Xiao Han's scalp crawled in terror at the sight—he didn't even get a chance to explain, and could only turn tail and run.

The two chased and fled, circling around the great forest.

Sword energy shot everywhere; dozens of massive trees were blasted to splinters by Yan Chixia's flying swords, and the ground was cratered again and again.

What had been a level road was now pitted and scarred from their struggle, like a battlefield after a mine bombardment.

"You young demon, with such terrifying demonic qi at your age, you must have killed countless people! I will slay you today—no more words!"

"Shit! I've never killed an innocent! Demon Armor, you've screwed me over!"

Demon Armor: Who's calling me (ФωФ)?

Xiao Han pushed his body movement to the limit, leaping and dodging every which way, and Yan Chixia simply couldn't land a hit.

"What the hell! You young demon, where did you get such profound lightness skill at your age?!

Sword Formation! Withdraw!"

Xiao Han was too fast, slippery as an eel all over. After half an hour of continuous pursuit, maintaining so many flying swords was wearing even Yan Chixia's deep cultivation thin.

No choice—Yan Chixia recalled his swords and switched to Palm Thunder attacks!

"Heaven and Earth Have No Limits, Borrowing the Law of Heaven and Earth!"

Biting his finger, he drew two blood Taiji symbols on his palms, chanted the Magic Incantation, and hurled Palm Thunders at Xiao Han like they cost nothing.

"Ha! Hah! Ha! Hah!"

"Die!"

"Don't run!"

"Fuck! Yan Chixia, are you using Palm Thunder like an AK47—are you out of your mind?!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"I take it back, I take it back—this isn't an AK47, this is an AK47 version of a Grenade Launcher, dammit!"

Yan Chixia's barrage left the great forest a wreck—trees snapped in half, wood chips flying everywhere.

Countless birds took flight in alarm. Rabbits, foxes, mice, and other animals fled as well.

If some clueless passerby saw this scene, they'd think it was a vicious brute chasing down an innocent youth.

And Xiao Han, hounded by dozens of Palm Thunders Yan Chixia fired off in just three minutes, was starting to lose his temper, even though he needed Yan Chixia's help.

"Stop! I have something to say!"

He kicked off the ground, leaped far ahead, then spun around and thrust out a hand, shouting at the bearded man before him.

"Halt!!!"

"Huff—huff—

Kid, still trying to talk your way out?"

After chasing so long, even Yan Chixia was tired. He bent over, hands on his knees, panting.

And with a huge Sword Case on his back, plus a Dharma Bow and a quiver of Dharma Swords, movement was already hard. That he'd kept up this long was thanks to the Martial Path skills he'd honed chasing criminals before he took up cultivation.

"We're both exhausted—can we just stop and rest? Huff—huff—" Xiao Han was also bent over, sweat pouring down his forehead, one hand on his knee, the other trembling slightly as he waved at Yan Chixia.

In fact, by this moment, Kai Dad's out-of-combat passive had already taken effect.

Feeling the fatigue gradually fading from his body, Xiao Han shook his head with a smirk. Yan Chixia's Daoist magic might be profound, but it couldn't hold up for long.

"Fine! I won't chase, you little bastard! Don't you dare run, huff—huff—"

The big bearded man straightened up, glaring viciously at Xiao Han. "You demon, you'd better give me a reason not to kill you, or else I'll stake my life today to rid the world of this great scourge!"

"Yan Chixia! You call me a demon, but take a look—is the technique I cultivate demonic?!"

As he spoke, Xiao Han released the Dou Qi aura imbued with the Zhenyuan characteristics of his Danyuan Technique.

Yan Chixia focused his gaze. Xiao Han's Zhenyuan was balanced and righteous, faintly carrying an aura of noble spirit—where was the cold, sinister, and off-kilter feel of demonic evil arts?

Unless he was blind, even a Daoist Newbie just starting out could tell this was a legitimate Mysterious Sect Magic Formula! And an exceptionally impressive one at that.

But eyes could deceive sometimes. Yan Chixia snorted coldly. "This could be some kind of illusion you're pulling. When I rushed over just now, I could sense an extremely terrifying Demonic Qi dissipating from you from afar—that can't be faked!"

"Namah siddha, siddha, su siddha, siddha kara, raya kuyan, samama siri, aja ma siddha svaha..."

Facing Yan Chixia's doubt, Xiao Han expressionlessly pulled out the Immovable King Mantra from his Four-Dimensional Butt and recited it word by word.

Looking at the Buddhist scripture that was in no way inferior to his own Diamond Sutra, Yan Chixia also wore a look of utter disbelief.

Damn! Since when could Demon Sect scoundrels also cultivate Buddhist Sect great arts? Weren't they afraid of the attribute clash killing them?

Even more shocking, after finishing the Immovable King Mantra, Xiao Han used the scripture's Buddhist light to scan his entire body. Aside from a slightly rosier complexion, he suffered not a single scratch, and his vitality even seemed improved.

If those Demonic Cultivators were hit in the face by that Buddhist light from this scripture, even if not severely injured, they'd be extremely uncomfortable.

After using the Immovable King Mantra to verify his identity, Xiao Han turned to the bearded man and said, "Hero Yan, the Immovable King Mantra just now should prove I'm not a Demon Sect cultivator, right?"

Seeing Xiao Han scan himself for verification, Yan Chixia was already mostly convinced. He wasn't a suspicious person by nature, but the Demonic Qi that had leaked from Xiao Han just now was far too terrifying—he had to be cautious.

Drawing the Xuanyuan Sword and walking toward Xiao Han, Yan Chixia looked the Black-Clad Youth up and down. "Kid, I have one last question.

I believe what you said just now, but what about that terrifying Demonic Qi that erupted from you earlier?"

Xiao Han rolled his eyes. If you believed me, you wouldn't have drawn the Xuanyuan Sword when you got close.

So Xiao Han lowered his head in thought, flipped through the script in his mind, then quickly adjusted his expression, pretending to let out a long sigh.

When he looked up again, his face bore a look of unbearable memories.

"Hero Yan, would you be willing to hear a story?"

"Spit it out."

Xiao Han stood with his hands behind his back, turning away from Yan Chixia, a wave of sorrow radiating from him.

"The story begins fourteen years ago.

My hometown is a place called Muye Daozhe Village. For generations, they cultivated the Dao there. Over a thousand years, countless great Daoist masters emerged from Muye Daozhe Village.

And speaking of Muye Daozhe Village, I have to mention its founder—a Daoist cultivator born with a celestial body. I don't know his secular name, only that he was called by the title Daoist Immortal

—Master Zhujian.

That master wasn't just a Daoist disciple; his Buddhist cultivation was also extraordinary!

He combined Buddhist techniques in his training, and his power was earth-shattering! In the end, cultivating both Buddhism and Daoism, and merging the Daoist Yimu Technique, he manifested the Buddhist Dharma form, the Thousand-Hand Buddha—truly unprecedented and unmatched!

He was nicknamed 'Thousand-Hand Zhujian'!

And the source of my Demonic Qi is a Demonic Weapon sealed by this Master Zhujian over a thousand years ago—the 'Demon Armor'!"