The Monk and the Daoist

And so, despite Richard's efforts to keep the flying saucer from going too fast, they arrived outside the Capital City in just over ten minutes.

The mad monk and the lame Daoist priest, who were practicing in a dilapidated temple on a remote mountain near the Capital City, didn't have time to react.

Richard and his entourage descended from the sky and stood before the two men.

The Great Mahamaya and the Misty Perfected One exchanged a glance. This person's behavior suggested ill intent. It seemed things wouldn't end well today.

"May I ask, fellow Daoists, what brings you here?" The Great Mahamaya stepped forward, looked at the distinguished Richard and his companions, and asked.

Richard himself was considered to have a rather ordinary demeanor among the group.

The auras of the sword spirits were simply too strong, especially Canglan, who was originally High-level Divine Artifact spirit with the attribute of Destruction.

It possesses both the sharpness of a sword and the aura of annihilation, and has never known the meaning of concealment.

It's obvious at a glance that he's no ordinary person.

This left both the Great Mahamaya and the Misty Perfected One somewhat bewildered.

The number of immortals and gods in the celestial realm is finite. They may not say they know them all, but they certainly recognize them all.

I've never seen these people before. Where are they from?

Surely they're not so senile as to forget all of these distinguished individuals?

Besides, even if one of them forgot, it's impossible for both of them to have forgotten, right?

"Master, do you still remember me?" Daiyu stepped forward and asked the Lame-Headed Monk.

"Who are you?" The Great Mahamaya, somewhat bewildered.

"The Lin Family, the Imperial Salt Inspector of Jiangnan, Lin Daiyu. Do you remember her, Master?" Lin Daiyu asked, staring into his eyes.

"Ah, it's Jiangzhu—" He only managed to utter two words before realizing he couldn't continue. What if these clearly extraordinary beings opposite him had designs on Fairy Crimson Pearl?

"Is it the Crimson Pearl Immortal Herb?" Daiyu continued his question.

"How did you know?" Before the Great Mahamaya could answer, the Misty Perfected One behind him asked in shock.

Only then did they begin to seriously observe Lin Daiyu.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that something was seriously wrong.

Oh my god, this is going to be a disaster! Fairy Crimson Pearl has actually embarked on the path of cultivation.

Does that mean the originally planned scripts can't be done?

The Limp-Footed Daoist couldn't help but look at the mad monk; Lin Daiyu was under this monk's care.

He couldn't help but grumble inwardly, "Is this monk blind? The main character has been cultivating for so long, how come he didn't notice at all? What's going on?"

Now I'm in trouble with Fairy Jinghuan.

Not only will the monk be punished, but he won't escape either. After all, they were acting together.

"Won't the two masters give me an explanation? What exactly is this so-called past life and present life? And what is this so-called 'predestined relationship between wood and stone'?"

And what is your purpose?

"Why are you two so busy, spending all your time with the noble families of the mortal world?" Daiyu pressed on.

"Alas, there are some things that Fairy Crimson Pearl should not know. This is for your own good. Sometimes ignorance is a blessing. Amitabha, well said." The Lame-Headed Monk said with a bitter face.

"Is that so? What if I insist on knowing?" Daiyu persisted.

Is ignorance a blessing? To die in ignorance? That would certainly be a blessing, at least you wouldn't have to endure suffering, right?

"Then we'll have to ask Fairy Crimson Pearl for her expert advice."

"Don't think you'll become powerful after just a few days of cultivation." The Limp-Footed Daoist's attitude hardened.

He turned around and was about to take action.

"So, who among you will play with them?" Richard turned to the sword spirits and asked.

"I want to fight them!" Xiao Yao exclaimed eagerly.

"You? You're going to fight about this? What's the point of you fighting them?"

Let Qinglin and the others try it out. They haven't been cultivating for very long either.

Richard didn't understand why Xiao Yao was jumping in. These two were quite ordinary in strength, and neither of them had even become immortals yet.

What's the point of bullying noobs?

It would be better to give it to Qinglin and the other sword spirits, so they can gain some combat experience.

"Okay, then let's give it to Sister Qinglin and the others." Xiao Yao hung her head, the baby was unhappy.

"Alright, you can have that Fairy Jinghuan, okay?" Richard said helplessly.

"Okay, it's a deal." Xiao Yao's expression immediately changed.

The expressions of the Great Mahamaya and the Misty Perfected One opposite them also changed.

"You even know about the Fairy Jinghuan?"

"Misty Perfected One said with a grim expression."

"It seems that Fairy Crimson Pearl has a special destiny. Could you tell me about it?" The Great Mahamaya looked at Richard and the others, and then said to Daiyu.

"This matter is of great importance; it's better if you, Master, don't know. Sometimes ignorance is a blessing." Daiyu also knew how to be sarcastic.

"You— Fairy Crimson Pearl, don't think you can be arrogant just because you have a few people of unknown origin backing you up. I advise you to come back with us. That way, Fairy Jinghuan might be a little lighter when she deals with you." The Limp-Footed Daoist's tone was not good.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's fight first." Canglan didn't want to waste words with them at all. With a wave of her hand, her true form, the Destruction Divine Sword, appeared in her hand.

An intense aura of Destruction pressed down on both the Great Mahamaya and the Misty Perfected One, and the true meaning of annihilation made them feel as if the entire world would be destroyed in the next instant.

Although the sword spirits were all without cultivation when Richard enlightened them, their true forms were Divine Artifact far more robust than the physical bodies of God Level experts.

Therefore, they possessed considerable fighting power from the moment they were born.

It's just a matter of improving one's cultivation and understanding of the Great Dao.

They did not follow the path to godhood in the Coiling Dragon World. Instead, they chose to merge with the Origin Dao of Richard's Origin World, becoming stronger by rapidly integrating with the corresponding Dao and comprehending the Great Dao.

They also studied some cultivation methods for corresponding attributes that Yang Chan uploaded later. Richard was not stingy with them and provided them with all kinds of cultivation resources, so their combat strength is now quite formidable.

With his longsword in hand, Canglan wasn't going to be polite with them.

Let's fight first and then talk.

Canglan, who was originally a spirit of the Destruction Divine Sword, naturally still follows the Path of Destruction.

He focused all his strength on attack.

With a single swing of his sword, the pure black blade sliced through the air, unleashing a torrent of powerful sword energy that surged toward the Monk and the Daoist opposite him.

The two men turned pale and quickly dodged.

The two of them managed to dodge the attack by simultaneously burrowing underground; they had some skill, but not much.

This place is close to the capital, which is not a good place for them to fight, especially since they cultivate techniques related to the mortal world, and are more subject to the constraints of the imperial way.

With a single strike of Canglan's sword, the dilapidated temple and the small hill behind it were leveled.

The Monk and the Daoist tried to escape by going underground, but Richard simply touched the ground, and the earth around them became harder than steel. Trying to run away underground? Did they even ask him first?

The mad monk and the lame Daoist priest had no choice but to crawl out of the ground again.

Fenglan beckoned, and a pale blue longbow appeared in her hand. This was her true form, Mid-level Divine Artifact that Richard's Wind Element Divine Clone had used for a period of time.

She drew her bow with her bare hands, and two long arrows with a blue halo were aimed at the two of them, ready to be released.

The two sensed the sharpness of the long arrow and then looked at the eager sword spirits of Canglan.

Qinglin and Lan Xi already had their swords in hand, ready to fight.

After exchanging another glance, the Lame-Headed Monk and the lame Daoist priest simply chose to surrender.

If they continue fighting, the outcome will be dire.

They wanted to live a little longer; they didn't want to meet the Daoist patriarch and the Buddha just like that.

At this point, there's no time to worry about betraying Fairy Jinghuan; survival is the priority.