Si Taixu chose to compromise with Jiang Shu, expressing his willingness to give up Golden Whip Cliff and cultivate elsewhere with Wu Li.
"We only ask that Reverend Jiang grant us a little time to gather our belongings." Si Taixu's words were steeped in helplessness and desolation.
Then he turned to Shi Feiyang. "May I ask this fellow Daoist's Daoist name? Could you be one of the senior elders of Reverend Jiang's school?"
He had realized that Shi Feiyang's magical power was terrifyingly high—high enough to plunge him into despair. Even if he and Wu Li twisted themselves into a single rope, they would still be no match for him. He certainly did not seem like some unknown junior.
Shi Feiyang gave his name, and Si Taixu was astonished. "So you are Reverend Shi, who swept clean Buddha Light Mountain, shattered Wheel-Turning Temple, and slew One-Lamp Old Demon! No wonder you possess such divine abilities and magical power! Forgive my discourtesy! There is certainly no shame in losing to a venerable master like you!"
Although he frequently remained in his cave cultivating in seclusion, the Himalayas were not far away. He had heard all about the enormous upheaval Shi Feiyang had caused there.
Gan Shenzhu held his spider wife in his arms and wept. Earlier, the spider had been cursing and demanding that her husband avenge her, but now that she had heard Shi Feiyang's illustrious name, she too fell silent.
Seeing that master and disciples knew when to yield, Shi Feiyang said, "What are you crying for? Isn't it just a few lost legs and pincers and a hole through the belly? It's nothing serious."
He told Zhu Changyuan to use the Yin-Yang Creation Spirit Adhesive to reattach the spider's legs and pincers. Zhu Changyuan had previously taken the