Displaying Divine Power with the Sword Control Technique, Illusory God Eyes

Demonic Taoist wants to open a Taoist temple?

Jiang Changsheng's eyes turned cold. He felt someone was pushing this from behind, and he immediately followed Qing Ku to investigate.

At the same time, at the foot of the mountain, disciples from both sides were confronting each other.

Qingxu Taoist Priest, Meng Qiushuang, and a group of disciples stood before a small bridge, while outside the mountain gate was also a group of Taoists. The leader was a middle-aged Taoist, thin and cunning-looking. He held his right hand behind his back, pinched his goatee with his left hand, and stared arrogantly at the Taoists of Dragon Arising Temple.

This middle-aged Taoist was the Demonic Taoist deeply favored by the emperor, calling himself Returning Yang Old Immortal. He had more than a dozen disciples, most of whom were children of powerful and wealthy families from Jing City.

Beside him was a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in purple, with exquisite clothes and a jade crown inlaid with pearls. His face was handsome, and it was clear at a glance that he had an extraordinary background.

Qingxu Taoist Priest said expressionlessly, "Fellow Taoist, are you really going to force Dragon Arising Temple to its death?"

Behind him, four disciples were being supported by other disciples, all of whom were injured and stared at the middle-aged Taoist with a mixture of shock and anger.

Returning Yang Old Immortal smiled and said, "How can it be forcing to death? Fellow Taoist Qingxu, give up this mountain. The disciples under your command are too weak. This humble Taoist suspects that you have not taught them seriously. If you have no heart to pass on martial arts, why occupy the mountain?"

As soon as he said this, his disciples began to clamor, each saying things more unpleasant than the last.

"Dragon Arising Temple should have been uprooted long ago. It's just that His Majesty is thinking of old times."

"That's right, Dragon Arising Temple has not contributed to the court in the slightest. Even the newly appointed Martial Arts Champion has abandoned Dragon Arising Temple."

"In my opinion, they are just a bunch of good-for-nothings, without any ability. Even His Majesty rarely comes here. It would be better for our master to take over and let a real immortal master preach."

"According to the rules of the martial world, if you are no match for us, you should give way, unless Dragon Arising Temple does not consider itself a martial arts sect."

"It's not that His Majesty went back on his word, it's just that Dragon Arising Temple is too useless and should give way."

Faced with the clamor, the disciples of Dragon Arising Temple were furious and retorted, and the two sides began a war of words.

Returning Yang Old Immortal raised his hand, and the disciples behind him immediately shut up.

Seeing this, Meng Qiushuang also told her junior brothers and sisters to stop. Continuing to curse would disgrace the image of Dragon Arising Temple.

Returning Yang Old Immortal said with a smile, "Does Fellow Taoist want to make a move? If you can defeat this humble Taoist, this humble Taoist will immediately go down the mountain, but if Fellow Taoist loses, according to the rules of the martial world, move the temple."

Qingxu Taoist Priest sighed and was about to speak when a voice came.

"I wonder what happens if someone dies in the sparring match?"

The disciples turned their heads to look. When they saw who it was, their expressions were greatly lifted, and their faces showed excitement. Senior Sister Meng Qiushuang also smiled.

Jiang Changsheng walked over slowly, with Qing Ku behind him, putting on airs and glaring at Returning Yang Old Immortal.

Returning Yang Old Immortal stared at Jiang Changsheng and asked with a smile, "Are you the Changsheng Taoist who killed the Ghost Eye Evil King at the age of fourteen? Your murderous aura is quite heavy."

The purple-clothed youth looked at Jiang Changsheng with a playful expression, wondering what he was thinking.

Jiang Changsheng held the hilt of the Taihang Sword in his right hand and held the Kirin Whisk diagonally in his left hand. He chuckled and said, "According to the rules of the martial world, martial artists spar, and life and death are determined by fate, isn't it?"

Returning Yang Old Immortal's true qi was only slightly stronger than Ghost Eye Evil King. If these two fought to the death, Ghost Eye Evil King might not lose.

However, since Qingxu Taoist Priest was poisoned, his true qi had been dissipating and he was no longer Returning Yang Old Immortal's opponent.

Returning Yang Old Immortal could not see through Jiang Changsheng's strength. He even felt that Jiang Changsheng was an ordinary person, but the record of killing Ghost Eye Evil King was there.

Just as Returning Yang Old Immortal was hesitating, his disciples began to instigate him. These disciples were all playboys who worshiped him as their teacher. Apart from blind worship, some were arranged by their elders, so they didn't care about his life or death at all.

Jiang Changsheng stared at Returning Yang Old Immortal playfully, not in a hurry at all.

Now it was Returning Yang Old Immortal's turn to be in a dilemma.

Returning Yang Old Immortal seemed arrogant and conceited, but in reality, he was very cautious, otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to become the emperor's favorite.

"Since you don't dare, then get lost!"

Qing Ku couldn't help but scold, and the other disciples followed suit with ridicule.

They were full of confidence in Jiang Changsheng, after all, they had witnessed the arrogant Ghost Eye Evil King being kicked to death by Jiang Changsheng, a memory still fresh in their minds.

Returning Yang Old Immortal revealed a smile and said, "Jing City is an important place, how can we talk about life and death? If I were to kill a fellow Taoist, that would be difficult to handle. Forget it, I'll come again next time."

With that, he raised his hand, preparing to tell his disciples to retreat.

Jiang Changsheng released his right hand from the sword hilt and sneered, "Is Dragon Arising Temple a place you can come and go as you please?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taihang Sword was suddenly unsheathed, the sword light shining, causing everyone to subconsciously close their eyes. Returning Yang Old Immortal was the same, and he felt a stinging pain, startling him to open his eyes.

The others only heard the sound of a sword blade piercing flesh. When they opened their eyes, they saw Returning Yang Old Immortal kneeling on the ground, while Jiang Changsheng was still standing in place, as if he hadn't made a move, but the Taihang Sword at his waist was gone.

The Dragon Arising Temple disciples were all dumbfounded, revealing expressions of disbelief, and even Qingxu Taoist Priest was moved.

The sound of air being torn apart followed. The Taihang Sword swept past the top of Returning Yang Old Immortal's head, cutting off a strand of hair, and autonomously flew back into the scabbard on Jiang Changsheng's waist.

Dragon Arising Temple was silent!

Everyone was stunned, even the purple-clothed youth was moved, staring blankly at Jiang Changsheng.

What kind of martial art was this?

Returning Yang Old Immortal widened his eyes, staring at Jiang Changsheng, his eyes bloodshot, and beads of cold sweat overflowing from his forehead. Just now, he had felt the aura of death, a feeling that reminded him of the chaotic times before the Jing Dynasty was established. Once, a bandit general wanted to behead him. At that time, the blade was not far from the back of his neck, and that chill was exactly the same as now.

Jiang Changsheng said expressionlessly, "Don't come near here again in the future."

The Taihang Sword pierced Returning Yang Old Immortal's shoulder and also severed some meridians, causing his true qi to dissipate. It would be difficult for him to recover in less than a year and a half.

Returning Yang Old Immortal gritted his teeth and said, "Help me leave!"

Faced with the terrifying Jiang Changsheng, he didn't even dare to utter a harsh word.

The disciples hurriedly helped him down the mountain, each of them extremely embarrassed, their livers and gallbladders shattered by Jiang Changsheng's Sword Control Technique.

Jiang Changsheng glanced at the purple-clothed youth. Behind this person were four guards, indicating that his identity was not simple. His sharp gaze startled the other party.

"Bold, do not be rude to the Second Prince!"

A guard shouted angrily, but his voice was a little trembling.

Jiang Changsheng's Sword Control Technique shattered his understanding.

Martial arts could be like this?

When Jiang Changsheng heard this, he cupped his fist towards the purple-clothed youth and said, "Does the Second Prince wish to be a guest?"

A prince vying for power with the fake crown prince.

Jiang Changsheng had heard Fourth Prince Jiang Yu say that Second Prince Jiang Ming was half a year younger than the crown prince. His mother was the younger sister of Hong Lie, the Great Jing's number one fierce general. After Cao Hupao rebelled, Hong Lie became the commander-in-chief of the three armies, his position comparable to a second-rank high official, even one person above ten thousand.

Hong Lie naturally supported the Second Prince, so the Second Prince's faction was also very powerful, not at all weaker than the Crown Prince. Who would ascend the throne in the future was still uncertain.

Jiang Ming stared intently at Jiang Changsheng and said, "Daoist Changsheng is truly remarkable. That sword technique just now was truly... miraculous. Although this prince has never roamed the martial world, I can still see Daoist Changsheng's prowess. This prince wishes to invite Daoist Changsheng to become a guest in my manor. In the future, I will strive for an official position for you, so you can enjoy the Great Jing's salary. As long as this prince is here, I will ensure Daoist Changsheng's life is worry-free. Whatever you desire, this prince will do my best to satisfy."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of Dragon Arising Temple looked at Jiang Changsheng with envy.

Previously, the Fourth Prince had already come to seek apprenticeship, and now the Second Prince had also come.

The Fourth Prince could not compare with the Second Prince!

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "Thank you for your high praise, Your Highness. Changsheng only wishes to comprehend the Dao in this temple. My greatest pursuit is my Daoist title. The worldly glory and wealth are irrelevant to me."

Jiang Ming stepped forward, warmly grasped Jiang Changsheng's hand, and began to say all kinds of beautiful words. His words sounded like flattery, but his status was different, and the effect of his words was different.

Jiang Changsheng responded politely, not wanting to directly offend the Second Prince.

The Martial Arts Champion of last year had already joined Jiang Ming's faction. Jiang Ming did not lack civil and military officials, but he lacked experts like Jiang Changsheng.

No matter how eloquently he spoke, Jiang Changsheng still politely declined. Jiang Ming was regretful, but not angry. Instead, he instructed his subordinates, "From today onwards, Daoist Changsheng of Dragon Arising Temple is this prince's friend. Go back and tell Returning Yang Old Immortal not to come looking for trouble again, and also tell the entire Jing City that whoever dares to provoke Daoist Changsheng is disrespecting this prince."

"Yes!"

The four guards immediately responded.

Jiang Ming smiled at Jiang Changsheng, then turned and left.

After the five people left, the disciples of Dragon Arising Temple immediately surrounded him, all extremely excited.

Qingxu Taoist Priest didn't say much and turned to leave.

Meng Qiushuang walked up to Jiang Changsheng and said, "Junior Brother Changsheng, you have saved the temple once again."

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "What are you saying, Senior Sister? I am also a member of Dragon Arising Temple. Compared to Senior Sister's daily work, I am nothing."

Meng Qiushuang showed an approving smile. She was filled with emotion. The little child from back then was now supporting Dragon Arising Temple. Time really flew by.

After dealing with his fellow disciples, Jiang Changsheng quickly returned to his room.

[Kaiyuan 17th year, the Demonic Taoist Returning Yang Old Immortal attacked. You repelled him. You survived a disaster. You have received a survival reward - the spell 'Illusory God Eyes']

Jiang Changsheng looked at the prompt in front of him, feeling very happy.

Someone causing trouble was actually a good thing, as it allowed him to constantly become stronger.

As his spiritual energy increased and the gap between him and martial artists widened, the pressure he felt was far less than before. Even if an army surrounded Dragon Arising Temple tomorrow, he would not be afraid. As long as he used the Sword Control Technique, who in the entire Jing City could stop him?

After inheriting the memories of the Illusory God Eyes, Jiang Changsheng was amazed at how terrifying these Illusory God Eyes were.

After mastering the Illusory God Eyes, as long as one made eye contact with someone, one could alter their memories. This process would consume spiritual energy based on the amount of information being altered. The target must also have a lower cultivation level than oneself, otherwise it would be easily seen through, and it would also cause backlash to the caster.

A divine skill!

However, he would have to practice it to know how practical it was.

Jiang Changsheng became excited and began to cultivate the Illusory God Eyes.

In the following month, Jiang Ming sent people five times, each time bringing generous gifts, including food, medicinal herbs, books, jade, etc. This matter also spread throughout Jing City.

Jiang Changsheng knew what Jiang Ming meant. He had to get on this ship whether he wanted to or not!

Unfortunately, he greatly underestimated Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Changsheng naturally accepted these generous gifts and then passed them on to the Dragon Arising Temple.

More than half a month had passed since the fifth gift-giving, and Jiang Changsheng received shocking news.

Jiang Ming was assassinated and seriously injured!