The father saw his son still lived and drew his Seven Wolves belt (II)

Ahead, Xu Yuanhuai, who was shielding his sister from the blade's energy, suddenly turned around and saw his father arrive, both surprised and delighted.

"Father, what brings you here?"

The aloof young man quickly went to greet him.

Ji Xuan simply smiled and called out "Imperial Preceptor," showing no surprise whatsoever, as if he had known he would come.

Xu Pingfeng scrutinized his second son and smiled:

"Excellent, your cultivation has improved again; reaching the fourth rank is just around the corner."

Receiving his father's praise, Xu Yuanhuai's stern face broke into a smile, looking as content as a child.

Xu Yuanshuang's eyes flashed as she observed the figure in white, and she said in astonishment:

"Father, you're not the real one."

The father before me had a strange aura, not the kind of aura a normal person should have.

"It's just a puppet clone. The supervisor is watching outside Yunzhou, so my real body can't come. I used the magical Law Artifact left by the Heavenly Gu Elder to deceive the supervisor's Qi-Watching Technique with the 'Star Shift' method."

Xu Pingfeng gave a brief explanation, his gaze sweeping over Xu Yuanshuang before turning to Ji Xuan, and said:

Are you ready?

Xu Yuanshuang suddenly realized that the magical Law Artifact and methods used by Warlock System to conceal the secrets of heaven were no longer effective against those at the level of her father and the supervisor.

To deceive the supervisor, it is necessary to use methods from other systems.

But since Father's true form didn't come, does it mean that the Supervisor has already identified Father, and even the Heavenly Gu Elder's methods cannot deceive everyone?

Ji Xuan did not answer immediately. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, seemingly trying to calm himself down.

"Be prepared at all times, Imperial Advisor."

Xu Yuanshuang and her brother looked at their father and Ji Xuan with curiosity.

Xu Pingfeng nodded in satisfaction, his fingers swiftly drawing patterns in the air. One by one, array patterns containing the Principle of heaven and earth appeared, landing orderly on various parts of the Wind-Riding Boat, attached to the deck, mast, and hull.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Wind-Riding Boat was covered with array patterns.

Xu Yuanshuang opened her beautiful eyes wide, trying hard to memorize the incomprehensible runes. For Warlock, these scribbles-like runes were the greatest treasures.

After Xu Pingfeng finished setting up the formation, Xu Yuanshuang couldn't help but ask:

"Father, what kind of formation is this?"

He actually had to carve it himself.

Before Warlock can advance to the fourth rank, they will go through a long process of "memorizing the array".

The so-called "memorizing formations" means memorizing all the formations you can control. Once you advance to the fourth rank, those formations imprinted in your mind will become second nature.

When activated, the formation is formed with a single thought.

The Bureau of Astronomy has two major array manuals, "Heavenly Gang" and "Di Sha," containing a total of 108 major arrays, each of which is further divided into a dozen or more smaller arrays.

At the age of seventeen, Xu Yuanshuang's ability to memorize two major formations almost caused her hairline to recede.

But she knew that Warlock of her father's caliber had long since mastered the "Heavenly Gang" and "Earthly Fiend" formations, and could cast them at will.

The array formations that he could personally inscribe must be of an extremely profound nature.

"What kind of formation?" Xu Pingfeng looked at his daughter and smiled.

"This is the formation that your father used to steal the fate of the Great Feng Kingdom. Of course, compared with that world-shaking formation, this formation is a product of simplification."

"Its only function is to gather fortune."

The "knife," transformed from the old scoundrel, struck the surface of the golden bell, its sharp sound echoing through the sky.

Xu Qi'an was not far from the battlefield and was the first to be hit. He instantly lost his hearing and experienced ringing in his ears.

Those on the south peak were also suffering from tinnitus, which made them painfully cover their ears, leaving them with no energy to think about the next move in the battle or the changing situation.

"Click!"

After a brief standoff of about ten seconds, a crack appeared on the surface of the golden clock.

At the same time, the old scoundrel's "one-hit wonder" was exhausted.

The majestic and imposing golden body gave him no chance to strike a second time. The arm holding the golden sword swung, bringing the sword down.

The martial artist's premonition of danger prompted him to dodge; the old scoundrel blurred into a blur and dodged to the side.

Splash!

Amidst the sound of the mountain collapsing, the divine sword cleaved through large swathes of rolling rocks. This strike had no fluctuations in energy, yet the main peak of Quanrong Mountain appeared as nothing more than a sand dune before it.

It can be easily overthrown.

At this moment, Asura Vajra seized the opportunity and retreated to the shoulder of the Vajra Dharma Image.

There is no safer place than here.

The sword slashed through the air, and before it could be sheathed, a golden cudgel came crashing down on his head.

"Boom!"

Countless fragments of rock exploded, completely shattering the main peak of Quanrong Mountain, making it shorter.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the keen sense of danger that comes with martial arts, the old scoundrel moved like a nimble cockroach, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

The Vajra Dharma Image's twenty-four arms drew their bows simultaneously, raining down swords, clubs, and other weapons.

The impact sent rocks flying through the air, and the main peak of Quanrong Mountain cracked repeatedly, sending thousands of tons of soil and rocks flying out.

Boom!

The golden staff crashed down, shattering the old scoundrel's figure, and his true form appeared on the staff, which was as thick as a giant tree.

Thump, thump, thump. He ran wildly along the stick toward the statue of Buddha, which was taller than the mountain peak.

He ran faster and faster, like a whistling blade, distorting the surrounding air.

The blade pointed directly at the center of the Vajra image's brow.

Snap!

The Vajra Dharma Image slapped its two giant hands together, as if swatting a fly, sending the old scoundrel flying into the air.

The next moment, his hands trembled violently and he could not bring them together.

After a few seconds of stalemate, a dull thud resounded as both palms were blasted apart, the old scoundrel bursting out, his body covered in blood, his limbs twisted in a bizarre way, and his chest caved in.

The physique of a second-rank martial artist was shattered by a single blow from the Dharma Image.

The Vajra Dharma Form gave him no chance to breathe, knowing that such an attack would hardly kill a superhuman martial artist with tenacious vitality, and a fierce attack followed one after another.

The golden statue, hundreds of feet tall, radiated countless rays of Buddha's light, turning the surrounding area of Quanrong Mountain golden.

Its aura was more terrifying than the abyss, causing all living beings within the area illuminated by the Buddha's light to tremble in fear and prostrate themselves on the ground.

"Cao, Alliance Leader Cao, what's going on?"

Fu Jingmen knelt on both knees, trembling all over, her head bowed.

Sweat rolled down Cao Qingyang's forehead as he also prostrated himself on the ground in an unseemly manner, as if in worship.

With his near-transcendent cultivation level, he shouldn't be in such a bad state. However, he was seriously injured and in extremely poor condition after a fierce battle, so he wasn't much better off than Fu Jingmen and the others.

"Is it... a legendary Arhat? A Bodhisattva?"

Qiao Weng, the president of the Jianzhou Chamber of Commerce, trembled with thick lips as he uttered intermittent guesses.

The ancestor was already a second-rank martial artist, so the fact that he could suppress him meant that this Dharma image must be some kind of Arhat or Bodhisattva. Vajra is a third-rank martial artist, and it's impossible for a third-rank martial artist to suppress a second-rank martial artist. This is a very simple deduction.

His words only fueled the panic among the members of the martial arts alliance.

Why would an Arhat or Bodhisattva appear here?

Why would Buddhist School go to such great lengths to deal with the martial arts alliance?

Xu Yinluo is seriously injured and unable to fight anymore. Can the old ancestor win alone?

One question after another arose in everyone's mind, bringing trepidation, tension, fear, and unease.

Cao Qingyang remained silent, his expression grave, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

From the moment the two Vajra appeared, he knew that Sun Xuanji was hiding something from him and obscuring the enemy's intelligence.

However, because Xu Yinluo fought against three opponents and defeated the Rain Master of the Witch God Sect, demonstrating his extraordinary combat power, the Ancestor later broke through his cultivation level, advanced to the second rank, and perfectly controlled the situation.

He didn't take it to heart.

He assumed that he was not qualified enough, and Sun Xuanji did not have the patience to explain in detail.

Even now, seeing this terrifying and unparalleled Dharma form descend, Cao Qingyang couldn't help but begin to suspect that Sun Xuanji's deliberate concealment wasn't out of disdain, but rather because even this second disciple of the Supervisor didn't have absolute confidence in victory.

Revealing the truth is just a way of predicting the worst.

As the battle to capture the mountain has progressed, both sides have revealed their trump cards one after another, and the back-and-forth has completely exceeded the limits of Cao Qingyang's imagination.

He was even afraid that the enemy might have even stronger backup plans.

Just when I feared most, Xiao Yuenu's scream suddenly echoed in my ears:

"Who is that?!"

Cao Qingyang and the others barely managed to look up. In the distance, the ancestor was still locked in battle with the Dharma Image, and there was nothing unusual.

A second later, everyone realized that Xiao Yuenu was referring to Xu Qi'an's group.

Having obtained Buddhist School information from Bai Ji and possessing a thorough understanding of the Dharma forms controlled by the existing First-Rank Bodhisattvas, Xu Qi'an had a vague guess in his mind.

However, since no one has verified it, it cannot be confirmed.

"This is the Vajra Dharma Form!"

A gentle, familiar voice came from not far behind.

In an instant, Xu Qi'an had a kind of shock reaction—he turned around and unleashed a full-force basic attack!

But he forcibly suppressed the impulse, because he did not sense any hostility or murderous intent from the other party.

Therefore, the martial artist's premonition of crisis received no response.

Xu Qi'an calmly regained his senses and saw a figure in white standing in mid-air with his hands behind his back, gazing at him with gentle eyes.

This person's facial features bear some resemblance to both himself and his second uncle.

Xu Pingfeng!

Having seen through his unfilial behavior, Xu Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief and sneered:

"A mere clone dares to talk back to me."

Don't panic, don't panic. His main body is being watched by the supervisor. He can't get through. Xu Qi'an is focused on sensing the situation and is not careless at all.

"It was precisely because of this clone that I was able to suppress my hostility towards you. I came here to say a few words to you."

Xu Pingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his smile gentle.

His tone was gentle and calm, as if the relationship between the two was not one of father and son parting with laughter, but rather one of fatherly love and son smiling.

"There's nothing between us to say."

Xu Qi'an held the Taiping Blade in his left hand and the Zhenguo Sword in his right.

Xu Pingfeng turned his head and looked at the old scoundrel who was retreating in the distance, and laughed:

"The Vajra Dharma Form is unparalleled in both offense and defense. A single drop of its Essence Blood contains the power of the Bodhisattva Garuda and his understanding of the Vajra Dharma Form. It should be known that the reason Garuda became the Bodhisattva with the greatest combat power in Buddhist School is precisely because of this Vajra Dharma Form."

"Why is Shenshu so powerful? It's because of his Vajra Dharma Form."

"This is not something an old man who has just entered the second rank can defeat."

He was indirectly telling me that the divine form revealed by Shenshu was the Vajra form! It was just that there had been some variations. Xu Qi'an remained silent, his mind racing as he pondered the purpose of Xu Pingfeng's appearance.

After offering a brief comment, Xu Pingfeng withdrew his gaze, no longer focusing on the battle, and said:

"Ningyan, we've been father and son, I'll give you one last chance."

"I'm willing to accept you. You'll come back to Yunzhou with me, and all past grievances will be wiped clean. I'll find a way to remove the Demon-Sealing Nails for you."

"As for the royal family, you don't need to worry. As long as you swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao not to claim the throne, they will be delighted to have you join them."

"As you know, reclaiming the nation's destiny doesn't necessarily require extracting it. Recruiting you into our ranks can also strengthen the fortune of Qianlong City."

Xu Qi'an stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled:

"If recruiting me would have been just as effective, why did you try to kill me in the first place?"

Xu Pingfeng sighed:

"You've grown too fast. It's only been a little over a year since you rose to power. Recruiting you is too risky, especially given your unyielding nature. Would you be willing to betray the Great Feng?"

Xu Qi'an stared at him like a fool:

"Now I'm willing?"

Xu Pingfeng said:

"The Great Feng Dynasty is in turmoil, and the people are suffering terribly—you have seen all of this. I have come to see you today, also because of your character."

"I will soon start an uprising. With the help of Buddhist School, the mountain that is Master Jianzheng will no longer be unshakable. Join Qianlong City and overthrow the corrupt dynasty together so that the people can live a good life."

"Ningyan, this is what I wanted to see, and it's the goal you've always strived for. Your shared destiny with the Great Feng is also easy to resolve."

"After cultivating with Luo Yuheng, you are already at the mid-stage of the third rank, and the peak of the third rank is just around the corner. At that time, if you seize Mu Nanzhi's spiritual essence, you will be able to step into the second rank."

"Do you still remember what I said to you in the capital that day? If you can achieve harmony with the Dao, you will not die because the nation's destiny has been drained."

Xu Qi'an remained silent, offering no response.

Xu Pingfeng continued:

"To save your life, your mother betrayed her Lineage and secretly went to the capital to give birth to you."

"For the past twenty years, she has been under house arrest in Qianlong City, unable to leave even for a moment. Although she hasn't said it outright, I know she misses you dearly and has been secretly trying to find out about you through Yuan Shuang."

"Watching you grow step by step, making a name for yourself, I've seen more and more smiles on your face over the past year or so."

"Yuan Shuang and Yuan Huai are your siblings. Because of me, they harbor some hostility towards you, but even Yuan Huai is just Qi Ingestion of you. He doesn't truly hate you."

"If you are willing to give up your conflict with me and submit to Qianlong City, everything you have now will remain the same. You will also have a mother, a sister, a brother, and Yunzhou."

"Once the great undertaking of dominating the Central Plains is completed, Yunzhou will be renamed Xuzhou. You are my eldest son, and Xuzhou will belong to you, to your lineage."

And then have a descendant who lives off the family's past achievements, only to complain and criticize the family after receiving their share?

Xu Qi'an said calmly:

What if I disagree?

Xu Pingfeng slowly wiped the smile off his face, his gaze sweeping down with disdain:

"You're so afraid, I can't sleep at night."

He disdained sarcasm and ridicule, yet those words were the most sarcastic in the world.

You're so afraid of me that you can't eat or sleep well. I, as the stronger one, extend an olive branch to you. Shouldn't you, as the weaker one, feel honored, fortunate, and relieved?

PS: May the Year of the Ox bring you boundless good fortune!