Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Battle with the Five-Path Demon.

"You despicable wretch, still claiming you're not an evil spirit?"Yi Chen's eyes shone as he saw the 'steward' Wang, surrounded by swirling black qi, and his face couldn't help but light up with glee.

"Lin Baihu, you and your colleagues maintain the formation well. Don't let this evil spirit escape at all costs."

"Together with Daoist White Crane, I will join the battle to ensure a swift and overwhelming victory for us all."

"Daoist White Crane, we righteous path cultivators need not speak of morals when dealing with such crooked demons. Let's take them on together."

Yi Chen's eyes were sharp; the commotion in the front courtyard was so loud, it had naturally alerted the white-haired, youthful-looking Daoist White Crane to come and check. Yi Chen immediately seized the opportunity and invited him with a determined expression. Your journey continues at M V L

He, Taoist Yi Chengzi, had been fighting a bloody battle at the forefront, while his counterpart, Daoist White Crane, thought to hide behind and take advantage of the situation with platitudes—that was wishful thinking.

The mind of Taoist Yi Chengzi was not broad, but he certainly had the strength and means to ensure a dire outcome for the other. seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

For instance, by throwing him into the fray.

As soon as these words were spoken, the pressure suddenly shifted to Daoist White Crane.

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on Daoist White Crane.

Watching the intense scrutiny from the surrounding crowd, Daoist White Crane knew that if he did not step forward today, his reputation would be tarnished greatly.

Previously, he had looked down on the honest Yi Taoist, but with just one sentence, Yi Taoist had cornered him. He saw a fierce light flashing in the young man's eyes, indicating that if he didn't step in, Yi Chen might just drag him into the formation.

When the inevitable outcome of a situation cannot be changed no matter how one struggles, it is best to accept it promptly—this way, the loss is minimized.

For example, when someone wants to borrow money or asks you for a favor, and you know you cannot refuse in the end, it's best to commit right away without hesitation, effectively granting the favor.

Beating around the bush when you ultimately can't change the result only increases your loss—you may give out the tangible benefit, but the goodwill is not achieved, leaving you at a disadvantage.

Being a seasoned veteran of the world, Daoist White Crane was well aware of these principles. Seeing that the looks from both Madam Wang and Family Head Wang also turned towards him, he decisively drew the Peach Wood Sword from behind him.

With a swipe of his palm over the blade of the Peach Wood Sword, bright red blood instantly seeped into the sword.

The Peach Wood Sword, nourished by his blood, instantly turned blood red, as if it were a glowing hot iron bar. With a flourish of his sword, Daoist White Crane leaped into the formation with a stomping leap, drawing praises from the crowd.

"With the venerable immortal here, we have nothing to worry about."

"Though Taoist Yi Chengzi has discerning eyes, when it comes to exorcising demons and subduing evil, we must rely on the old master."

"It's clear when a master makes a move—Daoist White Crane using his own blood to boost the power of the Peach Wood Sword clearly means he's furious. Let's just sit back and enjoy the show."

In just two short days, the charming and approachable Daoist White Crane had already cultivated a following within the Wang mansion.

Perhaps spurred on by the excited words of the onlookers, Daoist White Crane felt his courage surge, and the searing red glow on his Peach Wood Sword even extended by two centimeters.

"Though I am advanced in years, my blade is still sharp!"

"Evil fiend, behold my sword."

With a roar of anger, Daoist White Crane took the lead, brandishing the Peach Wood Sword directly at 'steward' Wang's head.

This scene caused Yi Chen's expression to change dramatically.

"Damn it, what a fool—how dare he?"

Yi Chen had felt something was wrong the moment the man smeared blood on the sword; it was a definite sign of unorthodox methods.

Even among unorthodox techniques, it was one of the more mediocre ones.

He knew Daoist White Crane was incompetent, but he had not anticipated that one could be so incompetent and yet so bold at the same time.

Yi Chen only meant for Daoist White Crane to embarrass himself, not to get him killed.

Cursing inwardly, Yi Chen flicked the Dragon-Slaying Sword and silently struck at 'steward' Wang as well.

The so-called techniques, sword moves, martial arts maneuvers, are merely shortcuts devised by those who cannot fully comprehend the mysteries within themselves, who fail to completely excavate the divine treasures of their physical bodies.

With True Pure Yang Skill at the level Yi Chen has now achieved, he is no longer confined by form; the strength throughout his body has been polished to smooth perfection, and every movement, every step he takes, exudes the overwhelming power of dragon and elephant.

A deep purple Pure Yang Inner Qi courses through his entire body, unrestrained and flamboyant, causing even the hem of Yi Chen's Taoist robe to flutter slightly with vigor.

In this slash, Yi Chen unified his body, mind, and spirit as one; the air around the blade of his sword rippled and cleaved like water waves, a sight that even the well-traveled Wu Tong Demon couldn't help but show a slight change in color.

"Haha, what a Yi Chengzi, truly a force to be reckoned with."

"This Wang family is blind to the pearl before them, failing to recognize the True Dragon."

A sudden red line split open right at the middle of the brow on the body inhabited by the Wu Tong Demon, spreading rapidly downward from the center of the forehead with the precision of a protractor's calculation.

Five thick, black tentacles emerged abruptly from the line, tearing the body of Wang the housekeeper apart as if pushing open a door.

Rip!

Red, white, blue, yellow, green—all spilled onto the ground.

A deformed monster with five tentacles emerged into the view of all present.

Its body was covered in festering sores, littered with bizarrely shaped tumors, and had two incredibly thick and robust legs, like a mutated giant frog thriving on nuclear waste water thrice a day.

Unlike a frog, however, its jaws were lined with countless sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight with a cold gleam.

A ghostly aura, even more potent than before, began to permeate the air.

"Remember my name, Taoist, my name is Wu Tong Demon!"

With a roar, one of the Wu Tong Demon's tentacles, like an iron whip, lashed directly onto the Peach Wood Sword of Daoist Bai He, with no regard for the red glow that enveloped it.

Another tentacle smashed toward Daoist Bai He's chest.

The remaining three intertwined in the air, merging into an even larger 'iron whip' to counter the Dragon-Slaying Sword wielded by Yi Chen.

Boom!

An invisible ripple emanated from the point of contact, spreading outward, forcing the Wu Tong Demon to stagger backward four steps. Meanwhile, Daoist Bai He was sent flying, his blood scattering across the sky.

"Daoist Bai He, stop engaging, and stand aside to use your 'Bean Soldiers' magic, support me in formation."

Yi Chen could not help himself and admonished Daoist Bai He lying on the ground with a potbellied voice.

Some people really are all bark and no bite.

Yi Chen once more wielded the Dragon-Slaying Sword to counter the flurry of tentacles from the Wu Tong Demon.

"But I don't know how to perform the 'Bean Soldiers' magic."

"Then use your fireball magic!" hollered Yi Chen, looking back.

"I don't know that one either."

"Damn it, if you don't know them, how dare you ask me if I knew these spells before? You son of a bitch, what can you actually do?"

Yi Chen was feeling a bit frustrated; this guy could puff himself up even more than him.

"Is knowing how to find dragon veins and acupoints with geomancy considered a skill?" Daoist Bai He struggled to stand up again.

"Get lost!"

Yi Chen once again swept away the tentacles of the Wu Tong Demon, standing sword in hand.

"Is this the best you can do, Taoist?" The Wu Tong Demon laughed through his teeth. One of its tentacles swept across the ground, picking up the two halves of the Peach Wood Sword it had earlier split in two and started to chew vigorously, with sparks flying from its mouth.