The fierce wind howled.
Daoist Xuan He only felt the gale like a knife, cutting across his face.
As for that cultivator Fang Lang, who could carry him and still maintain such speed, surpassing the 'Nine Nether Demon Salamander' of his sect, it was clear he was a master of unorthodox paths, and Xuan He couldn't help but feel a bit of regret.
If he had known earlier that this person had such strength, he would never have angered him.
Even if they became enemies, he would have waited until returning to the sect to find an excuse to incite his elders to stand up for him, and he definitely wouldn't have ended up in this predicament.
'This person... must be a murderous talent in the unorthodox paths! Has he practiced to the point of losing his mind? How dare he ascend to attack the mountain gate of my Yuan Yin Temple?'
Daoist Xuan He thought of more.
'Regardless of how strong Fang Lang's Daoist Skills are, he will eventually be suppressed by the elders of the sect, but my life is probably forfeit, as well as my junior sister's...'
At this moment, his regret increased a hundredfold.
'Had I known, simply apologizing would have resolved the matter. How did it come to this point?'
It must be said that after showcasing his strength, at least Zhong Shenxiu had gained the qualification to be 'taken seriously' in this cultivator's heart.
He didn't know that Zhong Shenxiu had intentionally acted this way.
After all, Zhong Shenxiu was recently looking for an excuse to enter the cultivation world under the identity of 'Fang Lang' and to make a name for himself.
Originally, Zhong Shenxiu thought this disaster would fall on the Tai Sui Society, but unexpectedly, the Yuan Yin Temple crashed in first.
But it didn't matter. In his eyes, whether it was the Yuan Yin Temple or the Tai Sui Society, they were all the same.
Since they were courting death, he might as well send them on their way, using it as a perfect opening to establish his persona as an unorthodox master.
'Even if Great Saints and Great Fiends can't actually compare to the supreme beings, as long as I maintain Fang Lang's identity and don't reveal my true self, there won't be much trouble...'
Zhong Shenxiu raised a hand and cast a fierce wind, asking the captive in his hand, "By the way, what's your name? Where is the Yuan Yin Temple's mountain gate?"
"..." Daoist Xuan He remained silent, unwilling to speak.
But Zhong Shenxiu was not one to accommodate him and snapped his fingers directly.
Qin Weiyin came over, a tentacle between illusion and reality pierced the back of Xuan He's neck. Google seaʀᴄh novel·fıre·net
"Master, this person's name is Xuan He, an Inner Sect Disciple of Yuan Yin Temple, located on Small Seal Mountain, with over a hundred cultivators in the sect. It has always prided itself as a branch of the Xuanmen Orthodox..."
It didn't take long for Qin Weiyin to smoothly relay some intelligence.
Meanwhile, Daoist Xuan He stared at Qin Weiyin with a face full of terror, "A Great Demon..."
If it were an ordinary demon, he would have slain it with ease, but the other's method of freely manipulating and reading memories had him sweating coldly.
'Such a powerful demon has even formed a contract with this person...'
A worrying thought arose in his heart: 'Can the Yuan Yin Temple truly suppress this person?'
This mountain is located in Jiangnan, famed for its beautiful scenery and seal-like shape. At the foot of the mountain, a small creek winds around, forming the 'Red Snake Encircling the Seal' geomantic pattern, considered an excellent spot in feng shui.
About three hundred years ago, a True Disciple of Fang Xian Dao established the Yuan Yin Temple here, becoming the first generation Yuan Yin Ancestor.
Since then, the Yuan Yin Temple has expounded and integrated teachings like the 'Yuan Yin Heart Method,' 'Nine Secrets of the Puppet Master,' and the 'Gouchen Demon Suppression Book' from parts of Fang Xian Dao's texts, widely accepting disciples and growing more influential by the day.
By now, it is a formidable force renowned in the Daoist world.
Currently, the temple master of Yuan Yin Temple, called Master Yuan Yi, wears a dust-free green Taoist robe, with three long whiskers floating gracefully, exuding a refined aura.
"Why... do I feel uneasy?"
Under a locust tree in the temple, Master Yuan Yi suddenly felt a surge of foreboding, "Have any disciples of the temple gone out recently?"
"To reply to the temple master, aside from cultivators stationed long-term in various places, only Xuan He and Xuanjing temporarily took leave..."
"Little He'er and Little Jing'er have decent cultivation... they should turn misfortune into fortune..."
Just then, a disciple ran over hastily, panic etched on their face, "Bad news, temple master... Uncle-Master Xuanjing's Lifebound Primordial Token... has... broken!"
This token is connected to the cultivator's original aura. When a cultivator falls, there will inevitably be anomalies!
"Something did happen, did they mention where they were going before?"
Master Yuan Yi asked sternly.
At this moment, his expression changed, looking outside the temple.
A thin voice pierced through layers of array fog, resonating between the many structures of Yuan Yin Temple.
The layers of voices continuously echoed and overlapped... like maggots on bones, a demonic voice filling the ears.
Cultivators with weaker cultivation directly spat out blood, grievously injured!
"What a conniving thief, to attack my mountain gate with such a spiritual secret technique?"
Master Yuan Yi said, "All elders, come out with me to meet the enemy! All other disciples, strictly guard the array and do not go out..."
The one who came was a master, ordinary disciples going out would be walking to their deaths.
Master Yuan Yi forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, leading a group of elders to the temple entrance, where they saw a young gentleman in a suit, accompanied by a lively maid, with a person thrown at his feet, it was Xuan He!
"Who might you be? Why have you captured my disciple? Attacked my mountain gate?"
Master Yuan Yi shouted.
"You should ask him about this matter!"
Zhong Shenxiu tossed Daoist Xuan He at Master Yuan Yi's feet like throwing away trash.
Master Yuan Yi's face turned angry, snapping a finger to send a pure spiritual energy into Xuan He's forehead, jolting him awake, making him much clearer: "Master... temple master... this person... this person is fierce and domineering, we were just going with my junior sister to pick up her mortal family daughter, had a few words of dispute, and that fierce person actually killed my junior sister!"
Daoist Xuan He swiftly recounted the events, albeit from his own perspective even without embellishing.
It sounded as if Zhong Shenxiu coveted beauty, attempting to abduct the mortal girl Lv Luo, and Xuanjing resisted to the death, being beaten to death.
"Your actions, sir, are too much."
Master Yuan Yi listened, already fuming with anger.
"I knew it... you so-called righteous sects are adept at talking to yourselves, and your skill at labeling us unorthodox and evil is truly matchless..."
Zhong Shenxiu's lips curled into a faint smile: "It was clearly something that could've been resolved with an apology from you, but it has inevitably come to this... I'm tired of solving them one by one, so I came directly!"
He looked at Yuan Yi, his voice cold: "So, I'll give you temple master an opportunity. Will you... apologize?"