Yellow Court Daoist

"Damn thief!"

"You kill my disciples, steal my Spiritual Treasures; today no amount of trickery will help you escape!"

A thousand years ago,

my sect was destroyed, my disciples slaughtered, and my treasures taken.

It became a profound hatred in the heart of the Red-haired Ancestor.

After years of searching, all thwarted by the Black Water, he could not find his nemesis. It was not until recently when he encountered the Naked Sect Leader and when Lu Qingfeng emerged from the Black Water that a trace was finally uncovered.

The Red-haired Ancestor knew the capabilities of Lu Qingfeng.

He wasn't to be underestimated.

Without dispatching his Dharma Body into Nanhua, he lay in wait outside.

Today, finally catching Lu Qingfeng leaving, how could he let a Thunder Department God capture Lu Qingfeng and leave?!

No longer concealing his presence,

As he appeared, the Supreme Treasure "Five Elements Peach Blossom Miasma" had already trapped the Gongbin Pagoda to prevent Lu Qingfeng from escaping through the aid of the Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun.

The Sahara Sect Leader's appearance was anticipated by the Red-haired Ancestor,

But the appearance of the Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun and the Great Wilderness Two Elders took him by surprise.

Not just the Red-haired Ancestor.

Sahara Sect Leader, Elder Kuzhu, and Lu Yu, the old monster—each with the same intent—lurked in the Void, unaware of each other. Seeing each other now, they were all shocked—

"Goodness!"

"He has made so many enemies!"

Lu Qingfeng was prepared and, ignoring the shouting from Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun, roared in fury:

"Four Bright old hag!"

"Once I escape, I'll go straight to Marshal Bin to petition against you before the Heavenly Venerable!"

In his fury,

He paid no mind to the changing faces of Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun, who, without explanation, reached into the Void and drew out a Divine Sword, looking up and crying out—

"Big brother, save me!"

A call, startling Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun from her murderous rage—

"Not good!"

With an inward curse, her anger quickly faded.

"???"

The Red-haired Ancestor and the others also frowned.

The Immortal and Demon Paths were distinct.

They were often ignorant of each other's affairs.

These four might know a thing or two about the top gods in the Heavenly Court or the great powers in the Earth Immortal World, but they had no clue about the details of Lu Qingfeng, a minor god of the Thunder Department.

They didn't even know that Lu Qingfeng still held a position in the Thunder Department.

Now, seeing Lu Qingfeng's call, they were even more perplexed.

"Hmph!"

"Even if the Heavenly King himself comes today, he can't save you!"

The Red-haired Ancestor was the most arrogant, without a care in the world.

Such a deep blood feud left little room for concern.

"Hyah!"

Knowing the power of Lu Qingfeng's "Five-Colored Divine Light," the Red-haired Ancestor played it smart, concealing all his treasures, only holding a talisman in his hand.

The talisman flickered.

A miasma spread out, sealing all around Lu Qingfeng.

"Peach Blossom Miasma."

Lu Qingfeng was unfazed.

Covered in the Taiyin Calamity Crossing Robe, he stood within the miasma, not even using the Five-Colored Divine Light. Meanwhile, the Red-haired Ancestor hid in the surge, silently swooping toward Lu Qingfeng.

With one step,

he came within inches of Lu Qingfeng.

A confrontation with a Heavenly Immortal was more than Lu Qingfeng could handle.

"You've got nowhere to run today!"

The Red-haired Ancestor's face twisted with cruelty, his venomous smile chilling to witness.

"Thief, prepare to die!"

Elder Kuzhu and Lu Yu, the old monster, took action upon seeing this; the latter, disregarding his cold smirk, quickly summoned the 'Star Absorption Divine Hairpin,' ready to spew Poison Fire to block the Red-haired Ancestor.

"The Seven Treasures Gourd is still with the thief."

"We can't let the red-haired ghost snatch it."

Lu Yu, the old monster, didn't have time to think further, ready to unleash the Poison Fire.

However,

Someone in the world was faster than her.

Woooo!

From all sides, a lament, a Yellow Wind stirred up from thin air.

What a wind!

Truly dreadful—

Cold and biting, the world changed, shadowy and formless, the yellow sand spun.

It tore through forests and mountains, kicked up earth, and shattered peaks,

turning the world dark with its howl.

"Sanmei Divine Wind!"

"The Yellow Wind Great Saint?!"

Seeing the divine wind, everyone present realized the caliber of the newcomer.

For a moment,

Everyone panicked, their hearts racing.

Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun had already started retreating as soon as Lu Qingfeng called out,

Now, seeing the Yellow Wind rise, she quickly made her escape.

"Run, run, run!"

She leaped to flee.

But still, it was too late.

A burst of Yellow Wind chilled her spine and wrested control of her body.

After tumbling for miles,

Hair disheveled, Divine Light scattered, clothes in disarray, she finally stopped.

"Cough!"

Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun regained her footing, coughing up blood, the injury that had taken ten thousand years to heal relapsed instantly in the fierce gale.

"How terribly powerful this Sanmei Divine Wind is!"

A man's reputation cast a long shadow.

Without witnessing such might in person, it is hard to imagine its full extent.

Now seeing it,

And remembering Lu Qingfeng's fearless demeanor, Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun felt a mix of anger, wrath, and fear, "With such a figure covering him, who would dare to lay a hand on this thieving child?!"

Wiping away the blood from her lips and smoothing out her disheveled appearance,

Glancing around to ensure no one saw her, Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun sighed in relief.

Looking behind, all she saw was the rolling Yellow Wind.

'Bright heavens shake the Bull Palace, striving to topple the Palace of Darkness.'

She was shocked,

Yet grateful.

Compared to the others, she was fortunate.

Having been the quickest to react to the bad situation, although she suffered no minor injury, it would take only a couple of thousand years to recover.

But for the remaining others, they were in for a tough time.

The sudden gale that arose between heaven and earth tossed the Red-haired Ancestor, Sahara Sect Leader, Elder Kuzhu, and Lu Yu, the old monster, into disarray, with no hope of standing firm.

Whoooo!

The gale howled.

He felt his body lighten suddenly.

Midair, he spun chaotically as if caught in a spindle's whirl.

Clutching for solid ground—how could he extricate himself?

"Stabilize, stabilize, stabilize!"

In a panic, Lu Yu, the old monster, clutched the Star Absorption Divine Hairpin in her hand, releasing Poison Fire to protect her surroundings.

But the wind fueled the flames, scorching not just her own body—

"Ah, no!"

"Insolent Daoist Woman, how dare you set fire to me?!"

Others now shared in the mishap as flames enveloped them too, resulting in complete disarray.

Just as she was about to withdraw.

A Yellow Wind suddenly gusted from the void, shaking her Divine Soul violently, almost causing her to plummet out. The treasures in her hands grew unsteady and were lost in the wind, whereabouts unknown.

"The Star Absorption Divine Hairpin!"

Panicked, Lu Yu was blown about, vomiting blood, the Yellow Wind choking her, twisting her viscera into a mush.

She dared not speak again.

...

The gale persisted.

Swept across Nanhua Shore.

Not just the Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun.

Not just the Red-haired Ancestor and the three others.

"This is bad!"

"This is terrible!"

The Naked Sect Master Jiupan Po, deeply concealed, had been curious to watch the excitement, hoping to find a Supreme Treasure worth taking.

Spotting the Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun appear, and then the Red-haired Ancestor and the three others leaping out.

Jiupan Po waited patiently, not in a rush to reveal herself.

Eagerly anticipating.

Intending to profit as the Fisherman.

But unexpectedly.

The Yellow Wind rose and blew her out from the depths of the Void. No matter how secretive your Technique or cunning the plan, a gust of Yellow Wind would sweep and carefully expose it all!

"This is dreadful!"

Suddenly upended from the ground, even the illustrious Naked Sect Master was comically in disarray. Terrified and panicked, she stumbled into the Yellow Wind, her stature thrown into chaos.

She was not alone.

From all directions, four figures were also drawn out.

One monk and three Immortals, each a Heavenly Immortal Level Great Power.

Elder Kuzhu and Lu Yu, overwhelmed by the maelstrom, could barely open their eyes. But had they been able to see, they would recognize—

These were the Great Powers from Taoshan and the other Four Sects outside Nanhua Realm, who battled Lu Yu that day.

Each one had concealed themselves in the shadows, with their own hidden agendas.

"Great Saint, please wait."

"Great Saint!"

The monk and the three Immortals, sweating cold beads of fear, tried to speak but followed in Lu Yu's footsteps, a mouthful of Yellow Wind making speech unbearable.

They fell silent.

"Well then."

"Quite a complete assembly."

Lu Qingfeng stood in the Void.

Watching the Yellow Wind roar, the Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun was blown away without a trace. The Red-haired Ancestor and others fell apart, scattered and bereft.

Immediately, he felt joy.

But he also marveled inwardly.

It was fortunate that he had extensively cultivated the Seven Beasts Small Divine Number, enabling him to foresee fortune and disaster. Upon deciding to return to Yellow Wind Ridge, inspiration struck him.

He paused his journey for ten years.

Early on, he signaled to the Yellow Wind God to secretly protect him.

And with that, he had escaped a critical plight.

Otherwise.

With so many Heavenly Immortal characters crowding the exit, even Lu Qingfeng, possessing Great Divine Power, might have been forced to surrender.

However, now—

Lu Qingfeng observed the disheveled state of the Great Powers amidst the wind, reluctantly finding it difficult to step away.

Yet, ultimately, prudence prevailed.

He dared not linger outside the Nanhua Realm.

"Ha-ha!"

"I, the Great Saint, shall take my leave!"

With a loud laugh aimed at the Heavenly Immortals within the Yellow Wind, he took a step and was swept away by it, disappearing beyond the heavens in an instant.

Leaving those in the wind to furiously shout objections!

...

After a long while.

The Red-haired Ancestor was the first to free himself—

"Cough!"

"Cough, cough!"

Coughing up blood profusely, splattering the Void.

The Red-haired Ancestor's eyes blazed with both fury and redness from the wind, which almost blinded him as it darkened and numbed his eyes. His body was scorched black, his fiery hair burnt to a yellow crisp—collateral damage from Lu Yu's misfired Poison Fire witch the wind had stoked.

"Ah, the mighty Yellow Wind God!"

He harbored both fear and hatred, his body ached everywhere, his insides were in turmoil.

Glancing at the other Heavenly Immortals still struggling against the wind, particularly pausing at Jiupan Po, he sneered and quickly took his leave, not daring to stay any longer.

Then.

The Sahara Sect Leader also escaped, his purple robes tattered from the wind, his hair completely singed off.

"Enough rest, away we go!"

Having barely regained his footing, he swiftly fled.

Next came Jiupan Po, Elder Kuzhu, and Lu Yu.

The three, of slightly lesser Dao ability.

Struggled immensely against the Yellow Wind and were blown nine billion miles away, crashing through countless stars.

Bang, bang, bang!

Splutter, splutter, splutter!

Spurting blood profusely, their bodies entirely mangled, they spiraled down into the depths of the Void, and only then did the Yellow Wind dissipate.

A moment of silence ensued.

In the pitch darkness of the Void, the three emerged, withered and gaunt.

Completely transformed.

Exhausted and with battered spirits, all were blinded. Unable to see one another, even their Divine Senses faltered. Like blind Mortals, they stumbled and fumbled.

Staggering and miserable.

Their appearances so pitiful as they shambolically searched for the road home.

Taoshan and the Four Sects' Heavenly Immortal characters fared the worst.

One was blown into the North Sea, sucked into the North Sea's Eye, enduring bitter agony struggling to break free.

Another landed on Flame Mountain, burning from Divine Fire, scorched and unrecognizable whether Monk or Taoist, hopping in distress.

One was swept into the depths of the Yin Department, amongst the chaos of Oxhead and Horseface; hidden and half-exposed, hungry ghosts and destitute souls cried out, their flesh desiccated and their souls tormented.

One was tossed into the Tianhe, its Heavy Water crushing bones and clouding the mind, while ferocious river monsters attacked.

Such was the plight of the four Heavenly Immortals, thoroughly miserable!

Without assistance, a good end would have been doubtful.

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