Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Chapter 428: A Sky Full Of Dark Clouds

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Huanzhen was on a flying ark as he flew in the endless skies. Suddenly, innumerable clouds converged and within a blink of an eye, the whole world was thrown into darkness. The heavy layers of clouds even came crashing down from the high altitude.

For people like Huanzhen, they were no longer afraid of the wind and rain. However, when he saw those dark clouds, his facial expression immediately changed. Qingyin also felt the slight tremble in his inner mind.

Huanzhen choppily said, “Summoning of wind and rain.”

If the cultivator of Qi in the mortal realm wishes to summon the wind and rain, they only needed to cultivate superficial spells after they condensed their mana during Qiaodong, stir up the Qi of Vitality and the wind and rain would spring out. This could also be called ‘summoning of wind and rain’. However, for these five words to come out from Huanzhen’s mouth [1], its meaning was naturally very different.

There were a total of one hundred and eight Dao formulas within the Qing Xuan sect. It was a combination term for the Tiangang Thirty-Six Techniques and the Disha Seventy-Two Techniques. In actual fact, there was a reason to use the ‘number of Celestial Dippers and Nether Evils’. This was because a very long while back then, the old people of this world passed on the Tiangang Thirty-Six Techniques and the Disha Seventy-Two Techniques which were the supreme supernatural powers of the Daoist sects.

There was one supernatural power within the Tiangang Thirty-Six Techniques called the “summoning of wind and rain’. After it was displayed, its might was endless. It was even hard for celestial beings to escape it once they are trapped in it.

With Qing Xuan’s source that spanned tens of thousands, the passing on of the Daoist Master, even with some of the figures that had transcended beyond the mortal world, there was an endless emergence of immortal Zhenren. This prominent influential sect even linked their own sect’s Dao formula with these supernatural powers. Naturally, they thought very highly of these supernatural powers where half of it were lost. There was an equivalent, even outstanding implication to it.

In fact, while Qing Xuan’s successive Zhenren were traveling the world, because of chance, they also collected parts of the essential section of the Tiangang Thirty-Six Techniques and the Disha Seventy-Two Techniques.

If there was anyone in this world that looked highly of this great supernatural power of “summoning of wind and rain”, it could only be someone from Qing Xuan. That was why there was no need for guessing. In this world now, the only ones who could use this supernatural power were only Shen Lian, Ziling and Yanxu. The one with the most motive was naturally none other than Yanxu.

Huanzhen took out a small dark golden booklet and handed to Qingyin. He said, “You must return to Mount Taicang alive.”

Qingyin was at the end of her own wit as she simply took over the small booklet. However, she did not know that this little booklet was Huanzhen’s review on his personal experience of the Sky Demon method and his more in-depth opinion on the Qi of Xuanqing. As long as these contents were taken back to Guangqing, it was enough to lay the Dao foundation of the established Guangqing sect, which would be even more helpful.

But Yanxu had arrived and Huanzhen was very familiar with just how formidable the other was. He knew that on this day, it would be most likely that his life would end here.

He could only give his everything and try to see if he could let Qingyin escape.

The light beneath his feet was profound and his flying ark immediately broke apart. Countless streaks of light were shot in all directions. After Qingyin took the little booklet, she blended in with one of the streaks of light and hurriedly flew in one direction.

The wind and cloud met in midair, Huanzhen was as though he was in the center of the universe, facing this horrifying supernatural power by himself.

Those layers of black clouds that came pressing down caused his dustless heart of Dao to be dyed by black ink. It was even hard for him to work his heart mantra.

The black clouds fluctuated and finally became the shape of a human face. It was Yanxu’s face.

“For hundreds of years, you are the first person that I’ve miscalculated. Huanzhen, I have belittled you.” Yanxu’s voice came in an ethereal manner, as though there was some commendation towards Huanzhen.

Huanzhen smiled coldly as he said, “As long as I could make it through this day, you could never succeed in the end.”

His Daoist robe began expanding and it even began to tear. The strong muscles were revealed and his skin was like the color of golden jade. His entire person looked like he had expanded twice his size and the more unbelievable thing was that there were two pairs of flesh wings that sprouted from both sides of his chest. One pair was yellow in color, another pair was green in color. With the wings opened, it spanned a good hundred feet. As it slightly flapped, a fierce wind rolled by and thinned the layers of dark clouds.

“Not only did you shake off my control, you have also refined the demonic god’s body. If you were given another hundred year time, even old man Yuming has to give his seat to you.” Yanxu’s voice leisurely transmitted through the dark clouds.

Simultaneously, the wisp of clear wind from far away that bore a beautiful lady approached lightly. It was Qingyin who was sent away by Huanzhen previously.

Yanxu had always dealt with all kind of matters, regardless of how big or trivial it was. Even if Qingyin was an ant to his eyes, he would also not pass her up.

Qingyin looked at Huanzhen, as though she wanted to say something. Huanzhen averted his face away, not looking at her. He was afraid that he would show any signs of weakness. Qingyin looked up to him as a teacher and a father, how would he not also see her as his own daughter>

There was a loud bang and Qingyin immediately became a rain of blood. It rippled through the wind and as it was nearing to Huanzhen’s front, he clenched his fist and blocked the bloody rain by extending his flesh wings.

“Such a heart of stone.” It was as though Yanxu’s voice was just by Huanzhen’s ears.

Huanzhen’s expression was chilling as h said, “You only know these kinds of tricks.” It turned out that Yanxu’s Sky Demon method could not work with nothing. There was also his meaning of Dharma in Qingyin’s rain of blood. Once it gets close to Huanzhen, he would be at a disadvantage.

The sky full of bloody rain did not drift profusely and disorderly and fell to the ground. Rather, it gathered together and condensed into a small blood color sword. It was full of Qingyin’s fresh dripping blood and it sizzled as it thrust towards Huanzhen.

The sword gleam moved about in midair, vaguely appearing and disappearing and its trail was very elusive. Even Huanzhen’s divine thoughts could not catch its next move.

Finally, his inner mind sensed the danger. The tip of the green flesh wings slightly bent and with it following the course of nature, it damaged the blood color sword heavily.

A layer of bright moonlight blanketed the small blood color sword. It was then seen that Qingyin’s soul mournfully wailed and it disappeared.

Huanzhen’s flesh wings flapped rapidly, the green and yellow airstream were inseparable as it spun and brought him to charge into the dark clouds. In an instance, heavy rain came crashing down like tens of thousands of arrows being shot at the same time.

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Yuming and Lin Xuanting passed the demonic gods that were set up and were closely approaching Huanzhen. Finally, they saw that there were thick layers of clouds in front of them. There was a furious storm and Huanzhen’s vital force was in it.

Lin Xuanting suddenly pulled out his sword. The thunderous crack moved the ninth heaven as it attempted to chop through the cloud layers.

During this moment, celestial music rang through the skies and it seemed like there were thousands and thousands of flowers flying, making it seemed dream-like. A lady in white with a black long sword in her hand walked out from the sky.

Even though she did not pull out her sword, but under the detection of the qi dynamic, she had firmly entangled Lin Xuanting.

Lin Xuanting said bright and clear, “So it is Fairy Tianmeng. I have long heard that you and Yanxu were a couple. Now that I’ve seen it, I am not surprised.”

The lady in white said plainly, “Lin Xuanting, you are talking nonsense. Are you attempting to try out my Power of Taisu?”

Lin Xuanting burst out in laughter as he replied, “I have not bear false witness in my entire life, how could I be speaking nonsense? Nonetheless, even if the fairy does not admit, it seemed that this Daoist would still try out this Taisu Sword.”

His divine thoughts were passed to Yuming, “Senior Apprentice-Brother, I’ll stall Fairy Tianming. You go save Apprentice-Nephew and all of us will leave together.”

Yuming naturally consents to it. He did not think that not only did Yanxu’s supernatural powers improved vigorously, he had also colluded with Fairy Tianmeng. He had even gotten a group of demonic gods as his subjects. It could be said that his own strength was already enough to rival Guangqing.

Before that, he still thought that the Five Celestials of Guangqing had enough grandeur to swallow the earth in one go. He did not expect a series of bad days. Could it be that besides the four main Daoist sects, other celestial sects should flourish and then decline? It was hard to linger around.

Yuming suppressed that thought. His gaze was sharp as a knife and thunder exploded by his ears. Lin Xuanting was already one with his sword, he was flying and circling Fairy Tianmeng and they were fighting vigorously at a corner.

Yuming did not even hesitate at all. He transformed into light, broke through midair and rushed into the furious storm.