"Subdue me?"

"What a colossal joke!"

Wuzhiqi laughed out loud, fully displaying his unrestrained and wilful demeanor, "As the God of the Huai River, I have lived through nearly a century of changes; there is no storm I have not seen. I still don't know who could possibly subdue me!

If the great Da Yu couldn't do it, how could Yu Yuan?"

Hearing this, the White Lotus boy nervously looked at Wuzhiqi and said, "So, Daoist Brother, you have not submitted to that Jie Sect's One Qi Immortal Yu Yuan?"

"That's right!" Wuzhiqi arrogantly declared, "I, Wuzhiqi, am the towering God of the Huai River; I will never submit to anyone!"

The White Lotus boy let out a sigh of relief and said to Randeng, "Please rest assured, Vice Sect Hierarch, the God of the Huai River has no affiliation with Yu Yuan."

Before he could finish, Wuzhiqi interjected carelessly, "Although, I can't say there's absolutely no connection. He previously asked me to help investigate your Incense Fire Divine Dao, and in a moment of hastiness, I agreed."

"Hmm?"

The White Lotus boy's relaxed smile instantly froze on his face, turning extremely unsightly.

Randeng Daoist's expression also soured.

Chan Sect had just resolved to join forces with the Western Sect not long ago. He, as the Vice Sect Hierarch, had also set his sights on the Incense Fire Divine Dao pioneered by the Western Sect, intending to incubate an army composed of Incense Fire spirits; maybe in the future, it could become a force surprising to all.

But it turned out, he was too naive.

That Yu Yuan of Jie Sect had not only become aware of the Western Sect's subtle movements but had also planted a mole; and furthermore, this mole had climbed to a high position, becoming the nominal leader of the myriad Incense Fire spirits!

At this thought, a chill arose in Randeng Daoist's heart.

Why is it that Yu Yuan always seems to be one step ahead of everyone?

Whether it was the treasure heist at Eastern Emperor Heaven, the subsequent treasure hunt on Wuyi Mountain, or the recent clash... Yu Yuan seems to always be prepared in advance!

This was simply inconceivable!

Although there are many ways to foresee the future within the Three Realms, the Calamity of the present muddles the Heavenly Mechanism. Even Saints can't discern the future's direction, let alone other beings.

So how exactly does Yu Yuan consistently get ahead of them?

Could it really be luck?

Randeng Daoist did understand that some beings in this world are exceptionally fortunate, and even without any effort, they would succeed in everything they wish for.

Like their Chan Sect's Yun Zhongzi, known as the Fude True Immortal.

At that moment, with Wuzhiqi's revelation, the Yaksha King also had a cold smirk on his lips, murmuring quietly, "I knew there was something off about you, but I never expected you to be Yu Yuan's underling..."

"Bullshit!"

Wuzhiqi bluntly interrupted him, "I, the God of the Huai River, am nobody's underling!"

"It doesn't matter now."

The Yaksha King said indifferently, "For today, you shall perish here!"

As he spoke, he lunged ferociously towards Wuzhiqi.

The Yaksha King's towering, formidable figure, his black robe billowing in the wind, exuded a fierce aura, with his red eyes flickering with fierce light.

In his hands, he swung a pair of heavy gauntlets, their metallic texture glinting with a cold luster. The gauntlets were inscribed with intricate runes, and each swing carried tremendous force.

Wuzhiqi took a step back and produced an iron rod from his hands.

This iron rod, of moderate diameter and flashing with a black sheen, appeared unremarkable, but it was forged from the most resilient Dragon Pattern Black Gold in the world.

"Dang! Dang dang! Dang dang dang..."

The gauntlets and the iron rod clashed, ringing out with a series of deafening sounds.

The impact was earth-shattering, the noise immense.

The entire Divine Spirit Valley trembled, countless pebbles fell with a rustle, and the little demons hauling Incense Bronze cried out for their fathers and mothers, scurrying away in panic.

Both the Yaksha King and Wuzhiqi were known for fighting with their physical bodies. However, the Spiritual Weapons they wield revealed differences in their combat styles.

The former's gauntlets featured explosive strength, capable of delivering swift and consecutive strikes to overwhelm the enemy; while the latter's iron rod was all about stability and toughness, utilizing his adept combat experience to fully integrate the offensive and defensive capabilities of a polearm.

"It seems you have some tricks up your sleeve."

Wuzhiqi fluidly wielded the iron rod, blocking the Yaksha King's attacks and delivering lethal counterattacks with brute strength.

Immense mana surged and collided between them, creating visible shockwaves.

Meanwhile, as the Yaksha King and Wuzhiqi fought fiercely, the Pharmacist slightly frowned, revealing in his hand a Purple Gold Bowl, its precious glow shimmering, exuding a mystical and potent aura.

He tossed the Purple Gold Bowl high into the air, bringing his hands together, softly murmuring a Secret Mantra.

In an instant, the light from the Purple Gold Bowl brightened intensely, forming a splendid halo enveloping Wuzhiqi.

The latter immediately realized something was amiss, sensing his body being gradually constrained by an invisible force, pulling him towards the Purple Gold Bowl.

His expression suddenly changed, and he swung the Iron Rod with all his might trying to break free, but to no avail—the force inside the Purple Gold Bowl trapped him like a Heaven and Earth Net.

The Yaksha King, who was in the midst of an intense fight with him, saw the Pharmacist suddenly make a move and an expression of displeasure flashed across his face.

However, considering that the Pharmacist was a direct disciple of the Saint, he didn't dare to comment, only letting out a cold hum and retreating to the side.

Magnificent and benevolent is the Green Lotus atop one's head, the Golden Bottle touches the ground, and it is spotlessly clean.

With an aura of grandeur and serenity, the Pharmacist wore a Green Lotus Treasure Crown on his head, draped in a brocade Magic Robe, holding a golden bottle in his hand, silently chanting spells, with Mana continuously pouring into the Purple Gold Bowl.

The radiance emanating from the Spiritual Treasure grew even more intense, tightly binding Wuzhiqi, attempting to capture him into the bowl.

Wuzhiqi, unwilling to be trapped, struggled with all his might, golden armor appearing on his body, his entire figure emanating a dazzling golden light.

However, the radiance from the Purple Gold Bowl grew even more fierce, slowly absorbing him into its glow.

Wuzhiqi could feel his Strength waning rapidly under the light of the Purple Gold Bowl, and soon he would completely lose the ability to resist, and would be captured into the bowl.

A wave of despair and helplessness flooded his heart.

The Pharmacist, seemingly aware of this, spoke indifferently, "Convert to our Divine Dao, and I shall spare your life, offering you the title of Dharma Protector Vajra."

"Heh~"

Wuzhiqi sneered contemptuously, "You speak as if you can kill me... I am Wuzhiqi, the God of the Huai River, even Da Yu could not deal with me, what are you to demand my subjugation?"

"Stubborn and foolish!"

The Pharmacist shouted, and the brightness of the Purple Gold Bowl intensified further.

Just as Wuzhiqi was about to be captured by the Purple Gold Bowl, a tall and heroic young man suddenly appeared above Divine Spirit Valley, holding high a purple hammer in his hand.

Electric light swirled around the hammer, its peak emitting a fiery light, and immediately thunderous roars echoed between Heaven and Earth.

In the next instant, a bolt of lightning, thick as several men, descended from the sky, and struck the Purple Gold Bowl with lightning speed.

An astonishing shockwave swept across, tearing apart the force field of the Purple Gold Bowl.

This Western Spiritual Treasure vibrated violently, unable to withstand the immense power of the thunder and lightning, and after a few moments of stalemate, was sent flying away.

Wuzhiqi also took the opportunity to break free from the restraint, and swung the Iron Rod straight at the Pharmacist's head.

The Pharmacist's face turned serious, his right forearm held up at chest level, forming a right angle with his body, fingers naturally stretching upward, palms facing out, forming the Western Great Divine Power Fearless Seal.

That instant, the space in front of him seemed to solidify into substance.

The Iron Rod in Wuzhiqi's hand came crashing down in front of him, as though striking an iron wall, unable to fall any further.

"This fish seems a little big, eh!"

Wuzhiqi, recognizing the terrain, swiftly took to the sky, arriving next to Yu Yuan, and spoke in a low voice, "Why is it only you here?"

Yu Yuan gave him a glance, "Are you scared?"

"What joke is this?" Wuzhiqi immediately put away the worry in his eyes, and said boldly, "I, the grand deity of the Huai River, how could I be afraid of these small fries?"

"Tsk tsk~"

Yu Yuan smacked his lips with a smile that was not quite a smile, looking towards Randeng Taoist and the Pharmacist, mockingly said, "These two, one is the Vice Sect Hierarch of Chan Sect, and the other is the Western Sect's foremost disciple under the Saint, they are not some small fries."

And what about me?

Yaksha King narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Yu Yuan, but saw that the latter's gaze never once fell on him, as if he didn't exist at all.

He couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, wanting to rush forward and challenge him again, to prove with his fist that he was not a small character!

But as soon as he saw the hammer in Yu Yuan's hand, his grip slowly loosened.

Not long ago, his physical body was shattered by a blow from Yu Yuan's hammer, and it was only thanks to the intervention of the two Sect Hierarchs that he was led to the Pure Land for healing, and with the Eight Treasures Lotus, they reconstructed his Golden Body, even teaching him the Immortal Golden Body Divine Power that only direct disciples could cultivate.

But although his physical body was reconstructed, the psychological shadow left by that hammer still existed.

Now seeing Yu Yuan, he no longer had the strong desire to fight him like before, what was left was deep-rooted fear from within.

He had experienced defeat in the past.

But never had he felt so miserably helpless as he did then.

At this moment, the Pharmacist, with a grave expression, asked, "May I ask, what brings friend Yu Yuan here today?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Yu Yuan responded matter-of-factly: "What the Western Sect does in Western Bu Continent is none of my concern, but by developing the Incense Fire Divine Dao in the Southern Continent and harvesting the Power of Faith from the Human Race, you're overstepping your bounds!

The Southern Continent was split from the Eastern Land and belongs to the domain of Xuanmen of the Eastern Land!

Foreign sects have no place here!

As a disciple of Jie Sect, having encountered this today, I naturally must intervene!"

Having said this, Yu Yuan turned his head to look at Randeng Taoist, with a smile that was not quite a smile, and questioned, "Chan Sect is also one of the Three Sects of Xuanmen, I wonder why the Vice Sect Hierarch turns a blind eye to the actions of the Western Sect?"

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