Wu Xing hadn't gone far when he flew up to the clouds and watched the two children from a distance, pondering, "Where did such formidable youngsters come from, and how did they come to possess such excellent Immortal Swords in their hands?"

The Emei Sect had closed its doors and secluded itself for many years, with no one venturing out.

In recent years, the most prominent sects had been the Qingcheng and Snow Mountain Sects, along with Wudang and Kunlun, yet Wu Xing recognized the ways of these sects' disciples; the style of these two children was completely unfamiliar to him.

Shi Feiyang practiced the Governing Path of the Three Emperors, which was different from the commonly passed-down Hermit Dao of the Three Pure Ones. However, he had not formed his own unique style in terms of spells and swordsmanship.

After all, he hadn't truly been cultivating for long enough, often inventing Cultivation Techniques according to each person's situation when teaching his disciples, doing as he pleased without a uniform style.

Moreover, his whereabouts were erratic, and his disciples also roamed around everywhere, so for many people, he was still just a legend.

Wu Xing could not guess the origins of Qiu Yuan and Shi Zhu; he simply assumed they were lucky youngsters who had just entered the sect and stumbled upon a legacy from the past.

Moreover, those two sets of Immortal Swords were truly exceptional. Even if the children were descendants of some formidable figure, he couldn't care less. His plan was to seize the swords first, then find a place to hide. Once he had refined the swords and combined them with his own Daoist Techniques, it wouldn't matter if anyone came seeking revenge!

As he pondered how to steal the swords, he suddenly saw two streaks of sword light flying past above the clouds, one of which was very familiar.

Wu Xing hurried over and sent a message to stop them.

The two streaks of sword light ceased and revealed two women, both extraordinarily ugly and odd-looking.

The one on the right was a hefty, elderly woman with a fierce face, clad in a gold-colored jerkin, barefoot and bare-armed – she was none other than his friend's aunt, the Sword Immortal Golden Thread Grandmother Pu Miaomiao from Jiangsu's Chongming Island.

The other was a middle-aged Daoist nun with fierce eyes and yellow hair draped over her shoulders. She wore a fierce flaming Daoist robe and held a nine-section eighteen-looped Dragon Head Cane, whom he did not recognize.

It so happened that Pu Miaomiao had a nephew named Three-Handed Immortal Lad, Pu He, and he had a wife named Phoenix Fourth Aunt.

Pu He was flirting with the Peach Blossom Immortal Li Yuyu outside and was also somewhat involved with several other demonic women, which was ambiguous and unclear.

After Phoenix Fourth Aunt discovered this, she tried to persuade him several times without success. Out of fear of Pu Miaomiao, she didn't dare to retaliate openly but instead secretly engaged with other men, one of whom was Wu Xing.

After getting together with Phoenix Fourth Aunt, Wu Xing had discreet liaisons behind the scenes, but outwardly, he claimed to value Pu He and wanted to be friends, maintaining decent relations with their household.

Ever since Pu He disappeared, Pu Miaomiao had searched exhaustively, but Phoenix Fourth Aunt showed little concern; she took advantage of the excuse of searching for her husband to meet with men, frequently visiting Wushan Mountain.

Wu Xing had done some reprehensible things but also knew that it would be challenging to quickly get his hands on the Immortal Swords by his power alone; he needed the assistance of Pu Miaomiao.

Thus, he told Pu Miaomiao that two children had stolen two sets of new Flying Swords from him and that when he went to demand their return, they were rude and aggressive. Relying on the power of the Immortal Swords, they had even killed one of his disciples. He earnestly requested the Golden Thread Grandmother's help in retrieving the swords, promising her one set of Immortal Swords as a reward upon success.

Pu Miaomiao saw through the deceit at a glance and did not want to bother with him. However, the Daoist nun accompanying her suddenly spoke up, "According to my calculations, there are indeed ancient Immortals' weapons emerging here. If I help you retrieve the swords, can you share one set with me?"

Wu Xing still hesitated when Pu Miaomiao said in a stern voice, "This is, none other than the esteemed master of Lu Mountain's White Deer Cave, Abbess Fei Long!"

Wu Xing's mind raced, "It's the renowned Abbess Fei Long! My apologies for the oversight!"

Abbess Fei Long was the sister of the Seven-Handed Yaksha Long Fei of the Wutai Sect and had once encountered the two individuals from Jiuhua Mountain's Ganoderma Immortals while visiting Golden Summit's Kaiyuan Temple. One wielded the Thunder Sound Cone, a tigress-faced Kalaviṅka called Lei Yin, and the other was the lion-faced Heavenly King Long Hua, who was also a brother of Abbess Fei Long.

She was friends with Red Flower Grandmother and had several hundred years of Dao Level, being quite famous among the various smaller factions. Over the years, she had acquired many valuable items from the Mingyu Immortal Market, including Cultivation Techniques and numerous heavenly materials and earthly treasures, from which she had refined several powerful Mountain Guardian Treasures.

After the White Bone Divine Monarch's entire sect met with disaster, they both resided on Lu Mountain. She had gained their sacred grounds and foundations, opened a Mountain Gate to receive numerous disciples, and now, her sect was prospering, turning her into a figure akin to a great master.

Hearing that it was her, Wu Xing became somewhat worried, not about whether the task could be accomplished – with Golden Thread Grandmother and Abbess Fei Long taking action together, seizing the two sets of Immortal Swords was as sure as if they were nailed down, like reaching into a bag and taking something out.

He worried that there were not enough Flying Swords to go around!

There were only two sets of Flying Swords, not enough for three people to share. Although there were plenty of swords, totaling twelve, breaking up the complete sets would greatly reduce their power.

He wanted more for himself and did not want to share with others.

But since Abbess Fei Long had already spoken up, he had no choice but to refuse. He could only lead the two women to look towards the hillside where the two young boys were.

Pu Miaomiao suddenly exclaimed in anger, "That Tang Caizhen once visited Chongming Island, and I saw great potential in that child. I have wanted to take her as a disciple ever since, but I never had the chance to speak with her master due to his unpredictable movements. I gave her a Divine Talisman, instructing her to seek my aid if she ever found herself in danger."

"I was originally passing by from the south when I suddenly sensed the Divine Talisman shattering, so I came over to check. I didn't expect that it had already been damaged by that little beast! You all just stay aside and watch me capture them first, then I'll torture and interrogate them at length, to avenge Tang Caizhen and wash away our hatred!"

She flew directly to the slope of the mountain, and with a loud shout, she summoned her Mountain Guardian Treasure, the Three-Seven Demon Cloud Wheel. It flew in the air, its core a mass of Demon Light, spinning at high speeds and shooting out dense, thin golden threads.

This Treasure, she had refined for many years. After the Mingyu Immortal Market opened, a large number of materials flowed into the Central Earth Continent. She had collected many heaven and earth treasures to upgrade this Magical Treasure several times, and its power was now extraordinary.

Qiu Yuan and Shi Zhu were both shocked, not knowing where this ugly old hag had popped out from, all of a sudden cursing and attacking them, and with such ferocity from the start!

Qiu Yuan, not having much experience in magical duels, hurriedly released his Flying Sword for protection.

His Mana wasn't enough, and even using all his strength, he could only barely manage to cut through a few golden threads.

A steady stream of golden threads continued to fall. Under the sunlight, they shone splendidly and in the blink of an eye, they had bound him, along with his sword, into a rice dumpling!

She pulled her hand back, the Treasure Wheel turned, and the golden threads lifted Qiu Yuan high into the sky.

Thankfully, the Xuanyuan Nine Palace Sword was extremely sharp, and under Shi Zhu's manipulation, nine golden sword lights danced and spiraled like golden dragons, slicing and bisecting the golden threads reaching out like tendrils.

Seeing his senior brother bound and lifted up, Shi Zhu acted quickly, directing two sword lights at breakneck speed into the sky to sever the golden threads suspending Qiu Yuan.

"Clever little dog, relying on a Flying Sword to act viciously!"

Pu Miaomiao cursed again, urging the Three-Seven Demon Cloud Wheel to spin even faster. A large number of golden threads sprayed out, filling the sky and immediately engulfing the falling Qiu Yuan.

At the same time, Demon Fire shot out from the center of the wheel.

Although Shi Zhu had not been cultivating for long, his innate Wisdom was profound. He not only had precise control over the Flying Sword but could also adapt to the situation in real time. Seeing the urgency, he directed four Flying Swords to swiftly circle around Qiu Yuan, cutting all the golden threads binding him.

Just as the Demon Fire was raining down, he used the swords to scatter and crush the balls of fire.

Qiu Yuan finally landed back on the ground, but the Three Yangs One Qi Sword was entangled by the golden threads and forcibly snatched away. He formed a Sword technique with his hands to call it back and could feel the Immortal Sword wanting to return, but it was trapped.

As more and more Demon Fire appeared, huge flames the size of wagon wheels, accompanied by dense golden threads, rained down together.

Qiu Yuan was both anxious and angry. He took out a golden pill the size of a longan fruit from his Qiankun Bag, threw it with a shout, "Witch! Eat this! See if you can digest it!"

The item was given to him by Lin Han last year when he came to visit Shi Feiyang. It was the Soundless Divine Thunder crafted by Yan Yingmu herself.

When he gave it to him, Lin Han specifically told him the item was extremely powerful and not to use it lightly unless his life was in danger.

The Thunder Pearl was activated by his True Qi and rose upward. Its glow was not very intense, quickly obscured by the dense golden threads in the sky.

Then it exploded silently.

The densely packed golden threads were instantaneously blown apart by a terrifying force bursting from within. Even the threads that could bind the Three Yangs One Qi Sword snapped, then dissipated into ash!

The golden threads originally covered an area the size of an acre above Qiu Yuan and Shi Zhu. Suddenly, they expanded to a radius of several dozen miles.

The overwhelming energy, like a crushing mountain, pressed down. Qiu Yuan and Shi Zhu were flattened to the ground, unable to move, their bones cracking, almost ground to pieces.

In that instant, Qiu Yuan regretted it. He felt he was going to be blown to death...

It didn't matter if he died, but he would also endanger his junior brother Shi Zhu, his Master's Closed-door Disciple. If he were to die like this, the sect's teachings would not be passed on properly, and his Master would have to find someone else to carry on. He was truly not sparing any worries for his Master, not only failing to uphold the teachings but also possibly causing the death of the one capable of upholding them...

In fact, the Thunder Pearl had been sent to a height of over a hundred yards above the ground. Normally, it wouldn't have caused such a terrifying killing force on the ground, but the Soundless Divine Thunder crafted by Yan Yingmu was simply too powerful. That was still with his inadequate Mana; otherwise, the power of the Thunder Pearl could have doubled!

He was blasted into such a state, but Pu Miaomiao above suffered even worse. The golden threads sprayed by her Treasure Wheel, the Three-Seven Wheel, were blasted into a sky full of golden light, and the Demon Fire, needless to say, met its nemesis and was instantly extinguished.

The main body of the Three-Seven Wheel, hit by the Divine Thunder's force, also disintegrated in a split second. It shattered into thousands of tiny fragments, scattering everywhere, with the furthest pieces flying nearly a hundred miles away!

Pu Miaomiao herself was blasted into the sky, hair disheveled, bleeding from all seven orifices.

If not for the fact that she was standing at a distance, had strong Mana, and had the timely assistance of Fei Long Master Tai blocking for her, she would have been killed directly by the blast!

Blasted into such a state, she did not curse out loud or seek immediate revenge. Instead, she spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, terrified beyond measure: "Soundless Divine Thunder! Yingmu Divine Thunder! Run, run!"

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