CHAPTER 170: SENIOR UNCLE?

“Come on then! Why don’t you come up here! I’d like to see if your primordial spirit leaves your body, can you protect your flesh!?” The Six-Armed Demon God was bordering on madness.

Li Yanchu looked up at the figure hovering in the sky and let out a cold snort.

“Five-Lightning Pure Yang, the True Law of Heaven and Earth, exorcize evil, strike!”

Boom!

Thunder cracked from the heavens. A dazzling bolt of lightning came crashing down, striking the Six-Armed Demon God squarely.

Lightning was the purest yang force in all existence, and it embodied the wrath of Heaven itself.

In that instant, every cultivator present was shaken to the core by the might of Li Yanchu’s lightning strike, and their souls trembled.

Everyone’s vision turned completely white, as if they’d been cast into a pool of divine lightning.

When their sight finally returned, half of the body of the once arrogant, domineering Six-Armed Demon God had already been blasted to pieces. He crashed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer. His primordial spirit had been severely damaged!

And this was only the result of a threefold enhanced Five-Lightning Talisman. It was the last use of the talisman Li Yanchu carried. But at this critical moment, its effectiveness had exceeded all expectations. It had directly struck down the once towering, unyielding Six-Armed Demon God wrapped in demonic flames.

He struck while the enemy was weak and took his life.

Li Yanchu’s blood surged like a wildfire, and his entire body burned with the sharp, blazing Six Yang Force, all of it channeled into the Jiaoslayer.

A brilliant saber aura over ten zhang long erupted into view and came slashing down!

The Six-Armed Demon God had already been gravely wounded; his soul was in disarray, and his thoughts were muddled. There was no way he could block Li Yanchu’s full-force attack!

His entire form was cleaved in half, and his primordial spirit took another devastating blow. He was unwilling to die just like that.

To be able to visualize the Six-Armed Demon God as a Dharma form, his origins far surpassed those of ordinary demonic cultivators.

He still had many hidden cards, but this young Daoist struck too fast and too ruthlessly. With the slightest lapse, he had been thoroughly crushed!

For the first time, panic appeared in the Six-Armed Demon God’s expression. He could not die here.

He could give up the Blissful Lands, and he could abandon the Baxia stone statue’s inheritance. He could even let go of his grudge with the old Daoist from Mount Longhu. But he absolutely could not die in this godforsaken place.

As long as he had time to recover his primordial spirit, he was confident he could turn things around and kill this young Daoist!

He turned into a streak of crimson light and shot toward the sky to flee.

But...

“Freeze!” Li Yanchu struck with his palm, activating the Daoist Immobilization Spell.

With his current strength, it shouldn’t have been enough to freeze the Six-Armed Demon God.

Even in his wounded state, it only stalled him for a split second, but that was all Li Yanchu needed!

He took out his Eight Trigrams Mirror, and a dazzling beam of white divine light shot forth.

This Daoist artifact was specialized in attacking spirits and ghosts. Even in folk tradition, it was commonly used for spiritual warding, and its power was immense.

The Six-Armed Demon God suddenly felt a blinding white light fill his vision, and his primordial spirit felt as though it had been set ablaze!

Boom!!

With another vicious slash, a crimson saber aura engulfed the Six-Armed Demon God, utterly annihilating him. His soul then scattered into dust.

***

Following that was total silence. That towering, flame-wreathed Six-Armed Demon God... died just like that?

These demonic cultivators all felt a strange sense of absurdity. Who exactly was this young Daoist?

Even the old Daoist from Mount Longhu now wore a peculiar expression, and his lips couldn’t quite hide a smile.

“This kid... is quite good at combat arts.”

When Li Yanchu had previously charged head-on against the great Demon God without flinching, the old man had assumed he was just a reckless, brute-force type of cultivator.

But now, it was clear that while Li Yanchu was indeed fierce and courageous, he was by no means blindly reckless.

After killing the Six-Armed Demon God, the battle aura around him had only grown sharper and more intimidating. It was so intense that it was hard to even look at him directly!

Yes, the Demon God had superior cultivation and more tyrannical powers, but Li Yanchu had seized the perfect moment to execute a seamless string of attacks and took him out in one go.

And yet, Li Yanchu did not take the opportunity to seize the ancient seal in the mouth of the Baxia stone statue, nor did he go to assist the statue in its own battle.

Instead, with a flicker of his figure, he appeared beside the old Daoist.

“Senior,” he said respectfully.

The old Daoist nodded slightly.

“Thank you for the jade you gifted me earlier.”

The old man waved his hand and chuckled. “It’s just a little jade pendant, it’s not worth mentioning.”

But Li Yanchu didn’t take that lightly.

That Clearheart Jade Pendant was filled with potent spirit qi. Simply carrying it could calm the mind and soul, easing mental strain.

For a cultivator, it was an invaluable treasure, one that helped guard against inner demons and external evil influences.

“May I ask, Senior, how should I address you?”

The old man raised a brow and said with a smile, “You, boy, ought to call me Senior Uncle. I’ve got a bit of history with your master, Daoist Xuancheng.”

Li Yanchu was stunned.

This old Daoist was said to be the foremost of the Four Great Celestial Masters of Mount Longhu, a figure of towering prestige.

In his prime, he had been the undisputed leader of Zhengyi Daoism, a true master among masters.

And yet... he knew his master?

“You know my teacher?” Li Yanchu asked in surprise.

“Of course I do! We go way back.” The old Daoist’s tone turned nostalgic. “In fact, it was your master who arranged the match for me and my wife, back in the day.”

That sudden revelation hit Li Yanchu like a thunderclap. He hadn't expected the old Celestial Master to just casually drop such a huge bombshell.

While it was true that the Zhengyi Daoism didn’t forbid marriage, Li Yanchu had never imagined a Celestial Master would have a partner, and that his own master had played matchmaker.

Then again... Recalling his master’s character and past behavior, Li Yanchu cast a cautious glance at the old man.

Boom!

Just then, as if recalling something unpleasant, the old Daoist suddenly slammed a palm lightning into the ground, blasting open a deep pit with a loud rumble!

His power was tyrannical beyond comparison.

As expected...

“It’s all thanks to your master. If not for him, I wouldn’t have broken through to the Third Realm so quickly, becoming the head of the Four Great Celestial Masters.”

The old Daoist smiled faintly.

Li Yanchu seemed to understand now. So after getting married, his cultivation actually progressed faster?

This fated marriage must’ve strengthened the old Daoist’s heart for the Dao, making his resolve even more unshakable.

“Don’t worry. I’m quite fond of you, junior. I’ll be sure to look after you well,” the Celestial Master from Mount Longhu said calmly.

“Many thanks, Senior Uncle,” Li Yanchu replied, bowing respectfully.

No matter what, it was clear this old Celestial Master valued him greatly. It was best to acknowledge this senior uncle for now.

***

Suddenly, a loud boom echoed through the skies. Another master with their primordial spirit arrived in a stream of light.

This time, the old Daoist gave a small smile. “An old acquaintance has arrived. As for the matter here, handle it yourself. I’ll deal with that one.”

With that, the old man took a single step forward. And in the next instant, his figure appeared thirty zhang away, a technique that bore traces of the Teleportation Art.

A strong pure yang aura burst forth from his body, and behind him, an enormous towering and majestic phantom emerged in his own likeness.

The primordial spirit expert soaring through the sky on an escape light was immediately drawn to the scene.

When enemies met, their eyes blazed with fury.

Boom! Rumble rumble!

The battle between the two grew increasingly intense, like some clash from ancient myth between godlike figures.

However, the battlefield between them quickly drifted farther and farther from here.

Clearly, the old Daoist was intentionally luring his opponent away.

“Handle it yourself?” Li Yanchu’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

This “convenient” Senior Uncle, with his profound Daoist powers, should have been more than capable of managing the current situation.

And yet, he had sent Chen Yang to summon Li Yanchu into the deep mountains... Now he’d also told him to simply do as he saw fit, almost as if there was something he couldn’t say outright.

And more than that, Li Yanchu couldn’t shake the feeling that his arrival here had been deliberately arranged.