Chapter Thirty-Two: Fantasy

  Xuan Kong stood tall with the wind beneath his feet, standing on the clouds. He sneered at Shen Hui as he rushed over and said, "You, a Taoist priest, what skills do you have to teach me, a young master like myself?"

  Shen Hui saw Xuan Kong's face full of hostility, and his heart was also annoyed that he had unnecessarily added another enemy. However, he didn't back down, and instead smiled: "My Jing Ming Dao naturally has great divine powers to subdue demons and evil spirits. You're just a junior, I don't want to make things difficult for you either. Hand over that fox demon and we can end this fight peacefully, isn't that wonderful?"

  Xuan Kong shook his head, originally just looking at that little fox who was quite human-like, and on a whim, he spared her life.

  If it weren't for today, and if he had missed this opportunity, Xu Kong might not have brought that little fox with him, and would probably have released it into the wild. However, now that he was facing the intimidation of Shen Hui, if he were to hand over the fox to this Taoist, the reputation of the Cengshan Sect would be completely ruined.

  As the eldest disciple of Lao Mountain, Xuan Kong would certainly not lower his head.

  He let out a cold hum and drew his treasured sword from behind his back, saying in a chilly tone, "You and I have had one match before, let's settle this with victory or defeat!"

  Shen Hui Zhenren devoted himself to cultivating the Tao for hundreds of years, and his body was unknown how many fierce battles he had experienced. Seeing Xuan Kong's actions, he couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh: "The winner is a king or a marquis, the loser is a bandit. Well, if you hadn't seen my Shen Hui Zhenjun's skills, I wouldn't have been convinced by your little generation!"

  He smiled and didn't come forward, suddenly taking out a censer from under his Taoist robe and holding it in his hand.

  The censer was about the size of a palm, with gold and silver decorations that were not too luxurious. When Xu Kong's eyes stared intently, Shen Hui Zhenren slowly lifted the lid of the censer, stretched out his hand to summon a cloud of fire from the south to ignite the censer, and the faint blue smoke rose up and condensed in mid-air without dispersing.

  Xin Zhi knew that this was Shen Hui Zhen Ren's treasured method, and Xuan Kong didn't dare to be slow. He summoned up 120% of his spirit and waited in a strict array.

  Xuan Kong laughed and said, "You, this Taoist, are all talk and no action, pretending to be a master. I thought you had some real skills, but it turns out you're just using tricks like adding oil to the fire and burning incense!" Shen Hui Zhenren didn't respond, instead quietly circulating his internal energy, forcing out a wisp of fragrant air that broke through the void and attacked Xuan Kong.

  Xuan Kong coldly said, looking at each other, only fearing that this Taoist's treasure was sinister and poisonous, not daring to let the fragrance approach his body.

  He stretched out his hand and with a wave of his sleeve, pushed open the clouds and fog, using fierce winds to surround the fragrance in the middle and blow it vigorously.

  Shen Hui Zhenren burst out laughing and said, "This fragrance of mine has a name, it's made from the unyielding flowers picked from the farthest north heavenly palace, refined with Nanming's fire that never goes out. Even if you have the ability to reach the heavens, you can't escape this fragrance."

  Xuan Kong didn't have time to change his technique, and was about to dodge when he couldn't prevent the fragrance from wrapping around his nose. He knew things were not going well, so he hurriedly held his breath, and with a wave of his sleeve, brought out the Purple Sun True Symbol to block in front of himself. He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the symbol, instantly unleashing the true power within the symbol to tightly guard his surroundings.

  Shen Hui Zhenren's vision was extraordinary, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the Zi Yang Zhen Fu emitting a brilliant light. It turned out to be the authentic technique of the founder of the Mao Shan Sect, the proud magic of Zi Yang Zhen Ren.

  He saw that the fragrance could no longer approach Xuankong, and he smiled slightly, putting away the incense burner in his hand. He also drew out a long sword from his waist, shouted "Look at the sword!" and then lifted the cloud under his feet, pounced forward with a swoop.

  "Welcome!" Xuan Kong's heart was worried that Zhenren's magical treasure was strange and unpredictable, but he wasn't afraid of his excellent swordsmanship.

  He saw him put away the incense burner and naturally also brandished his sword and pounced on him.

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  He sneered and said: "You Taoist priest has such great strength, why don't you go to Lin'an Prefecture to perform, but instead come to make things difficult for me?"

  Shen Hui's nose was crooked with anger, oh, I have great strength, so shouldn't I go to the streets to perform? In the three realms, there are many gods and demons who are stronger than myself, but none of them idle around in the mortal world selling their strength for food.

  But he stood still, only watching Xuan Kong dance with his long sword like a madman, and said, "After all, you're just a junior, still a bit off."

  "Still a little short?" Xuan Kong gritted his teeth and persisted, not believing that Shen Hui Zhenren was a saint in the flesh. He pinched his fingers to add another layer of strength to himself, and with a sword, he chopped at Shen Hui Zhenren's sword again. In his eyes, Shen Hui Zhenren also let out a loud roar, jumped into the air, and used his long sword to fight against him.

  Xuankong let out a bitter cry, realizing too late that he should have used his magic first. Now, however, he was trapped in close combat. Facing Shen Hui's torrential attacks, he couldn't even find the time to form hand seals.

  Two fairy swords kept colliding and opening, then colliding and opening again.

  Xuán Kōng felt like a fool, mechanically waving his arms, and didn't even know how many rounds he had exchanged with Shen Huì Zhēn Rén. Every time he thought he could stab the opponent, but was again blocked by the opponent's fierce wind swordsmanship.

  This battle must be won!

  Xuan Kong's strength grew stronger with each battle, and he was astonished to discover that whenever his energy was exhausted, his body could extract a thread of true energy to replenish the Zifu Dan Tian. "Is this the dragon power from Xiao Bai Long's dragon pearl?" Xuan Kong had an epiphany, thinking that it made sense - when Xiao Bai Long divided his powers in the Western Heaven, he was already close to achieving Buddhahood, and the dragon power in his body wasn't something that could be fully digested at once.

  With the power of the little white dragon's energy replenishment, Xuan Kong became more and more relaxed. He glanced at Shen Hui Zhen Ren's sword thrusting towards him without dodging, his right hand swinging his sword to block it in front of his chest while his left hand secretly formed a seal. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and over a hundred heavenly fire thunderbolts almost simultaneously shot out from Xuan Kong's limbs and body.

  Every single lightning bolt was filled with the power of true fire, tightly surrounding Shen Hui Zhen Ren's body. Over a hundred lightning bolts merged into one, and with just a slight stir, Shen Hui Zhen Ren's body was submerged within it.

  "Hahaha!" Xuan Kong clutched his chest, forcing himself to activate the Thunder Technique had already caused internal injuries, but seeing a strong enemy fall before him was indeed one of life's joys!

  Xuan Kong burst out laughing and said: "Permit Tian Shi's skills are high, but unfortunately his disciples have no way, teaching out you this kind of waste isn't being blasted by my thunderbolt into ashes?" His five organs were all affected by the counter-shock force of the Thunderbolt Spell. After finishing speaking, he was about to sit down cross-legged on the cloud to meditate for a moment, but unexpectedly heard a loud shout in his ear:

  "Which of these sects is without a square, and which has been turned into ashes by your thunder?"

  Isn't the speaker precisely Shen Hui Zhen Ren? Compared to the wretched Xuan Kong, Shen Hui Zhen Ren was still standing in his original position, with his hands holding the incense burner, looking at Xuan Kong with a smile and saying: "Look who I am?"

  "You, Daoist!" Xuan Kong was shocked and recalled in his mind, reacting: "No, this fragrance is problematic, I've fallen into your trap!" He thought back and forth, but his gaze still fell on Shen Hui Zhenren's incense burner, looking like he had been tricked by Shen Hui from the very beginning and had unknowingly entered an illusion.

  Indeed, Shen Hui Zhen Ren stroked his beard and said: "Not bad, the unyielding flower has another advantage, it doesn't require you to use your nose to smell it, just a slight touch on your body can make you fall into fantasy. Your magical powers are among the best I've seen recently, but it's not that I defeated you, rather you yourself inflicted injury upon yourself."

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