Chapter Eighty-two: Using Fists to Reason

  The young master hesitated for a moment, thinking that this was not like Yi Tianxing's character. He secretly protected his whole body with true yuan, and with a light rub of his fingers, a small black object slipped out from his sleeve, flashing flames as it flew towards the short incense head in the dragon-shaped incense burner. At this time, the mountain wind was strong, but it couldn't blow out the flame at all, showing that it was also some kind of treasure.

  Yi Tian Xing put his hands behind him, quietly shooting out a tiny, almost invisible spark from the bottom of the cliff, secretly controlling it with his divine consciousness. At the same time, he operated his heart meridian and silently recited Buddhist scriptures, forcibly reversing the True Fire Wheel in his body's virtual furnace.

  This was still the day when he was fighting against Zong Si by the small fish pond in the forest, and was led out of his body by the Kunlun Fire Essence to learn a new move with the fire dragon counterattack.

  As the true fire wheel in his body slowly reversed, the light around Yitian Xing's body slightly deformed, and the rotation of the wheel seemed to form a very strange vortex, with infinite suction power, constantly absorbing the weak fire elements in the air outside the skin.

  And all of this was done in secret.

  Yitian's expression remained as usual, standing at the railing of the dragon head incense burner, smiling at the young master.

  The little lord summoned a black object that held a flame and floated slowly, the next moment, it was about to ignite the short incense in the censer.

  Yi Tian's eyes shot out a cold gleam, but the corners of his mouth revealed a hint of a smile. His right hand, which had been hanging behind him, suddenly stretched forward in a straight line, with a thread of energy between his fingertips, and established a spiritual connection with that black object.

  "Seal!" With his loud shout, the speed of the reversal of the true fire wheel in his body suddenly accelerated, and the force of absorbing the external fire element suddenly surged. The direction he pointed to with his fingertips also gave birth to a chilling passage in the night sky, as if all the fiery elements in this passage were absorbed by his fingertips.

  A faint rustling sound.

  The mountain wind blew gently but didn't move the flame at all, and it was finally extinguished under the powerful suction of the fire channel. The black object that held the flame also suddenly became limp and powerless, floating lightly back into the young master's hand!

  Young Master Ho turned around abruptly and said coldly: "Mr. Yi, competing in wit is not my match, could it be that you want to compete with me in Taoist skills?"

  Yi Tianxing found that he was somewhat angry, and hastily smiled: "I've always heard Master Bin Ku praise the young master's natural talent in Taoist techniques, I, a monk who became a monk halfway, dare not fight against you."

  He was waiting for the starfire to float up from the cliff, afraid that the young master would find out and take action, slightly tense, at this time making a lazy appearance, just to make the other party relax. The next moment, he saw the scene he had hoped to see appear, and couldn't help but smile slightly, relaxing in his heart.

  He saw his expression, the young master slightly frowned, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. He turned around to see a dark star fire coming from nowhere, which seemed to have floated up from under the cliff and had already attached itself to the short incense stick he had inserted in the dragon head censer earlier.

  Just lightly touched!

  Suddenly a great flame burst forth from that incense stick on his head, and in an instant extremely beautiful sparks exploded into dazzling colors.

  Yi Tian Xing looked at the incense stick that was emitting a wisp of blue smoke and calmly said, "This incense was lit by me, I won the bet."

  Chapter 5: The Battle of Wudang

  The night-shrouded Wudang Mountain, a stone pillar stretching out from the cliff, two people standing at both ends of the stone pillar, and on the dragon head end, there is an incense burner with a short stick of incense smoke rising.

  What a beautiful and mysterious scene.

  After a long silence, the young master finally spoke up, still with that clear and extreme voice that made it impossible to discern any specific emotions.

  "Mr. Yi is indeed very powerful."

  Yi Tian Xing's face had already lost its usual mischievous look, replaced by a serious expression: "Young master, you're overpraising me. I'm just an ordinary student."

  "The technique of controlling fire was reversed, and a strong gust of extremely cold wind suddenly extinguished the flame I had just lit. And with his divine consciousness, he controlled such a weak spark that it couldn't even catch my attention, yet he perfectly achieved his goal." The young master seemed not to be angry, but instead said in a low tone: "In the cultivation world, at our age, there are only four or five people who have attained such a level of cultivation as yours."

  Yi Tian Xing smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

  "Yi brother turned defeat into victory tonight, I admire him from below."

  "Whatever." Yi Tianxing felt a chill in his heart, thinking that this unproductive conversation was not worth having on the precipitous and treacherous Wudang Mountain.

  The young master said: "I don't know if Brother Yi has won again, what else is he going to win?"

  Yi Tian Xing smiled slightly and said, "Hehe, since the young master wants to give me a treat, I'll be bold and ask for it."

  "Please go on."

  "I want you to give me a promise from the bottom of your heart."

  "What is promised?"

  "From now on, I don't want your family to take actions against me anymore. I hope we can get along peacefully from now on."

  The young master slightly turned his body and said: "Is there something in our family that is targeting you?"

  Yi Tian Xing was blown by the mountain wind, and although he didn't feel cold, he subconsciously shrunk his body: "Zhu Shu calculated my fate at first, then a girl named Qin Zi from your sect beat me until I spat blood outside Qiyan Bridge, and finally Zong Si came up with a strange copper lamp to collect me. Can these be considered targeted?"

  Young Master Xiao bowed slightly and said, "This whole thing is because you have a close relationship with the Guiyuan Temple, and the Guiyuan Temple has some unclear and inexplicable entanglements with our sect. Therefore, Zhu Shu took action to probe, as for Zong Si, this young man is impulsive and privately took action, please forgive him, Brother Yi."

  Yi Tian Xing did not expect that this black-clad man would be so easy to talk to, and was completely different from the rumored genius and handsome young master. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of doubt in his heart, and after thinking for a moment, he smiled warmly and said: "Young Master is a good person, then I won't have to worry about running into your esteemed family's experts at every turn?"

  "Not bad, I'll substitute for Tian Ji Xiang to make a promise to Brother Yi. As long as Brother Yi doesn't take the initiative to cause trouble or do evil deeds, Tian Ji Xiang naturally won't come looking for you to cause trouble."

  Yi Tianxing was overjoyed and said: "Thank you so much."

  "Does Elder Yi seem to have a sense of rejection towards the path of cultivation?" The young master asked with a smile.

  "Not bad. From now on, I just want to live a worldly life." Yi Tianxing gradually felt that this young master was somewhat close and likable.

  The young master said: "It's all right like this."

  Yi Tianxing smiled slightly and said: "Young master, Wudang Mountain is deep at night with heavy dew, I'll... take my leave first?" The words carried a hint of inquiry.

  The young master was thinking about something and after a while replied: "Does Brother Yi want to return to Yuan Temple?"

  Yitian Xing's toes lightly stepped on the stone pillar of Longtou Xiang, knowing that the other party expected him to answer no.

  He knew that Xiao Gongzi and he had made such a joke-like bet, just to keep himself on Wudang Mountain and not intervene in the dispute between Jixiangtian and Guiyuan Temple. Although Yitian Xing didn't understand what Jixiangtian wanted to get from Guiyuan Temple, he owed Bin Ku Da Shi many favors, let alone recognizing an old ancestor as his master last night. He had some sense of responsibility in his heart, even though he lived a carefree life in the world. It was something he couldn't do to ignore Guiyuan Temple at this point.

  After a long deliberation in his heart, Yi Tianxing smiled slightly, knowing that the gentle conversation earlier had come to an end and he now had to make a choice: either reconcile with Jixiangtian and no longer interfere with the affairs of the Guiyuan Temple, or rush back to the Guiyuan Temple, but it was uncertain whether he would have to fight against this mysterious and profound young master.

  After a while, he smiled slightly and replied: "Exactly."

  This is a choice made by a young boy in his growth into a man.

  "Why must it be so?" The young master sighed: "Please!"

  Yi Tian Xing knew that this invitation was not for him to leave, and he couldn't help but sigh. His face gradually turned solemn, the fire element in his body surged, and his feet slightly shifted apart. Smiling at the young master, he said: "I didn't think it would come down to using fists to reason."

  The young master also smiled, and under the black hat brim, a strand of hair lightly lifted, making Yi Tianxing slightly stunned: "Brother Yi is right, in this world, reason is all punched out."

  "Do I have to stay on Wudang Mountain?"

  "Not bad, but just three days."

  "Could my existence be an obstacle to Jixiangtian's plan to enter the Temple of Return to the Origin?"

  "It seems that you don't quite understand the extent of your own abilities." The young master sighed, "A cultivation genius like you, I'm sure many sects will be envious. Moreover..." He suddenly hesitated and stopped speaking.

  "I won the bet, you shouldn't have made a move on me."

  "Yi brother returned to the Yuan Temple, it is a good omen for me, and I have no choice but to keep you here."

  Yitian Xing shook his head helplessly, then straightened up and pulled at the hem of his tattered clothes. He stretched out his right hand, palm flat, and pointed at the young master who seemed to be standing in mid-air amidst the dark night.

  "Please."

  "Please!"

  As soon as the words were spoken, the toes of both people simultaneously paused lightly on the stone beam, and they struck out with their palms, starting to exchange blows on this perilous Wudang terrain where wisps of fragrant smoke curled up from the pillars.

  So-called action is just within one's grasp.

  One palm, two people touch and separate immediately, like two butterflies fluttering in the wind, in the unpredictable airflow, their wings lightly touch, and then fly away separately.

  In that fleeting moment, Yi Tianxing unreservedly transferred the fire element within his body to the warm and jade-like palm of the young master. He wouldn't sympathize with this young noble just because he looked weak. He wasn't a fool; he knew what Jixiangtian's young master meant to the cultivation world. Thus, without holding back, he activated the Situ Sanwei Jing, transforming his fire element into several hidden currents that attacked the opponent.

  Unfortunately, it had no effect at all.

  The palm of the young master's hand was crystal clear and warm, and it was unknown what kind of object was covering it, but it could firmly block the extremely high temperature of the fire element outside his palm.

  At the moment when the two men clashed, the little prince's right hand ring finger popped out, and several illusory shadows carrying force rushed towards Yitian Xing's body. Yitian Xing strongly twisted his body, but couldn't resist the opponent's ghostly and unpredictable moves, and was heavily hit in the waist and abdomen several times.

  Fortunately, he was unharmed, and these few swift and deadly shadowy blades only made his already tattered clothes even more pitiful.

  It was just a fleeting moment, and the two people touched and then separated again, standing far apart at both ends of the Longtou Xiang Stone Bridge.

  Two people simultaneously let out a cry of astonishment, as if they had discovered something unbelievable.

  "What's on your hand?" Yi Tianxing asked.

  "The gloves made of heavenly silkworm silk."

  He placed his hands in front of his face, carefully examining them, and found that the gloves on his hands, which were not afraid of water, fire, knives, or swords, had been slightly discolored by Yi Tianxing's heavenly flames. He couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache, then said: "I, Jixiangtian, am skilled at refining equipment and crafting treasures. I'm sure Brother Yi has also heard of this. But I don't know what kind of treasure clothes you're wearing that can make you invulnerable to knives and guns?"

  Yitian smiled slightly, knowing that the other party still didn't understand his abnormal physical strength. He replied somewhat impolitely, "Young Master, do you have any treasures to show me?" Although this was a joke, he indeed had some curiosity and wondered what kind of treasure the famous Jixiangtian Young Master could possess.

  A young man in black stood on the precipice of Wudang Mountain, shrouded in night, looking even more extraordinary and captivatingly calm.

  "I've offended you so much."

  A single orchid sprouted out of nowhere and slowly rose onto the palm of a young noble's hand, only to drift away into the distance towards the edge of a cliff. As it fell, the color of the orchid gradually withered, its branches weakened, transforming from green to a dismal yellow, as if experiencing an entire cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter in just a few breaths.

  As the orchid powder dissipated, a faint misty vapor like jade appeared lightly on the young master's palm, which was as smooth as jade.

  Yi Tian's pupils constricted, recognizing that this was under the Seventh Eye Bridge, on the north bank of the Prefecture River, where Qin Zi used to subdue his own fierce plaything. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and with his right hand's five fingers slightly apart, he transformed the fire element within his body into several beautiful red feathers that slowly emerged from under his fingernails.

  That day, under the Seven Eyes Bridge, Qin Zi's True Orchid String had left Yi Tianxing with no way to counterattack. After all, his opponent's treasure was intangible and formless, yet it could still bind him. But now was different from before. Yi Tianxing had been cultivating in secret at the small fish pond for some days, and his Heart Sutra had reached the top grade. At this moment, with his full attention focused, he looked again at the young master's palm, which was slightly suspended in mid-air, supporting a pale blue mist, and he wasn't too afraid anymore.

  He was not afraid because he believed he could see clearly where this treasure came from.

  Yi Tian Xing hummed a low sound, and on the tip of his left hand's index and middle fingers, a small spark of fire appeared, which he then applied to his own eyes.

  He didn't know why he was doing this, although he wasn't afraid of fire, but such a bizarre behavior seemed not to be his own idea, but rather something that burst out from his brain. Just before he made this move, a strand of hair on the back of his head began to ache strangely, involuntarily making him feel a twinge in his heart, reminding him of the aura of his ancestors' master that he had sensed last night in the backyard of the Temple of Return to the Origin...

  Sparks flew before his eyes, and after they dispersed, Yi Tianxing only felt that his vision was sharper than usual. The night-colored Wudang Mountain at this time seemed to have revealed its true face in his eyes, with clouds and mist swirling around, and the green forests and streams intertwined between the mountains.

  He slightly concentrated his mind, gazing at the cyan mist on Young Master's palm, secretly operating the Thoughtfulness Technique.

  Like a fire tree burning on his fingertips, the true fire seed suddenly surged, illuminating the night sky around Wudang Mountain's Laojun Rock as if it were daylight.

  The two people on the dragon's head were originally empty, but when Yitian Xing used the heavenly fire to sweep over, a strange hissing sound was emitted, as if something had been ignited, but nothing could be seen.

  The pale blue smoke in Little Master's palm was even fainter now.

  "Can you see the truth?" The young master was somewhat surprised.

  Yi Tianxing could indeed see it, even after burning his eyes with his fingers. Although his eyes were a bit sore, he clearly saw the huge energy contained in the green smoke emanating from Xiao Gongzi's palm, as well as the faint wisps of smoke that were slowly approaching him. The terrifying aspect of Zhenlan Xian was that if this energy enveloped an enemy, it could stick to them tightly, leaving them unable to exert any force. Since Yi Tianxing could see the trajectory of Zhenlan Xian's movement, he naturally wouldn't give his opponent such an opportunity. With a wave of his hand, flames engulfed the area, and unexpectedly, the heavenly fire was so overbearing that it even incinerated this intangible energy body.

  The young master didn't wait for him to respond, and with a slight smile, he made a grasping motion with his palm, and the Zhenlan bowstring flew directly towards Yitian Xing's face.

  Yi Tianxing felt the enormous energy hidden in this mass of cyan mist and didn't dare to make any sudden movements, thinking of dodging to the side.

  Just as his body was about to turn around on the extremely narrow stone beam, the True Orchid String that had suddenly appeared out of thin air vanished without a trace. The next moment, it reappeared in the palm of the young master's hand.

  Yitian was taken aback for a moment before discovering a gust of wind had blown into his arms.

  But it was the young master who took advantage of his turning back, and with a speed that was extremely frightening, he approached his chest and pressed a palm on his chest.

  The young master's movements were as swift and elusive as a ghost, advancing and retreating with ease, like lightning or wind. In this moment, he stood quietly beside the incense burner at Dragon Head Temple. This stone beam stretched out into thin air over the cliff, below which lay the unfathomably deep valley of Wudang Mountain, yet he continued to move swiftly back and forth upon it, a truly breathtaking sight.

  This palm was pressed firmly on Yitian's chest, if it were an ordinary person, they would have been blown away long ago.

  But Yitian Xing is no ordinary person, he's a pervert, and he just thinks that the slight suffocation in his chest is no big deal.

  "You're not wearing any precious clothes, you have a congenital diamond body?"

  Yitian Xing smiled and said: "Not bad, young master, what can you teach me?" This tone was somewhat arrogant, looking at the young master to see how he would deal with this fearless guy.

  As soon as he finished speaking, the young master quickly recited a spell from his mouth.

  A burst of ripples appeared in the air above Longtou Xiang's head. Before Yitian could react, a large sword descended from the sky and chopped down on his left shoulder.

  This great sword seemed to come from another world, bursting out of the night sky above Wudang Mountain, leaving no room for defense!

  A loud "Boom!"

  Yi Tian Xing let out a low hum, feeling an enormous force pushing him downwards. His left leg went soft and he knelt down on one knee on the stone beam, his body swaying precariously as he nearly fell into the deep abyss!

  That great sword flashed by in an instant, and vanished in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

  Yi Tian Xing gritted his teeth in pain and suddenly raised his head to glare at the young master who was slowly approaching him: "You can't kill me!"

  The young master didn't say a word, his right hand formed a sword decision, and his black Zhongshan suit suddenly tightened.

  Yi Tian's heart tightened suddenly.

  Suddenly felt something was wrong in the air behind his right back.

  But this stone bridge was too narrow, leaving him no room to dodge, and he was once again heavily struck on the back by that mysterious and unpredictable great sword.

  Another loud noise.

  Yi Tian Xing felt that his internal organs were shaking, and he barely managed to stand steady on the stone beam. Unexpectedly, in the next moment, that large sword emerged from the air below, rising up from below, aiming straight at him with a "Remember Life Splitting Slash!"

  ……

  ……

  "My little white bird!"

  (I've been strongly recommended, I don't know what to say, since all of you brothers and sisters have taken the time to read my article, I'll just say thank you.)

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