Lin Fang halted his steps, his breath seemingly rging with the grand mountain, with an aura uniquely of nature erging from him.
A mischievous bird slowly landed on his head, gently pecking at Lin Fang’s hair, yet he remained completely still.
At this mont, his mind had plunged deeply into the comprehension of the Dao of Heaven and Earth, an opportunity that would make countless cultivators envious.
Epiphany, a state tirelessly sought after by innurable cultivators, is elusive and cannot be forced.
In this magical state, a cultivator’s Primordial Spirit becos exceptionally active, and sensitivity toward the Dao of Heaven and Earth becos extraordinarily keen.
In Lin Fang’s eyes appeared a miraculous world where colorful lines interwove, with a multicolored aura filling Heaven and Earth, creating a brilliant and diverse world.
Lin Fang contemplated; these colorful auras were the Five Elents, and those intertwining lines were the laws of the Dao of Heaven and Earth.
A re glance brought countless realizations to mind. When Lin Fang opened his eyes, a bright moon had already risen above the treetops—it was already deep into the night.
Lin Fang exhaled softly and moved his stiff body slightly, his motion waking the bird that had settled on his head.
The mischievous bird pecked at Lin Fang’s hair in annoyance and then flew into the sky.
Lin Fang watched it with a hint of a smile on his face; he could sense a faint demon Qi on the little bird. It seed that, due to his own epiphany, the little bird might have received so fortune and embarked on the path of cultivation.
Perhaps many years later, a monster would erge among these mountains and forests.
But that was probably sothing for many years in the future. Lin Fang smiled and shook his head, discarding the thought.
Turning past a grove of trees, he saw steps paved with green stone slabs, which extended unbroken toward the mountain peak, appearing quite imposing.
Lin Fang ascended the steps and soon saw a Taoist temple quietly standing among the mountains, its green tiles and grey bricks bathed in the serene moonlight, emanating an air of peaceful tis.
Lin Fang slowly approached the entrance of the Taoist temple and saw a plaque hanging above, inscribed with the three characters "Juxian Temple" in a dynamic, fluid script as if written by soone with a spirited charm.
While Lin Fang was observing Juxian Temple, he suddenly heard a loud shout from inside, "Thief! You dare to show up at my door, do you think you are Bi Mawen?"
With these words, a thin Daoist burst out from inside, full of rage. Upon seeing Lin Fang standing at the entrance, the Daoist threw a punch without a word.
Lin Fang quickly parried, feeling an imnse force striking him and internally remarking on the surprisingly great strength of the seemingly frail Daoist.
He refused to be outdone, mana surging through his body, and the two began to wrestle with enormous vigor surrounding them, creating huge wind pressures that swept across all directions in the void.
True Immortal Ruyi realized Lin Fang’s toughness after exchanging blows and thought to himself that his demon body was tempered through trials and tribulations. Though not quite as formidable as his brother, the Great Strength Bull Demon King, he was rarely matched by others. Yet the young man before him was so powerful.
The two separated and, in less than a mont, had exchanged dozens of moves, the surrounding vegetation torn asunder by the fierce gales, leaving chaos in their wake, and the stone-paved ground cracked all over.
"Damn it, if it wasn’t for that wretched monkey destroying my weapon, I wouldn’t have to be so passive," True Immortal Ruyi thought angrily.
His abilities all relied on that exotic weapon; his actual hand-to-hand combat skills were rather poor.
Fortunately, Lin Fang was no martial artist either, his fist and foot techniques were also diocre. Thus, the two found themselves evenly matched, feeling as though they had t worthy opponents.
However, for soone who held himself in such high regard as True Immortal Ruyi, trading blows evenly with Lin Fang was nothing to be proud of.
While the two were deeply engaged in battle, a group of uninvited guests quietly arrived at the foot of Jieyang Mountain.
Cloaked in large straw hats and graceful in figure, they each had a distinct aura. The glimpses of their faces revealed beauty that could ruin kingdoms.
"This ti, we must take back the Infertility Spring," the leading woman said, looking up at the Juxian Temple standing between the mountains with determination.
Her voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a hint of age, which did not match her appearance at all.
"Sister, don’t worry, I’ve already found out. So ti ago, the Holy Monk from the Eastern Land ca here and mistakenly drank the Zimu River Water. His eldest disciple ca here seeking the water and got into a fight with the local Taoist. It’s said he injured him, but most importantly, he destroyed his weapon," a petite woman spoke, her voice also with a rasp.
"Without that weapon, I’d like to see how that stinking Taoist can strut around with his sword. His weapon was really too bizarre."
"We must retrieve the Infertility Spring this ti, or else, with the imbalance of yin and yang, we will all die," the leading woman said solemnly, her words filled with unyielding resolve.
If Leng Qingyue were here, she would surely recognize that these people destroyed her temple and were the ones pulling the strings behind Maiden’s Country.
Ever since True Immortal Ruyi accidentally entered Maiden’s Country, he had discovered the anomaly here and wanted to cultivate. Without the Solar Energy from the Infertility Spring, his male body might be covertly transford by the Heavenly Yin Energy.
So, he brazenly took over the Infertility Spring and built the Juxian Temple, but he was smart enough to acquiesce to those who brought gifts in exchange for the water from the Infertility Spring. Thus for so ti, no one managed to intervene.
To avoid disasters, this group behind the scenes had always used the thod of feigned death until they awoke when the Solar Energy beca insufficient.
As the saying goes, without yang, yin cannot grow; without yin, yang cannot prosper. Without Solar Energy, they could no longer maintain their longevity, and the power of ti would ruthlessly descend upon them.
Faced with a life-or-death crisis, these recluses had no choice but to leave their seclusion and seek out trouble with True Immortal Ruyi.
But True Immortal Ruyi was skillful and possessed strong mana. On account of his older brother, he had extraordinary experience and nurous thods, especially the exotic weapon in his hand, which had tricky angles and always caught his opponents off guard in battle, causing them trouble with the slightest oversight.
After a fierce struggle, the won not only failed to take back the Infertility Spring but also sustained injuries.
Their bodies were already on the verge of danger, and injuries would accelerate their aging, forcing them to withdraw and wait for another chance.
Perseverance pays off, and the arrival of Tang Monk and his disciples provided them with an excellent opportunity. True Immortal Ruyi suffered a great loss at the hands of the monkey, and, to make matters worse, he was seriously injured, and even his weapon was destroyed.
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