Free Web NovelChapter 593: Chapter 46: Meng Po (2)
So difficult to deal with?
"Fellow Daoist, why must you be so aggressive?"
Fang Zheng spoke, his voice calm:
"I mean no harm, I am merely curious about the Yama Sect’s secret techniques, and have come specifically for a look."
"If Fellow Daoist is not pleased, I will return it after I’ve seen it, what’s the harm?"
"Nonsense!"
Upon hearing this, Meng Po was furious:
"You’ve gone too far, stealing the inheritance of other sects is a major taboo, today, I shall not spare you!"
She was even more resentful in her heart.
For thousands of years, no outsider had ever entered the Yama Secret Realm.
And the Ghost Kings of the Secret Realm all had their own specialty skills and were not particularly interested in the secret techniques of Fengdu City’s Library Pavilion.
For this reason, the guard had been lax, allowing the other party to sneak in and steal several secret techniques without being noticed.
She didn’t care much for the secret techniques, having long since memorized them, but this was tantamount to an open humiliation.
If I hadn’t gone to investigate that one called Fang Zheng, not in the Library Pavilion...
If the Library Pavilion’s array hadn’t fallen into disrepair over the years...
If not...
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and Meng Po’s eyes opened wide as she flung a streak of black light from her sleeve forward.
The black light moved like lightning, appearing over Fang Zheng’s head in a flash, bending down from the sky.
As it descended.
It seemed as if the sky collapsed and the ground caved in, space twisted, even the retreating figure of Fang Zheng halted.
A closer look.
The black light was actually an unknown wooden spoon, the wooden spoon capturing a piece of heaven and earth, smashing towards the essence qi of the body.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
The Wind and Cloud Banner trembled rapidly, even showing a hint of fear.
Goodness!
Fang Zheng’s eyes narrowed:
’What kind of magical artifact is this?’
’Its grade is actually higher than the Wind and Cloud Banner, perhaps comparable to the Cyan Rope Sword, does the Secret Realm have such treasures?’
As his thoughts turned, the Ghost King’s body suddenly gathered, the Ghost Claw gripping the Wind and Cloud Banner, thrusting it upwards as if it were a spear.
"Screech!"
The air emitted a shrill ghostly wail due to the rapid vibrations.
He was a true Martial Sect, integrating the martial arts of a hundred schools into one, his self-created martial arts were comparable to the top inheritances of the time.
As for martial arts,
Perhaps only a few Rogue Immortals could surpass him.
This thrust.
Gathering the essence, qi, and spirit, the tip of the long banner, where it pointed, the air seemed to boil, a violent force erupting in an instant.
Such fierce power would normally be overwhelmingly dominant.
Yet now, wielded by the Ghost King’s body, the whistling sound of the long spear was like the cries of ghosts and howls of gods, a violent wind rising within ten-some meters.
"Bang!"
The descending wooden spoon was struck, flying up high, tumbling back into Meng Po’s hands.
Though the incoming attack was repelled, the distance between the two closed.
"You treacherous thief!"
Meng Po shouted in a low voice, a mysterious light shone from the back of her head, a large black hand flew out from it, grasping towards Fang Zheng.
Profound Yin Qi Grand Capturing Hand!
As this divine power was invoked, it seemed to imprison the space of an acre, allowing the increasingly large Ghost Hand to grab at will.
Divine powers transformed by mana are not uncommon.
Such divine powers, aside from their individual mysteries, mainly rely on cultivation base to drive them, the higher the cultivation base, the more powerful.
As wielded by Meng Po, it was already quite astonishing.
"Hmph!"
Fang Zheng snorted coldly, his ghost body suddenly expanding, transforming into a young pale dragon, swirling the Wind and Cloud Banner as he collided.
The Wind and Cloud Banner trembled rapidly, countless cyan wind blades howled out, instantly chopping the Ghost Hand to pieces.
But in the next moment.
A gray ring appeared out of thin air, swallowing all the light trails and returning them even faster along the original path.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Zheng held the banner in one hand, gave it a light flick, the banner surface danced wildly, skillfully deflecting all the wind blades away with exquisite martial arts techniques.
Having just scattered the wind blades, countless green ghost fires fell from the sky, covering it densely.
"Heh..."
Fang Zheng chuckled lightly, his expression unchanged, the long banner in his hand suddenly shook, in an instant, thousands of banner shadows appeared out of thin air, encompassing all directions.
Only to hear a crackling noise as whirlwinds shot out, fierce energies flowed rampantly, ghost fires burst and splattered.
Countless banner shadows formed a mass, with ghost fire flying chaotically.
"Oh?"
Just as she was about to approach, Meng Po’s pupils quivered, her body suddenly retreated, her eyes filled with vigilance:
"Martial Arts Grandmaster!"
There were very few Martial Sects in the Yama Secret Realm.
No!
For thousands of years, there seemed to have been no Martial Sects, all were Masters who also cultivated martial arts, to have methods when engaging in close combat.
And a true Martial Sect, sweeping the heavens and earth with fists and feet, even leading armies to trample the world as generals.
Within dozens of meters, every move and gesture carried terrifying power, even magical treasures and flying swords could hardly withstand.
Just like earlier...
In Fang Zheng’s hand, the Wind and Cloud Banner transformed into a long spear. Wherever the spear shadows reached, any magic spell, divine power, or magical artifact was blasted away.
That space of over ten zhang was a forbidden zone for magic!
If Meng Po dared to step further, even with her profound cultivation and remarkable skills, she would find herself in peril.
"It’s truly someone from the outside world!"
It is impossible for a Martial Arts Grandmaster to suddenly appear here.
Her eyes narrowed, and with a single hand, Meng Po scooped up, causing a wooden bowl to appear in mid-air and tossed it towards Fang Zheng.
At the same time, a wooden scoop flew out, flashing as it struck.
"Hoo..."
Taking a deep breath, Meng Po lightly exhaled, and instantly, a rolling sandstorm surged forth, expanding in all directions.
She has cultivated for as many as 286 years, and her pure mana far surpasses that of an ordinary Master.
This place being the Yama Secret Realm further enhances her Yin Attribute Skills.
Moreover...
Although a Martial Arts Grandmaster is strong in close combat and commanding troops, at a distance, they’re not as convenient as a Magical Sage.
"Good!"
Fang Zheng shouted loudly, his body swayed, transforming into several afterimages.
Heart Intent — Bird Form.
Spreading wings in an embracing motion, with an empty mind and true spirit.
Heart Intent — Tiger Form.
Charging forward with double drills, embracing qi with both palms like the wind pouncing.
Heart Intent — Bear Form.
...
The afterimages evolved into Heart Intent Boxing, with fierce fist force executed through the body of the Ghost King, transforming into a cold and fierce wind.
In an instant.
The ghostly flames flickered in the field, violent winds swept, with occasional streaks of light shooting by, and deafening explosions were incessant.
Since advancing to Martial Arts Grandmaster, Fang Zheng had never fought so recklessly.
This time, the more he fought, the fiercer he became, his fighting spirit high, and his Divine Thought further stirred up tempests within the Wind and Cloud Banner.
Spear techniques, saber techniques, boxing...
Using Heart Intent Boxing as the foundation, with the Soaring Technique as an auxiliary, various skills were performed one by one, with afterimages overlapping, rolling like a tide.
"Boom!"
Powerful Qi exploded.
Meng Po took another step back, although surprised, she felt a slight relief in her heart.
Indeed!
The ancients did not deceive me. While the Martial Sect is strong, as long as you maintain distance, the Magical Sage holds the advantage.
At that moment, her black robe fluttered without wind, and a wooden bowl, a wooden scoop, and a steel needle successively appeared.
These three magical treasures were all items passed down through Meng Po’s lineage, refined over countless years, with power that could be described as formidable.
In the distance.
Fang Zheng took a deep breath, stepped back, and with a light wave of his long sleeves, the Wind and Cloud Banner and the Separation Alloy Wheel emerged.
At the same time, he opened his mouth wide, and a Spirit Talisman painted with countless intricate patterns floated out slowly.
Divine Talisman!
Upper Pure Great Cave Thunder True Talisman!
Hmm?
Meng Po’s expression changed, and her surging mana involuntarily paused, her eyes fixed intently on the Divine Talisman in the field.
At the moment the Divine Talisman appeared, it seemed that the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within a mile radius momentarily ceased its operation.
Fear!
This part of the world seemed to be afraid of that single talisman paper.
"Hoo..."
Fang Zheng exhaled turbid air, speaking slowly:
"Your mana is profound, I am impressed, but if you push me too far, it will be mutual destruction."
"..." Meng Po squinted:
"You dare?"
"You can take the gamble." Fang Zheng reached out, grasping the Upper Pure Great Cave Thunder True Talisman, looking at her:
"If you can make it difficult for me to activate this talisman before killing me, I will die willingly."
?
Meng Po stared fixedly at Fang Zheng, then after a long pause, she snorted coldly, and her sleeve suddenly retrieved all the magical treasures in the field.
"You came from the outside world, surely not just to fight to the death with this old body?"
"Of course."
Fang Zheng relaxed his brow slightly:
"If you’re willing to stop, that’s for the best."
"Hmph!"
Meng Po snorted coldly and said again:
"You won’t think that after stealing the secret transmission of Fengdu City, you can let it slide, do you?"
"Oh!"
Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows:
"What do you intend?"
"The City Lord intends to go to Black Mountain. If you’re willing to accompany this old body, not only will the theft of the secret transmission be overlooked, but I can also impart to you a few of the top-level secret transmissions of the Yama Sect." Meng Po’s eyes flickered as she spoke slowly:
"What do you think?"
"Go to Black Mountain?" Fang Zheng looked surprised:
"For what?"
