Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 342 - 339: Taiyi Golden Body, Eight Gates Sword Formation!

Chapter 342: Chapter 339: Taiyi Golden Body, Eight Gates Sword Formation!

A dramatic act of rebirth unfolded, with the grandmother, the Mountain God, returning to lovingly take the hands of her grandchildren, Wang Yuan and Huang Wu.

She warmly inquired after their well-being for quite some time.

She also listened to her precious granddaughter "chirp and chatter" about the events of the past year, her expression changing continuously.

Seeing the golden boy and jade girl, whose match she had facilitated, she grew more and more satisfied.

Even to this day, the invisible red string still wrapped around their feet—[Spiritual Response Method · A Thread Connecting Thousands of Miles] (Chapter 220) was a masterpiece of her own creation as the Earth God.

This Spiritual Response Method was originally intended to allow the two to protect each other and hide more easily,

thus avoiding the curse of the Owl God Tomb: "Speak not, lest it be known," and the impending misfortune.

During those dark and hazy fifteen years, she vaguely felt that although the siblings often quarreled, their affection for each other remained deep.

It was a comforting thought for her aged heart.

Now, a year later, she saw them again, basking in marital bliss and having achieved a joyous union.

Moreover, her granddaughter’s brows held a hint of joy and petulance, obviously befitting a young couple in harmony—a perfect and blissful match made in heaven.

The grandmother, having played the matchmaker, finally let out a deep sigh of relief.

She happily accepted the exotic gifts they brought her, but didn’t forget to pointedly say:

"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Wu, you truly have filial piety! Unlike someone, who doesn’t even know her own daughter and mother are dead!"

She then affectionately turned to Long Shao and to Zisu and Hualing, released by Wang Yuan, chatting with them for a long while.

However, when it finally came to her own biological daughter, who had been eagerly waiting on the side, the old lady’s previously kind and gentle face suddenly changed.

The very air of "Wangren Town" seemed to freeze.

"Hmph, you unfilial daughter, do you still remember there’s a home on Beimang Mountain? How dare you even show your face here today?!"

The more she spoke, the angrier she became, raising her dragon-headed cane, ready to fiercely strike her daughter’s backside.

Although, in the grandmother’s Dharma Domain, Qingyan, who pursued the path of Magic and Martial Unity, would not fear her the Mountain God,

she was still too ashamed to dodge, knowing she was at fault.

At this moment, all she could do was close her eyes, shrink her neck, and passively await her dear mother’s scolding.

Wang Yuan, leading Huang Wu and the sisters Zisu and Hualing, watched the scene unfold with great interest, completely unconcerned by the magnitude of the spectacle.

After finally suffering through days of hardship, looking back on this "old lady chastising her unfilial daughter" family drama was indeed amusing.

After all, it was joyous and commendable that a thousand-year-old grandmother still had the strength to hit someone!

The dragon-headed cane was raised and stopped, raised again and stopped again, over and over, while the onlookers’ heads bobbed up and down in sync.

Unfortunately, they were not able to see the anticipated show carry out.

"Ah!"

In the end, the grandmother’s heart softened for her daughter, and despite steeling herself, she could not bring herself to follow through with the discipline.

She eventually threw aside the cane, opened her arms wide, and pulled her daughter—who had been away from home for decades and had also suffered misfortune—into a tight embrace, sighing deeply:

"Xiao Yan, it’s good that you’ve come back safely! Mother has been waiting at home for you!"

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

Qingyan, returning to her mother’s side, also resumed her role as a daughter.

All the grievances she had no one to share with finally burst forth, and she cried inconsolably.

Wang Yuan and Huang Wu, hand in hand, also put away their amused attitudes and exchanged glances.

They understood each other’s thoughts.

It wasn’t enough to retrieve the [Wood Element Dragon Scale Armor] from that "peddler dragon" Zhou Wenrui; this matter ultimately required a thorough resolution.

On the day of the second month, Emperor Jianming had only suffered from the backlash of the Dragon Energy, falling into a severe coma, and had not yet passed away (Chapter 280).

Meanwhile, Wang Yuan had the million merits he obtained from stopping the diversion of the Turbid River, which then condensed into ten Merit Golden Wheels.

Combined with the increasingly powerful Incense Fire Vow Power from Dengzhou Prefecture and the North Border,

he should soon be able to completely ignore the high concentration of Dragon Energy at the Dragon Qi Core in Yunjing City and move freely within the capital.

Especially now that the "No-Life Dao" was forcibly relocating warlords from all regions into the Capital,

perhaps it was time to investigate the news and also meet with Zhou Wenrui to see if he had any regrets about what he had done.

And then, incidentally... see him off on his final journey!

At that moment, the "Ghost Ear Listening" that had long been scattered throughout Beimang Mountain sent an extremely unexpected image into Wang Yuan’s mind.

"Eh, is that... Xiao Cui?"

...

Wuu wuu wuu...

Yellow miasma filled the spaces between Beimang Mountain, forming clusters of black and yellow clouds that reeked of foulness.

Like the weight of Mount Tai, they heavily smashed down upon Cui Baiyu, the "Punishment Evil Thunder God," who was trapped within the formation.

At the same time, centipedes, venomous snakes, scorpions, geckos, toads, and rats, all formed from plague, poison, disease, and death auras,

swarmed together into an overwhelming flood, besieging him on all sides.

Cui Baiyu merged with the [Taiyin Split Light Sword] in his hand, turning into a streak of blazing white light, darting and charging within the "Plague Formation."

He leaped and swung his sword fiercely, cutting through swathes of yellow clouds.

As he shouted loudly:

"Thunder God’s thunderclap, swift as lightning and wind. Swords rain like drops, the army marches like clouds! Hasten!"

Radiant sword and lightning flashes exploded around him, turning the myriad venomous creatures and rats beneath into charred cinders crushed into dust.

"Taiyin Xuanbing Dao" Daoist Skill, in combination with the Divine Position of the Thunder Department, was precisely the nemesis of such malevolent spirits.

Unfortunately, once the array was established, an endless aura of evil plague formed its own isolated space; no matter how fast his Thunderclap Sword Escape was, he could never break out of the "Plague Formation."

Moreover, as the range of the rat plague spread wider and wider, and more Human-Faced Rats were born, the strength of the "Plague Demon, Yellow-Skinned Dharma King" also grew stronger.

With it as the Array Eye, the might of the "Plague Formation" naturally also increased.

At this rate, this "Punishment Evil Thunder God" would soon be thoroughly smothered to death within the array.

Watching the huge, flaying yellow weasel in the center of the formation, which flickered in and out of sight, continually swallowing yellow vapor, Cui Baiyu obviously realized this point too, and his face gradually turned ashen.

"These ’Plague Dao’ demons have hidden themselves too well.

Neither brazen upon achieving power, wishing everyone to know of their abilities, nor creating a complete ’No Silver Here’ scenario, voiding their very presence to a plague-free vacuum."

It was this very strategy of deploying the "Plague Umbrella," disguising the aura of the "Yellow-Skinned Dharma King" as just another ordinary Human-Faced Rat.

It had the Immortal Officials involved in the operation running ragged, shouting orders to save people from one rat after another, wasting precious manpower.

And providing the demons the perfect opportunity to carry out other sinister schemes!"

Of course, they had also taken advantage of his habitual thinking to severely trick him.

It was just that Cui Baiyu realized all of this too late.

Facing a desperate situation, unable to even send out a distress signal, he had to pay the price for his subconscious negligence.

In just a few exchanges, he was reduced to parrying, and the radiant sword circle that had been incomparably sharp was narrowing ever so much.

Even under the control of Sun Fenghan, a Mage of the Earth Essence realm, the pressure of the entire array gradually moved onto his chest, making him so distressed he wanted to vomit blood.

The "Punishment Evil Thunder God’s" expression constantly shifted until finally, his gaze fixed determinedly, as if a martyr determined to die, he stared unflinchingly at the "Yellow-Skinned Dharma King" at the center of the formation.

Even if he had to die here today, he would exhaust all his effort to take this principal culprit of the rat plague down with him!

To end this vast plague once and for all.

Clang—!

A sudden sound of metal clashing emerged from within his body; his entire body turned into a shiny silver color, the Dharma Body formed by the "Taiyin Split Light Sword"—the "Taiyin Golden Body."

He fiercely drew his fingertip across the blade, and his silver blood instantly smeared along the ridge of the sword, faintly emitting a cold glow.

He then stepped in all directions, chanting:

"Heaven has eight gates to direct the eight winds. Earth has eight directions to correspond with the Eight Diagrams. The mainstays of the four seasons govern all things...

Taiyin Golden Body, the Eight Gates’ envoy!

The Eight Gates Sword Array, open!"

Kai, Xiu, and Sheng gates opened simultaneously.

In an instant.

Crackle—!

An intense, invisible sword wind centered on his body suddenly lashed out in all directions, shredding the surrounding yellow vapor, poisons, and black rats into pieces.

It seemed as if he might have a chance to fight his way out of the "Plague Formation."

Within the "Eight Gates Sword Array," Kai, Xiu, and Sheng gates were highly auspicious; Jing Gate was slightly auspicious; Jingmen was slightly ominous; and the three gates of Si, Injury, and Du were highly ominous. Each of the eight gates corresponds to one of the eight sections.

The more gates that opened, the stronger the sword array became, but also, the faster one would die!

Whether it be the enemy or oneself.

With all eight gates opened, death was certain!

Unfortunately, Cui Baiyu knew that unless all eight gates were opened together, he had no chance to penetrate the core of the formation and lay his hands on the "Yellow-Skinned Dharma King."

Just as he gritted his teeth and was about to open all the remaining five gates in one breath—to burn through his two hundred and forty years of lifespan within the Mage Realm and put forth all his effort in one go—he suddenly heard an angry shout from outside the array:

"Sun Fenghan, you plague ghost, your bullying is excessive!

There are rules to dueling for the "Beimang Mountain Blessed Land," and success is based on ability. Yet you play dirty tricks, bullying the young with the old, attacking the disciples of my temple.

Quickly speak, where did you take my nephew, Jie Chi?"

"Pah, Xu Yun, you bald donkey, who has seen your sorry excuse for a nephew!

I wouldn’t be able to tell which one is Jie Chi and which one is Jie Se among that group of White Bone Monks. Perhaps he simply lacked the skills and was taken away by the mountain’s jackals and tigers as a toothpick, right? And you blame that on me?"

"Nonsense! My nephew has already achieved great success as a Yin God and is expected to ascend to the Mage Realm within a year. Who else but you could hurt him on this mountain?

You dare do but not admit it, a cowardly villain, shaming your sect!"

As he spoke, a huge bony claw harshly slammed down once more.

Without further ado, the two opposing groups of demons clashed once again.

Cui Baiyu, left out of the loop, was at a loss, having no clue where this bunch of people had come from.

But naturally, he wasn’t about to miss this excellent opportunity. Having others to distract them was the perfect chance for him to join the "Yellow-Skinned Dharma King" in death.

Just then, Cui Baiyu suddenly felt a gaze upon him and reflexively turned to look.

Surprisingly, he saw a handsome youth dressed in a precious blue long robe and wearing a jade crown, standing under a pagoda tree, seemingly like a wealthy young master.

In his hand, he was nibbling on something that looked like a "crispy bone."

Noticing Cui Baiyu’s gaze, he enthusiastically waved the "crispy bone" in his hand.

"Xiao Cui! Jie Chi tastes pretty good, want some?"

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