met free Chapter 65: Who is stronger and who is weaker?
Chapter 65: Who is stronger and who is weaker?
Many worshippers realized that this was not a battle they could participate in, and immediately hid under the willow tree.
"Sir, will you win?"
Those who had never seen Ye Xuan make a move wore expressions of worry, except for Chen Hong and Li Laosi, who were from Shuitian Village and knew all too well the power of the Immortal Willow.
They watched silently as the two men faced off on the lake.
The purple-robed priest remained silent throughout, but as Ye Xuan continued to approach, he began to make hand gestures.
A sharp cry erupted from his vicinity, the sound waves causing ripples to spread across the lake.
Ye Xuan calmly channeled his spiritual power while also drawing upon the power of the willow tree behind him, causing the surging lake beneath his feet to erupt into another wall of water.
A wall of water several meters high surged up and immediately surrounded the purple-robed ritual performer, while the sky instantly changed from clear to cloudy and rainy.
Thick, leaden thunderclouds instantly gathered above the only point where the water wall could be breached.
Several streaks of white light flashed, followed by a continuous rumble of thunder.
Upon witnessing the young man's ability to influence celestial phenomena, the purple-robed priest immediately noticed the willow tree on the shore. He guessed that the young man was probably the willow tree's protector or something similar.
Coming to his senses, facing the rolling thunder above, the purple-robed priest dodged and weaved, managing to navigate the lightning array with pinpoint accuracy.
He unleashed his full spiritual power, and his immense strength instantly blew away the thunderclouds in the sky and the surrounding water walls.
Water droplets cascaded down, landing on the willows on the bank, nourishing the thick, lush branches.
Ye Xuan moved again, and several bolts of heavenly lightning descended, constantly forcing the purple-robed ritualist to his side until he was right in front of him.
A shimmering cyan whirlwind appeared in Ye Xuan's palm.
The purple-robed ritual priest sensed the power contained within the whirlwind and, seeing that something was wrong, tried to leave, but the power leaking from Hong Tian's palm pulled him back slightly.
With a single strike of the Heavenly Palm, a whirlwind struck the purple-robed ritualist directly, causing an explosion, and then another...
Even though he used his spiritual power to protect himself immediately, the purple-robed monk was still blasted dozens of meters away and fell down the mountain.
In less than fifteen minutes, the two exchanged blows frequently, and both suffered losses.
Ye Xuan remained suspended in mid-air on the lake, using his senses to probe the water. He knew that the purple-robed ritual would not have much of an impact.
The martial arts techniques I currently possess, which are mostly driven by physical strength, are ultimately no match for the magic of this world.
As the dust settled, the purple-robed priest flew out, accompanied by several beams of light flying towards him.
He simply calmed his mind, and his simple Taoist robe fluttered without wind, drawing in a continuous stream of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
The beams of light that flew at high speed were instantly crushed to dust upon contact with the rising spiritual energy.
The purple-robed priest stared at Ye Xuan, sensing something amiss in his heart as he observed the strange changes in Ye Xuan's body.
He stopped testing them, his eyes gleaming with a precious light, and the next moment, a bronze mirror flew out of his robes.
The bronze mirror quickly expanded from the size of a palm to half a meter in diameter in mid-air. Its surface reflected the dazzling sunlight, which, when it shone onto the lake water below, caused it to boil.
The light reflected from the bronze mirror shone towards Ye Xuan's location, gradually dispelling the spiritual energy that had gathered around him.
In a short time, Ye Xuan had replenished his energy using the Taoist robe he was wearing, and was now fully recovered!
The entire hillside behind Shuitian Village was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, with not a ray of sunlight able to penetrate the leaden clouds.
The bronze mirror in mid-air, which had previously relied on the power of the blazing sun, was now rendered useless.
Countless bolts of lightning roared and crashed, but the purple-robed ritual performer remained calm.
He immediately turned the bronze mirror in the air around so that it faced the thunderclouds in the sky directly...
The bronze mirror absorbed the thunderclouds in the sky, just like the blazing sun earlier, and then transformed them into itself, blasting them towards Ye Xuan on the lake surface.
He wanted to see which of the two heavenly lightning bolts was stronger.
"How can that mirror absorb everything?"
Li Laosi was indignant, but of course he dared not speak loudly, for fear that the purple-robed priest would hear him and casually unleash a force that would reduce him to ashes.
The villagers of Mizuta and other worshippers hid in the shade of the trees, where the battle had not affected them from the beginning.
The willow catkins swaying in the wind seem to have no pattern, but they always manage to precisely sweep away the aftershocks that fly in.
Ye Xuan stared at the heavenly lightning hurtling towards him. Although the Immortal Willow was powerful, his cultivation was insufficient, and he did not yet have his own consciousness.
He could only control the willow branches by himself, and he was already struggling to keep up.
He had no choice but to use his lightning-summoning finger to first disperse the thunderclouds in the sky, and then leave a wisp of spiritual energy to knock the bronze mirror askew.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Ye Xuan once again used his Daoist robe to release a mist of blue and white, and began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him.
Just as the purple-robed priest was about to stop him, he saw that after only a few breaths, the young man in front of him had returned to normal.
Ye Xuan looked at the purple-robed ritual performer with a relaxed expression and steady breathing, his eyes full of provocation.
"Are you a human or a ghost?! How can you hit someone like that?"
The purple-robed priest cursed loudly, his initial contempt gradually giving way to a sense of fear.
Thinking back on his many years of cultivation, he had never seen such a shameless person, whose repeated additions seemed endless...
Ye Xuan didn't waste words with him. After all, this was a world of cultivation, where life and death depended on one's own abilities!
He leaped to the purple-robed ritual figure, the two less than half a meter apart, and a point of white light emanated from Ye Xuan's fingertip.
The white light slowly drifted down onto the purple-robed monk, who surprisingly did not sense any threat from it and did not dodge.
"A direct hit?"
Ye Xuan couldn't help but be somewhat astonished. If you dared to take this head-on, you'd probably die...
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the white light disappeared into the purple-robed ritual figure, without any apparent change.
The next second, the purple-robed priest's eyes suddenly became lifeless, and he inexplicably plummeted straight towards the lake. His body was supported by a rising white mist, preventing him from falling to the bottom of the lake.
"puff."
With a soft thud, the purple-robed priest's chest exploded, staining the lake red and spreading the stench of blood.
A few curious people immediately ran to the lakeside and saw that a small willow seedling was gradually growing out of the flesh and blood that the purple-robed monk had exploded.
The willow seedling took root in his flesh and blood, and with its strong vitality, it grew rapidly until it was half a meter tall.
The power that appeared above the willow seedlings seemed to have a mind of its own, and flew toward Ye Xuan who was standing to the side.
He absorbed all the life force and cultivation of the purple-robed ritual, and the feeling of fullness in his body became more and more obvious.
His cultivation level increased by one level, reaching the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.
Ye Xuan's face showed little joy, because a talisman suddenly floated out from the body of the purple-robed ritual figure who had just died from the explosion.
The talisman floated slowly, then exploded instantly, and a humanoid phantom solidified in mid-air.
"Hmm? It doesn't seem like a willow tree transformed into a human..."
The aged-looking phantom disappeared after it had figured out Ye Xuan's appearance, and suddenly a battle cry rang out from the mountain behind Shuitian Village.
"Capture everyone from Mizuta Village!"