This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

Xu Zhiyuan frowns and says, “The legend of imprisoning the Evil Dragon in the Eight-sided Well is just a story. It’s been more than 1600 years since Heavenly Master Xu ascended. Even if the Evil Dragon was truly trapped in the Eight-sided Well, it should be dead by now.”

“The flood dragon is not dead.”

Xu Yang says, “And she’s not an evil dragon either. The flood that year was caused unintentionally by her. Later, to atone for her sins, she followed Heavenly Master Xu to resolve water disasters all over, saving many disaster-stricken people.”

“To atone for her sins, she let Heavenly Master Xu lock her in the Eight-sided Well for a thousand years.”

“The thousand years have long passed, it’s time to let her free.”

“Oh?”

Xu Zhiyuan shows surprise and looks at Xu Yang, “You’ve been in contact with the Evil Dragon before?”

“My primordial spirit once went into the Eight-sided Well.”

Xu Yang honestly says, “Nowadays, the primordial spirit of the flood dragon is housed in the Zifu acupoint of my Sea of Consciousness, and I was able to escape from Supreme Sage Lingxiao’s fatal blow because of her.”

This is not a lie.

At that time, when Supreme Sage Lingxiao released his Daoist skills, Xu Yang could not even move a finger and it was difficult to summon Lord Cui.

Calculating the time…

At that time, if it hadn’t been for Long Xiaoxue, he would have been almost dead already.

Xu Zhiyuan: “……”

It takes him a while to speak, “Your luck is really good!”

With a single dragon soul, she managed to block Revered Daoist Lingxiao. Such an ability implies a Daoist Master-level strength, and if her real body is released, her combat power might be even stronger.

Now that there are Ghost Immortals lurking in the world, even the heavens may have sent down powerful masters. Xu Yang feels that having only Yue Niang, the Ghost Immortal, around him isn’t safe enough, so he wants to free Long Xiaoxue.

“To open the Eight-sided Well, you must cut off those Dragon-binding Chains.”

The grandfather and grandson arrive at the entrance of Wanshou Palace.

Xu Zhiyuan points at the Eight-sided Well and says, “These Dragon-binding Chains were made from deep-sea cold iron by Heavenly Master Xu before his ascension. Once the chains are broken, the Daoist formation inside the Eight-sided Well will naturally collapse.”

Xu Yang takes out his Bi Shui Sword and cuts at the Dragon-binding Chain.

Clang!

Sparks fly.

The chain remains intact.

“Grandpa, please stand back.”

Xu Yang’s sword aura and essence of the sword rise sharply as he says, “Be careful not to get hurt by my sword aura!”

Xu Zhiyuan chuckles, “You little brat, showing off in front of your grandpa. You’re only at the Divine Transcendence Realm – what? Martial Arts Heavenly Being Realm? Such a powerful sword aura!”

But before he finishes his sentence, he quickly retreats as the expression on his face becomes very colorful.

Xu Yang is surrounded by a sword aura, and an overwhelming sword aura rises to the sky from his body. Even from several tens of steps away, Xu Zhiyuan can still feel the sharpness that the sword aura brings!

He is a ghost.

When facing this overwhelming sword aura, it feels like accumulated snow being exposed to intense sunlight!

And Xu Yang strikes with his sword!

The black iron chains on the Eight-sided Well are struck by the sword and jingle.

However, they still remain unbroken.

Xu Yang puts away the Bi Shui Sword, looks down and sees a faint sword mark on the Dragon-binding Chain.

Xu Zhiyuan floats back over and says, “I didn’t expect that you practiced both Daoism and martial arts. In just four years, you’ve not only cultivated your Daoist skills to such a high level, but your martial arts are equally strong… This sword is powerful enough to compete with the Martial Arts Heavenly Being Realm peak, but there’s still a gap in breaking the Dragon-binding Chains.”

“How can it be just a little gap?”

Xu Yang shakes his head and says, “I’m afraid that it will take a Daoist True Monarch or a Land Immortal to forcibly cut the Dragon-binding Chains… Old man, please retreat a bit more. I have another move, and if it still can’t break the Dragon-binding Chains, then I can only ask for help!”

This time Xu Zhiyuan doesn’t say anything but obediently retreats.

As he looks at Xu Yang, there is doubt in his eyes…

This kid has already shown such strong combat power, does he still have a stronger trump card?

After the old man moves away.

Xu Yang also retreats a few steps.

He sits cross-legged on the ground, places the Thousand-year-old Thunderstruck Peachwood Sword across his legs, and then with a flick of his primordial spirit, it enters the Peachwood Sword!

Standing in the distance, Xu Zhiyuan feels a warm breeze blow past, and then he sees the Peachwood Sword that he left behind flying up!

“Pure Yang primordial spirit?”

Xu Zhiyuan’s face shows a “seeing a ghost” expression!

Whoosh!

A flash of sword light cuts towards the Dragon-binding Chain!

This sword seems less powerful than the one Xu Yang used with the Great River sword aura, but its actual power is several times stronger. With a “clang” sound, the sword hums, and when the sword light dissipates, the Dragon-binding Chain remains intact, but the sword marks on it have deepened.

Inside the Sea of Consciousness at the Zifu Acupoint, Long Xiaoxue, after “watching” this scene, sighs and says, “Xu Yang, don’t waste your energy. Although the Dragon-binding Chain was casually refined by Heavenly Master Xu, how powerful was he back then?”

“The chain he casually refined probably couldn’t even be broken by an ordinary Daoist True Monarch. With your talent, achieving Daoist True Monarch is just a matter of time; you’ll easily break the Dragon-binding Chain by then. Or you could gather Jingming and the Master Seal, and you don’t have to break the chain, you can still break the Daoist formation in the well.”

Although she says this, there is still a hint of disappointment in Long Xiaoxue’s eyes.

She had been trapped in Dragon-binding Well for over 1600 years, naturally craving freedom.

If it was before this strand of her soul managed to escape with Xu Yang, then a decade or so of sleep wouldn’t matter to her. But now that she had seen the dazzling world outside, any more time trapped was pure torture!

Xu Yang’s primordial spirit returned to his body, and with a smile, he put away the Peachwood Sword and said, “Since I can’t cut it open, I’ll ask my friends for help… Do you really think a few Dragon-binding Chains can stop me?”

Xu Zhiyuan flew to his side and said, “Generally, Daoist True Monarchs and Land Immortals may find it difficult to cut the Dragon-binding Chain. Can you really invite such a powerful friend?”

Xu Yang wouldn’t pass up any chance to show off in front of his old man.

He flicked his bangs with his fingers, and mildly smiled, “What do we depend on in the martial world? Not personal strength, but relationships and experience… If there’s one thing I have, it’s friends!”

“Call Yue Niang?”

“Yue Niang has been a Ghost Immortal for over a hundred years and has refined the land decree into her Yin deity form. Her abilities are slightly greater than those of ordinary Daoist Supreme Sages. However, whether she can sever the Dragon-binding Chain is uncertain.”

“Grandmaster Chengming…forget it, this old Daoist has a lot of opinions about me. He definitely won’t be nice if I call him.”

Xu Yang seemed to be talking to himself.

However, every time he mentioned a name, Xu Zhiyuan’s eyebrows twitched.

“Lord Cui is too busy with official duties; there’s no need to bother him with such trivial matters… I’ll ask Minister Wang instead, he seems to have plenty of free time writing small essays every day.”

He immediately took out his phone and called Wang Hou.

Half an hour later.

Wang Hou descended from the sky holding a stone bead in his right hand and landed in front of Wanshou Palace’s gate.

“Supreme Sage Xu.”

Seeing Xu Zhiyuan, he wasn’t too surprised. He greeted him with a smile, “It’s been almost 28 years since we last met, right? How have you been, Supreme Sage Xu?”

There was nearly a 30-year age gap between him and Xu Zhiyuan.

When Wang Hou entered the martial arts world, he was just under 18 years old.

While Xu Zhiyuan was middle-aged in Daoism.

However, they were indeed from the same generation. They even competed against each other back then and were well-acquainted. They began catching up as they greeted each other.

Seeing his old friend again, Xu Zhiyuan felt a sense of nostalgia and lamented, “Yes, 28 years… I never thought that Minister Wang would now be at the Land Immortal realm.”

“If it weren’t for the failed struggle for Daoist leadership back then, I suppose you would be a Daoist True Monarch now, Supreme Sage Qingxu, or at least not far from it.”

The two, one man and one ghost, exchanged pleasantries for a while.

Unable to endure it any longer, Xu Yang, who had been staring at the stone bead in Wang Hou’s hand, curiously asked, “Minister Wang, this stone bead of yours…””

You’re asking about this stone bead?”

Wang Hou opened his palm and said, “On my way here, I encountered an evil statue. This is its stone figure.”

As he opened his palm, a thick gray mist rose from the stone bead. Then, the bead burst with a “pop,” turning into pieces of shattered stone that fell to the ground.

The shattered stone wriggled, and the gray mist filled the area. A tiny stone figure stood up from the ground.

It was about a foot tall, but its aura was comparable to that of a martial arts Heavenly Being. It cursed, “Dammit, who the hell sealed this boss? Do you want me to kill you… Ah…”

Before the stone figure could finish speaking, Wang Hou grabbed it again, crushing it back into a stone bead. He glanced at the few Dragon-binding Chains on the octagonal well and said, “You asked me to come here to cut these chains?”

Xu Yang nodded.

Wang Hou took out a treasured knife and laughed, “I’ve been wanting to cut these chains for a long time. However, since they were left behind by Heavenly Master Xu, I thought it would be rude to do so without permission. Now that you’ve asked, I’ll take care of them.”

Boom!

A muffled sound emanated from Wang Hou’s body.

This was the eruption of his primordial energy.

He held the knife in his left hand and slashed down.

This slash contained no hint of blade essence.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a glint of blade light exploding from the tip. Then, with a “snap,” the thick Dragon-binding Chains broke!

Snap.

Another faint sound came from inside the octagonal well, as if something had shattered.

Inside Xu Yang’s Zifu and Shihai, Long Xiaoxue laughed, “The Daoist formation is open…”

Hum!

She transformed into a “little snake” and flew out of Xu Yang’s Zifu and Shihai. She hovered in mid-air, her body quickly expanding into a phantom flood dragon more than a hundred meters long, before diving into the octagonal well!

The next moment, the entire Xishan Wanshou Palace began to tremble faintly.

A demonic aura soared into the sky from the octagonal well!

“Hahahaha!”

“Over 1600 years…”

“I’ve finally broken free!”

Long Xiaoxue’s crisp voice, full of swagger, came out from the well, followed by a snow-white flood dragon covered in delicate white scales, flying out of the octagonal well!

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