Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 167 - 158: True Immortal Demeanor, Nature Hard to Change!
Boom!
A Thunder Prison descended from the clear sky, directly targeting Daoist Changfeng's face. The power of the thunder was extraordinarily masculine and filled with upright energy, far beyond any ordinary thunder.
Even the Super-level Techniques, Hand Heart Thunder, mastered by Lu Qingfeng paled in comparison.
It could slay demons and vanquish evil!
The form of the purgatory also possessed the ability to suppress.
Once it appeared, it heavily oppressed Daoist Changfeng.
"Hm?"
Daoist Changfeng initially had his hands clasped behind his back, appearing quite indifferent.
But upon seeing Lu Qingfeng's deployment of the Thunder Skill, his face immediately revealed a hint of surprise. Simultaneously retreating step by step on the Heavenly Gang defense while his hands gestured seals, the Wind and Fire moved together, instantly covering his body with a shield made from a powerful whirlwind of Wind and Fire.
Then, the Thunder Prison descended, enveloping Daoist Changfeng completely.
Advancing or retreating, flying upward or burrowing underground, there was thunder in its attack.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Wind and Fire Big Mill spun, seeming to erode the thunder.
Wind aiding the fire.
Fire riding the wind.
The Big Mill continuously accumulated.
However, lightning ignited fire, wearing down the Wind and Fire Big Mill enveloping Daoist Changfeng.
Ssss, ssss, ssss!
The moment the two came into contact, the seemingly strong Wind and Fire Big Mill abruptly ceased and rapidly dimmed and shattered.
Boom!
The remaining thunder power did not diminish, striking fiercely, hitting Daoist Changfeng's face squarely.
Daoist Changfeng was instantly struck, trembling all over, and was flung backward falling into a deep pit.
"Daoist Changfeng, to fall in one blow?!"
"No! It's not that, it's that Guang Yuanzi's strength is too strong!"
"Such powerful Thunder Skill!"
"Guang Yuanzi's strength has grown stronger!"
...
Lu Qingfeng displayed the Thunder Skill, and before the crowd could react, Daoist Changfeng, who just a moment ago appeared expert, was already defeated.
Everything happened in a flash.
The crowd felt that the Wind and Fire Big Mill was extraordinarily formidable, excellent for both defense and offense, yet it couldn't withstand even a single strike under the Thunder Prison.
"This Guang Yuanzi—"
A White Rock hermit within the crowd, seeing Lu Qingfeng destroy the Wind and Fire Big Mill with one strike, his pupils suddenly contracted.
He had battled Daoist Changfeng six months ago and was aware of the potency of his Wind and Fire Techniques.
Although he purposely lost that day, he had witnessed the power of Daoist Changfeng's techniques. But during their engagement, Daoist Changfeng had never used the Wind and Fire Big Mill.
White Rock hermit thought to himself, if Daoist Changfeng had used such techniques from the beginning, even if he resisted with all his might, defeat was only a matter of time.
With this thought.
White Rock hermit's gaze towards Lu Qingfeng shifted.
"Soul Searching Guang Yuan!"
"Indeed, it is still Soul Searching Guang Yuan!"
Guan Lanzi, Changsun Ni Chang, and others, too, changed their expressions, eyes flickering. Initially they thought that since Guang Yuanzi hadn't truly shown his cultivation level and hadn't fought with others for years, he might have fallen behind, hence the low profile.
Today, they realized being low-profile was true, falling behind was false.
The World's First Immortal of the past, even after the second Heavenly Change, his charm still remains unchanged!
Whoosh!
As the crowd discussed, the sound of wind arose.
A figure leapt out from the deep pit; it was Daoist Changfeng.
"What Thunder Skill did you just use?"
Daoist Changfeng looked unharmed, just frowning slightly, his gaze towards Lu Qingfeng no longer indifferent as before.
Apparently, he hadn't expected Lu Qingfeng to possess such strength.
"Thunder Prison."
Lu Qingfeng smiled.
This technique originates from the "Prison Control Heart Sutra," where a super-level Thunder Skill—Five Thunders Refining Hell—was fused with various Thunder Skills to enhance its power.
It has reached the level of Divine Skills.
At this moment, even Daoist Changfeng's remarkable Wind and Fire Big Mill technique could not compete with Lu Qingfeng in a single clash.
"Thunder Prison?"
"It seems more like the technique transmitted by the Prison-controlling Five Thunder Great God—Five Thunders Refining Hell."
Daoist Changfeng's expression was severe, his tone suddenly strict, "I had long heard that Guang Yuanzi, relying on his cultivation level, seized the inheritance of various sects in his early years. I originally thought it was mere curiosity, but to think a mere Master of Soul Searching Temple would dare to secretly learn the techniques passed down to the Lower Realm by the Prison-controlling Five Thunder Great God. If you do not wish to bring calamity to your ancestor, quickly abandon this technique; otherwise, even your ancestor won't be spared from accountability when the heavenly deities wrath descends. Within the Thunder Department, you'll suffer a decline!"
Daoist Changfeng landed on the ground, looking at Lu Qingfeng, his words still carrying a hint of admonition.
"This—"
"What do you mean by this, Daoist Changfeng?"
"Prison-controlling Five Thunder Great God?"
...
Seeing Daoist Changfeng behave unusually, everyone around first reacted with astonishment. Soon after, they came to a realization—
"Could this lad be trying to deny his loss?!"
With this thought, the look in everyone's eyes toward Daoist Changfeng suddenly carried a tinge of contempt.
Before the battle, it was agreed to bet with Magic Artifacts. Having already lost, yet he rambled nonsensically, as if the cultivators present couldn't see through it? Moreover, Daoist Changfeng's statement was indeed exposing everyone's shortcomings.
Each one who felt targeted by Daoist Changfeng's words was displeased in their heart.
"..."
Lu Qingfeng looked at Daoist Changfeng and couldn't help but sneer.
The rank of the Prison-controlling Five Thunder Great God and his status within the Thunder Department are indeed much higher than that of the Soul Searching Ancestor.
The former is a great deity commanding a million Heavenly Soldiers, and the latter merely commands ten thousand.
They are not even comparable.
Lu Qingfeng, as the master of Soul Searching Temple in the Changqing Realm, seized and secretly learned the techniques of the Prison-controlling Five Thunder Great God. If the great deity were to make a fuss, the consequences would indeed be unimaginable.
However, Lu Qingfeng is merely a Lower Realm Mortal Cultivator, his cultivation at the Spirit Void Stage.
What sort of person is the Prison-controlling Five Thunder Great God?
If he truly cared about quarreling with Lu Qingfeng, he might become a laughingstock throughout the entire Heavenly Realm, inevitably being greeted behind his back with whispers of 'pettiness.'
Daoist Changfeng's words, while appearing logical, are only intimidating to ordinary cultivators.
For Lu Qingfeng, it was presumptuous.
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Furthermore—
"This is Thunder Prison, not Five Thunders Refining Hell, Daoist Changfeng is shortsighted, do not spout nonsense to incite laughter."
Lu Qingfeng glanced at Daoist Changfeng and shook his head.
This person truly had a problematic reincarnation.
Lacking the demeanor of a True Immortal.
Perhaps—
are True Immortals not what I imagined? All perfection, with an aura of immortality and righteousness?
A thought suddenly struck Lu Qingfeng's mind.
Thinking back to his previous life, encountering the Core Formation Stage Hun Mountain Demon King, meeting the Core Formation True Man, Primordial Spirit True One, in the Red Smoke Realm...
It seems.
Each one had cultivated for long, yet their nature had not changed much.
Cultivation refines temperament, elevating the spirit.
It seems Lu Qingfeng didn't change his disposition after all.
Before seeing Daoist Changfeng, he believed that a reincarnated True Immortal would certainly possess an extraordinary spirit.
Who knew they were the same vile and sordid sort.
