Taiyi Dao Fruit

Jiang Li only felt the world before his eyes suddenly darken, the temple, the crowd, all seemed to fade away, and there were only a pair of bewitching vertical pupils staring at him, dominating his sight. A restless feeling began to emerge in his mind.

He felt himself unconsciously recalling memories.

However, at that moment, a Nuo Mask suddenly appeared, blocking the vertical pupils. A set of memories surfaced in Jiang Li's mind, but they were not his own.

They were from Meng Yuanzhi's perspective, belonging to Meng Yuanzhi.

And in reality, this scene of memories also materialized, hovering in the air like a mirage.

Starting from when Meng Yuanzhi saw the monk perform a ritual to summon rain, to driving the monk away, making him flee, lifting the iron board, and then to the arrival of the Sword-carrying Scholar.

When that figure appeared before everyone's eyes, the beautiful Xiao Jiuniang unconsciously held her breath, her lovely face showing a trace of fear. The two Taoists and the middle-aged strong man, as well as Yang Ji himself, all revealed a solemn expression.

"It's him, no mistake," Xiao Jiuniang's voice turned shrill, tinged with a quiver, "I'll never forget that face, even in death."

Really? That scared?

The others, upon seeing Zhong Shenxiu, were also solemn but did not show fear -- only Xiao Jiuniang both hated and feared him.

A Sixth-Rank Devil Cultivator so afraid, Zhong Shenxiu truly lived up to his reputation.

Then the young Taoist asked, "Who are that Green Robed Swordsman and the unremarkable man?"

Jiang Li felt like laughing.

This so-called unremarkable man was naturally Feng Manlou.

In fact, Feng Manlou was quite handsome and could be considered delicate, but unfortunately, he was standing alongside Jiang Li and Zhong Shenxiu. The contrast between them made the difference stark.

Zhong Shenxiu was the most outstanding, with both his temperament and nearly perfect facial features making him the most striking among the three.

Jiang Li was second; he had disguised himself, but the contour of his facial features was still there, and confronting Zhong Shenxiu, he displayed his true temperament, adding a touch of mystery.

As for Feng Manlou... Well, one could say his act of playing the fool was a great success; he became purely a supporting role.

Jiang Li, who was closer to the door, could clearly perceive the Yellow Turban Warriors' breathing becoming heavier for a moment outside, obviously agitated by the young Taoist's words.

"The other is not important. What matters is the Green Robed Swordsman who can instantly kill a Seventh-Rank and stand off against Zhong Shenxiu."

The middle-aged Taoist with a long beard, who was stroking his beard at the moment, contemplated and said, "Anyone who can stand off against such a person is no ordinary individual. It's said that Jiang Li of the Dinghu Sect cut down a Sixth-Rank at the Seventh-Rank and killed Jiang Wuming, a fifth-rank from the Qi Mountain Jiang Family several days ago. This Green Robed Swordsman is very likely Jiang Li."

"I didn't believe the rumors before, but seeing this scene, I must admit, if the Green Robed Swordsman is Jiang Li, then the rumors may not be unfounded. He killed Jiang Wuming, probably with the help of some lifesaving trump card, but cutting down a Sixth-Rank must have been by his own strength."

Achievements need to be hyped up by others, after all.

In the past, when people heard of Jiang Li's achievements, their first reaction was disbelief. But now, with his standoff against Zhong Shenxiu, it was as if they were mutually endorsing each other's reputations, and suddenly Jiang Li's name was on the rise.

"I wonder how strong this Jiang Li really is?" said the middle-aged Taoist.

The younger Taoist, showing displeasure, looked back and forth between the phantom and Jiang Li, and suddenly declared, "That monk was able to compete with the Doctor; their strengths must be quite similar. Since the Green Robed Swordsman could kill the monk in one move, if we want to guess his strength, we can test it against the Doctor."

As he spoke, he suddenly flicked his hand, launching a golden light. Countless talisman shadows fluttered, converging into a half-yard long Yellow Talisman. The power of golden light surged towards Jiang Li, pressing down on him.

This Taoist had suddenly launched an attack.

"Fang Yesheng, what are you doing?"

Yang Ji's face darkened immediately, lightning flashed in his eyes, and he fired off a bolt of thunder, but the middle-aged Taoist upon seeing this also cast a talisman, transforming it into a ball of True Fire to meet the thunder.

Thunder and fire collided, their concentrated Qi Mechanisms clashing, creating a loud explosion.

And that Yellow Talisman was already pressing down on Jiang Li.

'What is wrong with this Taoist?'

Jiang Li hadn't expected to be attacked here, let alone for such a ridiculous reason, but his Qi Observation Skill had detected the movements first. As the Yellow Talisman pressed down, Jiang Li stepped back, carrying a trace of electric light, flashing towards the door like a true Law Order.

At the same time, he shouted, "Where is the Powerful Warrior?"

"The Powerful Warrior is here."

The towering Yellow Turban Warrior burst through the door, Feng Manlou's face set with determination, his fists striking at the Yellow Talisman like heavy hammers.

At the same time, Jiang Li had already placed his hand on his back, coating him with a layer of golden light.

It appeared to be the Golden Armor Divine Talisman previously used by Meng Yuanzhi, but in reality...

It was just imitation, a superficial mimicry of Innate Qi, not the real thing. Feng Manlou felt no enhancement.

'This kid is playing me.'

He muttered internally while outwardly continuing his attack without hesitation.

For this is what Yellow Turban Warriors are like; they are actually Daoist Soldiers of doctors, akin to humanoid Magic Artifacts, having consciousness but absolute obedience to their doctor. Perhaps only the leader of the Yellow Turban Warriors, The Immortal of Colossal Spirit, was able to maintain his real self within the entire Taiping Sect.

With both fists shaking the Yellow Talisman, an immense Suppressing Power bore down, but Feng Manlou showed no intent to retreat, with great strength he unleashed a wild and overbearing Fist Power, shattering the golden light and sending the Yellow Talisman flying in mid-air.

At this moment, Jiang Li's palm was on Feng Manlou's back, sensing how the Powerful Warrior's Essence Element was being utilized in a strange way, bursting forth with a power not less than what a Golden Armor Divine Talisman would provide.

The young Taoist Fang Yesheng's face went pale instantly, clearly he had suffered an injury.

Similarly, the thunder and True Fire dispersed at the same time, a streak of electric arc flashed by, the middle-aged Taoist's hair and beard slightly curled, his body shook.

After two collisions, on either side, it was the Taiping Sect that held the advantage.

And within Yang Ji's eyes, the lightning grew more intense, his pupils swirling like twin vortexes of electricity.

"Hold on!"

The middle-aged Taoist cried out, "This is our fault, please cease your attack, the Upper Pure Sect is willing to offer an apology."

He didn't just mention an apology on his own part but called upon the name of his sect, clearly signaling to Yang Ji to consider the background of his side.

Upon hearing this, the lightning in Yang Ji's eyes slightly dimmed, evidently, he harbored the intention to cease the attack.

'The Upper Pure Sect, one of the main pillars of the Three Pure Ones Sect, is actually collaborating with the Taiping Sect. Why is that?' Jiang Li was filled with doubts.

He recognized the two Taoists as members of the Three Pure Ones Sect, and although their sect had many branches, both large and small, Jiang Li had initially thought that this was some minor sect clinging to the Taiping Sect. But now it seemed that this was no small sect but a major force with strength equal to that of the Taiping Sect.

Only a power with such a foundation would dare to make such an impolite move suddenly.