Chapter 227: Taoist Master's Demon-Slaying Technique

“Old fool, do you still think you can enter the ancestral temple of Taoism? How can Longhu Mountain allow you to desecrate it? Where do you think you’re going to run?!” The large black ox bellowed from behind.

He also hurled the long bronze saber in his hand. With a *whizz*, it cut through the air at several times the speed of sound, flying towards Schiller.

In the distance, the White Tiger and Lu Shiyun were dumbfounded. Schiller, a peerless expert renowned in both the East and West, was in such a sorry state, relentlessly pursued with nowhere to run or hide.

Aman, on the other hand, despaired, collapsing where he stood. Even Schiller had been soundly defeated; who would come to save him now? Previously, he had walked proudly and confidently across this Eastern land, but now he was about to become a prisoner.

On Longhu Mountain, Schiller suddenly stopped, sensing danger in the area.

The bronze saber thrown by the large black ox nearly struck Schiller, grazing his body before embedding itself in a distant rock!

Chu Feng also halted, a crimson flying sword hovering before him, ready to unleash a fierce strike at any moment.

Behind them, the large black ox caught up, but as soon as he began ascending the mountain, he felt a sudden palpitation in his chest, a sense of tightness, and extreme discomfort.

The Undying Phoenix King and the Northeast Tiger were similarly affected. They had both stopped, frowning. The aura of this place was too strange, suppressing them and making them wary.

The group dared not ascend quickly, proceeding cautiously instead.

“This place suppresses exotic beings!” the yellow ox whispered.

Longhu Mountain exuded an extraordinary atmosphere. Ancient trees, one by one, seemed like old dragons dormant, and even the bare mountain cliffs displayed remarkable sights, shimmering with crystalline luster.

This was only the foot of the mountain, still far from the summit, yet it already appeared quite remarkable.

Chu Feng stared at Schiller, sensing his weakness. This was the best chance to eliminate him. But why hadn't the Undying Phoenix King, the Northeast Tiger, and others followed?

He soon understood. Just as the yellow ox had previously grumbled, Longhu Mountain suppressed exotic beings. Although they were moving forward, they did so with solemn expressions and at a very slow pace.

Schiller was caught between a rock and a hard place, blocked from behind and facing danger ahead.

Chu Feng attacked, unleashing his crimson flying sword towards Schiller. There was nothing to hold back; the old man was now incredibly weak, making it an opportune moment to kill him.

Gleaming with iridescent light, the palm-sized sword, vibrant like red coral and shimmering with a crystalline luster, moved with terrifying energy fluctuations, splitting the air towards Schiller.

Schiller shifted his body horizontally. The moment he turned his head, his pupils were chillingly cold. He felt humiliated; a young man who had only broken four genetic locks dared to pursue him – in the past, this would have been a complete joke.

Furthermore, this young man harbored a deep grudge against him, and Schiller yearned to kill him immediately, but he was powerless to do so.

Without a word, Chu Feng discerned his true condition and unleashed the flying sword with all his might, launching a fierce assault on Schiller.

In an instant, sword energy burst forth, and crimson light surged. The palm-sized flying sword, like a flood dragon, darted up and down, relentlessly attacking Schiller.

Schiller was strong, constantly evading and not daring to confront the sword directly, but even so, he was wounded, his left palm bleeding profusely.

In the most severe instance, the flying sword circled, grazing his neck, nearly slitting his throat.

“Push me like this, and don’t blame me for fighting to the death,” Schiller said coldly.

“To the death!” Chu Feng responded coldly. Back in the Sacred Medicinal Garden, he had almost been ambushed and killed by this old man. So many kings had perished; he had only been lucky to escape.

“Don’t force me to escape at all costs and kill your parents!” Schiller’s face was frosty, his gaze sinister. He was making a chilling threat.

It was clear that being pushed to this point was a last resort for him; otherwise, a dignified Schiller wouldn’t resort to such intimidation.

Chu Feng’s heart surged with turmoil, and he attacked furiously. He absolutely couldn’t let this madman go. He knew Schiller hated him deeply, and to eliminate future troubles, it was best to kill him on the spot.

Schiller cast a cold glance back at him, then abruptly dashed further up the mountain.

The crimson flying sword, like a flood dragon, pursued him, *whooshing* and opening a gash on his back.

Schiller was furious. His ancient sword had been lost when he was pursued by the three formidable figures from the Eight Sceneries Palace, Jade Purity Palace, and Biyou Palace. He had once despaired, unable to keep any of his personal weapons. Otherwise, wielding the Vatican’s ancient sword, he wouldn’t be in such a sorry state.

“Good!” Chu Feng’s expression changed, and he followed behind. Longhu Mountain was extremely dangerous, so forcing Schiller to ascend ahead of him to scout the path was ideal.

“Chu Feng, catch!” the yellow ox called from behind, tossing over the Vajra Bracelet. No energy was infused into it; otherwise, it would have become a deadly weapon instantly.

With a *whoosh*, Chu Feng used his mental energy to guide it, then, holding the Vajra Bracelet, continued to chase Schiller. Now, he felt completely confident.

“Damn it, this cursed place is making me more and more uncomfortable,” the large black ox growled.

The Northeast Tiger also felt uneasy. They were climbing the mountain behind, struggling to pick up speed, suppressed by an inexplicable force, and always felt a sense of dread.

Even the Undying Phoenix King felt waves of trepidation, her body wreathed in black flames, standing ready for anything.

Along the path were many skeletal remains, not a few belonging to kings. Some time ago, beast kings occasionally ascended the mountain, hoping to reach the summit, but ultimately met their demise, dying on the way as they fled back down.

Chu Feng was unhurried, urging his flying sword, forcing Schiller to flee, essentially making him scout the path.

A terraced field, bathed in brilliant green light and emanating purple mist, was quite astonishing, even surprising Schiller. Could sacred plants be growing here?

Chu Feng rapidly approached and also saw that the spiritual energy here was dense, with auspicious light swirling around the area.

A stone tablet stood outside the terraced field, inscribed with a few ancient characters: “Celestial Master’s Demon-Subduing Art!”

Such an inscription was surprising; this stone tablet must have emerged from underground only after the great changes in the world, as Longhu Mountain had never had it before.

A brilliant light erupted in Schiller’s eyes. He had always coveted the sacred mountains of the East, possessing deep knowledge of ancient Chinese culture, and recognized these ancient characters.

Even though he was severely wounded, he felt a surge of excitement!

One must know that Longhu Mountain was an extraordinary place, the ancestral temple of Taoism, where Celestial Masters had resided throughout generations. To see such an ancient tablet here made his heart stir.

Chu Feng struck with his sword, and Schiller immediately leaped up, evading the attack, and swiftly ran forward.

The two, one after another, plunged deep into the terraced field, finally seeing what the auspicious light-filled plants truly were.

Here were dozens of eggplant plants, their leaves verdant, shimmering with radiant light. Each plant bore eggplants that appeared cast from purple-gold, with a distinct metallic texture and enveloped in purple mist.

What was going on? Chu Feng was puzzled.

Even Schiller was suspicious. How could strange eggplants be growing in a terraced field with a “Celestial Master’s Demon-Subduing Art” tablet?

It appeared they had only matured in the last few days. The eggplant plants were growing well, and the fist-sized purple-gold eggplants carried a slight fragrance.

Could these also be sacred fruits?! Chu Feng’s heart stirred.

Schiller was also suspicious, maintaining a safe distance from Chu Feng. A fervent light suddenly appeared in his eyes; if these were indeed exotic fruits, his injuries could quickly heal.

Chu Feng made his move, striking Schiller with his sword. He feared that this formidable figure, who had broken six genetic locks, would recover by consuming the purple-gold eggplants here, so he had to stop him.

“Hmph!”

Schiller sneered. Even in his weakened state, he couldn’t be instantly killed. He dodged at high speed and rushed towards the purple-gold eggplants. There were dozens of plants, all bearing fruit, which could be easily picked.

The flying sword left a terrible wound on Schiller’s body, but at that moment, Schiller also successfully touched a purple-gold eggplant.

Suddenly, a startling change occurred. Purple mist erupted, auspicious energy surged, soaring skyward, accompanied by a tremendous explosion.

The purple-gold eggplant instantly transformed into lightning, sending Schiller flying horizontally, smoke rising from his body as he twitched uncontrollably.

Chu Feng had no time to be surprised. Next, he was also struck, because there were too many eggplants in this area; one after another, they automatically fell off, directly transforming into purple lightning.

*Crackling*!

Chu Feng instantly trembled from the electric shock, unable to dodge. His entire body was covered in electric arcs, and he felt unbearable pain.

He hastily activated his ability, his left hand glowing as he neutralized the lightning, for he had gained control over electricity when he broke his fourth genetic lock.

Even so, he was in a sorry state, his body charred black, sent flying by the bolts.

“Damn the Celestial Master’s Demon-Subduing Art!” Chu Feng cursed.

With a *whoosh*, Chu Feng leaped out of this terraced field and ascended, but as he landed, he felt a headache immediately, for this terraced field was full of cucumbers, verdant green, and radiating a shimmering light.

Schiller was in a terrible state, sent flying by the purple lightning and landing directly on the cucumber vines.

The cucumbers on the vines instantly exploded, transforming into green lightning that intertwined, causing both of their bodies to tremble violently and turn charred black.

Both were subjected to a furious barrage of lightning, their injuries compounding. Although they wouldn’t die immediately, their situation was dire, and the sensation was unbearable.

Schiller, in particular, had stopped bleeding entirely from his wounds, which now emitted a burnt smell from the lightning strikes.

There were too many cucumber vines in this field, generating countless green electric lights, forcing the two to flee, unable to remain there.

Retreating along the original path was definitely not an option; the purple-gold eggplants in the lower field were still active, with dense purple lightning blocking the way.

Chu Feng gritted his teeth and leaped upwards.

Although Schiller was severely wounded, his reactions were sharp. He also fled for his life immediately, leaping up to another terraced field.

This area was very strange; each time they leaped, they could only land in an adjacent terraced field. No matter how much strength they used, they couldn’t escape to a greater distance.

In that instant, both their faces turned green, because this terraced field was a vibrant red, planted with tomatoes everywhere. They were growing luxuriantly, each plant bearing several fruits, so red they seemed to drip, radiating a crimson glow.

Sure enough, after they landed, something terrible happened: crimson lightning intertwined, as all the bright red tomatoes transformed into bolts of thunder.

“Schiller, you bastard! Why did you have to pick an eggplant for no reason?!” Chu Feng cursed.

If Schiller hadn’t triggered the purple lightning, this wouldn’t have happened. Now, they hadn’t even touched the tomatoes, yet those fruits automatically transformed into crimson light, unleashing a thunderous explosion.

This time, Chu Feng was in a terrible state, his entire body wracked with pain. When he opened his mouth, white smoke billowed out, accompanied by crackling electric arcs.

As for Schiller, he was even worse off; the smell of roasted meat emanated from him. This was mainly because his earlier injuries were too severe, causing his defensive power to plummet sharply.

“What the hell is going on?!” The large black ox below was dumbfounded. How could lightning suddenly erupt from the terraced fields above?

Moreover, they vaguely saw eggplants, cucumbers, and tomatoes bouncing around amidst the lightning, a truly bizarre sight.

“Purple-gold eggplants, green cucumbers, crimson tomatoes... this looks like the Taoist ‘Five Thunders Striking the Top’ technique!” The yellow ox’s expression changed.

“What kind of place is that? Is Chu Feng in mortal danger?!” the large black ox asked.

“It seems like a place for cultivating Five Elements lightning, or perhaps a place of inheritance,” the yellow ox said, staring upwards.

After being haphazardly blasted by the crimson light transformed from tomatoes, Chu Feng was almost at his limit, let alone Schiller, who had already suffered severe injuries.

At this point, they no longer cared about fighting; both were desperately fleeing, leaping into the fourth terraced field.

“How can there be more?!”

Both Chu Feng and Schiller wanted to curse. Their faces turned ashen, looking even worse, especially after seeing what was in the field below: an entire patch of pumpkins.

Every pumpkin was golden and exceptionally radiant, each as large as a washbasin. These were much bigger than the eggplants, cucumbers, and tomatoes.

This time, Chu Feng truly didn’t want to resist directly. Standing precariously on his flying sword, he wavered as he flew higher.

A fierce light shone in Schiller’s eyes. Before he even landed, he directly slapped downwards with his palm, which glowed, making contact with a golden pumpkin.

“Schiller, you bastard!” Chu Feng shouted, wishing he could kill him.

*Crackling*!

Golden lightning intertwined. Chu Feng, swaying on his flying sword, had already been struck, severely zapped by the lightning. His entire body was covered in electric arcs, and smoke continuously rose from his flesh.

Enduring intense pain, he steered his flying sword, passing through the cluster of golden lightning, and landed in the fifth terraced field.

“Chu Feng, hold on! That might be a place of inheritance!” the yellow ox shouted from below, his voice faintly reaching through the lightning.