"Heh heh heh! Kid! You're mine!" the disheveled old Daoist chuckled, commencing his favorite activity: looting!
A hundred or so people were thoroughly searched. Then, they all ran back with their bare bottoms exposed. This sent the dozen or so young Daoist nuns on the mountain into fits of laughter. After so many years in the heavens, they had never witnessed such a spectacular scene.
"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a deep voice echoed. An old Daoist nun, appearing to be in her forties or fifties, emerged from behind the young nuns and asked with a mixture of scolding and anger.
"Master!"
"Master!"
The dozen or so young nuns, startled, hurriedly paid their respects.
"Master! Some immortal friends who just arrived from the mortal realm have come down the mountain. They had a conflict with the people from Zixiao Mountain. We were just watching... watching..." a young nun said hastily, her voice trailing off with embarrassment.
"Hmph! The people from Zixiao Mountain are arrogant and overbearing; they deserve to be beaten! However, it's truly rare for a nobody from the mortal realm to cause such a great disaster... Cough, cough! Go fetch a stool for your Master, your Master wants to see too!" Lishan Laomu glanced at the foot of the mountain, her gaze suddenly falling upon the golden bell in Zhantai Ruomei's hand. Her expression changed slightly as she spoke.
"Yes, Master!" A young nun scurried off to fetch a stool.
At the foot of the mountain, Qianyan and Wanyu, leading a hundred or so people, returned to Zixiao Mountain with their bare bottoms exposed. Before long, they returned with four to five hundred more people, along with two elder martial uncles who were considered powerful figures.
Lu Fan and his companions sat at the foot of Lishan Mountain, calmly observing the people from Zixiao Mountain who were once again surging towards them.
"Kid! Here they come... there are four to five hundred people! How about we run?" the disheveled old Daoist said, feeling a bit uneasy as he looked at the four to five hundred people opposite them.
"No rush! Let me first see what those two can do!" Lu Fan said, standing up and walking towards them.
He felt that the two leaders seemed to possess some skill, and he wanted to gauge the capabilities of the immortal realm. He wanted to see what kind of work his abilities would be suitable for in the immortal realm.
"Kid! How dare you strike my Zixiao Mountain disciples? You have quite the nerve. Hmph! If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can spare your life!" As one of the people beside Qianyan approached, he pointed at Lu Fan and roared.
This person was none other than Qianyan and Wanyu's master, Mo Jiu! Beside Mo Jiu stood another person with a stern, killing aura, holding a saber. This was Mo Jiu's junior brother, Old Dao!
"Can you really spare me?" Lu Fan asked, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Kneel down and beg for mercy now, and I can spare your life!" Mo Jiu shouted at Lu Fan again.
"But I have no intention of sparing you!" Lu Fan sneered coldly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, a large golden sword appeared in his hand.
"This kid doesn't know what's good for him. Junior Brother, go and beat him until he has multiple fractures," Mo Jiu said, glancing at his junior brother after taking in Lu Fan's great sword.
"Senior Brother! Watch me teach him a lesson!" Old Dao brandished his saber, and with a whoosh, he charged towards Lu Fan. The saber, carrying a fierce momentum, slashed down towards Lu Fan's face!
"Get back!" Lu Fan's sword swung fiercely towards the opponent's saber. *Bang... Whoosh...* Old Dao's figure was instantly sent flying back over ten zhang. *Bang*, he stabbed his saber backward to steady himself. He didn't notice that a nick had already appeared on his saber.
"Hmph! Nothing special!" Lu Fan snorted coldly.
"Try again!" Old Dao seemed enraged. He brandished his saber, creating a flourish, and then charged towards Lu Fan. Swinging his saber in a wide arc, he slashed down at Lu Fan again, from shoulder to back.
"Try again, and you'll still be sent back!" Lu Fan sneered coldly, his sword swinging out again. *Bang...* With another sound, Old Dao's figure was instantly sent flying back over ten zhang. *Bang......* As he landed, he knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his saber. His breathing seemed somewhat disordered.
Old Dao's gaze was completely fixed on Lu Fan, still not noticing the two nicks that had appeared on his saber.
On Lishan Mountain, Lishan Laomu's expression shifted slightly as she looked at the great sword in Lu Fan's hand. Her eyes held a complex mixture of emotions. She seemed to want to move several times but held herself back.
"Kid! No one can withstand my third strike! You're forcing me to use my ultimate move!" Old Dao's expression suddenly turned somewhat ferocious. He took a deep breath, bit his finger, and with a flash, a drop of blood fell onto his saber. *Swish......* The saber immediately emitted a vibrant red glow.
*Teng teng teng......* Old Dao charged towards Lu Fan again, his saber, now glowing red, slashing down at Lu Fan once more.
*Whoosh......* As the strike fell, Lu Fan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. It did have some power!
"Hmph! Although it has some power, you still have to get lost!" Lu Fan snorted coldly, swinging his great sword in a wide arc towards the red saber.
*Bang...... Clang......* A deafening sound, followed by a *clang*. The red saber snapped into two pieces. The saber head fell to the ground with a *clang*.
*Whoosh......!* Old Dao's body was instantly sent flying backward. *Bang*, he crashed into Qianyan's arms. Both of them tumbled to the ground.
*Gulp......* Mo Jiu swallowed hard. He knew that his own abilities were not as good as his junior brother's, which was why he always brought his junior brother out to fight.
"Kid! You dare to injure my junior brother! You just wait! After I've healed my junior brother, I'll come back and kill you!" Mo Jiu said, and then Qianyan and Wanyu picked up their junior brother and left with their men. They issued the fiercest threat while doing the most cowardly thing, and they even felt they had a righteous excuse!
"Heh heh! A treasure sword is indeed a treasure sword! Truly extraordinary!" Lu Fan chuckled and sheathed his golden great sword.
"Esteemed immortal friends! Master invites you!" Suddenly, a voice called out. The Daoist nun from before flew down from the mountain.
"Heh heh! Immortal maiden! You truly have a kind heart, and your appearance is even more beautiful!" The disheveled old Daoist lewdly sidled up to her.
"Old fellow! Do you still want to bring your 'sculpted wife' to the immortal realm?" Li Jingjing said, giving the disheveled old Daoist a look of disdain.
"Get lost... Children shouldn't interrupt adult matters!" The disheveled old Daoist rolled his eyes. This child truly had no manners!
The four of them followed the immortal maiden up the mountain. They saw a grand hall on the mountain, with several large characters above it: Laomu Hall. Upon entering the hall, they saw over a dozen young Daoist nuns standing on either side. Seated at the head was an old Daoist nun: Lishan Laomu!
"Lu Fan pays his respects to the immortal maiden!" Lu Fan said, bowing slightly towards Lishan Laomu above.
"Lu Fan! How did you come by the treasure sword in your hand?" Lishan Laomu suddenly asked.