Immortals Step into Heaven

The old man surnamed Ye nodded in response. "If there's any news, I'll let you know. But don't be too obsessed with revenge, or you'll put yourself in danger."

The two chatted about other topics for a while.

The old man surnamed Ye set up a stall for a day and never came back.

Zheng Yuan couldn't help but feel sorry. He finally found someone he could chat with, but the time was only one day.

Zheng Yuan stayed at the street stall for a month but couldn't find any news about Yang Hong, which made him feel helpless.

Zheng Yuan packed up his stall, left the street stall area, and headed towards the outside of Yunshan Market. He wanted to try and see if he could catch Yang Hong.

Zheng Yuan left the market and hurried off into the distance. He didn't notice anyone following him even after leaving the market, and felt a little disappointed. Could it be that Yang Hong hadn't come to the Yunshan market?

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of him like a ghost. He raised his eyes slightly, and when he saw this figure, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but say,

"Fellow Daoist Ye, why are you here?" This was completely unexpected.

The figure moved slightly, and a clear voice came, "What? Fellow Daoist Zheng, haven't you been looking for me all this time?"

Now that I appear before you, you are so surprised. The person who spoke was Yang Hong, and he smiled slightly.

A trace of doubt flashed in Zheng Daoyou's eyes. After a moment, he remembered something and said calmly, "You are Yang Hong! I didn't expect you to appear beside me disguised as Ye Daoyou."

Zheng Yuan asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Yang Hong, aren't you at the twelfth level of Qi Refining? Why are you only at the tenth level now? What's going on?"

Yang Hong showed a cold smile and said, "Friend Zheng, there is no need for you to know this. I'd better send you on your way first!

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Hong flicked his wrist and instantly took out a flying sword of the highest grade magical weapon that shone with a cold light. The flying sword exuded a sharp aura.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuan quickly took out his top-grade magic weapon, a long stick, from his storage bag. The long stick emitted powerful magical fluctuations.

Yang Hong's figure flashed like a ghost, the flying sword in his hand gleaming with a cold light in the sunlight. He took the lead in attacking, swung his arm violently, and the flying sword shot towards Zheng Yuan like an arrow from a bow. The sword's force was so sharp that it caused a sharp sound to pierce the air.

Zheng Yuan's eyes narrowed as he quickly reacted. He gripped the top-grade magical staff tightly with both hands, and his spiritual energy surged through his body, pouring into the staff.

Just as the flying sword was about to close in, Zheng Yuan shouted loudly and swung his long staff outward, colliding fiercely with the flying sword. With a loud "clang," a powerful spiritual energy surge spread outward, shaking the surrounding vegetation with every ounce of force.

Yang Hong did not retreat because of this collision. He turned his wrist flexibly, and the flying sword drew an arc in the air and stabbed towards Zheng Yuan again at a tricky angle.

Zheng Yuan moved swiftly, nimbly dodging the flying sword's attack. At the same time, he seized the opportunity and thrust his long staff directly at Yang Hong's chest. Yang Hong quickly dodged to the side, and the flying sword returned to defend, blocking the long staff's attack.

Yang Hong kept changing his attack methods. Sometimes his flying sword attacked as intensively as a storm, and sometimes he waited for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack like a poisonous snake.

Zheng Yuan relied on the advantage of his long stick to respond to Yang Hong's attacks with steady defense and timely counterattacks.

During the battle, Yang Hong suddenly leaped high, the flying sword in his hand blazing with light. He poured his magical power into the flying sword and swung it downwards. A massive sword beam of light poured down, slashing towards Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan felt this powerful pressure and his expression turned serious. He quickly swung his long stick, forming a solid stick shield.

The sword energy collided with the staff and shield, making a deafening roar. The powerful impact caused the surrounding land to be lifted up, and dust flew up. Zheng Yuan retreated several steps under this impact.

After a brief adjustment, Zheng Yuan charged at Yang Hong again. He swung his long staff, unleashing his most powerful attack. The staff whirred and sent six shadows flying, each strike imbued with immense power.

Yang Hong was not willing to be outdone. He controlled the flying sword with all his strength and collided with Zheng Yuan. With a bang, Yang Hong was blown several feet away and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was obviously injured.

Yang Hong wiped the blood from his mouth and said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be a physical cultivator, but do you think you can kill me like this?"

After saying that, he took out three corpses that had reached the perfection of Qi Refining from his storage bag.

Zheng Yuan smiled and released Xiao Hei from his spirit beast bag. Xiao Hei transformed into a dark shadow and ran off into the distance, hiding himself, ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment.

Yang Hong's gaze was instantly drawn to the demon beast released by Zheng Yuan, his eyes filled with surprise. "Are you from the Spirit Beast Sect?" he couldn't help but ask.

Zheng Yuan had a blank expression on his face and responded coldly, "Fellow Daoist Yang, there is no need for you to know this."

After saying that, he swung the long stick again, smashing it towards Yang Hong with fierce momentum. The long stick cast several shadows in the air, bringing up a gust of wind.

Hearing Zheng Yuan's words, Yang Hong felt that they sounded familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it. He quickly controlled the three Qi-refined corpses and rushed towards Zheng Yuan.

The three corpses had ferocious faces and exuded a terrifying aura. Yang Hong stabbed Zheng Yuan with his sword, his momentum swift and fierce.

Zheng Yuan's expression froze upon seeing this. Facing Yang Hong's powerful attack, he showed no sign of retreating. The three Qi-refined corpses lunged at him with bared fangs and claws, while Yang Hong's flying sword, like a venomous snake, waited for its opportunity.

Zheng Yuan's figure flashed like a ghost, relying on ghostly steps to shuttle between the attacks of the corpses and the long swords. He grasped the top-grade magic staff in his hand, and each swing brought a powerful force.

The long stick slashed through the air, striking the corpse with precision. Each impact made a dull sound, like striking a giant drum.

Although the corpses had thick skin and flesh, their intelligence was low and their reactions were slow. Under Zheng Yuan's continuous attacks, they began to suffer some damage. However, they seemed to feel no pain and continued to pounce on Zheng Yuan frantically.

Zheng Yuan was not afraid at all. While dodging Yang Hong's sword attack, he continued to hit the corpse with his long stick.

At this moment, Zheng Yuan could only feel his mana rapidly draining away. The immense consumption made him feel uneasy. He knew that if the stalemate continued, he would likely be exhausted to death by Yang Hong. The continuous loss of mana made his situation increasingly critical.

Yang Hong seemed to see through Zheng Yuan's predicament at a glance, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

In his opinion, what good would it do for a cultivator who was only at the tenth level of Qi Refining to practice both Dharma and body cultivation?

After all, he would die in his hands. There was a hint of pride in his eyes, and he controlled the corpse to attack Zheng Yuan more frantically.