Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

"—Ling Daochen?!"

Miaoqin looked even more shocked than the old man.

What shocked her so much was not that Ling Daochen was here, but that the famous Daozi, who was always unapproachable and revered by the world, would actually dress up as a woman!

After recognizing Ling Daochen's identity, the old man had already decided to withdraw.

After all, Ling Daochen's astonishing feat of shaking mountains and reversing the golden light is still a hot topic of discussion.

His cultivation level was only at the late stage of the Mountain Shaking Realm, so how could he be a match for Ling Daochen?

Ling Daochen had already guessed the old man's intentions from his constantly changing expressions, so he spoke:

"If you are willing to tell me the purpose of the White Lotus Sect's infiltration into the secret realm, and how many powerful figures they have dispatched, I can let you leave this time."

The old man was somewhat tempted by what he heard, but regarding the first question, he had no idea at all; he was simply following orders. As for the second question, he did know the answer, but he absolutely could not reveal it.

It wasn't that he was particularly loyal to the White Lotus Sect, but rather that he had already been cursed.

If he dares to reveal any secrets of the sect, even just half a sentence, the curse will be activated, and his entire body will fester and eventually turn into a pool of pus and blood.

"Hmph! Ling Daochen, don't think that just because you're a Dao Child of the Purple Cloud Dao Palace, I'll be afraid of you!"

The old man, though blustering, said weakly, "In terms of strength, my Holy Sect is no less powerful than your Purple Cloud Palace! Don't be so arrogant and smug! The outcome is still uncertain!"

After listening to the old man's words, Ling Daochen nodded in strong agreement and smiled, "That makes sense. How can we know who is stronger or weaker without a fight?"

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

Seeing this, Miaoqin slowly retreated, so as not to hinder Ling Daochen when the two made their move.

After all, this battle was something that a nobody like her couldn't possibly get involved in.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the leaves on both sides rustled.

The old man struck first, using his powerful internal energy to whip up countless sand, gravel, and leaves, which then hurtled towards Ling Daochen.

Although this move is impressive in scale, its actual power is far less terrifying than it appears.

Ling Daochen knew that the old man from the White Lotus Sect used this kind of move as his first move. He wasn't trying to compete with him as he had just said, but rather he wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Having seen through this, Ling Daochen naturally wouldn't let the old man have his way.

As the vast true energy, like flying sand and stones, approached, Ling Daochen flipped his wrist, took out a peach wood sword, and then made hand seals, transforming the sword into a thousand swords. In an instant, thousands of wooden swords were arranged into a sword wall, blocking all the incoming true energy.

Just as Ling Daochen had predicted, the old man turned and fled decisively the moment Ling Daochen made his move, his speed so great that he became a white blur.

"He's still too young after all..."

Seeing that Ling Daochen did not pursue them closely, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment he was stunned to find that Ling Daochen had not caught up with him in time, but the wooden sword appeared in his sight at a speed far exceeding his own.

"You think you can hold me back with just a sword? That's laughable!"

The old man snorted coldly, then channeled his inner energy and flicked two fingers at the flying wooden sword.

Two white lotuses, wreathed in eerie blue flames, shot towards the wooden sword like sharp arrows.

The old man originally thought that even if his white lotus could not burn the wooden sword to ashes, it could at least stop it for a moment. However, he did not expect that it would be easily neutralized by a golden light slashed out by the wooden sword.

Then, under the old man's gaze, the wooden sword split again, becoming six swords.

The six wooden swords suddenly accelerated and launched an attack on the old man from six different directions.

Surrounded by six wooden swords, the old man had no choice but to stop and fight back with all his might.

Just then, Ling Daochen appeared in front of the old man with light steps.

"This is outrageous! Ling Daochen, do you think you can hold me back with just a few wooden swords?!"

The old man shouted angrily, and then his true energy surged, shaking all the wooden swords away with a "bang".

Having broken free from the wooden sword's grasp, the old man immediately raised his arms and swung them at Ling Daochen. In an instant, the overflowing true energy transformed into clusters of dark blue flames, which swept towards Ling Daochen like raindrops, covering the sky and the earth.

Ling Daochen flicked two fingers, and a pale purple barrier instantly appeared in front of him, blocking the rain of flames.

"Don't be so smug! This isn't over yet!"

The old man roared angrily, his sleeves fluttering wildly.

Under the influence of true energy, the clusters of dark blue flames gradually deepened in color and transformed into skeletal claws.

When the skeletal claw struck the barrier in front of Ling Daochen, it did not disappear immediately as before. Instead, it firmly anchored itself to the barrier with its five sharp bone fingers, pulling it in one direction continuously.

Ling Daochen watched all of this with great interest, but did not immediately stop it.

Just as his barrier was about to be torn open by thousands of skeletal claws, he waved his two fingers again, causing golden light to emerge from the crack in the barrier.

The moment the golden light appeared, all the skeletal claws melted away as if winter snow had seen the sun.

Ling Daochen had no interest in continuing to argue with the old man. Before the old man could make his next move, he pointed four fingers at the old man's surroundings.

The six transparent barriers, shimmering with golden light, swiftly surrounded the old man.

"This is... the Four Symbols Demon Subduing Formation?!"

The old man, recognizing the move, was immediately horrified.

The Four Symbols Demon Subduing Formation of Zixiao Dao Palace and the Golden Photovoltaic Demon Subduing Formation of Bodhi Zen Temple are two of the few martial arts techniques that strike fear into the hearts of demonic martial artists.

Throughout history, countless powerful demonic cultivators have perished under the influence of these two martial arts!

He never expected that Ling Daochen could perform this martial arts technique, which should require at least four people to execute, all by himself. It was truly unbelievable!

Knowing the power of the Four Symbols Demon Subduing Formation, the old man no longer dared to hold back and wanted to break free from its restraints.

But Ling Daochen would not give him that chance. While the old man was attacking the barrier with all his might, he drew several complex golden array patterns in the air and imprinted them on the six sides of the barrier.

With the reinforcement of the array patterns, the previously crumbling barrier immediately stabilized. No matter how fiercely the old man bombarded it, he could no longer budge it in the slightest.

The Four Symbols Demon Subduing Formation is complete. The next step is to activate the formation and slay the evil spirits within!

Under Ling Daochen's urging, the runes imprinted on the six-sided barrier began to flash with bursts of lightning.

Although the lightning bolts didn't seem very powerful, each strike that hit the old man caused him to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

This pain is not just physical torment, but also a tearing sensation from the depths of the soul!

This is the fundamental reason why so many demonic martial artists fear this martial art.

Because once trapped in the Demon-Subduing Formation, if one cannot break free, one will be tortured to death.

When the formation is fully activated, the strength of any demon within it will be greatly suppressed, making it almost impossible to commit suicide within it.

And so, the old man was struck by the incessant lightning within the Demon-Subduing Formation for more than an hour before finally passing away.