Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582
Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582: The Great Freedom Technique
The female cultivator across the way felt a bit frustrated upon hearing this. Seeing Long Fei gesticulating wildly, she knew he must be the leader of these thugs.
She pointed her longsword at Long Fei and said, “You demonic heretic, how dare you speak of eliminating demons and defending the Dao?”
Long Fei stood with his hands behind his back, staring at her coolly, “We’re not here to fight. We’re here to reclaim someone. Your master deceived my sister some days ago, so I ask you to return her to us.”
“Your sister?” Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
The woman raised an eyebrow.
Long Fei said, “Yes, my sister, Su Yiyi, Wang Xiaoyun.”
The woman’s eyes flickered, clearly aware of the matter, but her attitude remained firm. “They have already become members of our Great Ease Palace. Your senseless disturbance here will achieve nothing. I advise you to leave quickly and stop making trouble here!”
Long Fei laughed loudly, “How fitting, Great Ease. You abducted people and now want their guardians not to protest—isn’t that a bit overbearing?”
The woman brandished her sword and said, “So what if we’re overbearing? Do you think you can stir up a storm?”
Fat Wang arrogantly cursed from behind, “You wicked woman, open your eyes wide and take a good look. This is Long Fei, the Sect Leader of the Yin Yang Sect. Our territory spans the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Mountains, and the Penglai Three Islands. How dare you offend us—are you looking for us to level your place?”
The woman snorted, “Yin Yang Sect? Never heard of it. Stop bragging, if you have the guts, make your move.”
“Such a fiery woman.”
Long Fei extended a hand and said, “I noticed your palm technique earlier; it seems inherited. Let me show you a palm technique as well. If you can break my palm strike, we will leave immediately and not disturb you further.”
“You dare compare palm techniques with our Great Ease Palace?”
The woman looked at Long Fei with disdain, fully confident, and pointed at him, “You better not regret it.”
Long Fei chuckled softly, as mysterious light flickered across his hand, transforming into the appearance of transparent mutton fat jade.
He grasped at the air, and a massive handprint immediately appeared in the sky.
The surrounding Earth Elemental Force quickly converged on the handprint, and with a raise of his hand, he pressed down toward the woman’s head.
The woman’s eyes tightened, evidently surprised.
She had not seen Long Fei use spiritual power, yet he used Essential Qi to mobilize this massive handprint, which was truly astonishing.
She struck with a palm, lightly shouted, “Thousand-Handed Guanyin Palm!”
Her delicate hand formed seals, transforming into a thousand palm prints, which roared, roared, and roared as they shot towards the massive handprint in the air.
Each of these palm prints carried the weight of a thousand catties.
The mysterious light flashed up, as if a thousand pairs of jade hands struck out.
The sky rumbled with explosive sounds like muffled thunder constantly going off.
One by one, small palm prints continually hammered on the earth-colored giant handprint, causing it to resonate as if two iron plates or giant stones were colliding, making the skies rain dust.
But as these palm prints landed upon the handprint, though loud, they seemed like a stream entering a vast ocean, or an egg hitting a rock, causing no effect.
The woman’s spiritual power surged internally, and the continuous hand seals she performed consumed half of her spiritual power in just one breath.
Her Divine Sea shook as she realized the power of the massive handprint overhead.
If this handprint were to descend, she would undoubtedly die.
Long Fei smiled at her, “Any other entertaining handprints, just go ahead and use them all!”
The woman’s brow furrowed, spiritual power rolling out, fully unleashed. She formed a seal with one hand, changing the handprint, and similarly created a gigantic handprint.
Law stirred upon the handprint, revealing a colossal mountain peak.
On the peak, Buddhist chants resonated grandly, like a coiling wheel of bamboo, wide on both sides, narrow in the middle, with a total of thirty-three layers.
“Great Ease and Vajra Mudra!”
The woman chanted, and the handprint rose, exploding with a blinding golden light.
The vast Buddhist chants seemed as if they came from beyond the domain, shaking the soul.
The handprint collided with Long Fei’s Mutton Fat Jade Handprint with a loud crash.
The sky shuddered violently as if the peak itself were collapsing, producing a deafening roar.
“Buddhist and Daoist techniques are indeed different!”
Long Fei was filled with surprise, and even his palm trembled.
Unfortunately, this woman’s cultivation level was too low. Although the handprint possessed the force to leverage the small against the great, it was far from enough to challenge him.
The handprint’s residual force dissipated, and the golden light quickly faded.
His Mutton Fat Jade Handprint stood in the air unshaken, as majestic as Mount Tai, absorbing all the energy.
The woman’s spiritual power was depleted; her complexion was pale, and she stared at Long Fei in disbelief.
Long Fei raised his hand and pressed down, “Is your master not coming out to meet the guest yet?”
Suddenly, the space below sank, a gale enveloping the woman.
A group of female cultivators behind her screamed in shock, “Madman, dare you?”
The woman was forced to her knees by the pressure, her entire body trembling, her bones and skin tightening with crackling noises akin to beans being fried in an iron pot.
From afar, a Buddhist chant resonated, and a white horsetail whisk, like a white dragon, suddenly lashed out at the handprint in the sky.
With a thud, the Mutton Fat Jade Handprint trembled violently.
This white horsetail whisk tore open a rift beneath the handprint’s pressure, tightly wrapping the woman and swiftly pulling her back.
The female cultivators behind her cheered excitedly, “Master is here.”
Long Fei smiled slightly, clenched his hand, and retracted the handprint.
He was merely scaring these women; had he wanted to kill, this woman would have been smacked to death long ago.
In the sky, a flash of Buddhist light appeared.
A nun in monk robes came floating through the air, followed by two female disciples.
The female disciples stared at Long Fei with surprise and excitement—who else could they be but Su Yiyi and Wang Xiaoyun?
Fat Wang had seen Su Yiyi before; he shouted excitedly at the sight of her.
The nun whispered a peaceful greeting to Long Fei, hands in a gesture of respect, “Sect Leader Long, are you intending to commit murder here at my Purple Bamboo Island?”
Long Fei smiled gently, “What are you saying, Master? I was just here to witness some Buddhist marvels. Also, I wish to ask Master why you forcibly took away my two sisters?”
The nun responded composedly, “Sect Leader Long is also one who practices cultivation; you surely understand the heavenly cycles, the Dao of all things, and fate with Law. They have a destined bond with our Buddhist Sect, hence my duty to guide them.”
Long Fei’s face turned icy as he said, “What if they do not wish it? Would you still force it upon them?”
The nun replied, “I merely guided them to enlightenment, showing them their worldly origins. If they wish to leave, I will not hinder. If they wish to stay, Sect Leader Long will not take them away.”
“In that case, allow us some time to discuss!”
Long Fei glanced at Su Yiyi and Wang Xiaoyun, unsure what kind of persuasive words the old nun had spoken to them.
The nun did not obstruct them, bidding her disciples to step aside, and invited Long Fei to enter the mountain gate to talk.
This Purple Bamboo Island was picturesque, and upon reaching the beach, a hundred meters ahead lay a bamboo-covered slope.
A mountain stone path led upward, where a golden palace wall became visible upfront.
On the palace gate were inscribed the words “Great Ease.”
Long Fei raised an eyebrow upon seeing it, inwardly noting that the Buddhist Sect had an interesting premise; clearly, they were Buddhist disciples yet cultivated the Daoist techniques, similar to Mount Song of the Secret Realm, individuals who practiced Dao to cultivate Buddhism.