The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 537: Yangtze River Night, Xiaoyao Perineum

The cold wind blows, the moon shines brightly on the river, and a luxurious passenger ship is brightly lit. In the highest cabin, the window is half-closed, and a long-bearded Taoist priest can be vaguely seen reading by candlelight at night.

The Taoist had a face as white as jade and long flowing beard. He was wearing a simple but neat green Taoist robe. He was holding a book and reading it with great interest, nodding his head in approval from time to time. There were three or five classic books on the desk in front of him. Beside him were dustpans and swords neatly arranged. There was also a beautiful woman standing there holding a sword.

"The moon shines on the river, and from the high building I think of killing people.

Being a guest at the edge of the world, I will grow old with a tearful handkerchief.

The jade dew casts a clear shadow, and half of the Milky Way is submerged.

Who is picking out brocade calligraphy, extinguishing the candle and frowning?

The Taoist priest closed the scroll, and on the page were written four large characters "Tianxin Lianhuan". In the lower right corner, four small characters "Anlong Jinlu" were faintly visible under the candlelight. The other volumes were also the core classics of Tianlian Sect. These treasures were the "compensation" given by Anlong to Yang Xuyan.

Anlong: Yang boy, you are very good at talking. If you hadn't appeared at my bedside in the middle of the night, playing with the precious jades in my treasure house, do you think I would have given these things to you?

A chilly breeze rustled the candlelight, and the Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, sighing softly, "The night is long, and a faint fragrance is coming. I wonder what advice you have for me, sir?"

As he spoke, he flicked his long sleeves lightly, and a strong wind appeared out of thin air. It spun and turned into a long dragon, whistling away from the half-closed call center, drawing an arc and heading straight for the deck above his head. Only a light "bo~" sound was heard, and the energy exploded and disappeared. With a cold snort, two figures came in through the curtain, one big and one small woman.

The older woman had a slender figure, her hair tied in a high bun, and her clothing was simple and elegant. Her face was hidden beneath a thick veil. Although her true appearance was not visible, her posture alone was endlessly fascinating, filled with an extremely subtle allure. Beside her was a small girl, her long hair loose, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, her feet bare, her black eyes sparkling. Within her childishness, a kind of pity evoked a heart-pounding feeling.

"Wulian Tianzun, I have long heard that the most outstanding women in the world are Yin Gui and Ci Hang. Now that I have seen Yin Queen, I know that her words are true. Even if I go far away overseas today, I feel happy in my heart." The Taoist looked at the two of them, suddenly clapped his hands, stroked his beard and laughed. His voice was clear but had a hint of awe-inspiring power.

The person who came was none other than Empress Yin Zhu Yuyan. Yang Xuyan had witnessed her elegance when Emperor Yang Guang of Sui Dynasty was riding under him during the expedition against Goguryeo. That was when Empress Yin Zhu Yuyan was the last checkpoint to protect Emperor Yang Guang of Sui Dynasty. She had teamed up with four masters, Mai Tiezhang, Qian Shixiong, Bichen and Anlong, to fight against Master Yijian Fu Cailin to ensure the safety of Emperor Yang Guang of Sui Dynasty.

But at that time, Yang Xuyan was just a Confucian disciple named Yang Shi (pseudonym, courtesy name Xuyan), who later became the Marquis of Liaodong. However, his appearance was not that of a middle-aged Taoist priest, nor was he dressed like this. He knew Zhu Yuyan, but Zhu Yuyan could not recognize Yang Xuyan.

Zhu Yuyan carefully looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of her with her beautiful eyes, but found that this person was like the moon in the mirror and the flower in the water. She had decades of experience but felt that she could not see clearly. She only saw her chanting with her red lips, and the superb Heavenly Demon Sound Method came to her hand, but it gave people an irresistible feeling, and it seemed as if gusts of wind were blowing in her ears, making it stinging.

Yang Xuyan remained calm in the face of danger, clasping his hands together with his index fingers, and blurted out a single word: "Lin!"

Zhu Yuyan's Heavenly Demon Sound Technique was broken in an instant. Dugu Feng cautiously leaned towards Yang Xuyan's back, but his forehead was already covered with sweat. He became more and more wary of this legendary witch. The arrogance he had about everything going smoothly after becoming her apprentice disappeared in an instant.

Compared to true Grandmasters, his mere innate mastery was still far behind. But what about the younger girl beside the Yin Queen? Why wasn't she affected? Whether it was the Yin Queen's Heavenly Demonic Sound or his master's Nine Mantra Seals, they were truly extraordinary. Even an ordinary Grandmaster would be in for a fight. So why wasn't she afraid?

"The Taoist mantra is well-deserved. Zhu Yuyan meets Taoist Xiaoyao." An expert can tell the authenticity of a move with just one move. Zhu Yuyan just uttered a few words casually, but she actually displayed the famous Heavenly Demon Sound Technique of the Demon Sect. With her peak master strength, it is difficult for ordinary people to resist it, especially since she attacked suddenly, which makes it difficult to guard against.

But the middle-aged man opposite him cracked it easily.

Yes, he did not endure it head-on, but used Taoist magical powers to break his Heavenly Demon Sound. Although this person made hand seals and chanted a blessing to break his Heavenly Demon Sound, which seemed a bit complicated, he actually did not seem to be struggling. He handled it quite naturally and easily, and the internal strength he demonstrated was also above that of a master. He might not have the upper hand if he fought him head-on.

"I wish you a great visit, Master. It is my great honor. However, I am on a journey and my boat is simple, so I am sorry for treating you badly." Yang Xuyan waved his hand casually, and several books on the table disappeared without a trace. He waved his hand again, and steaming hot tea appeared out of thin air. He then ordered Dugu Feng, who had changed her appearance, to prepare some fruit and snacks.

Zhu Yuyan remained impassive, but inwardly she was quite shocked. Given her level of skill, she hadn't seen through his tricks. Simply putting away a few books would have been easy, even for an ordinary Xiantian master. But where did the steaming kettle and teacup come from? Where had they been hidden before?

Young Xianxian possessed considerable talent. Despite her youth, she had already reached the level of Xiantian, and her Heavenly Demonic Arts were not to be underestimated. Despite being in the treacherous and dangerous Yingui Sect, she possessed none of the vicious and perverse qualities she would later develop. Of course, remaining untainted by the muck was a challenge. To survive and thrive within the Yingui Sect, she needed to be more intelligent, decisive, and ruthless than others.

As Zhu Yuyan's direct disciple, Kankan is not only beautiful but also extremely intelligent. Her style of doing things is inevitably similar to that of her master. It is good to say that she is decisive and ruthless, but she is more ruthless and resolute.

Little Kana's bright eyes seemed to be twinkling with little stars as she stared closely at the sleeves of the middle-aged Taoist priest, as if she wanted to explore the secret of how he hid the boiling hot tea and utensils.

The Taoist priest was not a staid person. While inviting the Queen of Yin to take a seat, he made a face at Kankan and said with a smile, "This is the secret of the Taoist's magical power. Without decades of diligent study of Taoist classics and mental methods, it would be difficult to achieve anything. Young lay Buddhist Zhong Lingdingxiu has extraordinary talent. If you are willing to join our sect and concentrate on studying this way, you will achieve something within thirty years."

Xiao Wanwan raised her nose and snorted, "How can mere tricks of the underworld compare to the great power of the Saint Sect? If you change again, I will definitely see through you and expose you."

The Taoist chuckled, his playful nature taking over. He stretched out his hands and exerted a slight force, his Qi flowing naturally and smoothly. The steaming, exquisite kettle sank into his sleeves as if gently held by someone's hands, disappearing in the blink of an eye. He then gently rolled up his sleeves, and with his jade-white hands, he shifted a jade-carved teacup from his left hand to his right, then back again, leaving no trace.

Zhu Yuyan saw it clearly this time, and precisely because she saw it so carefully, she became even more wary, probably because even she, the peak master, couldn't see any clues. Both the kettle and the teacup seemed to appear out of thin air and reappear out of thin air.

There is something strange about this Taoist!

Seeing Zhu Yuyan was shocked by his "World in the Sleeves", the Taoist (Yang Xuyan) smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. Zhu Yuyan was not like Master Daoxin. She would kill people when she attacked. Although he was not afraid, the young disciple and his many subordinates on the boat could not stop her from killing.