Deng Can-Yu didn't know that the cultivator of the Yellow Star Palace was under the range of the painting "Scenes of Land, Water, and Society", and she was even more shocked by the direct opening of her own methods.
In these days, it can be said that anything has its advantages and disadvantages.
With numerous disciples and the ability to gather a multitude with a single call, the followers of Jie sect were no joke; it was all about having a large number of people and overwhelming strength.
Although the disciples of Zhan sect are fewer, they can still practice and learn from each other.
To Deng Chanyu's side, Li Shan Lao Mu had only her as a disciple. She wanted to discuss with someone but whom? Did she find Penzi? She would ask her teacher when encountering big problems and figure it out by herself when dealing with small issues, with no communication channels.
It is actually very necessary for classmates to learn from and communicate with each other; in this aspect, she is not as good as the disciples of the Zhan sect or the Jie sect.
However......having a single disciple also has its advantages, which is the ability to borrow treasures from sages.
It is a hassle for a sage with many disciples to decide who to give and who not to give treasures. It is easier in the end to simply not give them any.
Deng Chanyu's action of pulling out the "Scenes of Land, Water, and Society" painting while fighting has left Gu Liusun envious beyond words. "If I had that, it would be so great..."
Wen Zhong's insights are not as profound as those of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Zhan sect. As Mo Qilin continues its charge, it suddenly finds itself in a place with lush mountains and clear waters. The old teacher is baffled, wondering how he came to this world.
The four generals of the demons, Li Jing, and a large number of troops all fell into the "Scenes of Land, Water, and Society" painting.
Those with strong willpower remember they are on the battlefield, while those with weak willpower have already gone downstream to fish or up the trees to pick peaches.
These are all secondary. Deng Chanyu doesn't care about them; her goal is Yuansong Futong.
The old ape was extremely agile and had strong willpower. Seeing the environment around change with each breath, one look revealed a landscape of clear mountains and crystal waters, while another look revealed rocks and raging waves.
He bit his tongue hard, using the pain to suppress the ever-present hallucinations in his mind.
"Illusions? You actually think all of this is just an illusion? You are underestimating the treasures of the sages." Deng Chanyu suddenly appeared by his side, and the old monkey turned and hit him with a stick. Unfortunately, it only shattered a piece of illusion.
With a crisp "ding" sound, the old ape raised the woshui-bin iron rod and blocked Deng Chanyu's long jian darting from the side.
What a strong man! Even with the phoenix's partial body giving her continuous physical strength, Deng Chanyu still felt her grip numb after one move, and the long spear nearly slipped from her hand.
She took the opportunity to step back, and Yuan Futing's woshui-bin iron rod passed by with a whistle, striking at nothing.
The old monkey had an extraordinary sense of battle intuition, realizing that the environment was extremely unfavorable to him. He simply closed his eyes, sealed off his five senses, and fought with Deng Chanyu solely by intuition, searching for any weaknesses.
Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air appeared by his ear. Without thinking, he raised the iron rod to defend himself, but it was a false defense. Deng Chanyu's five-color stone sliced through the air and hit him right in the face.
With a crisp "ding" sound, sparks flew everywhere. Deng Chanyu's stone didn't feel like it was hitting his face, but more like a metal surface.
Yuan Futong, relying on his exceptional defensive prowess, took the brunt of the five-color stone and, after judging her position, thrust his iron staff towards her chest like a venomous snake.
The opponent's staff techniques were extremely strong, with grabs, slashes, and sweeping moves. Deng Chanyu's defense was airtight. She several times tried to distance herself from him, but his exquisite staff techniques held her back. The old monkey had been keeping his eyes closed, and the blinding effect of the five-color stone was ineffective.
Deng Chanyu unleashed her full martial arts, exchanging over ten blows with the old ape.
She realized the gap between them. Simply put, she was not a match for Yuan Futong in terms of martial arts. In terms of strength, speed, techniques, and battle intuition, there was an all-around disparity.
No need to talk, let's use dark techniques!
Seeing another opening, she reached into her bag and threw another five-color stone.
This time, Yuan Futong responded even more beautifully, merely tilting his iron staff slightly to deflect the flying stone.
"Good handwriting, take another one for me!" Deng Chanyu secretly took out the Bidaotiān Stone. Yuan Futong was still planning to rely on martial arts to hard-pressure, but as soon as his iron staff touched the flying stone, he felt that the handle was wrong. Then there was a loud "boom" as the combined Deng Chanyu and Yuan Futong were sent flying by the Bidaotiān Stone.
"The young scoundrel is deceitful!" The old ape didn't know what kind of cultivation method he had practiced, but his body was exceptionally tough!
He quickly climbed up after receiving a hit from the Bidaotiān Stone on his front. His face was covered in blood, and his armor, which looked very impressive, was shattered. Most importantly, the vitality he had been holding onto dissipated in an instant. When he opened his eyes to scold Deng Chanyu, he was distracted by the stunning scenery of the "Scenes of Land, Water, and Society" painting. In a daze, he forgot what his battle purpose was.
"Save people! Save people!" Suddenly, he heard the weeping voice of an old man.
Following the sound, Yuan Futong saw an elderly Taoist who had broken his leg and was lying on a stone, howling in pain.
Walking in a daze, he approached the old man and chatted with him for a bit. He learned that the Taoist's temple had an unspeakable divine art within it. As long as he carried the old man down to the mountain, the Taoist would give him the divine art as a gift.
He has already lost his mind and has no sense of alertness. Yuan Futong is completely attracted by the so-called divine art, picking up the old man, and walking down the mountain.
As he walked, he felt something was off. How come this old Taoist is so heavy?!
"Old Taoist, my arms have the power of ten thousand catties, yet why do I feel that your body is getting heavier and heavier?"
The old Taoist smiled: "Sir, you're thinking too much. It must be that the mountain path is rough and difficult to walk. Let's go slow, no need to rush."
Yuan Futong nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, that makes sense."
Standing at a distance, Deng Chanyu lightly tapped her finger, and the landscape inside the "Scenes of Land, Water, and Society" painting quickly changed. Before she could take two breaths, she had moved a mountain called Xūmí to the front! The weight of the mountain pressed down on Yuan Futong's shoulders!
The old monkey's shoulders sank, his feet sinking deep into the ground. He nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood, and his previously steady gait was completely disrupted.
"Old man, how heavy are you? Are you really human?"
"Haha, we're almost at the foot of the mountain. Sir, please hold on a bit longer."
"......Alright then."
Deng Chanyu moved another Emei Mountain over here.
Two mountains pressed down.
Yuan Futong was taken by surprise; both his feet and his lower legs were completely sunk into the mountain path. His teeth were clenched in pain, and the enchanted mind he had been under the influence of the "Scenes of Land, Water, and Society" painting regained clarity. He looked back abruptly and realized that what he had been carrying was not an old Taoist but a bizarrely shaped stone figure.
With two massive mountains on his back, Yuan Futong was struggling to even stand, let alone escape.
"Ha-ha, old monkey, let me show you a treasure!" Deng Chanyu took out the Bidaotiān Stone again. The stone was magnified countless times, and she finally smashed it fiercely towards Yuan Futong's direction!
"......"
Fifteen minutes later, Deng Chanyu rolled up the "Scenes of Land, Water, and Society" painting. The Northern Sea Rebellion was severely defeated. The vanguard forces, along with the elite troops brought by Yuan Futong for a surprise attack, were reduced to one-tenth of their original number. More than three thousand soldiers were killed in battle, and the remaining nine thousand or so soldiers were all captured. Bi Fang took advantage of Deng Chanyu's fierce attack on Yuan Futong to find a weakness in the Heaven Gate Array and kill his way out with several hundred close confidants.
Deng Chanyu was too busy to even think about chasing such a minor character. Let him run; I'm sure no one would blame her. After all, by the second hour of her arrival at Chentang Pass, she had captured Yuan Futong, the leader of the northern rebellion!
