"Daoist Bai Yun, you are also a distinguished figure in the Taoist sects, yet you utter vulgar words at the Taoist assembly, truly losing decorum."

The sky blooms with golden lotuses, lotus radiance descends from the heavens, an overwhelming and majestic Taoist authority compels everyone present to lower their heads involuntarily. Even if their hearts are unwilling in a million ways, they cannot raise their heads even slightly.

Then, a long arc of purple energy cuts through the air, revealing a figure of immortal grace and Taoist energy.

'True Martial Dao Master' Qing Yu, he has appeared.

Daoist Bai Yun's lowered head brims with immense shame and anger. He musters his entire strength, intending to raise his head to meet the gaze of that great adversary, yet regardless of how much force he exerts or his reluctance, he cannot lift his head even an inch.

It is not an irresistible force suppressing him, but rather his body instinctively dares not raise its head.

At this moment, Bai Yun is just like Qin Wuyang as recorded in Qing Yu's past history; despite having the heart to kill foes, he cannot muster the intent to fight against them.

Qin Wuyang killed at the age of twelve, and wherever his gaze landed, others dared not meet it. Such a valiant person, when faced with the might of the Qin Dynasty officials and the majesty of the Qin King, was visibly shaken, his complexion pale, body trembling.

This isn't a lack of martial courage for Qin Wuyang, but rather the awe of the Qin Dynasty's court exceeding his limits.

Daoist Bai Yun is like this; he is a True Pill Realm martial artist who has seen many in the Divine Communication Realm, and has even personally met Heavenly Master Zhang.

However, to truly face the strongest and oppose them, he has never done even once.

Before encountering them, Daoist Bai Yun had thought he would be indignant and scold, would draw his sword without concern for life, had even thought of dying on the spot. But he never imagined he would lose the ability to even raise his head.

The moment Qing Yu appeared, his mind was utterly shattered, unable to summon any resistance.

Daoist Bai Yun was like this, and the others even more so. For a moment, the opposition had only Kucha able to speak.

"Qing Yu!" Kucha lifted his head to speak but struggled to utter words, restrained by an even mightier aura.

"Senior Kucha, you should address as Dao Master Qing Yu instead."

Xuanfeng, standing slightly behind Qing Yu, kindly reminded him.

"Qing Yu... Dao... Master..." Begrudgingly, these words slipped through clenched teeth, and finally, Kucha regained the ability to speak.

Upon his speaking, those who were struggling in opposition lost their momentum, no longer possessing the courage to dissent.

Even the veteran Taoist forerunners leading the opposition could only grudgingly voice respectful titles to the adversary; how others thought was easy to imagine.

If not for them being suppressed by the aura, making speech difficult, the entire hall would have been in uproar.

Simply by appearing, Qing Yu caused the opposition to collapse. His might made those sincerely submissive even more respectful, those undecided firm, and those with ulterior motives quietly hide their discontent.

"Dao Master Qing Yu," Kucha persisted, "May I ask, Dao Master's intent with Great Zen Temple unifying the Buddhist sects is irresistible, the peril to the Taoist sects imminent. Why, as one among the Taoists, would you cripple yourself, forcing the Heavenly Master's retreat, shutting Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

He spoke respectfully to question now. Kucha did not straightforwardly accuse Qing Yu of persecuting Heavenly Master Zhang but first laid out the situation, draping it in Taoism's grand cause.

With reason and evidence, Kucha's words directly pointed out Qing Yu's tyranny. By normal reasoning, such words should reinvigorate the opposition, rallying behind Kucha.

But unfortunately, when Qing Yu appeared, all mouths were sealed, leaving Kucha, despite being in the Divine Communication Realm, unable to muster great opposition.

This questioning was somewhat weak and powerless. Not creating an opposing force, it instead drew everyone's attention.

Among the other two groups, including the Seven Peak Masters of Zhenwu Sect who arrived unnoticed, two Supreme Elders, all quietly watched Kucha, speaking nothing but exerting invisible pressure.

Though only a few hundred people, among them several in the Divine Communication Realm, True Pill Realm not so common as ox hairs but counted in tens, their indifferent gaze could not be ignored even by a warrior like Kucha.

"Not crippling oneself."

In the indifferent, heavy atmosphere, Qing Yu spoke: "To guard against external aggression, one must first stabilize internally. To counter the unified Buddhist sects, our Taoist sects also need a united voice. The grudge between me and Heavenly Master Zhang is likely known among you. My challenge to Heavenly Master for a Tao-discussion was aimed to consolidate the scattered Taoist sects against Buddhism.

But unfortunately, our intents were not united, leaving us only to discuss through combat. Fists and feet have no eyes, if there's an error, I believe everyone understands. The current situation was truly never my wish."

A ghost's fists and feet have no eyes; are you a Postnatal Realm martial artist?

Upon hearing this, everyone had this thought.

The situation of fists and feet having no eyes happens with low-level martial artists, but at Divine Origin Realm and above, they can generally control their strength. Unless it's a life-and-death struggle, the situation wouldn't occur.

Therefore, this True Martial Dao Master and Heavenly Master Zhang were entirely intending to kill each other, engaging in mortal combat, not merely contesting superiority.

Not to mention, Qing Yu chased thousands of miles, stubbornly pursuing to Dragon Tiger Mountain, this act had long torn all facade.

"Fortunately, I anticipated this scenario, performed slight maneuvers, causing some changes within Buddhism. Now, Buddhism has no spare attention for our Taoist sects." Qing Yu stated this with a smile.

Upon hearing, everyone recalled the upheaval within Buddhism. Nalanda Temple launched an opportunistic attack on Great Zen Temple, leaving only the Grand Hall standing among the ancient institution, numerous monks within injured or killed.

Most importantly, relics within Pure Tower Forest, dedicated as tribute, were entirely destroyed by a newly emerged strongest Shitian from Nalanda Temple, whose damage was no less than that suffered by the Taoist sects.

Now hearing Qing Yu's words, it was his handiwork. In an instant, Qing Yu's reputation surged.

Moreover, these words seemed to address Kucha's questioning, preventing criticism of Qing Yu's supposed crippling behavior.

Qing Yu's speech didn't stop, continuing: "To respond to Buddhism, I wish to temporarily grasp the Taoist sects' great power, contending against Xinyuan, ensuring the Taoist sects do not suffer dishonor. Fellow Daoists, do you agree with my attempt?"

Utilizing the prior statements, Qing Yu directly voiced his intention for gathering everyone, asking them to evaluate.

Apparently, to show sincerity, Qing Yu restrained the invisible pressure, allowing everyone to express their opinions and views freely; those compliant and those opposing alike could speak.

Daoist Bai Yun seemed to rekindle with fire, exchanging glances with Kucha, intending to speak.

"We have absolutely no objections."

Unified voices represented decisive will. And such decisive will came from behind Daoist Bai Yun and Kucha.

Daoist Bai Yun turned back, witnessing over half of his forty-something people aligned, voicing together.

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