"Night Crying Man?"

The old Daoist listened, and his white brows instantly furrowed together.

Seeing this, the young boy beside him quickly and cautiously asked, "Master, is there something wrong with this Night Crying Man?"

The old Daoist rubbed his temples, "Do you know of the Netherworld Sect?"

"I know."

The young boy quickly replied, "They originated from a secret blessing of the Qin Palace in the past, later hid in the Qinling Mountains to avoid trouble, rarely interacting with outsiders, and it's said they know the ancient 'Five Directions Yin Sacrifice', so their descendants often deal with funerals, living hidden among the common people."

"Hmm."

Hearing his disciple recite it fluently, the old Daoist nodded with satisfaction, saying, "This Night Crying Man, named Shen Sanyou, was originally from the Yin Sect, but later joined the Netherworld Sect. He has quite a talent, but later encountered some issues, wandered in Chang'an, and had a decent friendship with me."

The boy asked confusedly, "Master, if you have a decent friendship with him, why do you look so worried? Can't we give him a hand?"

Hearing this, the old Daoist's expression turned bitter, "Although we have a good relationship, he is quite a nuisance, very troublesome..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, let's go have a look. If he knew I ignored him, who knows what trouble he would cause."

Having made up his mind, the old Daoist urged the group to pick up the pace.

Before long, after turning over a ridge, they indeed saw a large group of people gathered on the mountain plain ahead, some monks and some Daoists, all looking like people from various magic veins, seemingly watching the spectacle.

The old Daoist stood on tiptoe, looked through the crowd, and saw inside.

On the mountain plain, a man was squatting on a rock on the left, wearing a blue robe, slim in build, and carrying a soul summoning banner used in funerals on his shoulder.

He was quite handsome, but his body was hunched, his face pale, his eyes darkened, with an appearance of overindulgence and lacking spirit.

It was the Night Crying Man, Shen Sanyou, in Chang'an City.

Facing him stood an old man in a black robe, wearing a red four-sided scarf on his head, with several bronze talismans hanging from the wide leather belt at his waist, holding a long iron ruler in his hand.

This elderly man had a face full of weathering but was fashionable. In the leather holster at his waist, there was a flintlock, crafted from ivory, exquisitely beautiful.

Seeing this, the Kunlun Sect elder slightly furrowed his brows, bowed slightly to a man beside him, and asked softly, "May I ask, fellow Daoist, what has happened?"

The one he asked, wearing a red magic robe and looking like someone from the Southern Magic Sect, chuckled lightly, "I don't know what happened, they suddenly started fighting. This Shen Sanyou is notoriously troublesome, but this time, he might have met his match..."

"Oh, thank you."

The old Daoist nodded, said no more, his expression somewhat serious.

What the onlooker said was right.

The people from the Tongtian Sect on the right side were no pushovers either.

The Tongtian Sect mainly spread across the provinces of Sichuan, Chongqing, and Guizhou, with extremely fierce spells, specifically targeting the Divine Soul.

The old man in front, known by the religious name "Earth Dragon,"

was originally from the tomb-robbing family "Earth Dragon Zhang" in Luoyang. After privately excavating the Mang Mountain Royal Mausoleum and being hunted down, he fled to the Tongtian Sect with the inherited fragment of the "Shaking Dragon Scripture."

His Dao was profound, serving as an elder in the sect, with a rather unsavory reputation.

But Shen Sanyou wasn't one to meddle in other people's business; why provoke this man?

Similar doubts were held by Earth Dragon himself.

He coldly said, "Night Crying Man, aren't you content staying in Chang'an, coming here to bother this old man? Are you tired of living?"

Shen Sanyou tilted his head, chuckling, "Yo, haven't seen you in a few years, and your tone's gotten so bold?"

He then stood up with the soul summoning banner, yawning and saying, "I'm not here without a reason; I'm just here to give you a beating, as a greeting gift for someone else."

"Hahaha..."

Earth Dragon chuckled angrily, "I've walked the pugilistic world with many enemies, regardless of whom I've offended, it's not your place to interfere."

Saying this, he looked around, seemingly feeling embarrassed to be pressured like this in front of others, and immediately took seven ancient coins from his pocket, whispered a spell, then suddenly flicked them.

Pop, pop, pop!

The ancient coins scattered in the air, as if magnets were suddenly emerging, falling to the ground, arranging themselves into a Big Dipper shape between the two of them.

Huu~

In an instant, the Yin wind howled, and dust swirled around, forming seven small whirlwinds around the copper coins.

Having done this, the black-robed elder Earth Dragon coldly said, "I don't care to argue with you. It's not suitable to spill blood at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. If you have the skills, come and speak."

"Copper Coin Locking Beidou?"

Someone knowledgeable immediately let out a low exclamation.

The Kunlun Sect young boy quickly whispered, "Master, what's Copper Coin Locking Beidou?"

The old Daoist squinted slightly, explaining, "Those seven ancient coins are a unique magic artifact of the Tongtian Sect called Yin De Tongbao, crafted by melting ancient coins into magic coins, with extraordinary functions."

"It stabilizes the earth's energy, allowing an illusion array to form anytime. If Shen Sanyou disturbs the array, it's not a fight anymore; he wouldn't stand a chance..."

As he spoke, they already saw Night Crying Man Shen Sanyou spit, laughing, "This little trick, and you dare to show off."

Swish!

Before he finished speaking, he had already leaped.

But strangely, he was initially facing Earth Dragon in mid-air, but then flipped, resembling a bat hanging upside down in the air.

Upon landing, he was already back facing Earth Dragon.

"Bravo!"

The Kunlun Sect old Daoist couldn't help but shout in approval.

Others might not know, but he had a good relationship with Shen Sanyou and knew this was his technique "Bat Inverted Suspension," inspired by bats, it required training in a pitch-black cavern, honing the ability to hear and identify positions.

The movement technique was bizarre, fighting at night like a phantom.

This was one reason for his title "Night Crying Man."

Shen Sanyou landed, carrying the soul summoning banner, stepping backwards in Astral Steps. His toes tapped over the copper coins, clinking, with the whirlwinds dissipating, and the copper coins emitted a foul stench, with even black blood oozing from the surrounding ground.

"Shameless!"

Seeing this, the Kunlun Sect old Daoist's face instantly turned solemn.

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