As soon as Wang Wenqing arrived, regarding the situation in front of him, there were many doubts in his heart. But after the old Daoist Li Hanguang offered to help, he agreed without the slightest hesitation.
"Alright."
The situation in front of him left Wang Wenqing confused, but at least one thing could be confirmed: that there were all sorts of oddities about Old Master Hu San.
As the word "alright" fell from his mouth, Wang Wenqing raised his hand. In an instant, lightning and thunder rumbled. His two fingers closed together like a sword, pointing directly at Old Master Hu San.
Lightning burst forth. The surging thunder and lightning soared like dragons, letting out waves of dragon roars, carrying an awe-inspiring righteous aura, rushing toward Old Master Hu San.
The ancient great demons watching were terrified.
Especially the old locust tree spirit—it couldn't help but mutter, "This is... the Secret Art of the Five Thunders. So the so-called Daoist Wang from earlier is him, Wang Wenqing of the Shenxiao Sect? He's actually still alive."
As it spoke, the scene before its eyes was blindingly bright.
In the skies above the Ninth Heaven. This stretch of sky was filled with lightning and thunder—or perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a sea of lightning.
When Wang Wenqing made a move, he held nothing back—starting off with a killing strike. Thunder dragons roared, converging into a sea of lightning. Old Master Hu San was instantly engulfed by it.
"So this is the Secret Manual of the Five Thunder Arts from the Shenxiao Sect?" The old goat was also murmuring.
Not just the old locust tree spirit—many ancient great demons had also recognized Wang Wenqing's identity. After all, the Shenxiao Sect primarily cultivated the Five Thunders. It was said that mastering this art allowed one to "command thunder and summon wind and rain."
Back then, Wang Wenqing founded the Shenxiao Sect during the Northern Song Dynasty, making a name with the Five Thunder Arts and establishing the Shenxiao Sect.
At the same time, in the sky above, as Wang Wenqing launched a powerful attack, the old Daoist Li Hanguang felt inward joy.
Finally, there was a true helper. Though Elder Zhang and the other old masters were also helping, their strength was still a bit lacking. To say they were helping—truthfully, they couldn't do much and were instead burdening Li Hanguang.
But Wang Wenqing's arrival greatly relieved the pressure on him.
Wang Wenqing was powerful—his strength was in no way inferior to that of Li Hanguang. In fact, he was even stronger. Though others might not know, Li Hanguang did, Wang Wenqing had been personally taught by Qin Ye.
"Daoist Wang, be careful—Old Master Hu San is very strange now. He has strong resistance against arts used for subduing demons and monsters." The old Daoist Li Hanguang gave a reminder.
He came to stand beside Wang Wenqing, using the horsetail whisk in his hand as a brush, drawing talismans in the air.
"Daoist Wang, I'm going to use a sealing spell—it'll take some time. Please help me hold off Old Master Hu San for a bit."
Earlier, Wang Wenqing was the main force. Elder Zhang and the others could only assist from the side and were unable to deal with Old Master Hu San, which prevented Wang Wenqing from unleashing his full abilities.
But now, it was different. Wang Wenqing made up for that shortcoming.
"Alright." Wang Wenqing nodded. Lightning sparked in his palm, erupting with terrifying heavenly thunder.
Each time he moved his hand, it drew down rolling heavenly thunder from the skies.
It smashed down into Old Master Hu San, who was immersed in the sea of lightning.
However, Wang Wenqing's old eyes flickered, and he let out a light "Hmm?"
"Old Master Hu San right now is truly strange."
In front of him, Old Master Hu San was being repeatedly bombarded by heavenly thunder and the lightning sea. In Wang Wenqing's mind, he was confident that if it were the Old Master Hu San of the past, he would have at least been injured to some extent.
But looking closely, Old Master Hu San wasn't even scratched by the thunder—instead, he was full of energy.
He moved through the sea of lightning, bathed in the falling thunder, and stepped closer and closer to Wang Wenqing.
Seeing this, Wang Wenqing changed his attack approach. Lightning surged through his hands, rapidly weaving. When his hands opened, a great net woven of thunder appeared.
"Never thought that my Five Thunder Arts would one day have no effect against an evil spirit." As the words softly left his mouth, the thunder net flew out, covering Old Master Hu San and binding him up tightly.
Because of what the old Daoist Li Hanguang said earlier, Wang Wenqing had no intention of killing Old Master Hu San head-on. He only wanted to stall him, buying time for Li Hanguang to complete the sealing spell.
Very soon, with the thunder net holding him back, Old Master Hu San's steps slowed for the moment.
At that moment, the old Daoist Li Hanguang said, "Daoist Wang, let me take over."
Rumble rumble rumble—
The ancient great demons of Mount Changbai all raised their heads at this moment. Their eyes shimmered with shock and awe.
They saw above Li Hanguang in the sky, a talisman that covered the sky and blocked out the sun. The sunlight that fell was blocked, and the shadow cast covered a vast area deep within Mount Changbai.
"Go!"
The old Daoist Li Hanguang flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand.
Immediately, the enormous talisman flew out horizontally, pressing down upon Old Master Hu San.
Shiiing!
Old Master Hu San raised his head. Nine tails behind him lashed out together, stabbing toward the giant falling talisman.
But in the very next second, Wang Wenqing made a move.
Nine terrifying bolts of thunder, like swords, slashed down—cutting off the nine tails and preventing them from resisting the giant talisman.
One was an ancestor of the Maoshan Sect.
One was an ancestor of the Shenxiao Sect.
Two ancestors of two great ancient sects of the Great Xia joined hands—Old Master Hu San was finally wrapped layer upon layer by the enormous talisman, sealed and trapped within it.
"Bring out your sealing spells—reinforce the seal layer by layer."
The old Daoist Li Hanguang did not lower his guard. He continued to hold the horsetail whisk, rapidly sketching sealing spells.
Wang Wenqing understood without needing words. He unleashed the Shenxiao Sect's sealing spell. His left and right hands raised, with yang lightning and yin lightning in his palms. Yin and yang harmonized. At his feet, a great sealing formation of thunder appeared.
Immediately after, the other old masters also joined in, adding their sealing spells.
Among them, the red-dust immortals joined hands to lay down a nine-layer seal.
"Is it considered subdued for now?"
Looking at the seal wrapped thickly layer upon layer, the old master of the Hui family said with lingering fear.
If it had been any other great demon, even a demon immortal from the Heavenly Court, the old master of the Hui family would have had confidence that this kind of seal could last at least a hundred years.
But this was Old Master Hu San. His various strange traits were all vivid in memory. The old master of the Hui family didn't dare be careless.
"Can't say for sure."
The old Daoist Li Hanguang looked over. His brows hadn't completely relaxed. He continued, "The black liquid is too bizarre. I'm not sure if we can seal it completely—but for now, he shouldn't be able to break free. Let's contact Bureau 749 first and have them send someone to reinforce the seal."
As his words finished, the old Daoist Li Hanguang stared at Old Master Hu San, who was tightly wrapped, and slowly said, "Also, let's think of a contingency plan—if Old Master Hu San breaks out, how should we deal with it?"
"Is Old Master Hu San really that hard to deal with now?" Wang Wenqing interjected at this moment. He hadn't been here for the whole process, so he didn't know about the other strange circumstances involving Old Master Hu San—so he was a little curious.
"Very hard to deal with, Daoist Wang—you don't know." The old Daoist Li Hanguang immediately explained the events leading up to this.
Not long after, there was surprise between Wang Wenqing's brows. He was silent for a moment before saying, "If Old Master Hu San is in this state, then he's definitely hard to handle. No wonder he asked you to suppress Mount Changbai."
"Hmm?"
The old Daoist Li Hanguang was taken aback, then smiled and shook his head.
"Daoist Wang, you misunderstood. He did ask me to come—indeed, to suppress Mount Changbai. But Old Master Hu San was an unexpected incident. However, he did know that something went wrong on the Heavenly Court's side."
"I see." Wang Wenqing nodded. But before he could fully process this information, the old Daoist Li Hanguang turned the question back to him.
"Daoist Wang, you didn't come because he asked you to?"
As soon as he said that, Elder Zhang at the side couldn't help himself and interjected, "Senior Wang, you know the King of the Night too?"
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