Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze

The mountain wind howled.

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Yang Ge strode against the wind towards the Holy Fire Hall, and with each step forward, his aura intensified, commanding the terrifying QI energy that pulled the elements of heaven and earth, causing the winds to rage and the clouds to surge.

"Amitabha..."

The black-robed old monk standing atop the Holy Fire Hall gazed at the rolling dark clouds that blanketed the sky. He put his palms together, chanted the Buddha’s name, and said slowly and solemnly in the way only an elder could, "The Zhao Family regards human life as grass and poisons the living. Time and again, they have plotted against you, Mr. Yang. Why should you abandon your home and livelihood, facing life and death for the Zhao Family’s sake?"

Yang Ge did not reply, he swung his sword toward the Holy Fire Hall, unleashing a blade energy that burst forth like a ribbon, piercing straight through the Holy Fire Hall.

A loud "boom" was heard, tiles flying all over the sky, as another figure shot up from within the Holy Fire Hall.

Yang Ge focused his gaze and saw a man with a lean and dark figure holding an ancient prayer wheel, clothed in a bright orange monk’s robe, his white hair adorned with jewels plaited into two large braids... At one glance, the distinctive rugged spirit of the grasslands hit him full in the face.

"Mr. Yang, you have good eyesight!"

The man landed atop the hall’s roof, raised a palm, and spoke somberly with a heavy nasal accent, "I am here to resolve matters with Mr. Yang..."

Before he could finish, Yang Ge, expressionless, leapt into the air and executed a sweeping maneuver, sending his sword slashing towards the two monks on the roof.

Seeing this, the two monks quickly leapt back.

The black-robed monk took a deep breath and exploded in a shout with bristling hair and beard: "Zha!"

In an instant, an ancient bronze bell illusion appeared in front of the black-robed monk, and a terrifying golden sound wave, like a dragon sucking water, rolled towards the waterfall-like sword energy, the Lion’s Roar technique of Buddhism!

The red-robed old monk sat cross-legged in mid-air, turning the prayer wheel slowly and muttering scriptures. The barely audible chanting, amplified by the Lion’s Roar, transformed into a deafening Buddhist mantra that permeated everything around.

"Boom..."

The ribbon-like sword energy, grand and dazzling beneath the vast strength of the two, dissipated like smoke in a gale, melting away before it could even explode.

As the sword energy vanished, Yang Ge, hidden behind it, lunged forward, his face flushed as he executed a powerful Mount Hua cleaving stroke, breaking through the sonic waves in front of him, aiming straight for the black-robed monk who was roaring.

Upon witnessing this, the volume of the black-robed monk’s Lion’s Roar intensified, the rolling sound waves almost solidifying into a dazzling halo beyond the naked eye.

The red-robed monk’s prayer wheel also created a blur of shadows, the incomprehensible yet distressing and blood-churning mantra sounded like hundreds of bass drums thundering around Yang Ge.

That feeling of being at odds with the whole world, with nowhere to turn, filled Yang Ge with a heart-pounding rage, an urge to unleash all his True Qi in a single strike, whether to kill his enemies or destroy himself.

"Clang!"

The overwhelming sword energy struck the illusory bronze bell in front of the black-robed monk, producing a sonorous thud that, for a moment, suppressed the mantra.

Yang Ge took the opportunity to rebound from the force and retreated, swiftly retreating a hundred yards. He hovered in the vast, serene sky.

’If the heart is as clear as ice, heaven’s collapse will not shake me; amidst a thousand changes, my spirit will remain calm and my Qi will be still...’ He silently recited the long-neglected "Snow Drift Secret" mental method in his heart, concentrating and calming his Qi to steady his blood, his gaze turning solemn as he looked at the two bald donkeys perched again atop the Holy Fire Hall.

The two ’bald donkeys’, with their vast and deep True Qi and their unpredictable Buddhist techniques, were definitely peak masters of a Divine Monarch level.

If it were a one-on-one fight, these two did not pressure him as much as Zhang Xuansu from Mount Longhu did.

However, their martial arts stemmed from the same origin. When they joined forces, they could achieve a synergy far greater than the sum of their parts, a conundrum that seemed unsolvable.

He did not know how much the pair had expended with that recent combination of the Lion’s Roar and the deadly mantra.

All he knew was that if the two monks could maintain the intensity of their sonic attack from before, it would be difficult for him to get close to the pair.

While Yang Ge was feeling heavy-hearted, the two old monks on top of the Holy Fire Hall were equally alarmed.

It is said that one knows the expertise of a master from their first move.

Though they had assessed Yang Ge’s combat strength as highly as possible, the recent exchange informed them that they had still underestimated this "Lord Zhongshen", Yang Erlang, known throughout the land!

For that last slash from Yang Erlang was essentially a battle of one against two!

Even with one against two, he was able to fight them on equal footing... this was more monstrous than their old nemesis from Mount Longhu!

After an imperceptible exchange of glances, the black-robed monk spoke again, "Mr. Yang, there’s a way to resolve everything. Why not sit down and have a peaceful conversation..."

"Talk to my ass!"

Yang Ge impatiently cut him off, then took a deep breath, lunged forward, transforming into a dazzling streak of light, diving down. At a distance of over thirty yards, he unleashed a magnificent blade energy like the wings of a soaring roc, striking down from above at the two monks on the roof.

With one slash, myriad blade energies cascaded down like an avalanche, a torrential downpour that could not be stopped.

That was the "Snow Drift Mortal World" that once made Zhang Xuansu leap in panic!

If he couldn’t fight up close, then he’d bombard them from a distance!

He was eager to see if these two bald donkeys could withstand his relentless barrage.

If they couldn’t hold up and separated, he would grab one and beat him to death.

Upon seeing this, the two monks at the rooftop simultaneously channeled their True Qi and bellowed, "Chi!"

The dazzling Inner Qi of Buddhism converged in front of the two, forming a giant golden illusion, amplifying the sound waves of the Lion’s Roar like a tsunami, to meet the descending brilliant blade energy.