A dignified nun ; A repulsive bald donkey

A Mysterious Nun Descends from the Sky

Chasing Cloud Elder glanced westward, where blood-red sword lights suddenly streaked across the sky.

He grabbed the Drunken Daoist and Zhou Qingyun: "Move, now!"

Moments later, three sword beams pierced the Drunken Daoist's cave.

Zhou Chun, dozing with his sword, jolted awake. Chasing Cloud Elder and the others had returned.

Zhou Qingyun blurted: "What were those red lights in the west?"

Chasing Cloud Elder slumped onto a stool: "Golden-Bodied Arhat Fayuan—that bald donkey—is here! Zhitong's been recruiting all his uncles and masters from Mount Wutai. Let's keep a low profile until they gather, then crush their nests!"

Zhou Chun looked bewildered. Chasing Cloud Elder slapped his shoulder: "Come, I'll train you at Mount Huang!"

Turning to Qingyun, he added:  "A girl shouldn't stay here. Go to Pixie Village and seek Master Yuqing."

"Who is Master Yuqing?"

"I met her once fifty years ago. Her skills have surely grown. Respect her deeply and learn from her—it'll benefit you."

Before he finished, golden light erupted in the room as a beautiful nun materialized:  "Elder Bai, gossiping about me again?"

Zhou Qingyun stared—the nun wore a dharma crown, cloud-patterned boots, a golden silk robe, and wielded a horsetail whisk.Her divine aura and youthful beauty belied her age of over 130.

Master Yuqing flicked her whisk:  "Master Canxia informed me Qingyun would visit, yet she's here with you. Why?"

Chasing Cloud Elder grinned:  "Zhou Chun, Qingyun—pay your respects!"

Master Yuqing lowered her voice: "I have urgent news. Do you know Wanmiao Xiangu of Mount Huang?"

"Of course," Chasing Cloud Elder replied, settling into a seat.

"She feigns neutrality but colludes with heretics," Master Yuqing hissed.  "She even tried to enlist me in forging a Heavenly Demon Immortal-Slaying Sword! Why does Master Canxia tolerate her, knowing she's the Paramour of the Primordial Ancestor?"

Chasing Cloud Elder took a swig from his gourd: "Master Canxia has her reasons. Otherwise, Wanmiao Xiangu wouldn't have lingered peacefully on Mount Huang for fifty years."

"Your Emei Sect is too lenient—letting enemies sleep at your doorstep!"

With that, Master Yuqing bid farewell and took Zhou Qingyun to Pixie Village. Chasing Cloud Elder departed with Zhou Chun for sword training.

Ciyun Temple

In the temple's rear hall, Zhitong fretted over Powder-Faced Buddha and Mao Tai's injuries.

A novice rushed in:  "Master! Fayuan of Mount Wutai has arrived!"

Zhitong scrambled to greet Fayuan—a short, fierce monk clad in a flaming kasaya, wielding an iron staff.

"Where's Mao Tai?" Fayuan barked.

Seeing Mao Tai's festering arm, Fayuan cursed: "You shit!"

He fed them medicinal pills and re-dressed their wounds.

Mao grinned in pain and struggled to salute. Fayuan waved him off: "Save it! Your arm might be reattached with jade balm from the North Sea, but without Emei's Essence-Stabilizing Pill, it'll be worthless."

As Fayuan turned to leave, Zhitong panicked:  "What if Emei attacks?"

Fayuan snorted:  "If Emei wanted to destroy Ciyun Temple, Chasing Cloud Elder alone could do it! They're waiting to annihilate us all at once!"

Over the next days, the disciples sent by Zhitong to ask for help came back one after another with their helpers.

Fa Yuan later returns with rare herbs, but admits that Mao Tai's arm is beyond salvage. He ordered his subordinates to escort Mao Tai back to Mount Wutai to recuperate.

Then, Zhitong took all his helpers to the main hall to salute Fa Yuan.

Although there are many helpers, most of them are nothing more than a rabble.

Addressing the crowd, Fayuan warned:  "This isn't child's play! Always be vigilant and don't go out! Wait for me to come back!"

After leaving Ciyun Temple, he planned to go to Mount Jiuhua to find helpers.

Bald donkey The Emei faction is in the Mount Huang, Jiuhua Mountain is not far from the Mount Huang, Fa Yuan took the sword and landed, and in the cold wind howling, he cautiously moved forward.

Suddenly, a child's laughter echoed through the silent forest.

He was immediately alert: on such a cold day, the mountain wind is cold, how can there be women and children here?

He squinted into the woods, and the setting sun stretched the shadows of the sparse trees, but there was not a single figure to be seen.

A child's voice said,  "Sister, Senior Brother Sun is here from over there. You see he is followed by a bald donkey with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, and he certainly had bad intentions. "

A girl replied lazily: "Relax. He wouldn't dare cause trouble here."

Fa Yuan gritted his teeth when he heard this - he had lived for more than a hundred years, and it was the first time he was scolded by a child for a bald donkey!

Seething with rage, a white-robed youth—seventeen or eighteen years old—suddenly darted onto the mountain path. Lithe as a white crane, he vanished into the depths of the forest with a few swift leaps.

The boy shouted: "Sis, intercept him! That donkey's up to no good!"

Fa Yuan's temples throbbed with rage. Clenching his teeth, he feigned ascent up the mountain, then whirled around abruptly.

With a sharp slap to the back of his skull, he unleashed dozens of crimson sword-lights—threads of scarlet fury—streaking toward the forest.

This trick is a well-known skill of Fa Yuan, and it is very vicious, but if it is stained, there will be no bones left.

Wherever the sword-lights sliced, trees as thick as bowls were cleaved at the waist. Dry branches and withered leaves cascaded like a storm.

Yet, deep in the forest, an invisible wall defied the blades—Fa Yuan's relentless strikes failed to breach it, leaving him drenched in sweat.

Bu to his fury, laughter and chatter echoed from within, as if his assault were mere background noise