I Have A Dual World Seal

On the other side, Master Qing Song and Venerable Jin Jue had already started trading blows.

The Innate Cloud Qi engulfed the four directions, and a stream of bluish-black Profound Yin Qi surged forth from the forest manor, shielding its surroundings.

"No, this isn’t Innate Cloud Qi, it’s Innate Cloud Qi?" Venerable Jin Jue’s voice carried a trace of shock, "You’ve actually cultivated to the highest secret transmission of the White Cloud Temple?"

Master Qing Song replied indifferently, "Indeed."

"Hmph!"

Venerable Jin Jue snorted coldly, "What of Innate Cloud Qi? Witness my Profound Yin Divine Light!"

A streak of dark golden light suddenly flickered within the manor, illuminating the surrounding Profound Yin Qi. The Profound Yin Qi intensified abruptly, wearing away the enveloping Innate Cloud Qi.

In the next moment, a beam of golden light shot out instantly, nearly invisible to the naked eye, aiming directly at Master Qing Song.

"Whizz!"

This beam of golden light carried a domineering force, exuding an extreme sharpness. Surrounding it were streams of bluish-black air, casting shadows and distorting the space around, making it hard to pinpoint the location of the golden light.

Master Qing Song’s gaze hardened. With a flick of his long sleeve and a backward swipe of his hand, a long sword appeared within his grasp. His expression remained stoic, yet he lightly thrust it forward.

In the next instant, as the long sword thrust forth, the boundless Cloud Qi gathered, forming a swirling vortex as if a black hole took shape swiftly before him, growing larger and stirring the winds and clouds.

The nearly unnoticeable beam of golden light couldn’t resist the influence of the Cloud Qi vortex, piercing straight into its center.

The center of this vortex, of course, was the tip of Master Qing Song’s sword.

The next moment, the golden light vanished instantaneously, piercing into the vortex’s heart.

"Ding!"

A soft clang sounded as the golden light abruptly stopped, revealing its true form—a dark golden shuttle.

The shuttle was a foot long and three fingers wide, its surface dark gold in color etched with Ghost Seal inscriptions, exuding a faint black glow. From afar, it seemed shrouded by an elusive barrier, shifting in clarity.

Master Qing Song was unaffected by this. His long sword attacked defensively; after blocking the shuttle with the sword tip, the surrounding Cloud Qi coiled again. His sword angled downwards to divert the shuttle’s path.

"Buzz!"

The shuttle trembled, forcefully pushing aside Master Qing Song’s long sword. It looped in mid-air, slicing through the surrounding Cloud Qi. A sharp airflow nearly split the space around then, with a flick up and down, it rushed toward Master Qing Song’s throat again.

Only to see Master Qing Song’s wrist shaking, thrusting the sword once more.

It seemed like only one sword strike, yet as it pierced, the surrounding Cloud Qi transformed into the shape of a long sword, converging a Sword Net in front.

"Ding ding ding..."

Following a series of crisp sounds, the dark golden shuttle hesitated, the Ghost Seal inscriptions on its body twisted as if coming to life. A surge of black glow tore the Sword Net apart.

In the next moment, the shuttle traversed the void, instantly appearing before Master Qing Song.

"Ding!"

Yet it was effortlessly blocked by Master Qing Song with a horizontal sword maneuver, appearing leisurely and light, yet it preemptively intercepted the shuttle’s strike without breaking a sweat.

"White Cloud Swordsmanship." Lu Zheng clicked his tongue, unable to hold back a sigh.

He hadn’t enhanced the Light of Fortune on White Cloud Swordsmanship for quite a while; judging purely by the sword technique, Master Qing Song had surpassed him by a long shot.

However, after personally witnessing Master Qing Song’s demonstration, Lu Zheng pondered for a moment and decided to further enhance the White Cloud Swordsmanship.

As a sect lineage sharing the "Innate Taiqing Rootless Cloud Qi Scripture," his craftsmanship shouldn’t fall too far behind, don’t you agree?

Meanwhile, Master Qing Song’s long sword turned the shuttle aside; with a flip of his left hand, a White Jade Cloud Talisman appeared in his grasp. Without hesitation, he crushed it.

In the next moment, as the jade talisman shattered, a flash of white light flared beside him, emitting a glow that formed a Void Talisman.

Soon after, the talisman flickered and vanished, leaving only an ephemeral breeze that disappeared in an instant.

But the next moment, an intense shout erupted from the forest manor.

"Break!"

"Open!"

"Swift!"

Venerable Jin Jue exhaled and opened his voice, issuing three consecutive shouts, as dense Profound Yin Qi surged forth, faintly mixed with Innate Cloud Qi.

"A good Flowing Cloud Demon-slaying Curse!" Venerable Jin Jue’s voice seemed to chew iron, slightly hollow despite his apparent hit.

"Witness my Mysterious Yin Death Technique too!"

In the next moment, the dark golden shuttle previously blocked once again surged with black light, rushing toward Master Qing Song.

Master Qing Song intended to raise his sword, only to find the shuttle not striking as expected, instead twisting halfway to thin out his Protective Cloud Qi.

With no time for Master Qing Song to react, a strand of light from the surrounding Profound Yin Divine Light suddenly separated and aimed at him directly.

Divine Light wore away Cloud Qi; with a wave, Master Qing Song regrouped boundless Cloud Qi, but unexpectedly, his True Qi experienced a sudden pause, as a peculiar aura appeared near his heart vein.

"Profound Yin Death Curse?"

Master Qing Song was stirred, "Indeed, each family and school has its own depths."

Yet he remained unflustered, for no matter the angle, the Innate Cloud Qi of the White Cloud Temple was unmatched in the current age.

A stream of Innate Cloud Qi emerged from his middle Dantian, seemingly slow yet swiftly enveloping his heart and vital organs.

Then, the Innate Cloud Qi thread by thread cascaded down his tendons, bones, and blood, its pure and clean essence expelling all anomalies.

A sequence of faintly visible talismans emerged within him, Bluish-black Profound Yin Qi surged from before the Innate Cloud Qi, erupting violently.

Master Qing Song grunted from the impact, incurring an injury from the strike.

Yet hurting Master Qing Song wasn’t easy for Venerable Jin Jue either.

The dark golden shuttle couldn’t evade, receiving a sword thrust from Master Qing Song, whining, its glow dimming.

The other side, Master Qing Song’s Flowing Cloud Demon Curse proved slightly more formidable than Venerable Jin Jue had anticipated, erupting during his full casting, further exacerbating his somewhat stabilized injury.

A human and a ghost exchanged moves, both slightly injured, cautiously wary of each other.

Venerable Jin Jue hadn’t expected that Master Qing Song, once just a young Daoist, to grow so formidable now—a true sect lineage of a major Daoist sect in the mortal world.

Master Qing Song was equally surprised by Venerable Jin Jue’s secret talents—Netherworld Profound Yin Mountain indeed had some deep roots.

However...

Master Qing Song caught his breath as boundless Innate Cloud Qi gathered once again, encompassing a radius of dozens of miles, forming a solid barrier.

The White Cloud Temple’s Daoist Technique was balanced and harmonious, excelling in restriction and prolonged combat. Being in the mortal world, Master Qing Song was confident about capturing the head figure of the Profound Yin Mountain lineage, Venerable Jin Jue.

"Profound Yin Divine Monarch’s ascension, a century of legacy, has likely run its course. Old Ghost Jin, since you don’t wish to return to the Netherworld, stay in the mortal world."