Feng Shuangzi is the acknowledged number one of the Orthodox School in the ancient Xuan domain's cultivation world, and for thousands of years, no one has been able to shake his god-like status in the hearts of Orthodox cultivators. He doesn't belong to any sect, and throughout his life, he only likes to roam freely around the four seas, drifting between the vast mortal world, and has only accepted two disciples in his lifetime, one of whom is Zheng Zhi, who was once impersonated by Ximen Wolf.

  No one knows how high his cultivation is, only knowing that three thousand years ago he was already the number one master of the righteous way. Three thousand years later, no one can fathom his realm today, even those who have fought him before.

  He is just a myth!

  Si Si is the emperor among the corpse emperors, and those who can fight her head-on are extremely rare. The newcomer actually fought her to such a terrifying extent, it's likely that this person is none other than Feng Shuangzi.

  Guo Yi was afraid of Si Si and this orthodox number one person's endless battle, so he decided to rush over immediately.

  "Lead the way ahead, we'll hurry over. That little girl's brain isn't working properly, even if she can't win a fight, she definitely won't know how to run." Guo Ye pulled Ximen Wolf along.

  "I'd rather die than go, these two are violent maniacs, who knows if we even get close, we'll be killed by the aftershocks of their attacks." Ximen Wolf tightly hugged the old locust tree, refusing to give in and lead Guo Yao away.

  "Boom!"

  A loud rumble came from the north, and the earth suddenly cracked open a gap, as if the entire world was about to split in two.

  "The sound is coming from eighty thousand miles away in the north."

  Guo Yiwang gazed northward and was about to unfold the Bodhi Three Moves' divine speed to rush over. Even if he couldn't stop the two men's battle, he would still do his best!

  "You little brat, rushing off like this is no different from sending yourself to death." Ever since Ye Yinhui arrived, the old beggar had shrunk his head into his clothes, as if he was very afraid of being seen by her.

  Upon hearing the old beggar's words, Guo Yue immediately stopped in his tracks and joyfully asked: "You have a way to subdue Feng Shuangzi?"

  "Cut, do you think Feng Shuangzi is someone to be trifled with? I'll tell you, in the entire Gu Xuan domain's cultivation world, there's only one person who can subdue him." The old beggar's tone changed when mentioning Feng Shuangzi, and he thought to himself, "I've been tied up here, if I don't tie you up too, and today's events get out, won't I be oppressed by you again?"

  The old beggar actually still expected what would happen when Feng Shuangzi was tied up, so he decided to give Guo Yao a bad move.

  "Boom!"

  Another loud noise came, but this time it was more than 100,000 miles east. In just a few breaths, the two had already fought for over 100,000 miles, showing how fierce the battle was.

  "Who can finally subdue him?" Guo Yi asked urgently.

  "Of course it's just him." The old beggar laughed.

  "You old scoundrel, you're deliberately trying to fool me, I'll settle the score with you when I get back." Guo Yi was so angry that his lungs were about to burst, and he wished he could kick the old beggar right now.

  At this time, the outside world was constantly transmitting shocking thunderous sounds. Guo Yi's heart was burning with anxiety, his body surrounded by electric light, and he was about to transform into a shocking thunderbolt and sweep away.

  The old beggar hastily called out: "Don't you want to know how to make him surrender himself?"

  "Are you taking him for a fool? Can't even get along with yourself?" Guo Yi said.

  The old beggar said, "Aren't you just a fool? For the sake of a promise, you're going against us, a group of people who have lived for thousands of years. Can't Feng Shuangzi also make a promise and bind himself?"

  Upon hearing the old beggar's words, Ye Yinhui, who had been sitting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them and shot out two beams of spiritual light, wanting to see clearly what kind of person was hanging from the tree.

  At the same time, Guo Yi's heart also moved, dispersing the electric light on his body, and a smile appeared on his face: "Old fellow, no, that old predecessor gave the young man a clear direction?"

  "Haha!" The old beggar laughed triumphantly: "Feng Shuangzi, you've finally gotten your comeuppance! If I hadn't let you be tied up like a rice dumpling, my surname wouldn't be Ji... it would be Xie."

  Guo Yi anxiously thought about the safety of his thoughts, not wanting to listen to the nonsense of the old beggar. He hastily asked: "Old fellow, hurry up and speak, otherwise the yellow flower dish will be cold!"

  The old beggar smiled leisurely and said, "Youngster, all you need to do is go to Ye Zhai's head and take down a green wooden hairpin, then hand it over to Feng Shuangzi and tell him that Ye Zhai is in your hands. Then call on him to surrender."

  "With just one move, he'll surrender? If the number one master of the righteous path was so easy to deal with, Feng Shuangzi would have died a thousand times over. Guo Yi expressed considerable doubt at the old beggar's words."

  The old beggar hummed: "Don't mention making him surrender, even if you slap his two big ears, this old cow nose will not make a sound."

  "Really? I feel like you're trying to cheat me again, old man!" Guo Yi's expression was hopeful, but he still slowly walked towards Ye Yinhui.

  The old beggar sighed, "Alas! This brings up an old matter from years ago! It's said that the Su Nü Chan Cloister is one of the three great sacred places in the world. Inside the gate are all female disciples who are as beautiful as spirits, and Ye Zhai Zhu was at that time the most outstanding among them. What a pity, what a pity..."

  "That's enough. What kind of person are you, to remember things from 6,000 years ago so clearly?" Ye Yinhui cut off the old beggar's words, seemingly not wanting to bring up past matters.

  The old beggar sighed and said: "In those years, Ye Xianzi set up the 'Tianji Theory Diagram' in Huadu Holy City. All the heroes of the world flocked to it, and Fengshengzi defeated Xuantiandi, becoming the only one who could enter the Tianji diagram and discuss Tao with Xianzi. Alas! At that time, I was pulled by that little rascal Puti to Mount Puti to deduce the three movements of Puti. When I learned about this and rushed to Huadu Holy City, the discussion had already ended, and Xianzi's heart had been stolen by Fengshengzi's old cow nose. If I hadn't arrived late, the greatest opportunity should have been mine!"

  "Nonsense!" Ye Yinhui's eyes flashed with cold flames, her whole body trembling with rage, as if the old beggar had touched on a forbidden topic.

  Guo Yi believed the old beggar's words and walked to Ye Yinhui's front, bowing deeply and respectfully saying: "Master Ye, I have no other choice but to offend you, after tomorrow, I will be at your mercy."

  Guo Yi's fingers lightly touched Ye Yinhui's hair, taking down a cyan-colored Daojiao, and then bowed to her again. After taking the Daojiao, Guo Yi no longer dared to delay, transforming into a bolt of lightning flying towards the outside world.

  Bodhi Triple Movement is the fastest divine speed in Buddhism, and Guo Yi appeared tens of thousands of miles away after just a few breaths. He followed the sound of battle all the way, but he couldn't see the two people's tracks.

  This is a desolate land, with hundred-mile-wide craters everywhere, the ground has turned into scorched earth, and the air has become unbearably hot. The surrounding heaven and earth have lost all their spiritual energy, which has been completely drained by the two men's fierce battle.

  "Help! Help! Someone is going to die!" A faint cry for help came from underground.

  Guo Yi's palm struck the ground and split it open, rescuing Nangong Yang who was on his last breath. He asked: "Where are they?"

  "It's just ahead."

  Nangong Yangquan's body was battered and bruised all over, looking like he was on the verge of death. But as soon as he regained his strength, he quickly sprang up from the ground, just like a wild bull taking off in a sprint, and disappeared from Guo Yi's sight in an instant.

  "Need to be so afraid?"

  Guo Yi smiled at the back of Nangong Yang and continued to fly forward. After flying about 3,000 miles, he suddenly saw a middle-aged scholar wearing a Taoist robe. Guo Yi took one look at this person and felt familiar. He slapped his forehead and exclaimed: "Could it be that this is Zheng Zhi, the disciple of Feng Shuangzi?"

  This middle-aged scholar had a long, green beard on his chin and a small black mole between his eyebrows, exactly the same as Zheng Zhi, who was once disguised by Ximen Wolf.

  At this time, he stood on a small hill, stroking his beard, and had already discovered the flying Guo Yao, smiling: "Little brother, it's better to leave quickly, otherwise there will be worries about life."

  Mr. Zheng is indeed the most upright person in the world, and as soon as he speaks, he deeply convinces Guo Yao. There are actually very few people in this world who can take the initiative to care about others' safety.

  There are many kind-hearted people, but those who are both kind and enthusiastic are not many.

  Kuo I bowed with his fist and paid respects: "Greetings, Mr. Zheng Zhi."

  "Huh? You actually know me?" Mr. Zheng Zhi, although his reputation was renowned throughout the land, did not think that a mere teenager like him could recognize him.

  "Sir is upright and unprejudiced, righteous and straightforward in speech. Who under heaven does not know you, sir?" Guo Yi was filled with respect in his heart.

  Mr. Zheng looked at Guo Yao and nodded: "Young brother, where are you headed?"

  "I have come this time specifically to pay respects to Senior Feng Shuangzi." Guo Yi said solemnly.

  Mr. Zheng saw that Mr. Guo was speaking seriously, as if he really had something important to discuss with his own master, so he said: "I don't know what the young brother wants to see my master about?"

  Guo Yichen let out a deep sigh, not wanting to deceive Zheng Zhi, so he gritted his teeth and said: "I came here to ask Feng Shuangzi to tie himself up with both hands, bind himself with nine-strand dragon rope, and let me take him to a wonderful place for a cup of tea."

  Kuo I-kung bowed respectfully and spoke in a serious tone, not at all as if he were joking. "If Mr. Cheng would also bind himself," he continued, "it would be best."

  Mr. Zheng Zhi listened to Guo Yao's words, suddenly a hurry, almost fell to the ground, and thought, "Could I have misheard? It must be, it must be so."

  Feng Shuangzi, what kind of person is he? In the eyes of Zheng Zhi, he is a god. A teenager who dares to bind his heart's god, even if he has trained his hearing to an extremely subtle level, cannot help but doubt whether his auditory sense has gone wrong.

  Mr. Zheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled: "Really made a fool of myself in front of my younger brother, this old man is prone to auditory hallucinations..."

  "Elder, you didn't mishear. I indeed came to bind Wind Frost Elder and your elder." Guo Yi continued under pressure.

  Mr. Zheng was a seasoned veteran who had seen it all, but at this moment he was as still as a wooden chicken, not moving an inch, as if petrified. Suddenly, a loud shout came from above the nine heavens, "Old Taoist, you're cheating! You said whoever's fist is harder would win, but instead of using your own fist, you're using such a big iron fist to smash me!"

  Two figures descended from the sky, one of them a white-robed Daoist with an ethereal aura, holding an iron fist the size of a great mountain. With one punch, he sent Sisi flying. The iron fist was made of some unknown material, and its power was so immense that it absorbed all the spiritual energy within several thousand miles, converting it into pure force. Fortunately, Sisi possessed the body of the Corpse Emperor; otherwise, she would have been shattered by a single punch.

  The white-clothed Taoist laughed and said: "If we're comparing human fists, then little girl, your fist is the hardest. However, from the start, we didn't say that iron fists couldn't be used."

  Guo Yi saw SiSi being knocked to the ground, and immediately panicked. He quickly flew over to a hundred miles away, and pulled SiSi out of the dirt. At this time, her body was covered in bloodstains, her ten-meter-long hair had been broken in half, and streams of blood were gushing out from under her skin. Half of her bones were fractured, her eyes were tightly closed, and a thread of fresh blood still flowed out from between them.

  Kuo Yi's heart was filled with regret and hatred, and he immediately rushed over to her, holding her small head in his hands. He wiped away the dust from her pale face and cleaned the bloodstains from the corners of her eyes with his fingers. After a long while, she finally opened her eyes. Kuo Yi let out a long sigh of relief and pulled her into his arms, closing his eyes as a single tear rolled down his cheek. He repeatedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'm sorry..."

  Si Si leaned against his chest, her small hands, which were almost bruised and swollen, also hugged him tightly. With a mischievous smile, she said: "This time I won't let go, even if he uses his iron fist, I still won't let go."

  "I know, I know." Guo Yi said with a bitter smile: "You silly girl can't win, so don't be arrogant!"

  "I was originally going to win, but that old Taoist cheated, otherwise I would have knocked him out and brought him to you by now." SiSi said with her small fist raised, looking like a stubborn little girl.

  Guo Yi grabbed her tattered and bloody hand, tore off a few strips of cloth from her body to help her bandage it, then rubbed her head, messing up her hair, and smiled: "This time I'll let him get away with nothing, tell him to tie himself up, you must hit him a few more punches when the time comes."