After Third Uncle finished recounting the affair between Dongzi and Suixi, he continued, "We only compete among ourselves. Just attack; there are no set rules. As long as you don't leave the farm and aren't dead, you haven't lost. I’ll count one, two, three, and then we fight!" Third Uncle truly gave no one time to prepare; as soon as the words were out, he started counting: "One, two!"

"Swish, swish!" A streak of cold light flew toward Zhou Huan.

"Master, watch out! He’s cheating!" Hong Kun shouted loudly. Before his voice even settled, Zhou Huan’s figure vanished like a swallow, his feet kicking sideways into nowhere.

A flying dagger embedded itself straight into the large tree behind the group. Before Zhou Huan could catch his breath, Third Uncle's hand was already striking towards him.

Zhou Huan dodged again, lightly knocking his hand away to slip past.

"Good kid, quick reflexes. Again!" This time, Third Uncle's movements were like a serpent, coiling up Zhou Huan's arm. His palm opened, tracing a Soul-Suppressing Tai Chi in the center, and his five fingers clamped down viciously. He muttered, "Soul and body separate, the Great Dao heads west!"

For a moment, Zhou Huan couldn't react. He felt his body being wrenched from his flesh, and a tearing, agonizing pain surged upward.

"Ah!" Zhou Huan screamed in agony.

Hong Kun rushed forward anxiously to help, but unexpectedly, Third Uncle's other hand suddenly grabbed Hong Kun's shoulder. He laughed wildly, "Good kid, two of you against this old man? Then you can both perish together!"

"Damn your ancestors!" Dongzi pulled out a shovel and a brick, sprinting like the wind toward Third Uncle.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of Dongzi. "Hey, brother, we're not done yet. If you want to save your elder brother, you’ll have to take me down first. And..." Suixi pointed to the sky, "And this!" Before he could finish speaking, he kicked out at Dongzi.

The entire scene dissolved into chaos. Dongzi and Suixi were locked in struggle, while Zhou Huan and Hong Kun wrestled with Third Uncle's Soul-Suppressing Hand. The most idle person now was Yang Xiaoling.

Yang Xiaoling’s eyes were red with urgency, but she felt powerless. Then, she devised a plan. Seeing that Zhou Huan and the others had their backs to her, she pulled out her camera and began flashing the strobe relentlessly. The bright flashes temporarily blinded Third Uncle and Suixi, forcing them to turn their heads.

Taking advantage of this brief window, Zhou Huan pulled Hong Kun closer and shoved a pickaxe from behind him into Hong Kun’s hand, while making sure he himself had donned the Heavenly Silkworm Gloves.

"Bang! Bang!" With two solid punches, Third Uncle was sent flying far away. Hong Kun followed up and brought the pickaxe down on Third Uncle, but unexpectedly, Third Uncle was still fast enough, kicking Hong Kun away with a swift leg lift.

Dongzi was even more direct. He didn't even need the shovel; seeing an opening, he downed Suixi with a single brick, muttering the entire time, "This guy is trash. Without those moths to put on airs, he’s nothing. Every time I deal with you, it only takes one brick."

Zhou Huan and Hong Kun lay on the ground gasping for breath, and Third Uncle was similarly sprawled out, breathing heavily, apparently spitting up blood.

"Good kid, you even brought a woman to help you. Well, I won't hold back either!" Third Uncle took a couple of breaths, pulled out a stack of talismans, and shot them out like bullets, aimed directly at Zhou Huan’s heart.

Zhou Huan, however, showed no panic. He sat cross-legged on the ground, forming hand seals, and caught each talisman as it came.

Zhou Huan and Third Uncle dueled for nearly half an hour. Hong Kun lay motionless on the ground for that same half hour, while Dongzi kept searching for something.

"Toad, oh Toad, where did you go? I only said a few words to you earlier; how could you break the cage and run off!" Dongzi mumbled as he searched.

Yang Xiaoling grew anxious and called out to Dongzi, "Your brother is fighting so hard, can't you stop looking for your toad and go help him?"

"It's fine, when has my brother ever lost!" Dongzi wasn't worried this time.

Xiaoling was nearly driven mad. "He only says that so you don't worry. Why can't you understand?"

"It’s fine. I said my brother is fine. That Song Sect stuff is nothing; they only know how to play tricks. If you ask me, we should have crippled his hands and feet so he couldn't do any more evil," Dongzi argued quite logically.

Meanwhile, the fight between Zhou Huan and Third Uncle had reached a conclusion. Third Uncle was knocked down by one of Zhou Huan's Piercing Heart Thunders and lay limp on the ground.

The so-called Piercing Heart Thunder was the combined use of the Buddhist Demon-Subduing Hand Seal, the Daoist Palm-Center Tai Chi, and the Heaven-Returning Talisman, amplified by Zhou Huan’s palm power. Zhou Huan had truly risked his life, using his ultimate, hidden techniques.

"Third Uncle, can you still get up?" Zhou Huan planted a foot on Third Uncle’s hand, spat a bit of saliva onto it, and then rubbed off the red Tai Chi mark on Third Uncle's hand. "Old brother, why didn't you just stay home honestly at your age? Did you really need me to bring down the moonlight and annihilate you!"

"Master, save me!" Hong Kun couldn't get up from the ground. Zhou Huan walked over and pulled him up with one hand. It turned out Hong Kun’s foot had slipped into a water retention pit used on the farm. The pit was small, just large enough to hold one foot, and his foot was lodged firmly inside.

"Go on, tie those two up. Write a 'Seal' character—make it a large talisman—and wrap them both together. Let's see them keep acting smug!" Zhou Huan took out a tissue, wiped his hands, and looked up at the huge moth in the sky. "Hey, you've grown this big; talking shouldn't be a problem, right!"

Zhou Huan’s casual question was met with a sound like thunder: "You broke the Song Sect's rules! They are my masters, and I will devour you!"

"Bad news! Dongzi, run!" The moth’s proboscis shot down toward Dongzi with terrifying speed. This tube was as thick as a chimney pipe; if it pierced Dongzi, his body would surely be rendered transparent.

Dongzi, still unhurried, placed his hands on his hips and turned around. "Brother, did you win? I told you so..." He hadn't finished his boast when he saw a chimney-sized object flying towards him, and immediately bolted with incredible speed.

At that precise moment, it seemed as if rain began to fall from the sky—so heavy it couldn't be described as just a downpour. Zhou Huan and Hong Kun were soaked, but Yang Xiaoling managed to shield herself somewhat with the bundle she held. The three of them ran toward the trees and saw that the cage on the ground was empty.

"I knew it, that's what Dongzi was looking for—his toad that eats one chicken a day ran away! Haha!" Hong Kun still hadn't grasped the urgency. "Dongzi, run! I trust your speed; that broken wing of his can't catch you."

"Stop joking! Hurry up and write the talisman! Striking the moth's soul will fix everything!" Zhou Huan instructed. "This kind of thing isn't scary; even the lowest-grade talismans can handle it. Because it’s so terrifying, I never included it in my books, and you never had a chance to learn it. Otherwise, animals could be as big as they want! Write quickly, or the moth will cocoon Dongzi soon!"

"Yes, Master!" Hong Kun finished writing the talisman, but just as he was about to flick it, another splash of 'heavenly water' hit him. "Ow, what the hell is this?" Hong Kun reached out, rubbed his hand, and examined the sticky residue. "Master, look at this!"

"Hmm? Looks like some kind of saliva?" Zhou Huan took a pinch and sniffed it. "This isn't the saliva of a large animal; what kind of rain is this?"

"Master, look, it’s definitely not the saliva of a large animal—it’s the saliva of a super-large animal!" Hong Kun tilted his head back, pointing to the sky.

"Brother, save me, save me!" Dongzi screamed as he ran, nearly out of breath. Suddenly, he noticed the moon and stars had appeared in the sky. When he looked back, the thing chasing him was gone. When he turned around again, he saw a toad the size of a mountain standing outside the farm. It opened its mouth and swallowed the flying moth whole. The moth kept bulging inside its stomach as it let out a resounding belch.

The toad laughed this time. "Master Dongzi, thank you for the chicken. This whole thing is enough for dinner; I probably won’t need to eat again for a year, hehe!"

Dongzi stood dumbfounded, his hand gripping his lower jaw. Was this the toad he had been running from? So huge! How would he raise it now? And who would dare provoke him? Wouldn't that require the UN to bomb it with a missile?

"Dongzi, write a Soul-Striking Talisman, and it will change back!" Zhou Huan shouted from afar.

Dongzi looked back at Zhou Huan, quickly pulled a crumpled talisman from his pocket, bit his finger until it bled, and rapidly drew on the paper. The talisman flew out and slapped hard onto the toad's forehead.