Qu Changzhi bade farewell to Madam Zhao and left the Golden Bell Hall. He quietly left Hope Sound Mountain and soared into the light, flying southwest.
Half a day later, he arrived at a desolate ridge in the western suburbs. Most of the people living here were savages who wore beast skins and ate raw meat and drank blood. Due to the thinness of the spiritual veins, not many cultivators paid attention to it, and it was Hui Xuan's temporary residence now.
Qu Changzhi descended on a cloud in front of a cave. He used his spell to open the prohibition spell and walked inside. There were no bright pearls or lamps in the cave, so the light was dim. After a dozen steps, he saw an old Daoist sitting cross-legged on a rock. The old Daoist bowed and said, "Master, your disciple has returned."
Hui Xuan opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Disciple, have you seen Zhao Ru?"
When he asked this, even though his expression was still calm, his tone still unconsciously revealed a bit of urgency.
Qu Changzhi replied, "Master, it is as you expected. Madam Zhao has managed to convince Sect Leader Qiao."
Hui Xuan heard this and could not hold it in anymore. He stood up and laughed. His eyes looked at the top of the cave and said, "My plan has succeeded."
After he decided on the plan to get rid of Zhang Yan, he spent a few months to gather all the manpower. But before he could do anything, he received news that Zhang Yan had sealed his residence and went into seclusion. He had no choice but to wait patiently.
Just like that, twenty-five years had passed. He saw that his lifespan was getting shorter and he did not know when Zhang Yan would come out of seclusion. He was anxious.
At this time, when Ji Daoren heard that the dragon pillar prohibition spell was dispelled, he urged him to go down and take the items inside.
Because he needed this person's help, it was not good to offend him. He could only order Qu Changzhi to meet Madam Zhao at Zhongtai Gate.
Madam Zhao's plan that day was actually his. It was a plan for Zhongtai Gate but it was actually to make it easier for him to obtain the Daoist book.
He did not have much hope for this plan. Now that he heard that it succeeded, even though he was usually calm, he could not help but lose his composure at this moment.
Qu Changzhi said, "Master, there is a problem that you have to guard against."
Hui Xuan calmed himself down and asked, "What's the difficulty?"
Qu Changzhi said: "That Qiao Huanjuan ordered Zhao Ru to go to the Divine House to invite that Priest Zhang down. It seems like she is trying to prevent Master from playing any tricks. Her actions are really despicable."
Hui Xuan turned around with his back facing Qu Changzhi. With a sinister smile, he said, "No, this is a good thing. Perhaps the two difficult matters can be settled at the same time."
On the second day after Madame Zhao presented her plan, she prepared a carriage and summoned Du Shixun. Together with a hundred or so maids, they rode the wind and traveled to the Shen Wu Mountain.
In addition to the mother and son, Fan Yinghui, the owner of the "Hundred Shadow Sword", one of the six famous swords of Fengxiang sword school, was also with them.
As the envoy of the Fengxiang sword school, she had been ordered to stay in the Zhong Tai sect for the past few years. When she heard that Zhao Ru wanted to go to Han Yuan, she also wanted to see what Rong Junzhong looked like. Therefore, she decided to accompany Zhao Ru.
When the mistress of the Zhong Tai sect set out, she had her own arrangements and the journey was smooth. After ten days or so, they arrived at the foot of Cang Zhu Peak.
Chu Mu Ran led a few people to wait at the entrance. After greeting each other, they were invited to settle down in the pavilion inside the mountain.
The three of them stayed halfway up Cang Zhu Peak. From here, the mountain was covered in greenery and the lake was rippling. White cranes and spiritual birds came and went from time to time. Beyond the peak, there was a stretch of mountains like the sea. Further away, there was the magnificent Beimo Fury Waves.
Fan Yinghui looked at the majestic picture and praised, "People's Shen Wu Mountain stretches across the north of the world. It is the wilderness of the Huang Kingdom. But from what I see now, although it is not as beautiful as Zhong Tai's' Golden Mountain Moist Water, White Cauldron Overlooking the Peak ', it is not far off."
Madam Zhao, however, felt that it was normal and said, "Excluding our five sects, in our Dong Sheng Continent, those who can occupy three cities can be considered a big sect. After the battle of the dragon pillars, the Deep Stream Sect occupied nine celestial cities. It is not strange for them to have such a scene."
Fan Yinghui looked over and said, "What is rare is that everyone in Hanyuan sect is working hard. There is also someone like Zhang Zhenren. In less than a hundred years, it will become a big sect again. Sister, please remind Sect Leader Qiao to be careful."
Her words hinted that Hanyuan sect would one day turn the tables. How could Madam Zhao not hear it? She did not mind and said, "Zhang Zhenren's supernatural power is indeed extraordinary, but his cultivation is still in the second realm. Let's not talk about whether he can reach that step. Even if he does, it will be a matter of a hundred years later. Why worry about it now?"
Fan Yinghui said, "When I came here, I heard that Zhenren Zheng has been cultivating for three thousand years. After he passes away, who in your sect will be the Needle of Calming Sea?"
Madam Zhao's expression did not change. She said confidently, "Sister, you should know that after Xuan Yue's death, his Daoist book is in my hands. All the previous flaws can be filled. When that time comes, why would Zhong Tai not prosper?"
Fan Yinghui wanted to say more, but at this moment, she heard a commotion at the foot of the mountain. Madam Zhao had also noticed it. She called for her maid and asked, "Go and see what is happening down there."
This maid was brought by her from Zhong Tai. She was not from Hanyuan sect, so she had to go and ask around. After a while, she turned around and said, "Madam, it is Zhang Zhenren's two disciples who have been traveling for more than ten years. They have returned."
Fan Yinghui smiled and said, "Sister, you have come at the right time. These two Zhang Zhenren have returned to the mountain to pay their respects to their masters. This is a good opportunity to ask for their help."
Madam Zhao agreed, "Sister, you are right."
She instructed her maid, "Go to my jade box and pick a few treasures. Later, come with me to pay a visit to Zhang Zhenren's two disciples."
Da Chen Country, Nan Wu Mountain.
A Daoist with a face full of anxiety was flying around the mountain with a child in his arms. He seemed to be looking for something.
After a few rounds, he saw a seven-story tower at the foot of the mountain. There was a colorful glow coming from it, but it was covered by a seal, so it was not very clear. If he did not know the location beforehand, he would not have been able to detect it in the mountains.
He was happy and thought to himself, "This must be the place that Junior Brother Feng mentioned."
He quickly got down and arrived at the valley. He raised his voice and said, "Is Zhenren here? I am Senchu from Kwantam-in. Because my child has been infected with poison, I have come to pay my respects and beg Zhenren to help me. "
He repeated this a few times, but there was no response from the mountain. He couldn't help but become anxious. He looked at the child in his arms. His face was purple and his breathing was getting weaker. He couldn't wait any longer. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword, wanting to force his way in.
However, at this moment, the restrictive formation in front of him suddenly rippled like waves. A moment later, the barrier dispersed, revealing the pagoda inside. He was overjoyed and hurriedly jumped inside. Just a few hundred feet away, he saw a ferocious-looking, green-eyed, yellow-robed Daoist standing in front of him. There was a faint ominous glint in his eyes. He didn't look like a good person. He couldn't help but be startled and subconsciously stopped. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you Master Zhang?"
Zhang Boyan looked at the child in his arms and said, "Another one who has been infected with poison. At most, this child will not be able to keep his life."
When Senchu heard this, he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly said, "As long as Daoist can save my child's life, I will give you a big gift to thank you."
Zhang Boyan smiled strangely and used a spell. A yellow smoke rose from the ground and swept the child over. He then turned around and entered the tower. He said, "Wait here. I will send him out in an hour."
Senchu had a grateful look on his face. He bowed repeatedly and said, "Thank you, Daoist, thank you!"
Zhang Boyan went into the pagoda, took out a newly refined pill, and fed it into the child's mouth. Then, he infused some spiritual energy into the child. After a short while, the child's mouth and nose spurted out wisps of black foul gas. As the gas came out, his face gradually regained its color.
He waved his sleeve and turned the foul gas in the room into a drop of black water. He held it in his palm and carefully sensed it. He thought to himself, "This poison is not the gas of the Netherworld River, nor is it the poisonous gas of the Earth Lung. What is hidden under the Kwantam-in?"
Zhang Yan had found out that the Great Underworld Patriarch's seal was under the Kwantam-in, so he asked Zhang Boyan to come here and watch his every move. But as soon as he arrived, he found that there was a poisonous gas coming out of the area within a hundred miles.
He was an elder of the Netherworld Spring Sect, so he had a deep understanding of the various kinds of dark river gas underground. Normally, the poisonous gas under the Earth Lung would mostly disperse when it came into contact with the blazing sun. There was no poison like this. Now, other than the area around the Kwantam-in, there were no signs of birds or beasts in the rest of the mountain.
Coincidentally, because he wanted to find out what kind of foul gas this was, he saved a passing Kwantam-in half a month ago. But after this incident, the cultivators in the courtyard found out that there was a Daoist Master outside the mountain who could cure this poison, so many people came to ask for help.
An hour later, he walked out of the tower. He waved his sleeve and sent the child out with the yellow gas.
Senchu quickly took it and looked down. He saw that the child's breathing was even and he was sleeping soundly. His little face had also regained some color. He couldn't help but let out a big sigh of relief. He smiled gratefully at Zhang Boyan and said, "Thank you for your help, Daoist Master."
Zhang Boyan said, "May I ask, where did this poisonous miasma come from?"
Senchu hesitated for a while and said, "You saved my son's life, so you shouldn't hide anything. It's just that this matter involves a secret of our sect, so I don't dare to disclose it to outsiders …"
Zhang Boyan didn't wait for him to finish and interrupted him with a wave of his hand. He said disdainfully, "I'm not interested in knowing about your sect's matters. It's just that if a normal cultivator breathes in a little bit of this poisonous miasma and isn't cured, his life will be in danger within a day or two. Even if there is a cultivator with a high level of cultivation, after a long time, he still won't be able to withstand it. And from what I see, the poisonous gas is getting worse day by day. If we don't get rid of it, in a few days, you will have to come to beg for help."
Senchu was shocked, but after pondering for a while, he raised his head and looked at him with a burning gaze. He said doubtfully, "Since this poisonous miasma is so powerful, why did Daoist Master stay here and not leave?"
Zhang Boyan said, "What I've refined is special. The extremely poisonous things in the underground are evil medicine to you, but to me, it's a good product for refining Qi and refining treasures."
Senchu sensed that the Qi on his body was obscure, deep and gloomy. It was different from ordinary Xuanmen, so he immediately believed most of it. He sighed and said, "If I could leave, I would have left long ago. Why wait until now …"
At this point, he thought of something and looked at Zhang Boyan. He said with some expectation, "Why don't you invite Zhenren to my sect?"
When Zhang Boyan heard this, a few strange green lights appeared in his eyes. He laughed and said, "Then I'll respectfully accept."
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