PS: Something came up at home, but it's done.
Xuehuo Sect, Lanshe Terrace.
The elder on duty, Li Xiu, was talking to his senior brother, Tan Xingying. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the cave abode. He frowned and asked, "Who's outside?"
The boy on duty said, "Master, it's disciple Zhu Min. He said he has something important to discuss with you. I told him that Master is entertaining Spiritual Master Qiu and has no time to meet him, but he doesn't believe me."
Tan Xingying smiled, "He's my junior brother's disciple after all, why not meet him?"
Li Xiu was silent for a moment, then said, "Since he's here, let him in."
Not long after he said that, a young cultivator stumbled into the cave and knelt down on the couch. He kowtowed and said with tears in his eyes, "Master, Yue Cang Sect has come to bully us. Father has no choice but to issue a challenge, but that Daoist Master Zhang is really powerful. Disciple is afraid that Father is not this person's match. Master, please lend us a hand."
Li Xiu sighed softly and got down from the bed. He helped him up and comforted him gently, "The sect will not ignore the matter of the Demon Kings. Your Uncle-Master Tan and I are discussing this matter. Zhu Min, you don't have to worry. Go back and cultivate well. Your potential is not below that of the same sect. Don't let this matter disturb your state of mind."
Zhu Min had thought that this would be a difficult matter, and that her master would most likely try to make excuses, but she didn't expect him to agree so easily. She stared blankly for a while before she came to her senses and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."
Li Xiu smiled kindly and patted his shoulder, "Go."
Zhu Min took a few steps back and kowtowed again, saying, "Yu Yuan's millions of troops are counting on Master." After he finished speaking, he left. After that, he stood up and left.
Tan Xingying turned around and asked, "Junior Brother, are you going to save them?"
Li Xiu sat back on the bed and said expressionlessly, "Save? How? The Yue Cang Sect's move is to clear their path of retreat so that they can deal with us. Zhang Yanzheng can't wait for our Ling Sect to come to their doorstep, thinking that he can advance. How can we walk right into the trap at this time? "
Tan Xingying thought for a moment and said seriously, "If we let the situation deteriorate. Our previous arrangements will be in vain. "
Suddenly, a voice rang out. He said, "It's just a casual move, why do you have to take it so seriously?"
When the two of them heard this voice, they immediately got off the bed and bowed, saying respectfully, "Benefactor."
In the hall, the bronze crane breathed out a puff of white smoke. Then, it spun and condensed. She turned into a high Taoist bun. A Daoist with red eyes, red eyebrows, and skin as smooth as jade said, "Rise, all of you." He waved the horsetail whisk in his hand. He sat down on the main seat.
Li Xiu cautiously asked, "Disciple would like to ask Teacher, how should we deal with Yuyuan's troops?"
The red-browed Daoist said in a deep voice, "The Spirit Cave is about to appear, and it's not the time to go against Qincang School yet. However, Zhu Min is my disciple after all. If we ignore this request of the sect, it will be disappointing."
He raised his sleeve and took out a jade box, saying, "This is the remnant of the Dragon Turtle Shell hidden in the pool. You can order him to take it and give it to his father. Then, tell him that if the patriarchs lose this battle, if his nephew is willing to come to our sect, he can be protected. If his Origin Spirit can escape, he can be a human in his next life and join our Blood Soul Sect. I will accept him as a direct disciple."
Li Xiu took it, thought for a moment, and asked carefully, "Who should send these two items? Do you want me to go? "
The red-browed Daoist said, "No need. Zhu Min is suitable, send him."
Li Xiu and Tan Xingying looked at each other and bowed, saying, "Yes, Teacher."
However, two hours later, Zhu Min left the Xueshuo Sect alone with the letter and the Dragon Turtle Shell. He boarded the flying shuttle given by the sect and went to the Northern Darkness Continent.
He rushed all the way, and after half a month, he returned to Yuyuan's tribe. Then, he impatiently handed the two items over.
When Zhu Bogao heard about this, he fell into deep thought.
He didn't expect the Xueshuo Sect to send his son back without any intention of forcing him. He couldn't help but sigh deeply, thinking to himself, "I originally planned to give it my all and admit defeat if the situation turns bad. However, the Xueshuo Sect has spoken so openly, so I have no choice but to go and fight with my life."
A figure flashed outside the door, and a middle-aged cultivator walked in. He bowed and said, "Father."
Zhu Bogao asked, "Did you send your little brother away?"
The middle-aged cultivator said, "I have already persuaded him to leave as soon as possible, so the clan elders didn't notice."
Zhu Bogao nodded. This matter of sending his youngest son to the Devil Sect to cultivate was originally a secret. If the elders of the sect were to see this, there might be a misunderstanding. And at this critical juncture, the clan could not afford to be tossed around.
The middle-aged cultivator glanced at the Dragon Turtle Bone Armor on the table and sighed: "It is a pity that there is no Heavenly Demon blood essence, otherwise with this item, father might be able to step into the fifth transformation realm even if he risked his life to break through."
Zhu Bogao said in a deep voice, "It's better than nothing. With this item, I can at least push my strength path's Fourth Transformation realm to perfection. I'll have a higher chance of winning against Spiritual Master Zhang."
He thought for a while and said, "There are still two months until the day of the battle. Time is tight, so I need to go into seclusion immediately. I'll leave the clan's matters to you. If the Qincang disciples come to attack, you can retreat for the time being and ignore them. We'll discuss everything after I come out of seclusion."
The middle-aged Daoist bowed and said, "I understand."
Two months passed by quickly. Under the pressure of the Qincang school disciples, Yuyuan's tribe had no choice but to abandon their defenses on the shore and retreat into the depths of the Jin River.
The Qincang disciples did not let them off easily. They set up a restrictive formation on Shousui Mountain, less than three hundred miles away from the Jin River. Wei Zihong's dharmic carriage was also moved here from Gutui Mountain, leaving only a hundred or so disciples behind to guard it.
At this time, Wei Zihong brought a few disciples to the peak of the mountain and looked down at the scenery below.
A long-bearded Daoist beside him pointed at the surging river and said, "Spiritual Master Wei, please take a look. This is the Jin River, one of the three great rivers in the south of the Northern Darkstar Continent. It's said that in ancient times, it was connected to the abyssal waters. Thus, the demon tribes that live here all have the word 'abyssal' in their names."
This Daoist's name was Wang Xu, and he was a half-human, half-demon. When he was young, he had once worked as a cauldron boy for an alchemist. Relying on his innate intelligence, he had learned quite a few alchemy techniques. After that alchemist died, he came out to walk around, but he didn't expect to be treated as an esteemed guest by many tribes. Thus, he was very familiar with the geography of the mountains, rivers, and various demon tribes.
After Yuyuan tribe showed signs of swallowing the surrounding tribes, he was afraid of being blamed by the eight tribes. Thus, he used the excuse of traveling far away and built a hut in the mountains. When Zhao Chong came to visit, he met this person by chance. He felt that this person was familiar and very useful, so he introduced him to Wei Zihong.
Wei Zihong's gaze swept back and forth over the river. He asked the disciple beside him, "Has there been any movement these days?"
The disciple replied, "Reporting to Spiritual Master. Yuyuan tribe has not made a move yet. "
Wei Zihong said solemnly, "Don't be careless. Tomorrow is the day of the battle. Master is about to make his move as well. There can't be any accidents. All of you must be extra careful. "
The disciple hurriedly acknowledged.
Wei Zihong turned and said, "Daoist Wang. You once said that Zhu Bogao has the temperament of an ambitious and ruthless person. Now, he has retreated again and again. In your opinion, is there some kind of crafty scheme? "
Wang Xu bowed slightly and said, "Zhu Bogao's conduct in the past can be considered dignified. He rarely resorts to crafty schemes. In this humble Daoist's opinion, he must be hoping to fight with Spiritual Master Zhang to prevent his tribe from being harmed for no reason. "
Wei Zihong said, "You previously said that Yuyuan tribe only has a little over ten thousand people. The rest are made up of the Jin River's water tribes. Could this Zhu Bogao be making a feint? On the surface, he's issuing a letter of challenge, but in the dark, he's fleeing with his own tribe?"
Wang Xu shook his head repeatedly and said, "Spiritual Master Wei, that's definitely not the case. Only the wild demons of the Eastern Sea with no foundation would do such a thing. In the North Darkstar Continent, all the great demons are the royal generals of the tribe. When they rise to power, they must make an oath with the tribe, stating that they are one. The royal general will receive the support of the tribe, and the tribe will be sheltered under their wings. If the two are separated, neither can survive. That's why every time the demon tribes invade Dong Hua, they all come with their entire tribe, without exception."
Wei Zihong nodded and said, "So that's how it is. Wang Xu, you contributed a lot to the successful annihilation of hundreds of demon tribes. Once we're done with this Yuyuan tribe, I'll ask my teacher for credit and get you the title of Jin River's Chief Supervisor."
Hearing this, Wang Xu immediately became excited. He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Spiritual Master Wei. Thank you, Spiritual Master Wei."
The technique he was currently practicing was still the shallow breathing technique that the Daoist had passed down. After opening his meridians, there was no hope for him to make any progress.
But with the title of Jin River's Chief Supervisor, he could be taught Qi path Xuan skills. Not only that, this position could be passed down for generations. In the future, if his nephew was talented, he could even be sent to the Qincang sect to cultivate. How could he not be overjoyed?
Wei Zihong smiled. Just as he was about to let him get up, he suddenly felt something. He turned his head and looked down. He saw that the Jin River seemed to be boiling. The sky was dark and the ground was dark. There was a thick fog everywhere. There was a loud whistling sound that shook the eardrums. The Forbidden Formation on Hui Mountain was actually formed by Talisman. It was like candlelight being blown by the wind, flickering and flickering.
Seeing such a change, many of the Qincang disciples who were out for the first time had a change in expression.
Wei Zihong's expression was still calm. He squinted his eyes and a divine eye in the middle of his forehead suddenly opened. A ray of golden light shone out and through the thick fog, he could see a few hundred miles away.
On the Jin River, a demonic wind was blowing. There were at least a million demonic cultivators gathered in one place. They slowly moved forward with a momentum that could crush mountains and destroy cities. In the middle, there was a huge ship that was pulled by over a hundred white haired water apes. On the ship stood a Daoist with his hands clasped behind his back. He seemed to have noticed that Wei Zihong was looking at him. He turned his head and smiled. With a wave of his sleeve, the scenery was covered again.
Wei Zihong closed the divine eye on his forehead and took a step back. His expression was solemn as he thought, These demonic cultivators can actually form a formation with a million troops? If it wasn't for the guidance of an expert, it would be impossible! Master is right. If we don't get rid of them soon, they will become a huge threat to our Qincang. We must get rid of them before we can.
He was slightly worried. If a million demonic cultivators attacked together, he was confident that he could deal with them. But if they formed a formation, even if he called Han Wangke and the other two behind him, they might not be able to stop them. Could it be that he had to abandon this place and retreat back to Mt. Gusi?
Just as he was thinking, a dragon's roar was heard from the clouds. Wei Zihong's expression changed. He looked up and said excitedly, "It's master!"
The disciples of Feng Cang hurriedly looked up and saw a strong wind suddenly swirling in the sky. The dark clouds surrounding the Shou Nian Mountain immediately opened up a large gap, and the sunlight shone down. A pair of Dark Flood Dragons emerged from the dark clouds with a three-storied pagoda behind them. Then, they swung their tails and rushed down, dragging a three-storied pagoda behind them. Thousands of beams of light followed closely behind them, flying down together like rainbows and sprinkling starlight on the ground!
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