As one with his spirit, his spirit intertwined and bound together, Hong Yi felt as though he had become a real god. His body was incomparably huge as he stood between heaven and earth, looking down on all life.
The feeling of his strength suddenly increasing rose in Hong Yi's heart.
This feeling of power gave him the urge to immediately turn back to Yujing City, charge into Marquis Wu Wen's residence, kill Madam Zhao, and interrogate Hong Xuanji.
However, he resisted the urge. He knew that this power was not his own, but borrowed from the Celestial Peach Sword's spiritual power.
Trees had spirits. To be able to withstand lightning strikes without their spirits dispersing meant that they had become gods. Although they could not compare to the true Yang Spirit of Daoism, they were on par with ghostly immortals!
Hong Yi's soul was now borrowed from the spirit of the tree. In other words, within the Celestial Peach Sword, his spiritual power was on par with the powerful ghostly immortals! Only the spirit of the tree could be so pure, without a single stray thought. It could allow one's thoughts to fuse and borrow its immense power!
"The spiritual power of a ghostly immortal is only so-so!"
With a thought, Hong Yi's spiritual power flew out of the Celestial Peach Sword. Instantly, a feeling of weakness filled his thoughts.
It felt as if he was an elephant a moment ago, and an ant the next moment.
It was extremely depressing, and could even cause one's heart to turn to ash. This was because no one could withstand such a sudden drop in power.
"I see, I see! When the Yin Spirit enters the sword, it can borrow the immense spiritual power of the Celestial Peach Sword. However, the spirit of the sword is one with the sword and cannot be separated. It cannot be taken out. "
Hong Yi instantly understood.
The immense spiritual power of the Celestial Peach Sword could only be borrowed by entering the sword. It could not be taken out.
Otherwise, as long as any Daoist cultivator obtained this sword and fused their divine soul with this pure spirit, they would immediately become a peerless Daoist master at the level of Ghost Immortal.
"This is enough, it is enough." Hong Yi muttered, "After all, it's not your own power. It's already a great fortune to be able to borrow it. Don't try to reap it without sowing."
After understanding the power and origin of this divine sword, Hong Yi calmed his mind and sincerely worshiped this divine sword, just like a devout believer worshiping Buddha or a Daoist ancestor.
Gradually, during the process of worshipping, Hong Yi felt that there was a subtle connection between his thoughts and the sword. He knew that he had successfully refined it.
This was a method to ensure that the Divine Sword would not be snatched away by the enemy. In the Immortal Arts, it was also known as Blood Refining.
The sacrifice was to worship the Earth Sacrifice, to worship the sword, to leave his thoughts in the sword. Over time, his thoughts would grow deeper and deeper, becoming more and more one with the sword.
Although the blood-patterned steel needle that Hong Yi had used had been forcibly pinched by Zhao Feirong and forcibly squeezed out with the power of her Divine Soul, thus seizing the blood-patterned steel needle, Hong Yi would never believe that she still had the same ability when he was controlling the sword!
Because in the sword, his Divine Soul and the Spirit of the Peach God were combined, and he was a god! Even a ghost immortal with a high level of cultivation would not be able to force him away!
"It was the same for Zhao Feirong. It's a pity that she encountered the Explosive Flame Divine Rune Sword, and her Divine Soul in the sword exploded. The Explosive Flame Divine Rune Sword is too powerful. I have to be careful in the future! No wonder Zhen Kong Sect and Lifeless Sect used this thing to bomb Hong Xuanji! Indeed, if they had succeeded, even someone as powerful as Wu Sheng would have been annihilated. "
If not for the Explosive Flame Divine Rune Sword, no one would have been able to snatch away Zhao Feirong's Peach God Sword. That was why she had used it so boldly.
"This sword has boundless power! In the future, even if a Dao technique expert were to fight with me, the moment their swords collide, I would probably send them flying and shatter them! Daluo, Daluo, how much power have you accumulated over the years? "Hong Yi caressed the Jade Green Godly Sword on his knee as though he was caressing a sleeping child." I will rely on you to seek justice for me.
Yin Yang Peach Godly Sword. This name is not good. Let me rename it. If one's heart is not righteous, it is evil. If one is heartless, it is evil. If one's heart is not righteous, it is evil. If one is heartless, it is evil. If one's heart is not righteous, it is evil. If one is heartless, it is evil.
Hong Yi closed his eyes and sighed in his heart. Once again, he resisted the urge to return to Jade Capital to ask his father, Hong Xuanji.
He knew that with this sword, although his strength had increased greatly, it was not enough to seek justice for his mother. He still needed to continue accumulating strength and honing his Dao techniques and martial arts techniques.
"If I had Hakuziyue's mystique, that would be enough," Hong Yi muttered to himself.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside the courtyard.
"Hmm? Come in! "
When Hong Yi heard the knock, he raised his voice and said. Creak! The door to the courtyard was pushed open, and two men walked in. One of them had an imposing appearance, and his eyebrows were like a reclining silkworm, round yet not round, and square yet not square. The expression on his face did not change at all. Although he was wearing a simple green robe, one could still feel the aura of authority from him.
As for the other man, he was dressed in black. His back was slightly bent and he stood to the side. However, he did not look like a servant. Instead, he looked like an advisor.
"Brother Hong, this is our Inspector. I am his advisor. Today, the Inspector has specially come to see you."
Just as the two men walked into the courtyard, the man in black walked over quickly. When he saw Hong Yi, he immediately said this.
"What, Inspector?" Hong Yi was taken aback as well. He hurriedly stood up and looked at the reclining silkworm in the middle of the courtyard. The man in green robes was extremely dignified. He was clear that this man was Wu Yuansheng. He was in charge of the military and civil affairs of the province. He was a second rank official who held real power.
Wu Yuansheng's Inspector was named Hou Qingchen. He was also a genuine Jinshi. He had been assigned to be a County Magistrate. When Prince Yu led his troops to suppress the bandits, he had supplied them with rations and surveyed the map. He had done an outstanding job and had helped Wu Yuansheng get to where he was now.
"Hong Yi pays his respects to your excellency Hou!" Although he was taken aback, Hong Yi still regained his senses. He walked out and bowed deeply. Hong Yi was now a High Scholar. He could only address the County Magistrate as his brother. In front of a second rank official, he still had to bow.
"Why did Hou Qingchen come to see me personally? Although I have a letter from Prince Yu, the difference in our statuses is too great. He could have just sent a subordinate to see me. Why did he have to come to the relay station to see me in plain clothes? "
As Hong Yi bowed, his heart was filled with doubts.
"Brother Hong need not be so courteous. Firstly, I have come to see you in plain clothes. This is not a formal meeting. Secondly, we are both Wang Ye's men. There's no need to be so courteous." Hou Qingchen hurriedly raised his hand. When he saw Hong Yi straighten his back, he waved his hand. "Let's talk inside the house."
The three of them entered the house and sat down. Hou Qingchen did not wait for Hong Yi to speak. He asked, "Did little brother meet with an assassination attempt on your way here?"
"That's right." Hong Yi nodded his head.
"Who was it? Do you know? "Hou Qingchen continued to ask.
"It was a woman. She called herself the Daluo Zhao Feirong." Hong Yi's eyes flashed as he spoke the truth.
"Daluo, Zhao Feirong!" Hearing these two names, it was Hou Qingchen's turn to take a deep breath. His hands clenched the chair, making a cracking sound. He stared at Hong Yi, but a trace of doubt welled up in his heart. "Zhao Feirong. I have also heard of her. She is the most outstanding female disciple of the Daluo. She is a saintess who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the leaders of the world's Taoist sects."
"Lord Hou, don't be doubtful. I also have experts by my side. Moreover, I have some means to protect my life. No matter how powerful that demoness is, she did not put me in her eyes. But she still returned with considerable injuries!" Hong Yi immediately saw through the doubts in Hou Qingchen's heart.
"Good! Younger Brother's strength is indeed unfathomable. No wonder His Highness recommended you to the army to gain merit. Next year, when you come back with merit and become a Jinshi, we will become officials together. At that time, we will have to support each other. "
"Lord Hou, you flatter me." Hong Yi said modestly.
"Daluo, Daluo, hmph!" Hou Qingchen's face suddenly turned cold. He paused for a moment before snorting coldly at Hong Yi. "They have already secretly taken control of the thirteen provinces of Central Province. No matter what happens, as long as a Daluo Token is issued, countless people from the underworld will work for them! I am a provincial inspector located in the southern part of Central Province, at the border of seven southern provinces. It is especially difficult. Little Brother, do you understand? "
"Bang!" Hong Yi slammed his fist on the table, an ominous glint in his eyes. "Don't tell me those people from the underworld who have received instructions from the Daluo still dare to oppose the government? Do they want to stop Lord Hou's decree? Bandits do not fight with officials. Do they have the guts to do so? "
Seeing Hong Yi suddenly slam his fist on the table, an ominous glint in his eyes, Hou Qingchen was startled. Then, he nodded inwardly. "This boy is so impressive."
"Throughout the dynasties, no matter how much power was centralized, it was impossible for the government to control every corner of the people. There were always people from the underworld, the jianghu, and outsiders. This dynasty is still considered good. Twenty years ago, we exterminated the Daizen Temple, banned martial arts, and banned gangs. All of these can be considered to have strengthened the government's control! But now, that Daluo, with the support of the Crown Prince, has gradually become arrogant. He has even roped in some of the gentry in Central Province. His claws and teeth are extremely arrogant. Now, he has even blocked the roads and killed officials of the court! "
Hou Qingchen began to speak in detail, but his tone became colder and colder. Finally, his voice was filled with killing intent.
"Little Brother, are you interested in joining hands to do something big?"
"What big thing?" Hong Yi raised his head and looked at Hou Qingchen.
"Since that Daluo Holy Maiden Zhao Feirong intercepted Brother Hong and suffered serious injuries, she must be recuperating now. But I am sure that she has not left Wuyuan! Because there are many secret manors belonging to the Origin Immortal Sect in this province, I've long since dispatched people to keep an eye on them. As long as there is the slightest clue, I will immediately receive a report. Little brother, stay with me for a few days. Once I find out anything, immediately assist me in leading an army to exterminate the manor where the demoness is hiding! Capture that demoness alive! "
Hou Qingchen's words were filled with ruthlessness, decisiveness, and killing intent, showing the unyielding style of a provincial inspector.
"As expected of a character under Prince Yu, no wonder he can become a provincial inspector." Hong Yi immediately understood what Hou Qingchen wanted to do. He wanted to take this opportunity to capture Zhao Feirong and uproot the Daluo forces in Wu Yuansheng.
The Daluo was currently in the south, but in recent years, he had secretly extended his hands into Zhongzhou. He controlled the land and water of Zhongzhou, as well as the underworld. He also relied on the Crown Prince's influence to restrain the government.
"At present, in the court, the Crown Prince's influence is so great that even the Emperor is beginning to feel uneasy. He needs Prince He and Prince Yu to balance out the power. Anyone with a discerning eye can clearly see this point. In addition, the Emperor is afraid of the power of the common sects, underworld factions, and foreign powers. If Hou Qingchen captures Zhao Feirong and escorts her to the capital, with a memorial to the emperor, with witnesses and material evidence, he can beat the Daluo to the point where he will never be able to rise again. This will also gain the favor of the Emperor. You must know that the Emperor is eager to weaken the Daluo's strength to weaken the Crown Prince's. But first, he is hindered by the Crown Prince. Second, he is hindered by the fact that Hong Xuanji is from the Daluo. Third, he is hindered by the Daluo's meritorious service. Fourth, he has no excuse. There is no minister in the court who dares to touch the Daluo. If this Hou Qingchen makes a name for himself, his future is limitless. In the future, he may even become the governor of the thirteen provinces of Zhongzhou, or even a real feudal official. "
In his heart, he could guess what Hou Qingchen was thinking.
"For this important matter, of course I will assist Milord. Milord, feel free to investigate. We will wait in the relay station for two or three days. Once there is news, send someone to inform me. However, that Daluo's Zhao Feirong is unfathomable in terms of Taoist techniques and martial arts. If we fail to capture her, it will cause us endless trouble in the future." Hong Yi's memory of Zhao Feirong's supernatural powers was still fresh in his mind.
"Little Brother, you don't have to worry about this. As long as she is still in Wuyuan, I will naturally force her into a corner. Even if she turns into a mouse, it will be useless." Hou Qingchen stood up. "The Daluo is full of experts. As the Provincial Inspector, I will also have a few experts working for me. No matter how strong they are, I believe that they will not dare to brazenly attack the government!"
With that, Hou Qingchen nodded at Hong Yi, indicating that he should leave first. "Little Brother, there is no need to send me off. I heard that you were also injured today. Rest early. Zhao Feirong thinks that she is a peerless expert and underestimates the power of the government. I will definitely teach her a lesson that she will never forget."
"Capture Zhao Feirong!" After watching Hou Qingchen leave, Hong Yi caressed the Celestial Peach Sword that he had just named "Punisher". It was pressed under the pillow on the bed. "Zhao Feirong, since you wanted to use this sword to kill me, you did not expect that I would use this sword to capture you."
"Junior Sister, you are injured?"
"White Cloud Manor" Manor Lord Liu Baiyun was shocked when he saw the pale face of Zhao Feirong.
"Liu Baiyun, investigate for me whether Hong Yi and his group have entered the city. Keep an eye on their direction and arrange a quiet room for me. I need to recuperate. After two days, when my injuries are healed, I will personally retrieve the Yin Yang Peach Sword." Zhao Fei Zi Rong still looked as fair as before. Her clothes and accessories were not in the slightest bit disheveled.
"Junior Sister, you!!" Liu Baiyun exclaimed.
"Don't ask any unnecessary questions. Just do as I say. Hong Yi has already been killed by me. However, there is a slightly more troublesome person by his side." Zhao Feirong waved her hand.
"Okay." Liu Baiyun replied. "Men."
White Cloud Manor was a huge manor about 130 miles away from Wu Yuansheng. It was ten times larger than "Green Willow Manor". It was a rich landlord. The manor lord, Liu Baiyun, was a High Scholar. He was over 30 years old and studied martial arts. In the entire Wu Yuansheng, he was a famous aristocrat.
But no one knew that this manor lord was secretly an important figure in the thirteen provinces of the Central Continent. He secretly divided the spoils, and his income was several hundred thousand taels of silver.
At the same time, Liu Baiyun was one of Daluo's most outstanding disciples. He was also an important chess piece that Daluo had placed in Zhongzhou.
The entire White Cloud Manor was extremely wealthy. There were many experts hidden in the shadows. On the surface, there were hundreds of manor guards. Every year, they would go to the countryside to collect rent. There were also hundreds of accountants. It was a classic example of a rich landlord.
"I didn't expect that Hong Yi would have a Divine Talisman Sword made from Purple Thunder Gunpowder. Other than the mysterious Monogatari of the Supreme Path, there was only one person who could use the power of gunpowder to draw talismans. Among all the sects in the world, there were less than 20 people who could do this. Who was the person who made this weapon for him? However, he was truly ruthless enough to attempt to perish together with me. However, how could a small ant like him guess my divine ability? "
On the top of the mountain behind White Cloud Manor, there was an extremely quiet attic. The fragrance of red wood permeated the air. Standing on the top of the attic and opening the window, one could see dozens of miles away. This was the highest point!
And in every secret place on the mountain, there were hidden sentries, watchtowers, and experts guarding everywhere.
Zhao Feirong stood on top of the small building, silently manipulating her Divine Soul. At the same time, she took out a box carved from white jade from her bosom. Opening the box, there were nine earth incense sticks as thick as a finger and three inches long.
After lighting the incense, the smoke emitted was actually a faint green color. It was like the morning mist in the valley!
This was the "Soul Calming Incense". If an ordinary person smelled it, they would feel refreshed and their thoughts would be pure.
However, for cultivators, this "Soul Calming Incense" was the best spiritual medicine to restore the divine soul! This incense was the secret medicine of the Daizen Temple. After countless years and generations of monks who were proficient in medicine and Daoist techniques, it was refined.
Zhao Feirong lit three incense sticks. As she breathed in and out, there were faint specks of star-like light falling down from her body. They revolved around her body and gradually condensed into a starry ribbon. In the end, there were more and more of them. Like surging waves, the bright starlight surged like a tide.
"Primordial Spirit Starlight Body!"
Abruptly opening her eyes, Zhao Feirong's pale face had disappeared.
"It's time to retrieve the Celestial Peach Sword. That's one of the Seven Treasures of Luotian and Yue Shakes the Heavens. Its power is second only to the Spirit Splitting Talisman. After retrieving it, I will definitely worship it for 300 days. My heart will be in harmony with the Celestial Peach Sword. No one will be able to take it away." Zhao Feirong stood up, the corners of her lips curled up into a cold smile.
"Eh, what's that?"
Just as Zhao Feirong stood up, she saw banners fluttering in the wind. Armored soldiers were like scales, swords and spears were like a forest, and black horses were like dragons. They were charging towards them!
At the same time, there were similar armies coming from the other four sides.
Each side had at least a thousand soldiers. A total of four thousand soldiers were charging towards the White Cloud Manor! They had already surrounded it.
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