Xuanzong, on the Taoist field.
A Xuanzong Dongxuan Elder replaced Miao Yuanzi and preached to the tens of thousands of cultivators in the field. Most of what he talked about was the foundation of cultivation. At this moment, some people in the field were seriously comprehending, while others were still curious about the result of the incident just now.
Although Xuanzong was powerful, Fu-lu School was also one of the six Taoist sects. They wondered if Xuanzong would disregard the brotherhood of the sect for an inner disciple.
Soon, Qing Yunzi, Qing Songzi, Qing Xuanzi, and several other fourth generation disciples returned to the field from the Taoist Palace above.
Then, a stream of light flashed and Miao Yuanzi floated in the air. He looked at the crowd and said lightly, "What happened just now was a misunderstanding. Now that it has been clarified, there is no need to think too much."
Although Miao Yuanzi said so, there were more than ten thousand people in the field, and there was no lack of clever people. How could they not know the deeper meaning of his words?
If it was really a misunderstanding, the senior from Fu-lu School would have appeared with him at this moment, but he was alone at this moment. It seemed that Xuanzong chose to protect the disciples of his sect for the sake of face, and did not care about the feelings of Fu-lu School at all.
Even if they felt that this was not a good move, Xuanzong undoubtedly had the strength to do so.
In the world of cultivation, strength was everything.
Without strength, there was no right to reason. This was the sorrow of weak forces, but they did not expect that the powerful Fu-lu School would have such a day.
As the number one Taoist sect, Xuanzong had strength above all in the world of cultivation.
Everything included the other five sects.
In the field, no one blamed Xuanzong, and few people sympathized with Fu-lu School, because this was the rule of the world of cultivation.
At this time, in the market, the cultivators who did not go to listen to the preaching were almost crazy.
The Fu Lu Pavilion had just released the news that they would sell Fu-lu books below the Heaven Rank for free. They did not need Spiritual Jades, and as long as they provided materials for writing talismans, the Fu Lu Pavilion would write talismans for them for free. The Yellow Rank Fu-lu Pavilion provided one portion of Talisman Fluid, two portions of Profound Rank, and four portions of Earth Rank. The Fu Lu School would then write corresponding talismans for them.
Everyone knew that the higher the level of the Fu-lu, the lower the success rate of forming a talisman. If one went to any sect or family that was good at Fu-lu and asked for an Earth Rank Fu-lu, which one of them would not ask for more than ten portions of spiritual liquid and a large amount of spiritual jades? As long as they asked for four portions of spiritual liquid, they would be guaranteed an Earth Rank Fu-lu. What was the difference between this and giving them for free?
No, this wasn't a free gift. This was simply Fu-lu School making a loss.
The only troublesome thing was that they could only register now. The Fu-lu had to be collected in three months at the Fu Lu Pavilion in Shen 'du, Great Zhou.
No one suspected anything fishy, because the Fu Lu Pavilion did not want their Talisman Fluid or their Spiritual Jades. They only needed to register here, and then three months later, bring their Talisman Fluid or Spiritual Jades converted from Talisman Fluid to Shen 'du, Great Zhou. The Fu Lu School would then fulfill its promise.
As a great sect with a thousand years of history, the Fu Lu School's reputation was not to be doubted. Although the process was a bit troublesome, the return was huge.
For a time, there was a long line at the entrance of the Fu Lu Pavilion. In the market square, no matter if it was the shops on the street or the small stalls in the square, there was not a single customer. Many stall owners and shopkeepers had already packed up their stalls and shops and formed a long line at the entrance of the Fu Lu Pavilion.
Inside the Fu Lu Pavilion, the disciples and the cultivators who had come at the last minute were furiously writing down the information of the people who had ordered the Fu-lu. Ma Feng maintained the discipline of the crowd. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damned Xuanzong, I'm not giving you a single piece of Spiritual Jade!"
The cultivators in the line outside all had Dharma Sound Transmission Artifacts and were constantly communicating.
"Second Uncle, hurry up and close the shop. Come to the Fu Lu Pavilion …"
"Father, hurry up and prepare some Spiritual Medicine and Spiritual Jades. We're going to Shen 'du, Great Zhou right now …"
"Old Ma, are you at the training hall? Don't listen. Why are you still listening to such useless things at a time like this? Hurry up and come to the Fu Lu Pavilion. There's a big bargain. Don't blame me for not reminding you if you're late …"
…
In the Xuanzong Training Hall, Miao Yuanzi was preaching. At some point in time, cultivators began to leave one after another.
In the past, when he preached, this kind of situation would occur, but it was never on such a scale.
Some of them left in a hurry after receiving the message from the Dharma Sound Transmission Artifact. Some saw the people around them leave and also left after asking. When nearly a thousand people left inexplicably, some Xuanzong disciples went to investigate and finally found the source of this matter.
On the celestial mountain floating at the highest point of the sea, a Xuanzong elder said to Miao Yuanzi, "Sect Master, the Fu Lu School's actions have broken the rules of the market. We can't allow them to continue like this!"
Miao Yuanzi felt guilty in his heart. When he heard this, he only waved his hand and said, "Let them be."
The elder frowned slightly. "But Sect Master, this goes against the rules set by me, Xuanzong."
Miao Yuanzi glanced at him and said, "I said, don't interfere in this matter."
The elder looked up at him and slowly retreated. After leaving the Taoist Palace, he flew to another mountain.
In the Taoist Palace, Taoist Master Miao Dun looked at Miao Yuanzi and asked, "Senior Brother, don't you think that Xuanzong has changed and is no longer the Xuanzong of the past?"
Miao Yuanzi looked in the direction that the elder disappeared and sighed. In the end, he was indifferent and speechless.
Not long after, accompanied by two elders, Daoist Cheng Zi flew out of the mountain and went straight to the market below.
His face was gloomy and he said in a low voice, "It seems that the Fu Lu School really doesn't take Xuanzong seriously these years. Since that's the case, I'll teach this arrogant disciple a lesson on behalf of Fu Daozi …"
On the third floor of the Fu Lu Pavilion.
There was an hourglass on the table in front of Li Mu. It was the hourglass that he used to keep track of time when refining pills. At this moment, the sand in the hourglass was almost gone and there was only a small handful left.
Before the sand was completely gone, a powerful aura suddenly came from the top of the Fu Lu Pavilion.
It was the aura of Xuanzong's Grand Elder, Daoist Cheng Zi.
Daoist Cheng Zi's figure flew from above and he said angrily, "Junior of the Fu Lu School, you've repeatedly challenged my, Xuanzong's, bottom line today. I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Fu Daozi!"
The voice of Xuanzong's Grand Elder reverberated in the market and into the ears of countless cultivators.
At this moment, everyone's impression of the Fu Lu School had improved greatly. Xuanzong's behavior just now was extremely immoral, and now it was even more outrageous. A Grand Elder of a sect with a cultivation of the Seventh Realm was bullying a Fifth Realm junior. How could such behavior be done by a fellow Daoist?
Just as the surrounding cultivators began to sympathize with the young man from the Fu Lu School, on the third floor of the Fu Lu Pavilion, Li Mu looked at the remaining sand in the hourglass and took a step forward. He was already outside the Fu Lu Pavilion.
He looked directly at Daoist Cheng Zi and said coldly, "Xuanzong, you shameless old man. Do you think you're qualified to teach me a lesson on behalf of my master?"
There was a long line of cultivators at the entrance of the Fu Lu Pavilion. When Li Mu's voice rang out, the noisy market instantly fell silent.
If Xuanzong scolded their Grand Elder like this, the Fu Lu School would probably completely fall out with Xuanzong this time.
Although this sentence pleased many cultivators, they also knew that this young man's fate would probably be very miserable. After all, there was an insurmountable gap between their cultivation levels.
Daoist Cheng Zi also did not expect this young man to be so presumptuous. His face instantly darkened. In the void, an invisible hand grabbed at Li Mu.
It was the same Divine Power that Miao Yuanzi had used, but its power was completely different.
Li Mu felt that his body was trapped by the Power of Heaven and Earth and could not move at all. Even the ordinary Dongxuan could only watch as the giant hand grabbed at him, let alone the Creation Realm cultivators.
This reminded Li Mu of the first time he met the Lord of Illusions.
However, he was no longer the weak cultivator with Divine Power that he used to be.
Li Mu used his mind to disperse the Power of Heaven and Earth around him. The Law Bell flew out of his body and merged with Li Mu's body. At the same time, a Fu-lu talisman appeared in Li Mu's hand.
He used his Dharmic powers to activate the talisman. The Fu-lu burned, and the shadow of a woman walked out of the Fu-lu. She exuded the aura of a Sixth Realm cultivator.
Below, the crowd exclaimed in surprise.
"He's actually planning to resist!"
"This aura … Is this a Heaven-grade Golden Armor Divine Army Talisman? It seems a little different …"
"Even a Heaven-grade Divine Army Talisman is useless. A Sixth Realm cultivator is no threat to Elder Dao Cheng Zi …"
…
To everyone's surprise, the shadow of the woman who walked out of the Fu-lu didn't attack Dao Cheng Zi. Instead, she merged with the young man from the Fu-lu School, causing his aura to rise to the Sixth Realm in an instant.
The invisible giant hand was already reaching for him. Li Mu didn't dodge. The bell shadow on his body flashed, and the giant hand collapsed. The bell shadow also collapsed and dissipated.
He knew very well that the Empress' Divine Avatar wouldn't exist in his body for long. Before Dao Cheng Zi could do anything else, he had already launched an attack.
He used his mind to control the power of heaven and earth. Wind and thunder intertwined around Dao Cheng Zi. The Sixth Realm elders of the Black Sect who had rushed over after hearing the commotion felt a chill in their hearts when they saw the wind and thunder. This was definitely a supernatural power that only a Sixth Realm cultivator could use.
Dao Cheng Zi stood where he was and looked at Li Mu indifferently.
A protective shield appeared around his body, blocking the astral wind and lightning outside his body.
The next moment, dark clouds suddenly gathered above his head. Wind mixed with black raindrops fell, and the shield around Dao Cheng Zi's body started to thin rapidly.
"The Dragon Clan's Call the Wind and Summon the Rain …"
A hint of shock flashed across his eyes. Outsiders might not know, but he knew better than anyone else that the power of these spells was comparable to that of the most powerful cultivators in Dongxuan.
Of course, this was far from enough for him.
He floated in the air and only maintained the shield. He didn't do anything else.
Even with his status and position, he had failed to capture a fifth level junior personally. If he were to make a move again, even he would lose face.
When he used all his trump cards and completely understood that the gap between the two realms couldn't be closed no matter what he did, he would realize how laughable he was.
He would become a joke, a joke who overestimated himself and was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Countless elders from Xuanzong had already flown out. They floated quietly outside, and no one intervened.
If they had to intervene in the battle between the Grand Elder and the junior from Fu-lu School, after this exchange, Xuanzong would also become the biggest joke in Zuzhou. However, they looked at Li Mu with fear that shouldn't exist.
The disciples of the Qing generation looked at the battle in the sky. Instead of fear, they were shocked and terrified.
This person was only the same age as them, but he could already fight the Grand Elder. Even if he lost in the end, no one had the right to laugh at him.
In the sky, Li Mu didn't have time to pay attention to the discussions below. Without a doubt, without relying on the Empress or the Demonic Corpse, Dao Cheng Zi was the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered.
His most powerful attack couldn't even break through the defense set up by Dao Cheng Zi.
There seemed to be a natural barrier between the two of them. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cross it.
If he couldn't fight head-on, he could only use his wits.
Li Mu took a deep breath. His Qingxuan Sword flew out instantly, turning into sword shadows that filled the sky, and attacked Dao Cheng Zi.
Tens of thousands of swords flew out. A Sixth Realm elder from Xuanzong narrowed his eyes. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "What a powerful Daoist technique. With this technique, he can probably fight Dongxuan as a Creation and transcend as a Dongxuan. With his current cultivation level, not many people in Xuanzong can take this technique head-on …"
Jadesun floated in the distance and murmured, "This Daoist technique has probably touched the edge of the Seventh Realm. In other words, if we really fight, we won't be his match at all …"
Dao Cheng Zi's expression was still calm as he looked at the sword shadows that filled the sky. However, a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes.
He strengthened the shield outside his body. The sword shadows crashed into the shield and collapsed one after another. However, the Dharmic power shield also thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye before finally dissipating.
However, there were only a few sword shadows left. Dao Cheng Zi's Dharmic power swept out. He stared at Li Mu indifferently and said, "Junior, what other skills do you have? Show them all …"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes narrowed.
The last few sword shadows collapsed under the sweep of his Dharmic power. However, there was still an illusory sword that didn't slow down. It pierced through his forehead at a speed that couldn't be dodged.
The small sword pierced through his forehead. Dao Cheng Zi's body wasn't injured at all, but his Primordial Spirit was instantly injured.
Under the gaze of countless Ancestral State cultivators, Xuanzong disciples, and elders, their Grand Supreme Elder spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura instantly weakened by half.
He was injured!
He was injured at the hands of a Seventh Realm junior!
Countless people were shocked. Their faces were filled with disbelief. A Seventh Realm Transcendent expert was injured by a Fifth Realm cultivator?
Outside the Fu-lu Pavilion, the Fu-lu School disciples' breathing quickened. Their bodies trembled as they stared at the figure floating in the air. This was their Martial Uncle and Martial Granduncle. This was the integrity of the Fu-lu School!
Two streams of tears slowly fell from Xiao Bai's limpid eyes. Unlike the Fu-lu School disciples, her eyes were filled with affection as she looked at the figure.
In the air, Li Mu's face was pale. He imitated Dao Cheng Zi's tone and said indifferently, "Old thing, you're still pretending?"
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