Professionals of the Starry Skies - Chapter 605

Chapter 605: Dao Foundation

Chapter 605:
Yangshen Zhenjun in the later stage of Taoism is the final foundation of the ten major sects of good and evil.

Moreover, they can live for a thousand years, and will never fight for life or death unless absolutely necessary.

Even when Qingmuling was facing a life-and-death crisis, its leader Yangshen Zhenjun was still unwilling to fight with his peers and was only prepared to decide the sect’s future by betting.

At this time, the results came out, and Qingmuling was successfully elected as the weakest of the ten sects and would face the life-and-death disaster of the Killing Sect.

This is the covenant signed by the ten major sects in the Outer Land, including the Driving Corpse Sect, Blood Shadow Sect, Haoyang Sect, Feixian Palace, Qingmuling, and Feijian Sect, in the Upper Temple – to maintain the title of the ten major sects, and once a sect is driven out of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the weakest sect will be replaced by the flesh of the tiger!
This is actually a tacit understanding that the sect that can hold on until this time is inherently much stronger than the ten major sects in the Outer Land!

Once they become the new top ten factions, they will sign a new alliance, and the cycle will continue.

If the external forces disobey our orders and expand wantonly, then the ten major factions will unite to encircle and suppress them!

Old Ghost Qingmu knew that if he didn’t agree now, he couldn’t pass this hurdle now, not to mention whether he could pass it in the future.

And considering the crazy behavior of the Killing Cult, they might not even move to a remote place.

Even after moving here, they would definitely hope for an all-out war rather than annexing the Qingmuling family.

“This round, I lost.”

As Qingmu Laogui admitted defeat, the battle situation in Qingmuling underwent strange changes.

The paper house cave and the theater began to retreat slowly, and the Taoist monks of the Blood Shadow Sect did the same.

They returned almost fully loaded with the spoils of killing and looting.

Of course, there are also unlucky people who lost their lives here.

Almost all the survivors of Qingmuling were injured and looked at all this in astonishment… There was more or less confusion in their eyes.

In the east, the sky is bright.

Rays of morning light break through the dawn and fall on Qingyu Garden.

“Thank you for healing me, brother…”

Fei Yong looked a little pale, but he looked fine: “Did we… win?”

“We didn’t win, the Blood Shadow Sect just retreated.”

Fang Xing shook his head: “When the Killing Sect arrives in the future, I’m afraid that will be the real test.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the surviving disciples turned pale as paper.

…

A few days later.

The entire Qingmuling was still in the state of licking its wounds after the war, and the overall atmosphere was very depressing.

Even in Qingyu Garden, most of the disciples died in this battle. This situation is actually quite good in the entire Qingmuling.

There was a sense of low pressure in the air, as if it was a collective scene of the monks’ confusion about their future.

Inside the tree house.

“Finally…it worked!”

Fang Xing clasped his hands together and a green Ganoderma lucidum suddenly appeared around him.

The fragrance all around brought a new vitality to his body.

“My mana recovery speed is at least five times faster than before… This is especially true for my injury recovery.”

“Is this the fake magical power of ‘Rou Tai Sui’?”

Fang Xing opened his eyes and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

When the pseudo-magical power of ‘Rou Tai Sui’ was condensed, the magic power in his body instantly broke through a bottleneck and reached the later stage of Dao foundation!

“It seems that there is only one small realm difference between the late Dao Foundation Realm and the middle Dao Foundation Realm, but in fact, it can beat at least three or four middle Dao Foundation Realms…”

“After all, this is the difference between two pseudo-divine powers and one.”

“Of course, after becoming a Yin Shen Zhenren, the difference between real supernatural powers and fake supernatural powers… the difference in strength is even greater!”

Fang Xing smiled slightly and continued to practice.

This day.

In the tree house, he reached out and caught a paper crane.

A voice came from the paper crane, asking him to go to the ancestral hall.

Fang Xing thought about it, then obediently put on a green long gown of the Qingmuling Dharma robe, and rode a beam of light to the Patriarch’s Hall.

The ancestral hall was magnificent, but some of the buildings were in ruins, which was enough to show the damage that the Blood Shadow Sect had inflicted on Qingmuling that night.

“Junior Brother Fang… ahem… you’re here too.”

A voice was heard, Fang Xing looked over and saw Senior Brother Fei being supported by Senior Sister Hong.

But at this time, Senior Brother Fei’s black hair had turned gray, and he looked like he was about to die.

“Brother Fei…what are you doing?”

Fang Xing showed a surprised expression on his face.

“I was besieged by demonic monsters, so I had to use a ‘Mad Demon Life-stealing Pill’ to forcibly stimulate my magical powers… I’m lucky to be able to survive.”

Fei Changnong still feels a little scared when he thinks of that night.

Even though he ignored his lifespan and frantically took d*rugs to increase his combat power, he still nearly died when facing several great masters in the late Dao foundation realm.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, for some reason all the demons retreated.

Otherwise, he would definitely lose his life.

“No matter what, it’s good to be alive.”

Fang Xing sighed.

Senior Sister Hong greeted Fang Xing a few more times, and after learning about Qing Yu Garden’s situation, she couldn’t help but feel sad:

‘What is this? A mad man has good fortune?’

“This junior brother Fang practices the art of origami and has the fighting power of the late Dao foundation realm. Unfortunately, Qingyuyuan is poor and arrogant… and suffered very little loss in this catastrophe…”

“We have been trying to preserve our health and lives, cherishing our longevity and seeking happiness… but in the end, we are in a mess… Is this fate?”

Fang Xing had no idea that Senior Sister Hong had so many thoughts in her mind.

He and Fei Changnong walked into the Patriarch’s Hall and saw less than fifty Taoist monks sitting on the cushions.

This was not the case when he first joined the sect, when there were still a large number of Taoist monks in seclusion or on missions outside.

“There are less than fifty Daoists left in the entire Qingmu Ridge?”

Fang Xing took a quick glance and found that many Taoist monks looked pale and seriously injured. Many of them had broken limbs and were still seriously injured.

In front of the many bright yellow cushions were three green jade cushions, on which three Yin Shen Zhenren were sitting cross-legged, also looking worried.

This atmosphere is more serious than the injury!

“That’s right… We are not stupid. We know that the Blood Shadow Sect suddenly retreated. It can’t be that our Yangshen Zhenjun directly defeated the Blood Shadow Sect’s ancestor. It is likely that Qing Muling admitted defeat…”

“We have escaped this time, but next time the killing sect comes, we will kill everyone.”

“If it were someone smarter, he would have already fled to the rebel sect, right?”

Fang Xing complained in his heart and randomly found an apricot-yellow cushion at the back to sit down.

Not long after, his expression became stern.

The druid’s enhanced natural perception after several promotions made him feel that a huge thought was approaching rapidly.

Its aura was like the scorching sun, instantly enveloping the ancestral hall.

“Greetings, ancestor!”

On the green jade cushion in front, three Yin Shen Zhenren stood up and bowed respectfully towards the front.

Other Taoist monks hurriedly followed.

After following the popular ceremony, Fang Xing caught a glimpse of an old man in a green robe, with his hands hanging below his knees, his face unkempt, and his eyebrows and beard matted.

“Is this the Yangshen Zhenjun of Qingmu Ridge? The Qingmu Patriarch?”

“It is said that Yangshen Zhenjun can live for a thousand years… that’s not bad.”

Fang Xing complained in his heart, and then he saw Patriarch Qingmu wave his hand and throw out two Taoist monks: “Forget it… I just scanned Qingmu Ridge with my divine sense and found that these two people faked their death and escaped, and they also wanted to defect from the sect. According to the sect rules, how should they be dealt with?”

“Treason is the greatest crime, he deserves death!”

A handsome man named Yinshen, carrying a peach wood sword on his back, spoke coldly.

Fang Xing interrogated Fei Changqing and found out that this man was the number one Yin God in Qingmuling – Qing Yuzi.

“Yes, in troubled times, severe punishments are needed.”

Patriarch Qingmu sneered and casually ejected two flower seeds.

When the flower seeds fell on the monk’s body, they immediately penetrated into his flesh and blood, taking root and sprouting.

Not long after, it emerged from its seven orifices.

The two Taoist monks were not dead, but their bodies were shaking and they could not move, and they seemed to be in great pain.

All the Taoists present, especially the monks from Shennong Hall, were horrified when they saw this scene.

“The Art of Medicine Man!”

Fei Changnong murmured and turned his head away, seeming to be quite familiar with these two people.

Fang Xing understood.

This ‘art of making medicine’ is to use the cultivators as fields to grow exotic and magical medicines.

The monks who have the elixir planted in them will not even die, but they will have to constantly feel the pain of their bones being slowly crushed by the roots of the plants, their limbs being eroded, and their dantian center blooming. They are unable to move, which is simply more painful than death.

“Take him away.”

Patriarch Qingmu had the two medicine men carried down, and glanced at the cultivators present with a turbid gaze: “In this battle, everyone who stayed has made contributions. All the sect’s warehouses are open to reward them!”

“In addition…regarding the matter of the Killing Sect, you don’t need to panic too much. The ancestor has already made a perfect plan.”

After the intimidation, Patriarch Qingmu began to appease the enemy.

When he finished his lecture, he flicked his sleeves and instantly turned into green light filling the hall and disappeared without a trace.

“Everyone…”

Qing Yuzi’s face was indifferent, and he took out a golden book: “Here is the war merit book… If you want to exchange it, you can come to the Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil Hall to find me.”

“This is the exchange list.”

Another female Yinshen Zhenren raised her hand, and a jade book flew out and slowly unfolded.

Looking at the rare and precious objects, magical skills and magic…

Except for Fang Xing who remained silent, Fei Changnong and other Daoist monks looked at each other and had the same thought in their minds: “Is the sect not going to be over?”

Fang Xing took a quick glance and saw many secret diagrams of magical powers, powerful magical instruments, and even Dao-based pills and spiritual objects…

“Of course, the sect has stocks of this basic elixir, and there are also special spiritual medicine fields… We just use rotation farming to ensure that we can refine several furnaces in a decade, and the cycle continues…”

‘But now, apparently, that’s all ignored.’

“Isn’t this to enhance the sect’s strength, but also to prevent the foundation from being left to outsiders?”

Fang Xing took a quick glance and saw that there was another item at the top of the exchange list, which made Fei Changnong next to him breathe heavier.

“The magical pill film is a rare treasure of heaven and earth. If a cultivator at the later stage of the Dao Foundation can refine and comprehend it, he or she can obtain the wonders of magical creation. There is a 20% to 30% chance of condensing true magical power and ascending to the Yin God Real Person!”

Fang Xing read the introduction and his eyes flashed.

Outsiders think that he is at the middle stage of Taoism and has not much time left, so there is no hope for him to be promoted.

In fact, he has already reached the late stage of Dao foundation.

Next, we should consider how to break through Yin Shen Zhenren.

“It’s a good thing, but I don’t have enough military merits…”

Fang Xing’s military achievements, even if he counted the several Taoist monks he killed at Poison Dragon Slope, would definitely not be enough to exchange for this “Magic Pill Film”.

(End of this chapter)