Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Zhongshengzhou.

Luojiang River.

This river is long and vast, flowing endlessly. It rises from the Jiuxing Mountains in the northwest of Zhongshengzhou, falls in the southeast, and passes diagonally through Zhongshengzhou.

There is a forest on the west side of Luojiang River. It is morning now and the forest and the river are shrouded in fog. If you accidentally enter it, you can hardly see your hand in front of you.

In this thick fog, there were two figures in Taoist robes sitting cross-legged in the depths of the forest, chatting casually.

"…Is it really that dangerous?"

Among the two, a young monk looked doubtful.

His attitude immediately caused the middle-aged monk opposite to glare at him:

"No, I saw it with my own eyes. After the two old palace masters of Yuanci Palace worked together to kill the Western King of Zhenwu Dao, his soul was annihilated, but his body was able to escape to the main formation on its own. If you were there, you would know the weirdness of this Zhenwu Daoist."

The young monk was surprised when he heard this:
"The soul is gone, but the body can still escape on its own? Is this true warrior capable of such a thing?"

The middle-aged man showed an expression of "Of course", shook his head and introduced:

"These true warriors are different from us. We practice Taoism, Taoist techniques, and the Great Dao, but they only train their own bodies. They only take a small part of the thousands of magic techniques and the Ten Thousand Great Daos, and they only do this one thing. That's why they can make rapid progress in a short period of time."

"Just like this Western King, he is a fifth-level true warrior, equivalent to our Divine Transformation cultivators, but he does not cultivate the Dao Realm, does not train the Yuan Shen, and only continues to train his physical body. Compared with physical cultivation, it is much more extreme, but it is also because of this that this physical body can have such a strange phenomenon."

The young monk's face looked more solemn.

The middle-aged man felt more comfortable, and then warned solemnly:
"I know that Brother Qian is very powerful and a master of the Wanxiang Sect. However, I, Old Yuan, have been here for more than 30 years. Since the True Warriors invaded the Yuanci Sea, I have been responsible for investigating the enemy situation at the front line. I have seen countless powerful Yuanyings fall to the hands of the True Warriors."

"If we take these True Warriors individually, there are indeed not many powerful ones. Except for the top-ranked Northern King, Western King, Southern King, etc., the others are not even as good as us casual cultivators. Many of those fifth-level True Warriors, such as the Left King and the Right King, have died in recent years. But they almost never act alone. Once they attack, they are like a huge crowd, with their numbers several times or even dozens of times ours... Who can stop them? No matter how powerful our cultivators are, they can't beat four hands with two fists, right?"

Upon hearing this, the young monk subconsciously covered his mouth with one hand, then nodded in approval.

I couldn't help asking:

"Brother Yuan, do you think that the three sects and one clan have decided to work together to drive the true warriors out of Zhongshengzhou in one fell swoop... is there any hope for this?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan couldn't help but reveal a hint of hesitation on his face.

But the young monk looked at him, thought for a moment, looked around, and whispered:

"Brother Qian Dao and I hit it off right away, so I'm just saying this, don't take it seriously!"

The young monk nodded quickly:

"Don't take it seriously. Don't take it seriously."

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan then lowered his voice and whispered:
"In my opinion, this is difficult!"

"Why?"

The young monk couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Haha, if you ask others about this, I'm afraid they really can't explain it clearly. However, after dealing with the True Warriors for such a long time, I have discovered a problem... These True Warriors are getting more and more as we fight!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan spoke in a serious tone.

The young monk couldn't help but frowned:
"Didn't they say that a lot of fifth-level True Warriors died? Without these top True Warriors, a bunch of third- and fourth-level True Warriors alone, no matter how many there are, should not be our opponents, right?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan just shook his head:
"Many died, but many new ones emerged as well!"

"I don't know if the people above have noticed that these true warriors are very strange. After every battle, if they don't die, their aura will obviously be much stronger when they are seen again after a while. It seems that fighting is an excellent way for them to strengthen their bodies."

"There is such a thing?!"

The young monk was startled, his expression changed slightly:

"Then why didn't you report this to the Yuanci Palace and the Three Sects and One Clan?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan spread his hands:
"I've said it before, but I don't know if the higher-ups take it seriously... But even if they do, there's nothing we can do. There are just too many of these True Warriors, and they keep coming. I heard that the Yuanci Palace organized several attempts to intercept the True Warriors' fleet at sea, but unfortunately the Hualongchi escorted them the entire way, so the effect was minimal... In my opinion, the right thing to do is to directly destroy their lair."

Hearing the other party's words, the young monk shook his head:

"We are even more short of manpower. We were ready to come here when the True Warriors first came to Zhongsheng Continent more than 30 years ago. Unfortunately, we don't know where the Original Demon Sect got the news from, and they frequently sent people to harass the border. It was not until a while ago that they killed many Demon Sect monks that things became more peaceful. How can we divide our forces between Huangji Continent and Jingyuan Continent..."

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was surprised to hear this:

"No wonder. I was wondering why I didn't see anyone from the three sects and one clan coming here. It was us, the independent cultivators, who came here to save our lives..."

The young monk looked a little embarrassed. Although what the other party said was unpleasant, it was indeed true.

Due to the involvement of the Original Demon Sect, the three sects and one clan did not dare to act rashly. They could only send a small number of sect personnel to sit in the middle and cooperate with the Yuanci Palace. At the same time, they used generous rewards to recruit independent cultivators to go to Zhongshengzhou and intercept the true warriors.

It cannot be said that there is no effect, it can only be said that it is better than nothing.

If it weren't for the fact that Palace Master Qin of Yuanci Palace became more and more proficient in the Yuanci Dao domain, making it impossible for the fifth-level Zhenwu to make any progress, and the two retired old Palace Masters also came out of seclusion together, leading a group of local mage families in Zhongshengzhou to resist the invasion of the Zhenwus and briefly divide the river with the Zhenwus, Zhongshengzhou would probably have changed hands by now.

But as far as he knew, over the past thirty years, as the number of True Warriors arriving in Zhongsheng Continent became increasingly alarming, the resistance of Yuanci Palace became increasingly weak. Considering that once Zhongsheng Continent was captured by the True Warriors, who would control three continents, the three sects and one family would not be able to escape defeat in the long run, after temporarily resolving the harassment of the Original Demon Sect, they had no choice but to take the risk and come here, hoping to win a quick victory and achieve success in one battle.

This is certainly not a good strategy, but for the Qin family and the three clans of Dajin, it is the only solution.

However, after hearing the young monk's explanation, the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was still not optimistic:

“Although I don’t know how many people from these three sects are coming this time, and how many of them are Divine Transformation ancestors… but how much strength can they display now?”

"There are so many true warriors, it can be said to be a huge number."

"The spiritual energy in Zhongshengzhou is also very thin. Even if we give it to the God-Transforming Ancestor to kill, how many can he kill?"

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

The young cultivator felt a little depressed when he heard this, but he was not as pessimistic as the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan. The Great Jin Dynasty had already mobilized all its forces, and the Wanxiang Sect had originally been secluded from the world, but this time they decided to take action personally, which shows their determination.

The sect leader even specially sent him to the front line to confirm the situation of the real warriors in order to formulate the next countermeasures.

In this case, even if the Zhenwus are numerous, the top ones are too weak, and Dajin is not without a chance of winning.

However, he did not tell these thoughts to the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan. Seeing that he was worried, he could only comfort him:
"Don't worry. Now that the three sects and one clan have arrived one after another, the situation will change. During this period of time, you just need to guard this place well to prevent the true warriors from attacking secretly. After that, everything will be safe..."

The young monk's voice suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he covered his mouth.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was puzzled:
"Brother Qian, what are you talking about? Is it safe?"

Then he saw the other party suddenly sit up and said in a hurry:
"I'm uneasy!"

"Go! Go! The real warriors are coming!!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was startled when he heard this and looked towards the opposite bank of the river in confusion.

Through the thick fog, he could vaguely see the lush green river bank, the dark and cold forts, and the magic-destroying crossbows on the fort battlements that were always aimed at the western bank of the river.

Suspicion immediately filled my mind. "He didn't come..."

However, the young monk did not hesitate, and directly used his magic power to forcibly wrap the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan. He lowered his body, stuck to the ground, and ran at a high speed towards the deeper part of the forest. At the same time, he took out a piece of Lingxi stone in his hand, injected magic power into it, and said urgently:
"The real warriors are coming!"

Then he simply put away the Lingxi Stone, without even raising his head, and ran away.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan felt his scalp tingling, and he shouted hurriedly:
"Brother Qian, if you don't want to live, don't drag me down! Lying about the war situation is a serious crime!"

The young monk didn't even have time to explain and his figure flashed past at high speed.

"You, you! I thought we were familiar with each other the first time we met, but you wanted to hurt me! I am blind..."

Before he finished speaking, the young monk suddenly stopped, held his breath, and spoke quickly:

"Shh!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan quickly closed his mouth subconsciously.

The next moment, in the misty fog, a series of figures with a faint trace of blood flew past quickly from not far away.

But he didn't notice their presence.

Seeing these familiar figures, the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was shocked:
"A real warrior?!"

"But...how did they pass through the formation outside without making any noise?!"

His eyes fell on the young monk, and then he reacted.

The other party actually noticed that a real warrior had sneaked in!
"How did he find out? Even I didn't notice it."

True warriors are good at hiding their presence, and even cultivators find it difficult to detect them. He had been honing his skills at the front line for many years before he developed a set of rules. However, this Taoist friend named Qian was at the front line for the first time, but he taught him a lesson directly.

"Is this what a disciple from a large sect is capable of?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

However, at this moment, the young monk suddenly grabbed him, and in front of the true warriors in front, he rose directly from the ground, quickly broke through the air and flew towards the main force of the monks in the west!
The middle-aged man named Yuan was so shocked that he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

But just as the two flew out of their original place, a figure landed slamming down where they had just been!

Blood and energy surged, the bushes and rocks all disappeared, and the fog was also swept away!

It was actually a skinny old man who was a real warrior with strong blood.

"catch him!"

Although he was an old man, he was full of energy. With a loud shout, all the fourth-level true warriors quickly chased after the young cultivator and the middle-aged man named Yuan!

This change also affected the entire river bank.

Wow!
The river surface, mountains, forests, mudflats, swamps... the fog in the sky was all dispersed by the figures of monks who broke through the air!

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan scanned the coast, but did not see any monks. His expression suddenly changed:

"Have all the guard posts along the route been taken down?!"

"Could it be... that the True Warriors are about to launch a massive attack?!"

But soon, he no longer had the heart to think about these things, his face changed drastically, and he raised his voice and shouted:

"Brother Qian, hurry up! Hurry up! There are so many real warriors!"

The young monk did not dare to hesitate at all and flew madly towards the camp of the monks in the distance.

The reason why the camp was far away from Luojiang River was to prevent surprise attacks by True Warriors and to retain a sufficiently wide hinterland.

This was originally a safe move, but now it has become a death warrant for both of them!

If you look down from the sky, you can see the True Warriors from all directions along the river, like grains of black sand, rushing towards the young cultivator and the middle-aged man named Yuan, like the shape of an hourglass.

"Why are they chasing us?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan quickly realized that something was wrong, and there was even a hint of cry in his voice.

The young monk said nothing and rushed forward with his head down.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was about to speak when he suddenly saw several figures in the distant sky, rapidly chasing after the two of them at a speed far exceeding that of the fourth-order true warriors around them!
The middle-aged man named Yuan was about to cry:
"The fifth-level true warrior... is King An! King Xin! King Ju..."

"Why are they chasing us too?"

boom!
An old man at the back was squatting slightly in the air, and then he jumped with all his might!
Almost in an instant, the blood surged like an arrow, and he arrived first and blocked the young monk!

His hair was grey and his skin was as thin as a bag of bones. However, his mouth was slightly upturned, which made him look ugly and scary.
"You run pretty fast...but I can't let you report it!"

The young monk narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he was nervous, he still asked in a deep voice:
"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was so frightened that he was shaking like a chaff, and he uttered two words with difficulty:
“…King of the North!”

The young monk was slightly startled:
"He is the King of the North?"

The man in front of him was so emaciated that he looked like a ghost. He might even be unable to breathe. But he didn't expect that he was actually one of the best Zhenwu warriors, except for the mysterious Zhenwu ancestor.

The withered old man grinned and stared at the young monk. Seeing no fear in his eyes, he said in a hoarse and low voice:

"Interesting, what's your name?"

The young monk secretly swallowed his saliva and said in a neither humble nor arrogant voice:

"My name is Qian Baimao, and I am Wan..."

The skinny old man said "Oh", as if he was too lazy to listen any more, and the blood energy in his body just pressed down!

Seeing the shock and anger in the young monk's eyes, he sneered:
"I've lived a long life, but my brains are all muddled!"

Right now.

Suddenly, alarm bells rang in the withered old man's mind!
With a startle in his heart, he quickly extended his senses to the surroundings, and realized that in the distance and in all directions, figures of cultivators were silently emerging from the void accompanied by formation patterns!

With Qian Baimao and him as the center, they were surrounded quietly!

The withered old man was shocked:

"No! How did they know we would launch a surprise attack at this time!?"

The blood has not yet been recovered.

Just now.

Suddenly, a sharp sword light flew out from Qian Baimao's body!
Stab straight at the withered old man's heart! (End of this chapter)