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Chapter 777: The Vision of the Lower-Level Monks
Qianjiang Road, Dalin Prefecture City.

This city has experienced all the vicissitudes of the world in the past thousand years. At first, the people here jumped back and forth between two extreme ideas because of the Zhenyang Mountain in the west and the magic of the Xia Dynasty.

Later, the Zhongzhou artifact collapsed, and ambitious heroes emerged one after another in this small place. The people here gradually stopped trusting anyone and had less resistance to the frequently changing rulers. The people changed from their initial beliefs to only believing in practical interests.

During the more than 300 years of the Datong Dynasty, people from other places both liked to deal with the people from Qianjiang Road and hated them very much. The businessmen liked them because the people from Qianjiang Road were straightforward and willing to do anything as long as the benefits were sufficient. The people who hated them were those who only cared about benefits. Coupled with the ethics advocated by the Datong Dynasty, the people from Qianjiang Road were very unpopular.

For example, right now, the entire Dalin City was still promoting the power of Linshui Prefecture a few days ago. Now, every household has replaced the golden statue of Lord Rongyang with that of the deity. The local big families have also organized people to raise funds for the Zhenyang Sect disciples who died in battle. In just one day, they raised 500,000 taels of silver, allowing the busy Le Xin to take a moment to meet with their representatives.

Outside the City Dao Palace, an open-air shop outside an ordinary teahouse called 'Zhibin' was crowded with Qigong practitioners from all over the place. Under normal circumstances, people of their status would have had to sit in a booth, but now, without the foundation-building cultivation level, one was not even qualified to take a look at the hall of the city teahouse.

There were many businessmen in short coats walking back and forth between the teahouses. They had friendly exchanges with the Qigong practitioners who were drinking tea, and then concluded some deals in secret.

The stage in the teahouse has been dismantled and replaced with more eight-immortal tables. Some foundation-building cultivators gather in groups of three or five to chat, talking about what they have gained along the way. Some foundation-building cultivators with many connections act as brokers, and some small transactions are taking place every moment.

The incoming monks in the booths and boxes on the second floor were also conducting various transactions.

In a word, they certainly suffered losses along the way, and they were not small, but compared with their gains, they did not care about the minor losses at all, and they were even looking forward to the next attack on Linshui Prefecture's homeland.

Outside a box near the main street, a monk wearing a red Taoist robe from the Zhenyang Sect was discussing something quickly with a monk wearing a blue Taoist robe. Both of them were at the entry-level cultivation level, and their words were blocked by an invisible barrier. They also deliberately avoided passers-by to prevent their spoken words from being read.

After bargaining for a long time, the Zhenyang sect monk nodded unhappily, which made the monk in blue robes laugh repeatedly. Then the deal was concluded. After getting what he wanted, the Zhenyang sect monk immediately entered the box, while the other monk retreated to the rest area next to him and began to bargain with his introducer.

Such scenes and behaviors made them look not like the high-ranking inbound monks, but rather like ordinary peddlers.

In the box just now, the monk who bought something entered the box, stood respectfully beside an eight-immortal table, handed out the storage bag in his hand, and said: "Master, the price of this spirit crystal will probably have to go down. This much is only 20,000 taels of silver. If it was before, it would have cost at least 100,000 taels."

The person called Master by this Zhenyang Sect disciple is Feng Miao. Hundreds of years after she left the Zhenyang Sect, she rejoined the Sect on the recommendation of Qianmu Guan. Now she has obtained the qualification of the third realm, but she still has to wait in line. Fortunately, she has taken the longevity pill prepared for her by Qianmu Guan, so she does not need to worry about running out of life for the time being.

Feng Miao took the storage bag and took out a spirit crystal from it. It was in the shape of a transparent crystal, but unlike a crystal, there were blue spots of light moving slowly inside it.

"Open the window."

"Yes, Master."

As the window opened, a bright ray of sunlight shone in. Feng Miao placed the spirit crystal in his hand under the sunlight and could see the cyan light spots inside the crystal more clearly. Those light spots also emitted cyan halos, which were the materialization of the water spirit energy.

The spiritual vein consciousness in the bodies of Zhenyang monks will make them irritable, and the spiritual crystals made by Linshui Mansion monks can suppress the fire spirits in their bodies. They are very useful to Zhenyang monks, so the price in the market has remained high.

"I heard that the cultivators who first attacked Linshui Prefecture found millions of spirit crystals in the Taoist temples outside the city. This price is expected to drop."

Feng Miao took out another spirit crystal and said, "They are all top-quality items. You can collect more when you have the chance."

"Yes, Master."

The disciple sat down next to him, looking at the spiritual crystal in Feng Miao's hand, and said, "The people in Linshui Prefecture are really evil. They always said that there was no stock before, and raised the price to five or six thousand taels of silver per piece, and there is still no such quality."

Feng Miao smiled indifferently, "It is human nature to pursue profit. If it weren't for this nature, you might not be able to buy one even with five or six thousand taels."

When the disciple was about to respond, there was a commotion outside, followed by waves of cheers that were louder than the last. He quickly stood up and walked to the window. He saw that the Qigong practitioners and the people on the street were looking up at the sky with incredible expressions. He then looked up at the sky as well.

The sunlight in the sky suddenly dimmed as he looked up, because two huge objects blocked the sunlight, and those two huge objects were two flying boats!
"Master, it's a flying boat. They actually moved the flying boat here."

There was an inexplicable excitement in the disciple's tone.

Feng Miao felt the pressure. One had to know that in the battle between the five Xuanmen sects, no flying boat had been used for nearly two thousand years. This thing was equivalent to a mobile city in the sky. If there were ten third-level cultivators providing it with energy, it could destroy a city in an instant.

The key issue is that if Linshui Mansion also uses the flying boat, it will be a pure disaster for these low-level cultivators.

Feng Miao stood up and walked to the window, looking up at the sky...

The bottom of the flying boat was smooth and flat. As it flew slowly over the city of Dalin, it reflected the city's streets and buildings like a mirror. Crimson halos kept flashing on its smooth and flat surface. Those were the rune lines of the carved Fire Spirit array.

The entire bottom is in the shape of a ship's hull, which is very narrow in the front and slightly wider in the back. The entire hull does not seem to have any gaps, except for the wide rooftops on both sides. At the moment, there are several monks dressed as inner disciples of the Zhenyang Sect on the rooftops. Above the flying boat, there is a magic circle suspended with a crimson halo, which is the power that keeps the flying boat moving forward.

“I’m afraid many people will die in the upcoming battle!”

Feng Miao no longer has the high spirits she had when she first entered the world of cultivation. At that time, she did not care about anything and firmly believed that she would be the protagonist of the future. However, time eroded her dreams and turned her into an ordinary cultivator who was cautiously trying to survive.

The flying boat passed overhead, and when the sunlight from the sky fell on Feng Miao again, she remembered the task assigned to her by the internal affairs disciple of Qianmu Temple.

She needed to record all the second-level and third-level cultivators sent by the True Yang Sect this time, especially the True Yang cultivators. She also learned from the internal affairs disciples that the action against Linshui Mansion was planned by the one at the Qianmuguan Mountain Dojo. This made her feel a little incredible. After all, she saw thousands of inbound cultivators and hundreds of second-level cultivators, as well as those high-ranking third-level seniors, all gathered here because of that person's words, and they would go through fire and water for his words.

She suddenly recalled the night when she first met Wang Ping. At that time, she and Cheng Ji were passing through Yuanning County while chasing two tiger demons that had killed countless people. When they saw the local post station doing evil and decided to teach him a lesson, she even cursed Wang Ping when he stood by and watched.

At that time, she only thought that Wang Ping was timid, overly cautious, and had no responsibility as a cultivator. But now it seems that Wang Ping's wisdom is beyond her reach.

“Maybe there really are geniuses in this world?”

She couldn't help but say this.

Upon hearing this, the disciple turned to look at his master. Seeing his dazed look, he immediately knew who he was talking about, and whispered, "But how many Changqing Mansion Lords are there in this world?"

Feng Miao heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and quickly calmed down, and ordered: "Next, you must act cautiously, and when attacking Linshui Mansion, don't take the lead in anything."

"Don't worry, Master. I understand."

The order to march came faster than Feng Miao had imagined. The next night, she was summoned to the Taoist Palace headquarters. She was assigned twenty monks who had entered the country through other sects and was asked to reinforce Nanlin Island by the next noon through the teleportation array that had been set up.

Feng Miao was a little shocked when she received the order, because she only now knew that the front line had already started fighting with Linshui Prefecture, and judging by the order, the fighting had been going on for a long time, otherwise they would not have been able to break into Nanlin Island.

During the Daozang Hall period, Feng Miaoke had represented the Zhenyang Sect and garrisoned in the southeastern waters for more than ten years. He was familiar with some of the main islands in the southeastern waters. Nanlin Island was one of the important islands directly under the jurisdiction of the Third Prince. It was also the western barrier of Dongfeng Island. Once Nanlin Island was lost, the monks of the Zhenyang Sect could go directly to Dongfeng Island.

Noon of the next day arrived quickly. Feng Miao brought the subordinates assigned to her to the backyard of the Taoist Palace. Most of the courtyard originally used for offices had been demolished, and the empty part was all used for the teleportation array. The core area of ​​the array was a huge deep pit. Bursts of low roars came from the pit. It was an artificially created fire spirit that provided energy for the teleportation array.

The Zhen Yang Sect has always criticized the 'First Day' for creating fake spirits, but they have created the most fake spirits. However, since the Zhen Yang Sect has always been orthodox, the fake spirits they created cannot be called 'fake'.

As the powerful fire spirit tore open the space, the magic array at the western port of Nanlin Island, thousands of miles away, was activated at the same time, and hundreds of transit magic arrays along the way were opened one after another. In just a few breaths of time, Feng Miao traveled thousands of kilometers to reach Nanlin Island. The first thing she saw was the dazzling fire.

"Come here and receive the talisman and communication token!"

Someone was shouting nearby.

Feng Miao looked in the direction of the voice. On her left was an old man in gray Taoist robes. He looked at her expressionlessly and reminded her, "If you go out in this outfit, you'll immediately become a target of concentrated fire. Dress more casually. Here are ten earth vein talismans that can save your life at a critical moment."

Feng Miao looked down at himself. He was dressed like an inner disciple of the True Yang Sect. Without waiting for Feng Miao to speak, the old man took out a set of communication tokens and said, "Take this and use your soul to drive it. You will be able to sense the breath of your own people on the battlefield and hear the tasks assigned by the higher-ups. You can also communicate within your group through it."

"Thank you, senior!"

Feng Miao respectfully stepped forward and took the talisman and token handed over by the old man. The person in front of him had the aura of a soul, so his cultivation level was at least in the third realm. This made Feng Miao feel that the next battle would be much more difficult than the previous one.

At this time, the teleportation array lit up again, and a new combat team appeared. This time, there were also twenty incoming monks led by a second-level monk. This was the standard configuration of the Zhenyang Sect's combat team.

Such combat teams are actually relatively safe. The combat team with the highest death rate is the combat team consisting of third-level monks and second-level monks. In such combat teams, second-level monks are almost consumables, and only second-level monks whose lifespans are almost at the end will join.

Feng Miao took out the team leader's token from the set of communication tokens, and handed the others to her disciples. When her disciples were distributing the communication tokens, she stretched out her left hand and made a gesture. Suddenly, a crimson halo enveloped her whole body, but the light soon dissipated. She changed into an ordinary blue Taoist robe, and put away the identity card and storage bag on her waist.

Then, she swept her eyes over each of her subordinates and whispered, "Activate the token." As she spoke, she had already activated her communication token, and immediately a brief memory was transmitted to her mind.

The number of her team was Class B 39. She then activated the magic circle in the communication token according to the spell in her memory. An independent small sound transmission magic circle was immediately deployed, allowing her to sense the presence and location of all the team members with her soul.

"Yi-39, go to area 6 for support immediately!"

A cold voice sounded in Feng Miao's ears through the communication token's sound transmission array. She looked around and knew that only she could hear this command.

"Let's go. The first squad will lead the way in front of me, the second and third squads will cover on the left and right, and the fourth squad will support from the rear!"

Feng Miao gave the order, and at the same time, a rough map of Nanlin Island emerged in her spiritual sea. She soon found the so-called Area No. 6, which was in the sky thirty kilometers away from here.

She walked quickly towards the gate. Five other earth vein monks walked even faster than her. They were the first team.

When she walked out of the door, the first thing she saw was a cloud of dust. There was a constant roar in her ears, and the strong wind driven by the chaotic spiritual energy made her skin a little stinging when it blew on her face.

Then, she realized that she was in a port city, but the city had become ruins. Some Qigong practitioners were building a barrier array, and spells exploded from the eastern sky from time to time.

When Feng Miao passed on the order and the moving area, the team members formed a battle formation and rose into the air in just a moment. At this time, she saw a huge flying boat hanging in the western sky!

(End of this chapter)