Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 676 Passing the position
These evil and lowly tribes learned some rudimentary martial arts and texts, and because they fled everywhere, they gradually spread the martial arts and texts.

Now, hundreds of years have passed and they have become powerful.

Not only do the inferiors have their own writing skills, they also have their own surnames and rudimentary laws, and there is even a subtle tendency to incite the inferiors to oppose their masters, just like little demons playing house.

Whoever jumps the highest and makes the most noise will be picked out and killed in public.

I have killed a few of the high-jumping ones in the past few years. Aren't the remaining lowly people still obedient and living their lives as usual?

But the inferior race knows a lot, and one good thing is that not only has the wealth in our territory doubled.

Moreover, before this, we all fled to Ma Wujiang's territory and were laughed at by the surrounding monsters.

Over the past few hundred years, some of Ma Wujiang's men have fled to neighboring territories. Everyone is holding a broken stick, which is really hilarious.

It seems that his so-called kindness to his subordinates is not that good.

The three demons were discussing gifts when Ma Wujiang was undergoing a tribulation, and the topic turned to the inferior race that produced wealth.

They did not realize what it meant when the inferior tribes who had already become slaves under Ma Wujiang began to "flee" in all directions.

Suddenly, the last thunder fell from the sky.

The three demons immediately shut up and stared at the sky with nervous faces. Success or failure depended on this moment!
But Ma Wujiang stopped his hooves, and countless auspicious clouds rose into the sky, covering his figure. The thunder fell into the clouds, like a ball of thunder that wrapped around Ma Wujiang, roaring continuously.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a moment.

The thunder dissipated.

The newly promoted Demon Saint Ma Wujiang descended from the sky, laughing wildly, and holding his brows high - haha, I am indeed a genius. I have finally surpassed this old man.

The old man worked hard all his life and even sacrificed his life to break through the realm of refining emptiness, but he himself had achieved it at a young age.

Brother Yuan Shi is right. Although I am a mixed-race, I am a mixture of the best and my physique is far superior to that of my ancestors!
The next step is to set a small goal, practice hard, and surpass the old man as soon as possible!
The old man was a genuine True Saint back then, otherwise he would not have been able to leave them such a huge fortune and could even serve as a mount for the Mahayana Saint.

But, is becoming a True Saint my final destination?
Of course not. We should set another ambitious goal. Ma Wujiang remembered Yuan Banshan’s encouragement… We are all monsters, why should we be noble just because of our bloodline?

Isn't it because of the high level of cultivation that the bloodline becomes noble?

What good is there in being the mount of a Mahayana saint?
If you want to be someone, be a Mahayana saint!

His heart was pounding and he was feeling proud when three evil clouds rushed over from below.

When Madam Moon Rabbit, Zhongshan Wolf and Thousand-legged Centipede were there, and Ma Wujiang had not yet survived the heavenly tribulation, they still dared to make up stories about the offspring of this mixed-blood coolie horse.

Now that they met face to face, the three demon emperors immediately knelt down, kowtowed respectfully, and flattered him profusely. Words of flattery came pouring in, and every one of them was just the right amount of flattery.

Some say that Ma Wujiang is the most talented young man of this generation. He showed his extraordinary potential when he was young, and today he has finally achieved enlightenment.

It is said that I have ninety-nine daughters, and I am willing to give them all to Ma Sheng as concubines.

And each of them prepared a generous gift to give.

The three demons were kneeling and licking the floor. Seeing how active they all were, if they didn't have masters behind them, it was possible that they would beg Ma Wujiang to accept them as his subordinates.

Ma Wujiang's long face twitched slightly. Of course, he just listened to these flatteries and shouldn't take them seriously.

Alas, he turned his head and looked at the smiling faces of the monsters who had gathered around him.

The monsters outside, like these three garlics, appear to be enthusiastic but are not sincere.

The monster under his command was sincere, but unfortunately not considerate.

If I had to say who understands me the best, it would be Brother Yuan Banshan Yuan Shi!
Ma Wujiang looked lonely and said in a bleak manner.

"Alas, I have become a demon saint, so I am naturally happy."

"But you said it."

"With my talent, I'm afraid I can't even get into the top 100, let alone first place."

He muttered in his mind.

"Not to mention those far away, for example, my good brother Yuan Banshan, who is born with great strength and has golden pupils that can break evil, is far beyond my reach."

"I have become a great sage, so he must have been a sage for many years."

"It's a pity that Brother Yuan left in a hurry four hundred years ago because of something. I was so busy drinking and having fun while seeing him off that I even forgot to ask him where he lived."

"He hasn't come to visit me for so many years. He must be tied up with something. It's a pity that I don't even know where he lives, so I can't go to help him!"

"Brother Yuan, I miss you so much..."

Thousands of miles away.

Sishilin, which has moved its location three times, is now no longer in the Shiwandashan Mountains, but further west.

The third location is Sishilin, a remote place on the border of Xihezhou across the Shiwan Mountains, which is far inferior to the previous two locations.

at this time.

On the hill in the center of this forest.

Under a huge tree that pierces the sky like a javelin.

It was so crowded that I couldn't tell how many people there were at a glance.

These human beings were all wearing Taoist robes, but most of them had pale faces, and some of them even had blood stains on their robes.

Obviously, they reunited here after a brutal battle.

at this time.

Right under the big tree, a ceremony was taking place.

There were only two simple chairs with two people sitting side by side.

One is Long Shiba who has taken over as the head of the sect. Four hundred years have passed, and he is now a middle-aged man.

And it is obvious that it is not easy to be the leader. He looks older than his actual age, almost like a little old man.

Lu Ye was sitting on a chair next to Sect Leader Long.

After four hundred years, he grew a beard, had wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and looked middle-aged.

But now his face was pale, his eyes were dim, and there was a tiny red mark on his forehead, which went straight down across his nose, lips, and throat, as if it split him exactly in two. It was obvious that he was injured.

Dozens of powerful cultivators stood in a circle around Lu Ye and Long Shiba, their robes stained with more blood.

These people have all reached the Nascent Soul stage, and are Lingyun Sect’s current elders and direct disciples.

The sound of a bell rang, spreading throughout the mountains and forests.

Lu Ye stood up, looked around at everyone in the field, and felt a great sense of emotion in his heart.

"Four hundred years, it's just a blink of an eye..."

He coughed and asked solemnly.

"Where is Jiashishi?"

One of the elders immediately stood up. It was the descendant of Jia Sanshijiu.

Lu Ye used his storage ring to take out a pair of judge's pens, held them high, looked at his disciples, and paused for a moment before speaking.

"Dear elders, all disciples please look."

"This is the spiritual weapon that the former headmaster Shang left behind before passing on the fire." "Now I will split the spiritual weapon into two..."

Lu Ye waved his hand, and one judge's pen fell into the hands of Long Shiba, and another judge's pen fell into the hands of Jia Shishi.

"From now on, this will be the token of our Lingyun Sect's head and the elders who pass on the skills. It will be passed down from generation to generation."

"From now on, Jia Sishi will be the elder who teaches skills in our Lingyun Sect."

"And I..." Lu Ye paused, a relieved smile on his face, "I will follow the example of Master Shang and walk the path of passing on fire..."

A gust of wind happened to blow across the mountain.

Including Long Shiba, the new elder who passed on the skills, Jia Forty, as well as the surrounding elders and disciples, countless people bowed and kowtowed at this moment.

Just like the wheat bending in the wheat field.

Lu Ye stood straight and accepted the salute. After everyone stood up, he bent down and returned the salute.

He looked into the distance, filled with emotion.

I never expected that I would end up on the path of passing on fire.

In fact, this result should have been expected earlier.

This is the aftermath of the Fire Transmission Plan. So many Fire Transmitters have dispersed, and over the past five hundred years, countless human beings have walked the path of Fire Transmission.

In the first hundred years, Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge were still able to make a clear calculation and sent out a total of more than 4,000 people.

In the next four hundred years, as Master Si Lin Lingyun's disciples were systematically trained, there were tens of thousands of people with pseudo-spiritual roots. So far, it is estimated that more than tens of thousands of people have been sent out.

With so many Firebringers walking on the earth, even if we calculate the probability, some of them will be captured by curious monsters, and their souls will be searched, revealing a lot of information.

The human race's Firebearer program is also well planned.

The elders and disciples sent out from Rushishilin would voluntarily erase their memories of the location of Rushishilin before departure.

They knew that they were disciples of Lingyun Sect, and remembered that they had a sect leader, elders who passed on the skills, and fellow disciples. It would not affect the inheritance of the skills written in their minds. They knew that they were engaged in a great cause and were willing to sacrifice their lives for it.

But the first batch of more than 2,000 Fire Transmitter disciples who were sent on the Eagle Ship were being hunted down by the Red Tiger Demon Saint at that time.

These two thousand disciples dispersed in such a hurry that they did not have time to erase their memories.

It didn't matter at the time, because the human race didn't know where they would eventually settle down.

The Firebringer plan was originally intended to create a time difference.

When the fire is weak, light it with great care; when the fire becomes a raging blaze, the monsters will not be able to put it out even if they want to.

Among the first batch of disciples who passed on the fire, some were captured and their souls were searched. Although the demon clan was not sure where the fire pit was, they knew some key information.

In the border area of ​​Xihezhou, a group of inferior tribes under the command of the Wood Demon formed a sect called Lingyun Sect, with a headmaster named Shang and an elder named Lu, and two thousand fellow disciples passing on the fire.

Some monsters, such as the Centipede, the Zhongshan Wolf, and Lady Moon Rabbit, are the ones who realize things later and don't take it seriously.

He believed that the demon race was now in its heyday, and no matter where the inferior race came from who taught them the Dharma, it would not have any impact on the demon race.

On the contrary, the inferior race who practice immortal cultivation can create more wealth for the demon race.

However, there were also some powerful demon leaders in Xihezhou who were very perceptive and responded quickly, sending their subordinates to investigate.

If there is an organization of inferior races in the territory that has an organization, a plan, a program, and shows the embryonic form of civilization, shouldn’t it be eliminated quickly?
It is a plague in a rich land. If it spreads uncontrolled, it will eventually destroy everything.

For this purpose, they sent their subordinates to find the location of the fire and put it out.

In addition, there is the demon clan, which belongs to the third type, the whim type.

Perhaps it is entirely the brutality and bloodthirstiness passed down from our ancestors that is at work.

Perhaps it is because the demon race is noble and proud that they do not allow you, a mere lowly race, to have your own written inheritance of immortal cultivation techniques?
Not only did they go through the villages of the inferior tribes under their command, killing all those who dared to practice Taoism, they also destroyed the written books and did not allow them to be passed down to the next generation.

He even went out personally, treating the destruction of the Lingyun Sect's headquarters as hunting to prove his bravery.

This is the true attitude of the demon race towards the teachings of the inferior races.

Turn a deaf ear and pretend to be deaf and dumb; be highly vigilant and vow to eradicate it; if your dignity is violated, you will seek revenge with blood.

Among them, the Tengu family of Xigazhou poses the greatest threat to the inferior tribes.

This clan, headed by the Demon Saint Tengu, belongs to the second type of demon clan. Moreover, because Tengu is good at tracking and smelling, it has become an old enemy of the human race.

After all, the more people who pass on the fire, the less safe the fire pit in Sishilin will be.

Following the clues left by the Fire Bearer, the Tengu clan finally found the Shishi Forest a hundred years ago, and a series of wars broke out.

The demon clan was so powerful that the human race could no longer survive and were forced to move to more remote areas.

Moreover, once they embarked on the escape journey, the scale of tens of thousands of people was too large, so they had to be divided into several groups and set up separate fire pits in various places.

And here is Lu Ye's main fire pit, the Lingyun Sect's main altar, and the third Sishi Forest.

All those who stayed here were disciples with true spiritual roots, the essence of the human race’s cultivation.

Right now, we can no longer stay in the Third Sishilin and must move.

Because a few days ago, several divine dog demons under the command of the Heavenly Dog Demon Saint, who was the most persistent and caring about the human race, followed the scent and came over, and a war broke out.

Lu Ye, Long Shiba and Shuang Mu, the three gods, responded with all their might and defeated the opponent step by step.

Victory seemed in sight, and Lu Yedu used his mind to control Achou, preparing to capture all these rampant monsters.

Give that Heavenly Dog Demon Saint a good blow to prevent him from continuing to send his troops to harass us.

But who would have thought that several dog demons on the opposite side would work together to sacrifice a dog-tooth knife.

As the knife came out, the situation changed drastically. It turned out to be a sacred weapon of refining emptiness, which was the innate spiritual weapon bestowed by the master Tiangou behind them to prevent them from being defeated.

The dog-tooth knife came out suddenly and chopped down, heading straight for Lu Ye, who was the most threatening among the three.

With one swipe of the sword, it brought with it some of the power of its own domain, blocking Lu Ye's escape routes in all directions.

Lu Ye had no choice but to fight back with this fatal blow.

Fortunately, the opponent was not the real Lianxu Demon Saint Yu Dao, otherwise he would definitely be killed. Even so, he was seriously injured.

Of course, he took a blow and didn't let the other party have an easy time either.

Ah Chou, who had been hiding nearby, attacked angrily and pierced through the three demons who were trying their best to control their swords without any distraction.

The three demons were covered in blood and wounded, and they dragged the dog-tooth knife away in a miserable state. Relying on the blade's inherent domain, they blocked Achou's constant pursuit and escaped.

Lu Ye checked his body and felt chilled to the bone.

To put it simply, it was that vicious sword with its peerless sword intent, which carried the breaking rules, that directly split his spiritual body and Nascent Soul body, creating a crack in the middle.

In other words, if one's foundation is damaged, the physical injury may be recovered, but one's cultivation will not only stagnate, but may even regress.

If this happened in the future, it would be a big deal for other cultivators, but for Lu Ye, it was not a big deal. He had suffered more serious and near-death injuries before. All he had to do was find a suitable spiritual root to transform.

But this was the Medieval Period, and the spiritual roots of top human cultivators like Long Eighteen and Jia Forty were not as good as Lu Ye's.

And I don’t know if it’s because there are too few people with spiritual roots marrying each other, so at that time there are not as many people with spiritual roots of various attributes as in later generations.

(End of this chapter)