Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

"Cough cough."

A coughing sound came from beneath the cracked ground of Guanlan Island; it was Duobao's voice.

To be fair, Duobao's journey from a rogue cultivator to forming a superior golden core, attaining the Taiyi Primordial Spirit, and finally ascending to the Refining Void realm is indeed remarkable.

That "Three Seals, Six Dharmas, Nine Treasures Secret Record" is indeed powerful. It not only enabled Duobao to attain the supernatural powers of three heads and six arms, but also gave him a physical body that is almost indestructible.

Just now, Duobao was hit in the back of the head by Jiang Sheng with the Thousand Star Gourd and then hit on the back of the head by the Blazing Sun Golden Cudgel. It has only been a short time since then, but he has already woken up.

The sheer toughness of this physical body alone far surpasses that of many cultivators at the Void Refinement stage.

Hearing the commotion coming from underground on Guanlan Island, Jiang Sheng first took out a Binding Immortal Rope from his sleeve and bound Lingluo. Then, he activated the Xuan Yuan Vajra Bracelet and smashed it towards Duobao's location again.

The Xuan Yuan Vajra Bracelet spun in mid-air, then transformed into a silver-white light and disappeared into the ground. Accompanied by a muffled thunderous roar, dust billowed up from the ground of Guanlan Island, and Duobao fell silent once again.

Only then did Jiang Sheng leisurely raise his hand and use his magic to pull the unconscious Duo Bao out of the deep pit. Looking at Duo Bao's head, which was swollen to almost three times its original size, Jiang Sheng snorted, "You got off easy."

After saying this, Jiang Sheng collected the three magical treasures and took out a Binding Immortal Rope to bind Duobao. With a sweep of his wide sleeves, he took Lingluo and Duobao into his sleeves. The Zhuxian Sword and Luxian Sword that had pinned Tushan Lian also spun around in the air.

At this point, the entire Guanlan Island had been pacified by Jiang Sheng.

It is, after all, a small island with a radius of ten thousand miles. Even though it is one of the ten islands outside the heavens in the Nine Provinces Realm and has all sorts of wonders, without a powerful cultivator to suppress it, it is still nothing but a passing cloud.

After surveying Guanlan Island once more, now reduced to ruins and desolation, Jiang Sheng lifted Mo Wenxin's head and flew away into the distance.

After Jiang Sheng left, a gentle breeze swept across Guanlan Island, where the great formation had been destroyed, stirring up a cloud of dust. Some small pebbles and sand, aided by the breeze, tumbled and stumbled to the side of Mo Wenxin, whose head had been severed, and then bounced up and down.

Guanlan Island, devastated by Jiang Sheng's Three Calamities and Annihilation Law, was now a scene of ruin and desolation.

"Sigh, why did you do this to yourself?"

"I have already arranged a future for you, why do you insist on going against Ling Yuan?"

A sigh rang out, and the swirling dust and sand subsided silently. A black boot engraved with cloud patterns gently landed beside Mo Wenxin's fallen body, as if lamenting her or perhaps angrily criticizing her lack of resilience.

"I... I just wanted to see what kind of skills he had."

A hoarse voice came from Mo Wenxin's headless body. Although Jiang Sheng had destroyed her life force and taken her head, Mo Wenxin's consciousness still existed in this broken shell.

"Want to see what kind of skills he has?"

"You still don't understand. Testing someone requires skill, and your skill is far from sufficient. Your so-called testing is nothing more than wishful thinking on your part."

"Alas, I originally thought that after enduring two thousand years, you should have some temperament and ability, so there should be no problem in getting you to do things."

"But now I realize that I underestimated that person from the Qiankun Dao Sect. His eyes really did not misjudge people."

“I wonder why he allows you former chosen ones and those destined for calamity to roam freely throughout the Nine Provinces; I wonder why he allows you to collude in private and turn a blind eye to your various petty actions.”

“At first I thought he was too arrogant and blinded by the calamity, unaware of the story of a single spark starting a prairie fire. But now it seems he has seen enough and seen far enough.”

As he spoke, the owner of the black boots spoke with a mocking and disdainful tone: "You so-called chosen ones, those destined for greatness, are just disposable tools. You can use them and then throw them away without any backlash, because your vision and mindset are limited to this."

"You seem resilient, you seem resourceful, but in reality it's all just an illusion. Even you, a forsaken disciple of the Heavenly Dao who has survived until now, do you really think you've survived on your own merits?"

A bewildered voice came from Mo Wenxin's body: "My Lord, what do you mean?"

The Lord slowly squatted down, his face, which was both male and female and of unparalleled beauty, filled with pity and helplessness: "You, the fact that you're still alive is because of that person's deliberate actions."

"You are like bait, used to lure those in the Nine Provinces Realm who are dissatisfied with the Qiankun Dao Sect. That's why you've been able to survive until now, and that's why you've been able to occupy Guanlan Island. You've never relied on yourself; you're just bait for that person."

"I suspect that person originally intended to make you famous and lure those rats hiding in the shadows within the Nine Provinces. But seeing that the Eastern Heaven Daoist was about to arrive, that person deliberately made you famous throughout the heavens to attract the attention of the Eastern Heaven Daoist."

“If someone from the Eastern Heaven Dao Clan really notices you and trusts you, then that person’s plan is half successful. After all, with a fool like you around, the Eastern Heaven Dao Clan’s scheme is practically open to that person.”

"It's a pity that you are so useless. Even though Lingyuan came, you couldn't seize the opportunity. You are really a good-for-nothing."

By the end, the Supreme Lord's tone was no longer concealed; it was filled with coldness and anger. He slowly rose and said in a low voice, "Binmiao, tell me, what need is there for such a fool to live?" Behind the Supreme Lord, the handsome Heavenly Demon Binmiao, dressed in an eight-petaled black lotus robe and wearing a seven-flowered white lotus crown, bowed respectfully and said, "If such a fool continues to exist, then Master's whereabouts in the Nine Provinces Realm will probably be exposed."

"Even with His Majesty's cover, the one in Penglai Heaven in the Eastern Heaven of the Three Realms will inevitably cast his gaze upon us."

The Lord nodded, his expression quite helpless: "Yes, yes, it's really difficult. Binmiao, what do you think I should do?"

Binmiao bowed even lower, his head almost touching the ground. Even though the Lord could not see him, his expression remained extremely respectful: "Binmiao is willing to share the burden for his master."

Hearing Binmiao say this, the Lord nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, a good dog."

Do you know why I was willing to bring you to the Nine Provinces Realm?

Binmiao probed, "Because I'm familiar with Lingyuan?"

The Lord shook his head: "Whether you are familiar with Lingyuan or not is not important. I chose you because you are smart enough and ambitious. But your ability is not enough to support your ambition, so in the end, you can only be my dog."

As he spoke, the Supreme Lord raised his hand and pointed. Caught off guard, Binmiao exploded into a cloud of blood mist and severed limbs. The Supreme Lord, without changing his expression, guided the flesh and blood into Mo Wenxin's body by an invisible force.

The next moment, from Mo Wenxin's body came Mo Wenxin's terrified pleas for mercy and heart-wrenching cries, along with Binmiao's cruel and ferocious laughter.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
Mo Wenxin's voice grew weaker and weaker, more and more helpless, until it finally fell silent.

Moments later, flesh and blood began to grow wildly on Mo Wenxin's neck, and a brand new head emerged.

Mo Wenxin then slowly rose and respectfully bowed to the Supreme Lord before her, not daring to look up at his face: "Mo Wenxin greets the Supreme Lord."

The Lord chuckled and said, "From now on, you will be Mo Wenxin."

"Try to infiltrate the Eastern Heaven Daoist family's camp, or go and offer advice to the Qiankun Daoist Sect."

Binmiao said with some worry, "Your Majesty, the Lingyuan Sect of the Eastern Heavenly Dao is not easy to fool now, and what about the Qiankun Dao Sect?"

At this moment, the Supreme Lord's figure had already disappeared, leaving only his laughter all around.

That's your problem.

As the Lord departed, Binmiao gazed at the devastated Guanlan Island, then shook his head and sighed, "Alas, how could three or five people possibly deal with Lingyuan?"

As she spoke, Binmiao slowly walked to the corpse of Prince Tuolong. At this moment, Prince Tuolong was lying face down on the ground, his flesh and blood scattered everywhere. His robes on his back were torn apart, his golden armor was violently ripped open, and his spine and internal organs were all reduced to bone fragments and flesh scattered everywhere.

Seeing the pitiful state of Prince Tuolong, Binmiao shivered for no reason, recalling that back in the Mountain and Sea Realm, Jiang Sheng seemed to have used the Three Calamities Light Wheel to fight against the Tomb Guardian Beast head-on.

Even a tomb-guarding beast at the Integration Realm couldn't withstand the Three Calamities Light Wheel, so how could Tuolong, a dragon species at the Refinement Realm, possibly survive?

Tuolong died a swift death, but Binmiao is now busy.

But then Binmiao first collected all the blood, flesh, and bone fragments scattered on the ground by Tuolong, and then carried Tuolong's corpse to Tushan Lian's side.

Although Tu Shan Lian still had a breath left, she was already on her last legs. It could be said that even if there were some life-saving elixir, it would be powerless to save Tu Shan Lian, whose Dao Fruit and soul had been torn apart.

Looking at Tu Shan Lian's pleading expression, Bin Miao shook his head and said quietly, "Ling Yuan's Zhuxian Sword and Luxian Sword are not so easy to withstand. One sword shatters the soul, and the other sword severs the Dharma body. Your soul and Dao Fruit have been torn apart. How can you possibly survive?"

"But don't worry, even if you die, I have a way to bring you back to life."

With that, Binmiao threw down the body of Prince Tuolong and filled it with all the collected flesh, blood, and bone fragments. Then, she buried one of her fingers in the ground. As the blood dripped from the severed finger, the finger, nourished by the blood, began to sprout and eventually broke through the soil, transforming into a bewitching black lotus.

Binmiao plucked a lotus petal, kneaded it into lotus thread, and then took out a thin, black needle that gleamed with a cold light from her sleeve. She threaded the lotus thread through the eye of the needle and began to suture the wound of Prince Tuolong.

While sewing, Binmiao didn't forget to explain to Tushan Lian: "The Lord bestowed upon me two volumes of true scriptures, one called the Puppet Technique and the other the Immortality Technique."

"Although Tuolong has died and his soul has vanished, his body is an excellent material. It would be perfect for crafting a puppet that is invulnerable to swords and spears and can withstand death."

Seeing Tu Shan Lian's terrified expression, Bin Miao comforted her:
"Don't rush, don't rush. Once I've refined the dragon into a puppet, I'll deal with you."

"Rest assured, I will absolutely not watch you die at Ling Yuan's hands." (End of Chapter)