Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 337: Each Going His Own Way, Lost in the Crowd

After three years of fighting, covering more than 200,000 miles and experiencing 28 battles of varying sizes, not only did the teams from the border cities of Dingzhou get the opportunity to fight in rotation, but the only remaining beggar army from Laizhou and the monks from various cities in Juzhou and Hezhou also competed for the opportunity to fight.

In Meng Shanhe's words, everyone wants to grab the opportunity to make money and vent their anger.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that the ones leading the monks into battle have always been Zhu Zongshan, wearing a black mask, and his Black Mountain Guards.

It is necessary to integrate with various teams in a short period of time, find out the advantages of unfamiliar teams, and exert at least 80% of the combat effectiveness. For Zhu Zongshan, each time is a new test and a difficult challenge that requires all his efforts.

Not every sneak attack is guaranteed to be successful. Four of them ended in failure, and three ended in a miserable victory.

Almost all the masters from the four continents of Qianfang Realm were dispatched, and a special five-story team of 300 people was formed to hone talents and train successor masters for the four continents.

Yu Fengwu was one of them. When her term of office expired, she brought Lan Ying'er with her to join.

Having just ended a sneak attack on a small fortress, the monks team collected the spoils in an orderly manner and cleared out the remaining black spirits that had hidden. Yu Fengwu and Lan Ying'er flew towards the gap.

"Hey, I heard from the old swordsman that you want to go back to seclusion?"

"Mr. Zeng has come out of retreat, and I have to return the precious space treasure to him, so the battle has come to a temporary halt."

Xu Yuanchang smiled and transmitted his message. Behind him were two guards from the fifth-floor building. Upon seeing Yu Fengwu approaching, the two men stepped back slightly to show respect.

The black spirit masters in the east and west war zones hated Xu Yuanchang and Zhu Zongshan who led the troops to fight. In just three years, they launched seven or eight sneak attacks and poisonings. However, Xu Yuanchang, who had mastered the magical power of "illusion and destruction", was more than capable of protecting himself in the chaotic battlefield. He escaped danger several times and he was not afraid of poison.

Zhu Zongshan’s cultivation was not good enough and he was nearly attacked by the Black Spirit masters twice, so he strengthened his protection afterwards.

"Mr. Zeng suffered a great loss at the hands of the Black Spirit a few years ago. You have to persuade him to take revenge. Instead of going out to fight so frequently, once or twice a year is still fine. You can go back and retreat peacefully. There is no need to bother you to travel back and forth."

Yu Fengwu blinked, thinking of her friend.

When she is not charging, she is quiet and gentle, charming as water, and radiant.

Xu Yuanchang understood that the female sword cultivator came with a mission, but how could she do without him as a porter when going out on an expedition? He smiled and said, "Old Zeng sent me a message. He wants to upgrade the space treasure, maybe it can accommodate two to three thousand more cultivators. How can he swallow that anger? He will definitely take revenge. There is no point in making a small fight. He wants to break through and destroy the old nest of the Shadow King, Lonely Grass City, in one fell swoop."

Yu Fengwu's eyes lit up when she heard this. What a bold idea! The target was directly aimed at Gucao City. She liked it.

Then he became worried again. Even with 6,000 elite troops, it might be difficult to capture the heavily defended fortress. Instead, there would be heavy casualties, which would not be worth the loss.

"Whatever materials Mr. Zeng needs, just let him know. We can't let him bear the burden alone."

Yu Fengwu agreed on behalf of the old swordsman. If Mr. Zeng could really double the space treasure, it would be a great joy for Dingzhou, but an endless nightmare for the black spirits. She then suggested: "Start with the easy ones and then move on to the difficult ones, step by step. You can use strategy to mobilize the black spirits' forces, lead them by the nose, and then suddenly catch them off guard. It is very likely that you can break through the strong city fortress."

She has experienced decades of training and learned a lot of military strategies.

Xu Yuan smiled and said, "I'll discuss this with him later. You guys can also prepare well."

He is currently unable to upgrade the space in the Fantasy Fairy Ring, but he has spent three years feeding the Yin-Yang Fire Essence, and has restored the Fire Essence to its original state. The space does not need to be filled with so many mineral materials, and can free up room for more warriors, but it is just under the name of Mr. Zeng.

Yu Fengwu said "OK, OK" repeatedly, turned around and flew towards the old Sword Saint to report the good news he had heard, leaving Lan Ying'er to talk to Xu Yuanchang.

Xu Yuanchang looked at his senior sister who was becoming more and more taciturn, and didn't know where to start.

I heard from Yu Fengwu that Senior Sister chose to practice the "Wuxin Sword" and made rapid progress, and has already begun to comprehend the Wuxin Sword realm.

In fact, he didn't want his senior sister to cultivate herself to be "rootless, heartless, and ruthless". Being too paranoid would easily lead to being trapped in the "obsession with cultivation" and unable to extricate herself. If one wants to walk out of "ruthlessness", the path will be difficult and extraordinary.

Pursuing temporary killing power will lead to overcoming numerous difficulties in the future.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Lan Ying'er gave a faint smile from her eyes revealed outside the blue veil, smart and restrained, and turned to chase after Yu Fengwu who was flying away.

She disliked Zhu Zongshan very much and didn't want to meet him.

Xu Yuanchang nodded and greeted Zhu Zongshan who was flying slowly towards him. The Black Mountain Guards and four specially dispatched fifth-floor masters set up a protective circle outside the two of them. One of them was Tang Yijian, a fifth-floor swordsman who had been promoted for less than two years. He was also wearing a black mask. Tang Yijian made a drinking gesture to Xu Yuanchang.

The Dark World is a rather magical place, where opportunities and dangers occur every day and randomly fall on every monk.

Whether you can withstand it depends on your strength and luck. Some people die for it, while others soar to the sky.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and nodded, looking up and down at Zhu Zongshan who was saluting with his fists clasped.

"Master, next time we go out to fight, please let other Taoist friends take over the commanding post. I need a few years of seclusion. Thanks to you for taking care of me, Zongshan will be able to complete his soldier soul and have a chance to break through to the fifth-level soldier cultivation."

After Zhu Zongshan stood up, he spoke in voice transmission.

He exudes a unique aura. He has experienced success and failure, hovering between life and death several times, and finally reaching the top of the hill. Although there seems to be no way out, the prospect is actually very broad.

Xu Yuanchang laughed and said in a voice transmission: "Wait for you to return, sweep away the dark spirits in the dark world, and end this damn war as soon as possible."

"I am grateful for your kind words, Master. Zongshan is willing to be your vanguard and help you clear away the obstacles of the thieves in the world."

Zhu Zongshan smiled reservedly and spoke with confidence.

The two talked for a while, and Zhu Zongshan led the Black Mountain Guards to continue patrolling the periphery.

After returning to Bianhuan City, Xu Yuanchang collected 20% of the spoils, said goodbye to the old sword master and others, and flew back to Fucai Ridge.

Liu Xianfeng appeared in the air, and accompanied the young master to land at the foot of the mountain with a smile. She had recovered from the tragedy she experienced three years ago, and occasionally felt sorry for Zhuifeng, because life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God.

"Sir, I want to go back to Bailin Valley to live for a few years. Grandma Jiao Teng will accompany me to travel around Dingzhou to look for opportunities for breakthroughs. Elder Zeng gave me a lot of elixirs. He also said that I don't have enough experience and need to be stimulated to make up for it."

"Oh, I'll send a message to Commander Yu to say hello, you go find her and get the jade token."

Xu Yuanchang stopped, took out the communication talisman, silently chanted a few words and sent it out, then asked: "Do you want to take the snow grains with you?"

"Leave them at Fucai Ridge to look after our home. They don't have to follow us around."

Liu Xianfeng followed the young master into the treasure house in the back mountain. Seeing him dumping all kinds of materials and crystals on the ground, her eyes lit up with the excitement of a money-grubber. She said, "I'll finish sorting these items, and then I'll set off with Grandma Jiao Teng. Young master, you can go and get busy."

Xu Yuanchang ruffled the hair of the tree spirit who remained true to her original intention and said with a smile: "Just pick out whatever you need."

"Yes, yes."

Liu Xianfeng plunged into the shiny objects.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and shook his head. He would bring back spoils of war every time he had a break from a battle. The spoils were of different grades, and the five treasuries on the back mountain of Fucailing were almost full. He guessed that Xianfeng wanted to leave the ingots and a few others in Fucailing to really "guard the house", because he and Zeng Lao would have to go out to fight and would have no time to take care of the family.

Walking up to the misty mountain top, an old yellow dog, a spider and a toad were lying in a row in front of the courtyard gate.

The old yellow dog quickly got up and wagged its tail to greet them, while Huabei and Jinchan saluted.

Xu Yuanchang knew that these guys were waiting for Zeng Lao to throw out the medicine. He had encountered this situation several times. He smiled and greeted them, and walked into the open courtyard door. Zeng Lao and Xu Shengtian were sitting opposite each other in the main hall drinking tea and chatting. There was a silver-white insect coiled under the table. "Uncle, you're back."

Xu Shengtian had been in seclusion for many years, and it took him less than half a year to break through and advance.

After he returned to Fucailing, he never went out again.

Learn some useful experience and common sense from Mr. Zeng.

A silver light flashed, and the snowflakes came into the yard, rubbing against the young master, shaking their heads and tails excitedly.

Zeng Wanglou took out a few pills and threw them out of the yard. The snow particles disappeared without a trace in a flash. He, Dog Master, Flower Back and Golden Toad each had their own share. In the past two years, Zeng Lao seemed to have changed his temperament and often made pills specifically for them, which made them so good that they began to suspect that they were monsters.

"Take a few years' rest. Fighting outside all year round will make your heart tense. It's not good for you to stay like that for too long."

Zeng Wanglou extended his hand to invite Xu Yuanchang to sit down, and said: "I need you to help me refine a batch of medicinal herbs and natural treasures. The ones refined last year have been used up."

Resources were unusually abundant, and it only took him a year to repair himself.

The next two years were spent researching clones and various elixirs, slowly repairing the damaged treasures.

Xu Yuanchang put the bag of materials into the space and said, "Zhu Zongshan has gone back to retreat. I don't know when he can break through. There will be no war in the short term, so I will also take a good rest for two years."

"It's a good thing that I'm in seclusion."

Zeng Wanglou affirmed, and a figure emerged from him, who looked exactly like him. It was his newly cultivated clone.

In addition to preparing elixirs that could remove the poison from the Falling God Flower, he also had to spend time and energy nurturing his clone. If he ran into trouble in the future, he could let his clone take on the poisoning and thus save himself from danger.

The clones are completely different from the incarnation puppets and have a subordinate relationship with the original body.

When practice reaches a high level, the clone can have more than 50% of the strength of the original body, and may even be almost the same as the original body.

A powerful cultivator can create several clones.

Whether it is fighting or doing things, there are many benefits.

"Don't be in a hurry to stay at home and cultivate yourself. Help me to refine this clone. It will be of great use to me."

Zeng Wanglou wanted to make an attempt. When Zeng Shanlang was promoted to the fifth level of physical training, he would take care of him and maybe he could go to the Divine Platform of Creation to strengthen his physique.

In order to detoxify, he had practiced on the Creation Divine Platform and benefited a lot from it.

He took out a bottle of pills and handed it to Xu Yuanchang, saying, "Five newly refined 'life-extending pills', no grade restrictions, as long as you don't die on the spot, it can save your life for twelve hours, and can regenerate broken limbs, so don't waste it for minor injuries."

Xu Yuanchang took the pill with a smile. This was the bad thing about Mr. Zeng. He was a thoughtful person and treated friendship like a transaction. He had to make everything clear. He was very different from Chang Wuhui.

Without saying a word, he pulled the clone into the space. Refining it was just a piece of cake for him.

"Wait, bring Shengtian and I in together, so that Shengtian can learn more. He is learning the 'clone technique'."

Zeng Wanglou hurriedly said that he wanted to control the clone himself, grasp the timing of refining, and observe and ponder the wonders of the Creation Altar with the mentality of a bystander. The last time he was on the altar, he was in great pain and could not grasp some of the insights.

Xu Yuanchang took advantage of the situation and pulled the two of them into the space. When his clone turned into a pool of thick divine power mist and fell onto the altar, he skillfully controlled the fluctuating divine light to refine the mist, removing some impurities bit by bit from beginning to end, carefully avoiding any point of the divine source.

After this happened three times, Zeng Wanglou, who felt the same way, called for a stop. He was already sweating and his face was pale.

Xu Shengtian lacked knowledge and experience, and vaguely sensed that there was something mysterious about it.

After sending the two people and the avatar out of the space, he talked for a while.

Xu Yuanchang went down the mountain and returned to his yard. He refined a bag of materials and called Xueli to bring the things up the mountain. He walked into the secret room and sat cross-legged on the cushion. He released his only incarnation to guard outside, immersed himself in the state of no thoughts and no existence, and quietly entered into a state of meditation.

The Yin and Yang fire spirits playing in the spiritual space unconsciously became quiet and transformed into a Yin and Yang fish shape, circling slowly and endlessly.

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The dark world ushered in a rare peace.

In the Gem City, in an elegant courtyard.

Song Shuqian, Nan Baolin, Zhuang Yixie, Meng Caiqin and Xue Chunni sat around the stone table in the courtyard, drinking tea and chatting about the past.

Zeng Shanlang, Nan Wenxiu and Meng Yiyi were talking in low voices on the other side.

Among all the people who had walked the arduous journey together at the beginning, the only one missing was Xu Yuanchang, and he was also the one mentioned the most.

"Brother Xu, are you in seclusion to break through to the sixth level?"

"No way. We often saw each other last year when we were out fighting. Brother Xu has just advanced to the late fifth floor. It shouldn't be this fast."

Xue Chunni's denial was not so thorough, because that evildoer often did things that were unexpected.

It's a pity that they are still struggling in the quagmire of the fourth floor. Each of them has their own bottleneck, and they don't know when they will be able to break through. They are left too far behind, and it's meaningless for them to be friends.

They were once the pride of the nation, but now they have become just like everyone else.

Even the three kids who needed their care on the road have been promoted to the fourth floor many years ago. The current fourth floor monks... are really worthless.

Zeng Shanlang whispered, "Master is not yet at the stage of advancement and breakthrough. He is just overworked and is simply going into seclusion to recuperate for a while."

He returned to Fucai Ridge a few days ago and received body-building medicine and pills from the ancestor. He asked about his master's situation, and the ancestor spoke to him a few words.

Meng Caiqin nodded. She and Xue Chunni followed their master to fight and saw with their own eyes that Xu Yuanchang mingled with more than ten masters such as the Old Sword Saint and Palace Master Fu, and never missed a beat. It seemed that he was quite valued. Although he looked idle, he had special guards to protect him.

Like everyone else, she didn't know that Chief Xu Yuan was in charge of using space to transport three thousand monks. That was a secret.

Song Shuqian suddenly suggested, "Shanlang, can you share with us some of the good advice your master has given you? It doesn't involve the secrets of your master's sect. Just treat it as a pastime."

"Well... let me talk about the 'spiral of mind' theory that Master once talked about. Master said that everyone has their own opinions, so it doesn't matter if it's passed on to others. I don't understand it very thoroughly, so let's discuss it with you."

"Please speak quickly. I am all ears."

Several people sat up straight with solemn expressions. They had never heard of the "mind spiral" theory.

Such profound and novel stuff, a treat for the ears.

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(End of this chapter)