Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 340: Make a Strategy and Send the Sword
It was the next morning when Xu Yuanchang learned that Elder Mei Yuanjian's divination had backfired. He and Zeng Wanglou were sitting opposite each other in the garden pavilion, drinking tea and chatting about runes and miscellaneous studies.

It was a message from his nephew, saying that Elder Mei was bleeding all over his body and was seriously injured and dying. Master Uncle Meng, who was a close friend of Elder Mei, was looking for medical treatment everywhere and asked him to go there.

Zeng Wanglou stood up and said, "It's alright, I'll go with you to have a look. I have refined a few life-saving pills, maybe they can be of some use."

With his indifferent nature, he doesn't care much about the life and death of irrelevant monks.

He was curious about what kind of extraordinary secrets the fifth-level magician had discovered that caused such a disaster.

Xu Yuanchang hurriedly told Xueli what to do, and flew south with Zeng Lao. In less than an hour, they arrived at the fortified Bianyuan City.

Xu Shengtian and Bian Qiuyan, who had been waiting for a long time, came out of the city to greet them and led the two of them to a courtyard with a collapsed wall in the city.

Meng Shanhe and a newly promoted female cultivator of the sixth level named Wen Yining, who was from the Da Cang Dynasty, came out from the main hall.

Zeng Wanglou bowed in return and glanced at the nine small pits of fresh earth that had exploded on the left side of the courtyard, as well as the broken jade chess pieces. He was an expert in divination and recognized at a glance that the ancient method of "Nine Star Divination" had been set up here. He could vaguely sense some remaining shadows of the stars from the messy atmosphere.

He had used the Nine-Star Divination Technique to deduce celestial phenomena before, but it was always fraught with mystery and he had never been successful.

Each magician and divination master has his own heritage and expertise. Things that cannot be deduced cannot be forced. One needs to follow the will of heaven and speculate and understand the images of the long river of time that are captured by chance. In the end, doing things against the will of heaven requires strength and a strong life.

After exchanging brief greetings with Meng Shanhe and Wen Yining, Zeng Wanglou took the lead and walked towards the backyard.

He was already very curious about what Mei Yuanjian, a fifth-level magician whom he had never met before, "saw". Judging from the residual image, Mei Yuanjian's spell was successful, but his own strength was insufficient and he could not withstand the disaster of the backflow of the heavenly secrets.

Xu Yuanchang explained in a voice transmission: "Mr. Zeng is well-versed in medicine and divination, and he brought good medicine."

Meng Shanhe felt relieved and understood why Zeng Daoyou, who usually didn't interact much with other masters, was so warm-hearted at this moment. It turned out that he was excited to see the prey and was attracted by the disease that Lao Mei's divination had backfired on him.

Wen Yining, whom he invited, was a medical expert. He was helpless against Lao Mei's strange disease and could only alleviate the loss of vitality.

From last night till now, seven or eight fifth-level doctors have come and used countless medicines, but Lao Mei has not woken up.

There were several disciples of Mei Yuanjian waiting in the backyard, busily going in and out silently.

A fifth-rank doctor walked out from behind the opened door curtain, looking confused and tired. He bowed to Meng Shanhe and Wen Yining, then shook his head, indicating that he was powerless to help.

Zeng Wanglou walked into the room, which was filled with a strong smell of blood. He opened the eyelids of Mei Yuanjian, who was dying and unconscious, and examined his left and right eyelids. He also took his pulse for a while. The patient took some medicine, but he was still bleeding intermittently.

"I will use my sect's secret method to treat the patient."

After these words were spoken, Meng Shanhe and Wen Yining naturally understood the underlying meaning of "secret method not to be passed on to outsiders".

"Please excuse me, Brother Zeng. We are waiting outside. If you need anything, just let me know."

Meng Shanhe smiled apologetically at Wen Yining who had been invited and extended his hand to invite him.

No matter what they tried, they couldn't wake up the unconscious Mei Yuanjian. The bleeding couldn't be stopped and Old Mei's life was hanging by a thread. Now they couldn't give up even the slightest hope.

The other two disciples who served Elder Mei naturally followed him out.

Xu Yuanchang, who was about to go out, was kept back by Zeng Wanglou.

Waving his hand to set up a soundproof and shape-isolating ban, Zeng Wanglou transmitted his voice: "You must pull us into the space and cut off the continuous influence of a certain existence on him, so that there will be a glimmer of hope, otherwise there is no way to save him."

Xu Yuanchang understood, and hurriedly used his magic power to roll up the two people and put them into the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring.

The effect was immediate. The blood that was constantly flowing out of Mei Yuanjian's body stopped immediately. With the strong vitality of a fifth-floor monk, he could survive even if his body was destroyed. However, excessive blood loss could easily cause irreversible damage to his body's vitality.

Zeng Wanglou clasped his hands together and continuously emitted white light, removing the excessive drugs in Zeng Wanglou's body one by one.

Seeing that the patient still hadn't woken up, Zeng Wanglou checked again, took out thirty-six crystal stones and arranged them into a formation. He moved the patient to a place where he could float above an area emitting white spiritual energy. He walked around, chanting Shinto spells silently.

"remove!"

Zeng Wanglou shouted loudly.

The crystal stones that formed the formation burst into powder, shining brightly.

Mei Yuanjian, who was lying flat in the air, suddenly had a faint light emanating from his body, and he suddenly pounced towards Zeng Wanglou who was performing a ritual.

"Seventh-level black spirit aura."

Zeng Wanglou retreated quickly, with a small purple gold tripod appearing in his hand.

Without thinking, Xu Yuanchang directed the divine light of creation towards the virtual monster that turned into a black gas. He could see the fear in Lao Zeng's eyes, fearing that he would be possessed by that thing.

"Puff", the black gas was instantly burned by the golden light that gathered in his mind, leaving a fishy smell in the air.

You've landed on his territory, and yet you dare to be so presumptuous?

But he didn't expect that thing to be so useless that it couldn't even put up a decent struggle.

Zeng Wanglou carefully searched the sky for a while and confirmed that the faint light was no longer there. He felt relieved. The divine light of creation was very effective in dealing with evil spirits and souls. The seventh-level black spirit did not cause any trouble and was destroyed in the blink of an eye. Seeing Mei Yuanjian lying flat on his back with his fingers slightly moving, he was about to wake up, so he hurriedly asked Xu Yuanchang to let them go back.

The backlash of the heavenly secret has been eliminated and there is no problem anymore.

Meng Shanhe and his companions walked into the room and were surprised to see Mei Yuanjian waking up in a weak state.

"Lao Mei, you finally woke up, what happened?"

Meng Shanhe bowed to Zeng Daoyou, who had a calm expression, and thanked him. He saved the patient in less than half a minute, which was a miraculous skill.

Mei Yuanjian reached out and held the hands of his old friend who came forward to visit him, and whispered a few words to him urgently. He had escaped death this time, and he was determined to pass on the secret he had "seen", otherwise something bad would happen and he would be in great trouble.

Meng Shanhe's face changed color, and he quickly asked through voice transmission for a moment.

Zeng Wanglou motioned to Xu Yuanchang to go out with him. He had already guessed what was going on. The Black Spirit General would use some unknown means to invite a seventh-level master to descend upon the Dark World. This would be a huge disaster for all the forces in the Qianfang World.

Fortunately, Mei Yuanjian used ancient divination to discover it in advance. Whether fighting or retreating to Dingzhou, there was at least room for maneuver.

Communication talisman lights flew up into the air from the room one after another and spread in all directions.

Half an hour later, Xu Yuanchang and Zeng Wanglou were invited to the City Lord's Mansion to discuss important matters.

The old sword master, Xi Yuelou, Fu Xianzhi, Meng Shanhe, Wei Jingshu, Wen Yining, and Mu Qingshan from Qihuo City all came. Wu Bai and Han Shichun from Wuyan Mountain in Xiyuan Holy Land, the former and current great sorcerers respectively, sat at the bottom with Mei Yuanjian, who was pale and wrapped in a thick robe.

So far, no sorcerer in Wuyan Mountain has made a breakthrough and advanced to the sixth level, so the path of a sorcerer is difficult and bumpy.

Mei Yuanjian was blind and had his eyes covered with a black cloth. He slowly told everyone the scene he saw through divination, but he concealed the fact that he had seen a glimpse of the death of some of the monks present. There was more than one of them, but he did not dare to say it for fear of affecting the morale of the army. If it were not for the mysterious Mr. Mu's intervention, he would have no chance to tell it at all. He would have died in an unclear manner, let alone win a posthumous reputation.

"Elder Mei, can you see clearly which city this incident happened in?"

The old sword master asked in a deep voice.

Looking at the two great sorcerers who nodded slowly, Wu Bai and Han Shichun were able to use secret methods to prove that what Mei Yuanjian said was true. "It's hard to see clearly. The time is too short and the battlefield is too chaotic... It's too tragic, too tragic."

Mei Yuanjian said "how tragic" twice, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell forward from his seat and was quickly grabbed by two people beside him. He had fallen into coma again.

Zeng Wanglou went forward to check it out, used a pill, and whispered: "Take him down to rest and recuperate. Don't ask him about what he 'saw' anymore. It is an indisputable fact that the Black Spirit General has invited a seventh-level expert to come. I can testify to this."

Everyone's faces changed when they heard this, and Han Shichun took the unconscious Mei Yuanjian away to recuperate.

"Master Yuan, Fellow Daoist Zeng, do you have any plan to repel the enemy?"

The old sword master broke the brief silence and asked first. He still hoped that Taoist Yanshan had made other arrangements in secret.

The appearance of a seventh-level Black Spirit master will break the balance of power between the two sides. Perhaps by sacrificing human lives, the seventh-level master can be killed, but the loss will be too heavy. How to deal with the charge of the Black Spirit army behind?

Xu Yuanchang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Really not."

He wanted it too. Ever since Lao Li was framed to death and Gu Yunzhu left quietly, he could only rely on Qianfang Realm's own power.

When the bamboo stick used for the hairpin was lost, he could no longer make unilateral contact with Taoist Master Yanshan.

Zeng Wanglou looked up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking about.

"If the enemy comes, we will stop him with our troops and if the water comes, we will block it with earth. By uniting the forces of Juzhou and Hezhou, we may not be powerless to fight."

Mu Qingshan knocked on the table and reminded, "We can't retreat, otherwise we will be defeated one by one and let the black spirits invade our homeland, which will damage the foundation of the cultivation world."

Laizhou's forces were the weakest, and he was very worried that the Black Spirit would find an easy target to invade first.

Over twenty years, he relied on the forces of the Three Continents to defeat the black spirits who had seized the passage, regained the passage and built three cities. He also gathered the remaining monks who were scattered around into a force to help each other with the forces of the Three Continents.

However, he spent most of his time in Qihuo City, where he had close relations with Dingzhou's top leaders and rose and fell with Dingzhou.

"There is a huge gap in strength between a seventh-level expert and a sixth-level expert. I am worried that the leaders of Juzhou and Hezhou will learn of this news and intend to preserve their power. They will hide their elite cultivators in Qianfang Realm. That would be detrimental to our joint efforts."

Fu Xianzhi raised objections.

Dingzhou’s power is second to none, and its number of experts is also the highest.

When things are going smoothly, everyone is of one mind, following the big brother to fight for 200,000 miles, striving to be the first and enjoy the benefits. But when encountering such a big event, it is very likely that everyone will have their own little calculations and fall apart.

"We don't know when the Black Spirit will launch its attack, so we can't lose our composure. Juzhou and Hezhou each have two four-story teams of a thousand men, led by Zhu Zongshan, who will be conducting unified battle formation training in Moyu City. From now on, all eight teams will be in closed training and strictly prohibited from passing any information to the outside world. You can find any reason, or Old Wei can go and explain to them in person that it is necessary to fight the Black Spirit and end the war as soon as possible."

Xi Yuelou said slowly: "Everything is for Qianfang Realm. We must hold the power tightly in our hands so that it will be powerful when we strike out."

His shrewd proposal was immediately agreed upon by everyone, and they argued, discussed, and supplemented the battle plan on this basis. It took two hours before they reached a consensus and finalized the general details.

Xu Yuanchang, Zeng Wanglou and Meng Shanhe were ordered to go to Moyu City to read out the order for closed training.

Wei Jingshu and Wen Yining went to the bases of Juzhou and Hezhou to inform the top leaders of the two continents that any company that did not want to undergo closed training could withdraw and they would not force it.

Xi Yuelou, Fu Xianzhi and Mu Qingshan kept a close eye on the border cities and secretly made some arrangements for troop deployments.

The old swordsman is in the middle to coordinate and oversee the overall situation.

Messages are sent to various places one after another. The formation master will take action first. The star attraction formation in the Dingzhou area will be opened one by one and gradually become stronger invisibly.

After everyone left, the old sword master rubbed his forehead, facing the huge feng shui map hanging in the hall, he stared in deep thought, not knowing when and where the black spirit would launch a fierce counterattack. The only thing to be thankful for was that Mei Yuanjian had spotted the opportunity first.

They had a preliminary response strategy so that they would not be in a rush to fight, waste lives in a desperate struggle, and ultimately find it was a futile effort.

The eight thousand elite fourth-level monks trained by Zhu Zongshan will be the key to victory or defeat.

When to get involved will affect the entire direction of the battlefield.

"Senior Yan, Senior Wei asked someone to pass on an item to you."

The voice of Lord Jin of Bianyuan City came from outside: "It is very important and cannot be delayed, so I am sorry to bother you."

The old swordsman said "Oh" in surprise. Wei Jingshu had just walked away for less than half a minute when he said, "Bring it in."

Lord Jincheng held an ordinary spiritual wooden box in his hand, walked into the hall, and handed the item out with both hands.

The old sword master waved his hand to let Lord Jin go down. He casually opened the unsealed box, and inside was a foot-long ancient sword with radiant light. "Zheng!", the ancient sword turned into a stream of light as fast as lightning and shot up into the sky, trying to escape.

"Nice sword! Where are you going?"

The powerful sword energy of the old sword master was drawn by an ancient sword. He laughed and stretched out his hand to grab the air suddenly.

Lord Jin had walked less than ten feet when he suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand on end and he felt as if there were thorns on his back.

When he looked back hurriedly, he saw that the old sword saint had thrown away the empty wooden box. With one hand, he made a gesture to seal the entire hall, and with the other hand, he stretched out his hand and made a colorful light flash in the air. It circled, jumped and moved in the air, escaping from the old sword saint's hands several times.

"Haha, where did Old Wei get such a spiritual ancient sword? He is deliberately trying to embarrass me."

The old sword master was in a very good mood. His swordsmanship skills would be improved by as much as 20% if he could recover and refine the sword. It was really a timely help.

After seven or eight attempts, and using the power of the seal to limit the speed of the ancient sword, the old swordsman finally caught the small sword.

The crystal jade ancient sword was still jumping in the palm of his hand, trying to break free from its restraints and escape.

The old sword master was overjoyed. He looked at the two ancient characters "Cangsheng" vaguely appearing on the back of the ancient sword. He felt that this sword was very compatible with him. He smiled and said, "Good, good, the sword will be named "Cangsheng". Fight for the people of the world." He ordered, "Yinong, bring the man who delivered the sword here. I will ask him and reward him handsomely."

City Lord Jin bowed and accepted the order, and hurried out. After a moment, he returned and said apologetically, "Reporting to Senior Yan, the young Taoist who sent the sword has left. I asked the monks on duty outside the hall, but none of them noticed his whereabouts."

The old swordsman couldn't help stroking the back of the sharp ancient sword, feeling the active spirituality, and said casually: "Send the sword Taoist boy away... since you have left, forget it. I will send a message to Old Wei later... wait."

He suddenly reacted, looked at City Lord Jin, and asked, "Send the sword boy to dress as a Taoist priest?"

"Yes, he is very handsome, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and has the cultivation level of the second floor."

Lord Jincheng replied.

The old sword master flashed out of the hall, flew into the air, and released his spiritual sense over a large area.

Within the city area of ​​100 miles, there is no young man dressed as a Taoist priest.

The person is long gone.

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(End of this chapter)