Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 459: Suppressing Gu Du
After saying goodbye to Master Sanzhou, Xu Yuanchang came out of Baozhou Temple and walked aimlessly in the mountains and forests.

He carefully recalled his master's teachings, words and deeds, the people he had met, the things he had experienced, and the more than twenty years that Elder Wu had spent on the road. He pondered over each and every one of them, trying to find a vague clue hidden among them.

The master’s work goes deep into the mind, and his efforts are made in the invisible and traceless.

After sorting it out several times, he roughly grasped a few key points. The master once said to Mu Xiaoxiao, "A thousand years later, beyond the nine heavens." There are only seven hundred years left from now. The master intends to mediate and resolve the grievances between Ye Changmeng and Mu Xiaoxiao and others, all for the unknown thing beyond the nine heavens.

He knew that he had long been involved in it, and had been forced to found a sect and develop his own power. He was afraid that even the reincarnation of Elder Wu was unknown to him... It was very likely.

Xu Yuanchang suddenly stopped and the black cat that was following him almost bumped into its owner's calf.

The night is deep, the stars are twinkling, and summer insects are chirping in the grass.

In the past, he had always been vaguely reluctant to take risks or take the initiative to take on responsibilities, but now he suddenly understood that "to be a sage or saint, one must accumulate merit internally and practice externally, only then can one attain the status of an immortal." It turns out that one needs to strive for "merit" by oneself, and it is likely that the opportunity to do so will only be three or four times.

The two wisps of breeze floating in the spiritual space, ignoring each other, quietly swirled and merged as his state of mind improved further.

Xu Yuanchang closed his eyes and turned into nothingness, disappearing on the spot. His enlightenment on the way of emptiness and tranquility deepened.

The black cat yawned lazily, and the insects in the grass made its ears twitch.

The black cat, unable to bear it any longer, let out a hint of murderous intent.

In an instant, the wilderness of several miles became as silent as death, and my ears were quiet.

Master Sanzhou, who was thousands of miles away, looked through the dark Zen room and saw all the changes in the Taoist priest carrying a basket. He couldn't help showing a trace of envy on his ugly old face, and said to himself: "That kid has great comprehension. If he can comprehend the 'self', he will be promoted to a higher level in no time. Alas, why is it so difficult for me to accept a disciple who is intelligent, knows Zen, and is from the demon clan? God is really blind."

The old monk muttered a few words and then simply closed his eyes.

Out of sight, out of mind. I hope that in the next two hundred years, a disciple who meets my requirements will come to me.

He was really too lazy to go out into the secular world. Although he was "favored" by heaven, he had to live under someone else's roof, which caused him many inconveniences.

Running underground didn't have much of an impact, but the ones who were nervous were the old ghosts.

At dawn, the fresh sunlight filtered through the sparse tree trunks and shone onto a black ball lying in the grass. The mist in the air nearby reflected a glittering colorful light. Xu Yuanchang's figure gradually became clear, his face as smooth as jade. The strange vision subsided, and he kicked the lazy cat with his foot.

"gone."

He no longer needed to continue his long journey. He could work hard for one night and come out of his returning to the dusty state.

There is an invisible breeze lingering around me, and there is an infinite bright moon in my heart.

He has regained his former godlike appearance.

He picked up the black cat that was standing up, bending its back and stretching, and put it into his sleeve.

Xu Yuanchang pinched his fingers to activate the Fantasy Fairy Ring, and the ring emitted a mysterious golden light, which transformed into gorgeous and intricate runes that floated down to him, and his figure disappeared into the wilderness grassland.

A moment later, Xu Yuanchang arrived outside the dark and desolate Qiyuntai blessed land.

Compared to the embarrassment he experienced when he first came here, he has now mastered the spell-casting process and shortened it further.

Xu Yuanchang did not open the passage. It was not time to settle accounts with Gu Du yet. He restored his original appearance, put away the backpack, looked up at the seven spectacular planets circling, waited for a long time, and once again activated the Fantasy Fairy Technique. With a flash of golden light, he disappeared without a trace.

At noon, Xu Yuanchang walked into the gate of Dengxian Temple with a smile, greeted by the disciples on duty.

When I go on a long journey, a whole decade will pass.

There are several new high-level people who ascended from the lower realm in Dengxian Temple. In addition to Zhu Zongshan, there are Zeng Shanlang, Meng Yiyi, Tang Yijian, Mu Qingshan and Xiao Ang of the demon clan.

In the main hall of Dushan Mountain, Xu Yuanchang greeted and congratulated everyone, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Wen Yining is still secretly protecting Nie Xiaomeng in Liuyun Continent of Liuyun Domain. Yu Fengwu has been in Yuxu Domain for more than a hundred years and has no news. He will not return in the short term. Bai Yi and Yu She have also gone to Yuxu Domain for training. They will not stay for too long.

Gu Yunzhu, Xu Shengtian and Xueli went to the Great Wilderness Mountain Area.

After the banquet, Zeng Shanlang, Meng Yiyi and Tang Yijian followed the sect leader to Bailin Valley to talk.

Liu Xianfeng stroked the black cat that she had caught, smiling like a little fox that had stolen a chicken, and took the black cat to see the exquisite mountain nest that had been prepared decades ago.

"After me, no one in Qianfang Dingzhou will ascend within the next four to five hundred years."

Tang Yijian was the last cultivator to successfully ascend among these people. Ten years ago, he risked his life to reach the upper realm. After many twists and turns, he found Dengxian Temple and said with deep emotion: "Resources are scarce. It is increasingly difficult for future generations to improve their cultivation to the late stage of the sixth floor. Some of the treasure resources that have been sealed are only enough to train a group of talents to break through to the sixth floor to prepare for the next opening of the dark world gate."

"Before me, Wu Zhe, Zhang Wang, Mei Yuanjian, Lan Ying'er and others all failed to survive the tribulation. Lan Ying'er was just a little bit short. At the critical moment, her state of mind became problematic. She said, 'The heartless will eventually be burdened by the affectionate.' She fell in the mental tribulation caused by the thunder tribulation. It's such a pity."

There are also many cultivators he did not mention, like Hei Xiayi, Song Shuqian, Xue Chunni, Bian Qiuyan and others. Although they have also advanced to the sixth floor, they hit a bottleneck in the early stages and it is almost impossible for them to cultivate to perfection in the later stages.

Xu Yuanchang looked gloomy. Ever since Zhu Zongshan ascended to the upper realm, he had lost contact with the lower realm.

Nor could he ask Chang Wuhui to transfer elixirs and treasures to him.

He knew that the tribulation was cruel, but he did not expect that Senior Sister Lan's practice of the "Wuxin Sword" would leave hidden dangers, which eventually led to her death.

The bright smile of Senior Brother Yin and the gentle and calm face of Senior Sister Lan appeared before my eyes.

The lake of my heart is rippling, the old friend is gone, and we will never meet again.

There was silence in the pavilion for a while, and the wind was whistling in the sky.

"How is Dong Xing?"

"Before my disciple ascended, Junior Brother Dong heard the news and rushed to see him off. At that time, he had just been promoted to the sixth level. He ridiculed himself for his bumpy road to cultivation, but he was very open-minded and traveled abroad for many years. It is said that he accidentally went to the ghost market and deliberately traveled to other lower realms. It took him more than a hundred years to return to the Qianfang Realm."

Zeng Shanlang heard the master asking about his junior brother, so he took out a letter and handed it to the master with both hands, saying, "Junior brother Dong has no fixed place to live. He refused the elixirs and treasures I left for him, saying that they were not needed. He practiced your teachings, 'Everything is practice, don't let the complexity and greed blind your eyes'. The magical powers he realized are strange and I can't understand them."

Xu Yuanchang nodded, opened the envelope and read several pages of the letter.

Dong Xing knew that his chances of successfully surviving the catastrophe and ascending to heaven were slim, so this was considered a farewell to his master. Most of the article was about his experiences of traveling, his original aspirations, etc.

"Hasn't the reincarnation of Grandmaster Xi Yuelou been found?"

Xu Yuanchang asked, and after sending letters several times, he specifically instructed Zeng Shanlang to mobilize people to search for him.

Zeng Shanlang frowned and shook his head: "We have searched all the seven continents of Qianfang Realm and many islands, but we haven't found the reincarnation of the old master. After we ascend, Aunt Meng and Uncle Xue will continue to send people to search for him."

Hearing her aunt mentioned, Meng Yiyi's expression dimmed a little. Her aunt took the top-grade elixir specially refined by the ancestor of the Zeng family, and completed the transformation into a mortal realm three times, and advanced to the sixth floor with great difficulty. Before she ascended to heaven, she left all the remaining elixirs to her aunt.

Without a large supply of top-grade elixirs in the future, it would be difficult for her aunt to reach the late stage of the sixth level.

With her talent, she relied on a lot of elixirs to build up her cultivation to the late sixth level, but her sword realm was stuck at the fifth level without any progress. If she had not gone through the heavenly tribulation with her husband, who bore most of the power of the double heavenly tribulation, she would have had no chance of surviving alone. Zeng Shanlang took out another letter and said, "Master Qianmian failed to become a mortal three times. He said that he would not waste the elixirs you sent and would leave them for his descendants."

Xu Yuanchang took the letter, opened it and read it silently. Qianmian spoke in a free and easy manner in the letter, and had seen through life and death. He only made a small request at the end, which was that if Heixiayi succeeded in ascending in the future, he would ask him to take care of him.

Calculating the time, Qianmian’s lifespan is almost exhausted.

He sighed silently, collected his thoughts, and chatted with everyone about what happened after coming to the upper realm.

A dark shadow flashed, and the lazy tiger appeared at his feet with messy hair.

Liu Xianfeng flew over with a smile and shouted, "Lazy cat, why are you running? Where can you run to? Come and play with me obediently. The young master is usually very busy and can't take care of you."

When the lazy tiger saw that its owner was unwilling to lend a helping hand, it simply burrowed into the ground and ran away.

Liu Xianfeng was so angry that she started to huff and pout, and then she dug into the ground and chased after him.

For the next three years, Xu Yuanchang stayed in the sect to handle some important matters and assist Master Zeng in refining medicinal herbs and materials.

Gu Yunzhu, Xu Shengtian, and Xue Li also returned to the sect from the Seven Star Mountain in the Great Wilderness Mountain Area.

After saying hello to Liu Xianfeng, Mr. Zeng and his nephew, Xu Yuanchang announced to the public that he would go into seclusion.

He appeared outside the desolate Qiyuntai blessed land, and after a day of regulating his breathing, he recovered the lost magic power and was in the best condition. Then he pinched his fingers to open a deep passage and slowly walked into the blessed land.

"Hey, kid, your master has been waiting for you for a long time, and you finally show up."

A vague and eerie voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and a huge pressure, as if tangible, surrounded Xu Yuanchang who was standing on the top of the mountain from all sides.

Gu Du, dressed in a bright Taoist robe, quietly appeared from three hundred feet away in the air, looked at the "traitor" who came to his door with a sinister look, and said: "What other tricks do you have? Feel free to use them. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

Xu Yuanchang held a three-foot bronze tablet in his right hand, which was shining with precious light and extremely eye-catching.

He swiped his left hand around him, sword light flashed, and there was a sound like tearing silk, and the pressure that Gu Du used to restrict his speed was broken.

"Gu Du, your tricks are not good enough."

The three-inch flying sword that he hid in his left hand using an illusion was a self-defense item given to him by the sword immortal Gao Jian. Even though it had lost the ray of sword spirit left by the sword immortal and could not be released to kill the enemy, the sword body was cracked and seemed to shatter at the slightest touch, but in fact it could still be used as an extremely sharp treasure.

The flying sword refined by the sword immortal is no less than a semi-immortal weapon.

The quality is still extremely high. As for when it will break, it depends on the extent of its use.

"Boy, stop being so arrogant!"

Gu Du snorted coldly, and countless cold rays flashed, surrounding and stabbing Xu Yuanchang out of thin air. "Bang", the afterimage exploded.

Almost at the same time, a huge bronze tablet appeared in the air. The two characters "Zhen" attracted the power of heaven and earth, like two transparent mountains, surrounded by four-color light.

As soon as Xu Yuanchang broke the pressure, he used the breeze to escape silently.

He repeatedly simulated various enemy situations and attacked by surprise.

During their first fight, he noticed that Gu Du seriously lacked experience in fighting enemies, but he still could not be careless.

Otherwise, if Gudu suffers a loss and escapes, the same tactics won't work later, and it will be basically impossible to deal with Gudu again.

Gu Du's figure faded and disappeared. He had fought twice with that cunning boy and learned his lesson. He used his cultivation advantage to temporarily avoid the opponent's attack. The bronze tablet gave him a very dangerous feeling.

Suddenly there was a strange breeze.

Three miles away, Gu Du was forced to reveal his figure. He hated the purple aura very much.

"Suppression!"

Following Xu Yuanchang's long shout.

The two complex characters "镇" gathered momentum to their peak, and in a flash, they enveloped Gu Du, who had escaped from the breeze.

A huge bronze monument as big as a mountain fell from the sky with an unreasonable force. With a "bang", the angrily cursing Gu Du, who was exuding a gloomy aura, was pressed heavily to the ground.

"Asshole, just wait for me, open it for me!"

Gu Du was pressed into the ground and felt very uncomfortable. He struggled to resist with his enormous magical power.

It was obvious that his cultivation was much higher than that boy's, but he was restricted from the very beginning, which made him so angry that he was fuming.

Not hesitating to consume the original magic power.

Feeling the rock-hard ground nearby crack and spread far away, the pressure on him loosened a little. He was overjoyed and quickly used his strength to hit the bronze tablet above, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Boy, you can't escape, open the door for me!"

"Boom!" Gravel on the ground splashed and dust rose up.

Xu Yuanchang responded calmly and wrote the word "Soul" on the stele with his fingers, stroke by stroke. He spent many years practicing his writing speed to become proficient, and suffered a lot for this. He finally completed the last stroke before Gu Du made his third effort. A cold light flashed from the bronze stele, and the stele suddenly pressed down, and a scream came from underground.

All traces of cracks disappeared.

Xu Yuanchang flew around to the other side of the bronze stele and continued to use his fingers as a pen and the power of emptiness and tranquility as ink. Sweat oozes from his forehead as he writes the second word "soul" with great effort.

"Boy, how about we both take a step back? Even if you have a treasure, you can't suppress me for too long."

"Let's keep our distance from each other from now on. We can swear an oath to this effect."

Gu Du made a dull and compromising sound from underground, and burst out his magic power to hit the bronze stele fiercely again and again. The entangled colorful light made him more and more uncomfortable, and he felt that his life was hanging by a thread.

Xu Yuanchang turned a deaf ear and focused on writing the word "soul". He felt that time was passing particularly slowly.

Every stroke of the pen was powerful, quickly draining away the magic power and soul power from his body.

Finally, before he could no longer continue, he completed the second soul character.

"Bang", a cold crystal light shot out from the ground and hit the Taoist priest who was floating near the monument in the air.

"Go to hell!"

Gu Du roared with pleasure, but the next moment, he let out a scream of horror, and his entire body was dragged into the bronze tablet space by an irresistible force. He was suppressed by the omnipresent darkness.

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(End of this chapter)