Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 486: Winning to the End

"Master Wu Rong also doesn't want the Shinto sect in Zhoushan to fall into chaos and invite the intervention of external forces. He has been trying his best to deal with it. If you can agree to such harsh conditions, he will be happy to serve as a notary for both parties of the challenge and put an end to the chaos in Qingyao Mountain as soon as possible."

Lin Sanren felt relieved and said with a smile.

He didn't care what Xu Yuanchang was planning behind the scenes, nor did he care about the life and death of both parties in the challenge.

Qingyao Mountain was divided up and only an empty shell was left, but it was none of his business.

Recently, he and Mu Xiaoxiao have been running around separately, putting aside their pride to mediate, saying a lot of good and bad things. They just want to wait until the challenge is completed in twenty or thirty years, which will be considered as fulfilling a favor, and they don't want any more twists and turns.

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists in thanks, spoke for a while, and then left without staying long.

Mu Xiaoxiao escorted them out of the mountain gate and warned them in a voice transmission: "The means you prepare to deal with the challenge should preferably be related to the way of gods, such as divine symbols, divine formations, divine thunder and the like. Don't let those two old guys catch you and regret it. There are also some details that I will try my best to help you improve and gain some advantages."

She was worried that the challenge would fail, which would affect Xu Yuanchang's condition.

Four hundred years is not a long time. It is extremely difficult to break through the bottleneck of Kadon's state of mind, improve his cultivation to the late eighth floor, and then seek the opportunity to transform into a Taoist, condense the original power, and complete the transformation from the eighth floor to the ninth floor.

Otherwise, because the little guy is the disciple of an experienced person, it would be a nightmare-level goal that is almost impossible to achieve.

Xu Yuanchang nodded and said in a voice transmission: "Thank you for your thoughtful consideration, uncle. We will pay attention to it."

He knew that neither of them was optimistic about his nephew accepting the challenge. After all, Xu Shengtian had only been promoted to the eighth level for a short time and lacked brutal training. How could he possibly fight against an old cultivator who had experienced more than five thousand years of life and death?
Even if his nephew could inherit a semi-immortal weapon from Senior Wu Luo, it would take time to refine, nurture, and become familiar with the semi-immortal weapon.

What is lacking now is time. Wu Luo is about to run out of energy and will not live for much longer.

The other party will only make targeted challenge conditions if he thinks he is dead.

Later, the two old monsters, Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng, would find a way to lend a semi-immortal weapon to the challenger they designated for the sake of face, and they would not lack other powerful talismans, magic formations, magic thunders and the like.

After returning to Dengxian Temple, Xu Yuanchang was not in a hurry to meet Gu Yunzhu. He walked into the quiet room of his residence in Bailingu alone.

Calling out the Fire Spirit that was lying on the altar of Creation with its arms and legs spread out, Xu Yuanchang looked at the little fellow who was now able to completely control his body temperature and breath. After absorbing a trace of the essence of the fire breath of the Ya beast, the Fire Spirit's strength was significantly improved.

After communicating with the fire spirit for a while, he asked it to be loaned to Xu Shengtian for a period of time to help Shengtian succeed in the challenge.

The fire spirit spewed out a string of colorful spark bubbles to express its opinion.

It rarely shows up in public and will not object to the owner's arrangements, but there is one thing it does not want to be loaned out for too long. No nest is as good as its own "altar nest", and it is not used to sleeping outside.

Xu Yuanchang reached out and touched the fluffy little creature, saying, "It won't be loaned out for too long. You must not slack off and try to improve your strength as much as possible."

He took out a sealed jade bottle, wiped off the seal with the rune, and poured out a ray of crystal light that was invisible to the naked eye.

The air around was slightly fluctuating and the temperature was rising sharply.

He collected the original fire power of the beast that attacked him. He used the Altar of Creation to refine and eliminate the obsession and soul power in it, leaving only pure energy. With the current eighth-level cultivation level of the Fire Spirit, he was just able to absorb and comprehend it.

Sparks immediately appeared in the fire spirit's eyes, and it took in the crystal clear source of power that its master threw at it.

Xu Yuanchang put the fire essence into the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring, opened the door of the quiet room and walked out, and the next moment he appeared outside Qingping Hall.

Gu Yunzhu had spent most of his time in Qingping Hall these days, discussing and verifying several new pill recipes with Zeng Lao. Seeing that the sect leader walked into the hall with a normal look, he stood up and asked, "How is the discussion going?"

Mr. Zeng waved his hand and asked all the maids and boys to go out.

After Xu Yuanchang sat down, he briefly recounted the situation, emphasizing the conditions proposed by the two old monsters.

Gu Yunzhu frowned and said, "You can give up the secret realm, treasure house and the like. The material possessions are not important. Can I accept the challenge instead?"

Xu Yuanchang signaled the usually calm and serene woman to stay calm, waved his hand to summon the fire spirit, and ordered: "Turn yourself into a fire beast and see."

There was a flash of bright red fire in the sky, and the fire spirit turned into a fire crow with colorful feathers. Its eyes emitted an enchanting golden-red light. It spread its wings and let out a sharp cry, and fire rain fell down.

Before the fire rained down to the ground, everything disappeared without a trace.

The Fire Crow folded its wings and instantly transformed into a majestic flaming tiger. A fierce gale suddenly blew up in the hall.

"Okay, okay, you are quite capable, you can transform into anything."

Xu Yuanchang stopped the fire spirit from imitating the tiger roar to offer treasures in time, and smiled as he put the little guy into the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring.

Zeng Wanglou's eyelids twitched and he pinched off two of his beards. Even the Fire Spirit had advanced to the eighth level. Dengxian Temple already had six eighth-level masters. This was cause for celebration.

He has to catch up.

Gu Yunzhu understood what the sect leader meant, and an uncontrollable look of joy appeared on her face.

The two old monsters, Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng, had miscalculated. They had not expected that their senior brother would have an eighth-level fire spirit as a spirit pet to help him. The difficulty of life and death in accepting the challenge suddenly became clear.

If the rules do not prohibit it, it is considered permitted. If they have the ability, they can also borrow an eighth-level spirit pet to try?
Suddenly he remembered something and said, "Didn't Mu Xiaoxiao remind me to get involved with Shinto?"

Xu Yuanchang smiled and said with confidence: "Think of a way to get a chance to enter the secret realm from the ghost world, let the fire spirit and Shengtian stay together for two hundred years, improve their strength and strengthen their cooperation, let the fire spirit devour a few Shinto treasures, be contaminated with Shinto aura, and it will have no problem dealing with the challenge."

Gu Yunzhu bowed in admiration, the sect leader had considered everything.

Wu Luo has lost his power and is barely surviving. The ghost world is no longer going to lend a face to rent out the secret realm. She knows that the sect leader will have to find a solution from other aspects.

That afternoon, Gu Yunzhu quietly went to Zhoushan area.

She had to discuss many things with her senior brother, and he had to seek Wu Luo's opinion.

Half a month later, Xu Yuanchang received a message from Mu Xiaoxiao, informing him that he had reached a behind-the-scenes agreement with Nan and Yu, and that Monk Wu Rong would serve as a witness for the duel in Qing Yao Mountain. He was told to go ahead and prepare, and not to worry about any trouble in Qing Yao Mountain.

That night, Xu Yuanchang cast a spell in the Yin Gathering Formation to summon the shadow of the Hades Fish, and used the breath of the divine mist as a sacrifice to ask the Hades Fish to convey the message on his behalf.

At midnight on the second day, Xu Yuanchang received the token brought back by Mingyu. He sent Mingyu away and activated the token. Yin energy rolled over the Yin Gathering Formation, and soon Chang Wuhui's sharp and unpleasant laughter filled his ears.

"You finally remembered your elder brother... eh!"

Seeing that Old Ghost Chang was like a duck being strangled by the neck, staring with a pair of ghostly eyes in astonishment, Zeng Wanglou laughed and said, "Old Ghost, have you never seen an eighth-rank great power? Look at how useless you are." Chang Wuhui rolled his eyes and glanced at his old rival. He could not compare to the inhuman brother Xu, but he was not much worse than Old Man Zeng. He sneered, "Old Ghost Zeng, we are the same, both are the same."

Zhu Zongshan, who was specially called, knelt down and paid homage.

The upper realm is different from the Thousand Square Realm. There are many concerns. The ancestor has advised us to meet as little as possible unless absolutely necessary.

After ascending to the upper realm for more than three hundred years, this was the second time that Zhu Zongshan met the ancestor.

Chang Wuhui stretched out his hand to help up his descendant who was no less advanced than him. He looked at Brother Xu who was smiling and saluting as usual, sighed, and said, "You have become successful, but don't forget that your elder brother suffered in the underworld. Sigh, I can't understand how you cultivated and jumped to the top of the mountain in just a few steps."

Xu Yuanchang smiled and said, "There is indeed a benefit that I would like to share with you, brother."

Zeng Wanglou took out a three-foot wooden box with a seal on it and deliberately warned him, "Old ghost, be careful. Don't let the rare treasure blind you."

Chang Wuhui took the box carelessly, wiped off the seal, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing? You are so mysterious and you are bullying me because I have never seen the world..."

As he opened the lid of the box, a fiery red spiritual medicinal herb that looked like a pile of rocks appeared inside, emitting a scorching heat that seemed to burn him severely.

"Snap", he quickly closed the lid of the box and used his fingers to quickly draw a few sealing symbols on the surface of the box.

"The Fire Yun Ganoderma is at least four thousand years old. Wow, where did you get such a rare and excellent medicine? A whole tube. Haha, you are such a great brother. I am lucky to have benefited from it."

Chang Wuhui couldn't help but be happy. It was impossible for the underworld to produce such a precious yang medicine. However, only the "harmony of yin and yang" could be used to refine the elixir that aided in the breakthrough. Not only him, but even the eighth-level old ghosts needed it as well.

Zeng Wanglou said disdainfully, "What are you looking at me with such a look at a six thousand year old Huo Yun Lingzhi?"

Throw over a list of medicinal materials, brothers are brothers, transactions are transactions, and both sides have always shared what they have.

He and Gu Yunzhu studied for three months and reached an agreement on one of the pill formulas.

Of course, we have to find a way to get the missing few special extremely yin medicinal ingredients from the ghost world.

Chang Wuhui took the list, glanced at it, and said, "Don't worry, we will be able to buy this batch of medicinal materials within ten years." He then asked, "Anything else?"

The six thousand year old Fire Yun Ganoderma Lucidum was too precious. It was absolutely in short supply in the ghost world and was a rare commodity. The herbs he bought were not enough to offset half of it. He guessed that the two of them wanted his help with something.

Xu Yuanchang told Old Ghost Chang directly that his nephew needed to enter the secret realm of the ghost world to practice for two hundred years.

Chang Wuhui chuckled, put the Fire Yun Ganoderma into his pocket with confidence, and said, "I'll give you an answer within a month."

I thought it was a very troublesome and difficult task. Compared with the preciousness of the Fire Yun Ganoderma, guiding three or two eighth-level cultivators from the upper realm into the secret realm of accelerated time to practice is not worth mentioning.

He has been hanging around in the reincarnation ghost world for more than a thousand years. He learned lessons from the lower world, deliberately established his own power, expanded the opportunities of ghost veins, and became close friends with a seventh-level mysterious ghost who was in charge of the secret realm of Youluo House.

Chang Wuhui conveyed a few words of advice to Zhu Zongshan and then returned to the ghost world.

Every day Xu Yuanchang read his jade slip notes, practiced making talismans, and leisurely visited various mountains.

By the way, send Zeng Lao, Wen Yining and Moro to the blessed land and let them collect medicinal herbs for a month, and then bring them back when the time comes.

Half a month later, Chang Wuhui contacted Xu Yuanchang through Mingyu.

At midnight, Xu Yuanchang met with Chang Laogui for a cup of tea, took over the token from Youluo House, and finalized some details.

Early the next morning, Xu Yuanchang traveled directly to Qingyao Mountain in Zhoushan Domain, 500 miles away, and sent a message. When he arrived at the mountain gate, Yu Fengwu was already waiting for him.

"Senior Wu Luo is so miserable."

Yu Fengwu met the sect master and entered the mountain gate. On the way to the main peak, he expressed his feelings through voice transmission.

Her master had taught her the secret method of how to cultivate sword clones, but after seeing the tragic plight of Senior Wu Luo who suffered from the backlash of his clones, she would definitely not take the path of merging three clones into one to reach the tenth level of sword realm in the future.

When she believed she had the confidence to ascend, she would rather overcome the tribulation at the peak of the ninth level.

The two men did not talk for long before they reached the top of Qingyao Peak. Xu Yuanchang did not see Wu Luo, who no longer wanted to see anyone, and had a secret conversation with his nephew, Gu Yunzhu, and Yu Fengwu in a side hall for an hour.

He agreed to give his nephew a month to prepare, then he would accompany his nephew to the Youluo House in the ghost world.

After his third uncle left, Xu Shengtian went to the back mountain and saw his master, who looked like a skeleton, sitting cross-legged on a cushion in a simple thatched cottage. About two feet in front of his master, on the mud ground, grew a three-inch-tall sapling.

There are only three leaves, but divine power lingers around them.

Xu Shengtian sat down on a cushion beside him, seemingly oblivious to the foul smell of decay emanating from his master. He told his master the result of his uncle's communication with the ghost world, and then said, "Master, you must hold on for twenty years until your disciple returns from the ghost world."

Wu Luo grinned with an ugly smile, without opening his eyes, and said, "Don't worry, I will wait for you to come back before I die."

He sighed slightly in his heart. The two old fellows, Nan and Yu, with whom he had a friendship of seven or eight thousand years, actually took advantage of his misfortune and plotted against Qing Yaoshan behind his back. He asked himself if he had done anything wrong to the two old fellows.

Fortunately, he accepted a disciple who suited his taste.

For his life and death, he must be able to hold on at the critical moment.

He really couldn't accept this. The friendships in this world were thinner than paper. Did he owe the world too much, or was it the fate of "when the wall falls, everyone pushes it" that made him unable to rest in peace even when he died?
"Remember to bring the 'Shocking Spirit Thorn' that your master gave you. You have two hundred years to cultivate and nurture it. You can barely use one-third of its power. The one who challenges you must be one of Yu Zhengyang and Hu Zizhi."

"While you still have energy, I will tell you about their magical powers and their flaws. Then you can kill them for me. You are a traitor and have wasted my years of training."

Wu Luo cursed a few times and analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of the two men in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

The hero is old and the beauty is aged, and these two are the most unbearable things in the world.

Xu Shengtian suppressed the bitterness in his heart and listened carefully to his master's advice.

A month later, Xu Yuanchang had already brought the three Zeng elders back from the blessed land, and refined all the collected medicinal herbs. Then he arrived at Qingyao Mountain, cast a spell at night, and arrived at Youluo House in the ghost world of reincarnation with his nephew.

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(End of this chapter)