Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 489: The Poison of the Soul-Losing Curse

Xu Yuanchang suddenly stood up, flashed out of the magic glass mirror space, put the small silver mirror floating in the quiet room into his sleeve, took the communication flying sword handed by his clone and took a look at it.

Gu Yunzhu specifically sent him a message, asking him to escort Wen Yining and Zeng Lao to Qingyao Mountain.

Then Yu Fengwu’s injury must be very serious and troublesome.

After learning from his clone that his retreat had taken almost ten years, Xu Yuanchang put away his clone, took a step forward, and in the next moment was outside Qingping Hall. He first sent a message to Wen Yining, the head of the Physician Hall, to say hello.

A monk on duty led the sect leader to the back mountain, where they saw Master Zeng flipping through a book in the alchemy room.

"The sect master is here, hahahaha, I have successfully refined a furnace of Huo Yun Creation Pills."

Zeng Wanglou's face was filled with joy. He stretched out his finger and gestured "two", meaning that two top-grade pills had come out. This was the highest-grade pill he could currently refine, between the seventh and eighth grades. It would be of great use to Dengxianguan in his future efforts to enter the Dao and advance to the eighth level.

Of course, the waste of precious medicinal materials made him feel very painful.

It was only because of his deep financial resources that the leader, who was a hands-off boss, let him try, which gave him full confidence and courage.

"Congratulations, Mr. Zeng, you have worked hard and made great contributions. Your mood seems to have improved."

Xu Yuanchang said with a smile: "When we have some free time, let's go to the medicine garden again. You are a capable person and should not be afraid of wasting spiritual medicine. Those guys are all waiting for you to feed them ready-made medicine."

Zeng Wanglou was in a very good mood. He had various high-level elixirs to research and refine, and he didn't want to be idle for a moment. He said, "It's not hard. Alchemists from other sects are always short of materials when they want to refine elixirs. Haha, they don't have the resources we have."

He knew that the Sect Master would not come to visit him for no reason, so he asked, "Sect Master, are you here for something important?"

Xu Yuanchang said: "Gu Yunzhu reported that Yu Fengwu had a fight with the Eighth Heaven Divine Daoist monk and was slightly injured. Please ask you and Hall Master Wen to go there."

Zeng Wanglou asked anxiously, "Is there anyone who said that he was injured by the 'divine poison', or the 'divine magic' or 'divine spell'?"

Alchemy and medicine are inseparable. He is proficient in alchemy, and is also good at using poisons and medical skills.

However, the focus is different later on, after all, our energy is limited.

Along with divination and weapon refining, they have been abandoned for many years.

Xu Yuanchang shook his head: "Gu Yunzhu didn't elaborate. Let's go, we'll be there soon."

Zeng Wanglou opened the secret cabinet and took out a dozen pill bottles. He prepared all kinds of pills. He went out with the sect leader and casually gave a few instructions to the disciples on duty. Then they flew to the stone platform in front of the hall, where Wen Yining was already waiting.

After a brief conversation, there was a flash of golden light, and the three men disappeared in an instant.

From the Qiyuntai blessed land, he arrived at an empty courtyard halfway up the Qingyao Peak. It was a resting place specially prepared for him by his nephew. It was convenient for him to come and go and it would not attract attention.

As I walked out of the yard, I saw a flash of fire towards me.

The fluffy fire spirit landed on Xu Yuanchang's shoulder, jumped twice in dissatisfaction, and sprayed out a string of colorful sparks, obviously blaming its owner for not coming to pick it up earlier.

Xu Yuanchang laughed. He deliberately left the Fire Spirit in Qingyao Mountain for a few years to help his nephew guard the empty sect.

He reached out and touched the fire spirit that had turned back into its round form. He said a few perfunctory words to comfort it, put the fire spirit into the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring, and greeted Gu Yunzhu who had come to greet him.

The four of them flew to the top of the mountain, and Xu Shengtian, dressed in black, came from the back mountain.

"Yu Zhengyang, the former head of Deyi Peak in Qingyao Mountain, has only 500 years left to live. After I dismissed him as the leader of Qingyao Mountain, he was not able to join Qingliang Mountain or Fuyuan Mountain as he wished. It was as if he was abandoned by those two old guys, Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng. So he simply took the thousands of remaining cultivators and founded a new sect, Deyi Sect, hoping to satisfy his desire to be the leader."

Xu Shengtian looked a little tired. He had been taking care of the sapling of the golden tree in the back mountain over the years, treating it as if it were his life.

For a hundred years, they dared not leave the main peak and had to use magic power to irrigate the saplings every day.

The assets of Qingyao Mountain had long been emptied, and there was no resource supply. The morale of the people in the remaining two peaks was also unstable. Fortunately, with the help of Junior Sister and Fairy Yu, they dealt with various complicated internal and external issues and gradually stabilized the sect's empty reputation.

During this period, many monks from the fifth and sixth levels passed away.

Among the monks who stayed behind, there must be some people with ulterior motives.

"Just this morning, Fairy Yu said goodbye and left. She said that she had an appointment with you, Third Uncle, and that she would just take it slow and steady in Qingyao Mountain and slowly develop and recover. But before she could fly to Qingyao City, she was ambushed by Yu Zhengyang and his men."

"Fairy Yu fought alone against many enemies, and killed three seventh-level thieves in succession. Yu Zhengyang saw that the situation was not good, and after using treasures to resist, he tried to escape underground. Fairy Yu used the flying sword given by her master to kill Yu Zhengyang who had escaped underground on the spot, but she was also tricked by Yu Zhengyang before he died, and the last masked eighth-level thief took the opportunity to escape."

"Fairy Yu sensed something was wrong and returned to Qingyao Mountain. Her injuries immediately flared up and she became dizzy. Junior Sister checked her body for multiple injuries but couldn't find the cause. It's not appropriate to make it public for the time being."

Xu Shengtian briefly recounted the whole process, looking quite guilty.

He led a few people into a courtyard, and Gu Yunzhu led Wen Yining and Zeng Lao to the backyard, while he accompanied his third uncle in the front hall waiting.

Xu Yuanchang asked, "Did you bring back the thief's body?"

"I brought them all back. Fairy Yu acted decisively, her sword was so cold and murderous that no trace of the corpse remained."

A hint of cruelty flashed across Xu Shengtian's face, and he said, "Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng are closely related to this matter. The masked thief who escaped must be someone they sent to assist."

Xu Yuanchang instructed, "Don't involve others in things without evidence. The Qingyao Mountain should be screened twice from top to bottom using the heart-searching technique. In troubled times, severe punishment should be used to find out the spies mixed in and kill them to serve as a warning to others. You should communicate well with the two remaining eighth-level elders in the sect. If they don't listen to advice or have other ideas, expel them from the sect. At worst, you can start from scratch. It's a blank paper to paint on. What's there to be afraid of?"

Xu Shengtian thought about it and nodded slowly. He suddenly had to take on a big responsibility, but he did not have the courage and experience of his third uncle.

At this moment, he made up his mind to carry out a thorough remediation of the sect.

Save the essence and start over.

We discussed and asked about some details carefully, and before we knew it, half an hour had passed.

Wen Yining, Zeng Lao and Gu Yunzhu returned to the front hall from the backyard, and all three of them looked unhappy.

"Feng Wu was hit by the Soul Loss Curse, a poison from the origin of Shinto."

Wen Yining said softly, "The Soul-Losing Curse is very fierce when it strikes. We must invite a ninth-level expert to remove the poison and treat it within seven days."

As the number one doctor in Dengxian Temple, she attached great importance to this honor. In recent years, she has been specializing in medicine, reading a lot of books and broadening her horizons. Through her interactions with Cheng Danxin of Lintianmen, she has participated in several gatherings of doctors from the Seven Regions and made the acquaintance of many like-minded people.

This was the first time she had seen the rumored ninth-level origin poison.

Xu Yuanchang immediately took out his flying sword and shot it at Mu Xiaoxiao and Lin Sanren respectively.

He himself had been poisoned by "Shen Shuai", which was also a poison from the origin of Shintoism. However, compared to the danger of the Loss of Souls Curse, Shen Shuai could only be considered a chronic poisoning, which could last for a hundred years. Zeng Wanglou reminded him, "The poison from the origin of the Loss of Souls Curse can only be refined by the masters of the Ninth Heaven Shintoism."

Xu Yuanchang nodded to indicate that he understood. The one who ordered Yu Zhengyang to use the Soul-Losing Curse to plot against Yu Fengwu must be one of the two old guys, Nan Yuhe or Yu Wusheng. They were too cruel.

In less than half an hour, Mu Xiaoxiao and Lin Sanren arrived at Qingyao Mountain one after another.

The two were extremely angry. Yu Fengwu was Gao Jianren's only disciple. With Gao Jianren's arrogant character, it was impossible for him to be entrusted to their care. But could they just turn a blind eye?

After checking on Yu Fengwu's injuries, Mu Xiaoxiao and Lin Sanren, accompanied by a few others, sat down in the front hall.

"We can't cure the poison of the Soul Loss Curse. Unless a cultivator from the Ninth Heaven of the Divine Path takes action, no one in the Seven Realms of the Upper Realm can cure the Soul Loss Curse. This thing penetrates deep into the soul and attacks too quickly. There is no way to slowly remove the poison."

Mu Xiaoxiao said angrily: "Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng will not help detoxify. The entire Upper Domain can only ask for help from one person now."

Xu Yuanchang asked hurriedly: "Who is it?"

The others all looked at Mu Xiaoxiao. It was the first time they knew that since Wu Luo's death, there was a third master of the ninth level of the Shinto in the seven realms of the upper realm. Even Xu Shengtian had never heard of him.

Lin Sanren frowned and said, "He is a hermit. I wonder if he is still living in seclusion in Dexianzhou in the Great Wilderness Mountain Region."

Mu Xiaoxiao added: "That guy has a weird temper, as if the entire Upper Realm owes him something, even the heavens owe him something. He has been isolated from the world for a long time. If we go to ask him for help, we will definitely fight."

The two talked for a long while, neither revealing the man's name.

Xu Yuanchang volunteered, "I'll give it a try." He added, "But you two need to talk to me about that person so I can understand his personality and needs better."

He had dealt with the two hermits and thought he had some experience with them.

If I don’t give it a try, will I just watch Yu Fengwu die?
Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at the others and said, "You are the only one who is suitable to go. As for whether you can succeed or not, it depends on God's will. If you still can't obtain the detoxification magic on the sixth day, I will let Feng Wu be freed and take a wisp of residual soul to the underworld."

Speaking of the latter, I feel quite helpless.

Even if I want to deal with Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng in the future, that will be a matter for the future.

Lin Sanren waved to Xu Shengtian and the others. After they all left, he waved his hand to set up restrictions.

"That person's lay name is 'Yin Zhiyuan'. He used to be an eighth-level cultivator of the Shinto sect 'Budaoshan' in Zhoushan Domain. It is said that he experienced an accident six thousand years ago and his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. After he was promoted to the ninth level, he announced that he would leave Budaoshan and become a Buddhist monk. His Buddhist name is 'Tongyuan'."

"Within a thousand years, Master Tongyuan left the temple again and traveled around the world, challenging people everywhere and rarely failing."

"More than three thousand years ago, a disaster of killing swept across the entire Seven Regions. It was Master Tongyuan who eliminated the disaster and quelled the storm. Since then, he has been living in seclusion in Dexianzhou in the Great Wilderness Mountain Region."

Mu Xiaoxiao finished her speech simply and said, "That's all."

Xu Yuanchang blinked and asked, "What happened to Master Tongyuan?"

Lin Sanren shook his head: "I don't know. Budao Mountain has long since declined and ceased to exist. No one knows what Tongyuan has experienced."

Xu Yuanchang then asked, "Have you two ever fought with Master Tongyuan? I have no other intentions, I just want to learn more, the more the better."

Lin Sanren sighed, "More than six thousand years ago, I had already broken through to the ninth floor, while Yin Zhiyuan, who was practicing in the Unbreakable Mountain, was still struggling in the eighth floor. Fifteen hundred years later, Tongyuan came to challenge me, and I was defeated in less than ten moves. Tongyuan laughed wildly and left. When Lao Jia heard about it, he found Tongyuan and fought him in the void. Lao Jia later spent a full hundred years healing from his injuries. He only said that the guy was powerful, but did not mention who won or lost."

Mu Xiaoxiao said self-deprecatingly: "He didn't challenge me."

Xu Yuanchang got to the bottom of it and asked, "Has Master Tongyuan ever competed with Senior Gao Jian?"

Lin Sanren thought for a moment and replied, "I'm not sure. I guess they have competed before. If they don't tell me, no one will know." He guessed what Xu Yuanchang meant and said, "I've never heard of anyone killing anyone when Tongyuan was sparring with others, except for hurtful words and ruthless actions."

Xu Yuanchang nodded and asked some more detailed questions.

A quarter of an hour later, Xu Yuanchang walked out of the front hall and left directly. He had to hurry.

In the hall, Lin Sanren asked, "Can he ask Tongyuan for the detoxification magic?"

Mu Xiaoxiao propped up her chin with her hand and said, "Maybe. He is the disciple of the old Taoist priest. It's okay to let him try. Tongyuan shouldn't make things difficult for him."

"I haven't heard that Tongyuan and the Taoist priest are friends?"

"Who knows."

……

It was already late at night when Xu Yuanchang arrived at Dexianzhou in the Great Wilderness Mountain Area.

He found his way to the "Xuan Yue Peninsula" in the northwest pointed out by Lin Sanren. Looking from the air, the mountains were covered with ice and snow, and it was desolate everywhere, with no human habitation in sight.

When he was traveling around the world, he visited Dexianzhou, rode his horse across Xuanyue Peninsula, and met several waves of passing monks.

He had never expected that there was a master living in seclusion here, and with his level of cultivation at that time, he couldn't find any clues at all.

After landing on the ground, I walked to the foot of a snowy mountain near the sea.

Xu Yuanchang did not dare to disturb him. He sat cross-legged in the snow, flipping through books and jade slips, and waited until dawn. Then he clasped his fists, bowed, and introduced himself: "Junior Xu Yuanchang, I would like to see Master Tongyuan."

After waiting for a long time, no one responded in the wilderness except the whistling cold wind.

Xu Yuanchang said again: "I am the disciple of Taoist Master Yanshan, a close friend of Master Sanzhou, and a close friend of Senior Wudi. I would like to see Master Tongyuan."

A cold laugh came from the air: "Even if Taoist Yanshan came in person, the old monk would not bother to see him."

Xu Yuanchang replied respectfully: "My master has already ascended to the immortal world, he can't come."

The ethereal voice came again: "Oh, your words are quite tough. Boy, who are you trying to scare by showing off the three old immortals? Tell me, what do you want from the old monk?"

Seems to be aroused a little interest.

Xu Yuanchang bowed again and said, "Senior Gao Jian's disciple was attacked by a villain and was poisoned by the Soul Loss Curse. I came here to ask Master Tongyuan for help."

He didn't know who Master Tongyuan was friendly with, so he had to sign up one by one to test it out.

Those who recluse don’t care about worldly affairs, but there must be old friends around, right?
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(End of this chapter)