Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 491: Tempering the Soul and Seeking Justice

The fire spirit transformed into a thick blanket and flew to the Wuxin Platform, carrying its severely injured master who smelled like barbecue.

"Remember the time. You must wake me up at this time tomorrow. I have to rush to Qingyao Mountain and use the magic talisman I begged for to help Feng Wu detoxify and save her life. Remember, remember!"

Xu Yuanchang sat cross-legged at a node on the high platform and whispered a few words to the fire spirit.

He was injured too badly, and relied on the medicinal properties of the top-grade life-extending pill to temporarily suppress the chaotic thunder power in his body.

The little fire spirit sprayed out a string of sparks and chirped a few times, urging its master to heal his wounds quickly.

Xu Yuanchang clasped his hands together and a thick purple mist surged from his body, with flashes of lightning leaping around.

He endured the pain and put aside all distracting thoughts, and in a short time he entered the most familiar state of tranquility.

He used his internal energy to sort out the chaotic magic power, and after practicing it over and over again, the magic power was like small streams that converged into branches and rivers, transporting various medicinal powers to nourish all parts of the body, and slowly eliminating the countless tiny lightning bolts in the body.

The charred blood stains on his body were shattered into powder, and it was horrifying to see that the bone injuries were recovering quickly.

There is a huge statue sitting cross-legged behind him, with his eyes closed, absorbing and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to help him recover.

Various energies gather on the Wuxin Platform, and mysterious fluctuations continue.

In just one day and one night, Xu Yuanchang's injuries had healed by 30%. He was awakened by the fire spirit. He changed out of his tattered seventh-level treasure clothes, cast a "cleansing spell" on himself, changed into a green Taoist robe, tied his hair into a bun, and tidied up his whole body to look brand new.

A piece of paper fell from the left sleeve of the tattered robe.

Xu Yuanchang's eyes fixed, and on the paper was written a line of unrestrained cursive script: "You kill the old thief Chikai, and I will repay you with the soul-quenching divine thunder."

The signature at the end is "Yin Zhiyuan", which is the secular name of Master Tongyuan.

Xu Yuanchang's mouth corners twisted slightly, revealing a helpless smile.

Next time you want to repay a favor or something like that, could you please tell me in advance?
He is a thorough worldly man who likes tangible treasures that can be seen and touched, such as semi-immortal weapons. The more the better, and he will never mind if they are hot.

It is easy to see that so many masters who are as fierce as wolves and tigers lack good weapons.

How could he know that Master Tongyuan and Chikai had a grudge against each other, otherwise he would have spread the news to the whole world.

More than 6,000 years ago, Chi Kai rebelled against Xuan Xiao Mountain, killing people so much that rivers of blood flowed inside and outside the mountain gate. He also fought two battles with the Shinto sect, causing countless casualties. This is related to the event that Yin Zhiyuan experienced an incident more than 6,000 years ago, in which he announced that he would leave Budao Mountain and become a Buddhist.

Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?
As for why Master Tongyuan lived in seclusion in Xuanyue Peninsula, how did he know that it was he who poisoned Chi Kai?
He guessed it had something to do with his old Taoist master who was addicted to cheating his disciples.

Only Master Tongyuan knows the specific details. I will go and talk to him after I recover from my injuries.

He actually likes making friends with super masters.

He carefully searched the tattered robes that he had taken off, but found nothing else. The old monk was so stingy, so couldn't he secretly give him a few treasures to compensate for his injured body and mind and make him smile?
After muttering a few words, he put the fire essence into the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring.

The little fire spirit joyfully went up to the lightning-filled altar of creation and rolled around, enjoying the benefits of the lightning tempering its body.

Xu Yuanchang activated the ring, a golden light flashed, and it flew through the void and landed in the courtyard halfway up Qingyao Peak.

I opened the gate and walked out, and saw Mu Xiaoxiao waiting at the door.

Mu Xiaoxiao could tell at a glance that Junior Brother Xu had experienced a baptism of being struck by divine thunder. Under his bright appearance, he could not conceal the chaotic thunder breath that permeated his body. She guessed that because of Monk Tongyuan's weirdness, Junior Brother Xu had suffered a lot.

Fortunately, Monk Tongyuan rarely kills people.

"Can you ask for the magic to detoxify me?"

"Ask for a magic talisman, burn it into magic water, and drink it."

Xu Yuanchang took out the jade box containing the yellow talisman, handed it to Mu Xiaoxiao, and said, "Uncle Master, take it to detoxify Feng Wu first."

Mu Xiaoxiao took the box and disappeared. The sooner she could get rid of the poison of the Soul-Losing Curse, the less sin she would suffer. If she delayed too much time and damaged the foundation of her cultivation, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Xu Yuanchang then landed on the top of the mountain, and Lin Sanren and Xu Shengtian walked out of the front hall.

"You are amazing! Tell me, uncle, how did you impress Monk Tongyuan? That old guy has great magical powers. I am afraid that there are very few people in the upper realm who can defeat him. He is like a stone in a toilet, smelly and hard, and it is difficult to talk to him."

Lin Sanren looked up and down at Xu Yuanchang, who seemed to be unharmed, and asked with a questioning look on his face.

He could see that his nephew was seriously injured, but as long as his life was not in danger, it was not a big deal.

After Xu Yuanchang sat down, he briefly recounted what had happened and showed the note to Uncle Lin, who was unusually curious. He did not mention Qi Yu, Ai Dao, Qing Liu and others separately. It had nothing to do with trust or not, and it was better to have less trouble than more.

He didn't know whether Qi Yu, Ai Dao and others who were poisoned by him had any ninth-level friends in the upper realm?

When Wu Luo first found out about it, he did not help him spread the news to everyone.

Chi Kai was a traitor to Shinto and everyone wanted him dead. He killed him to eliminate the harm to Shinto, and there would be no harm in telling others about it.

Lin Sanren clicked his tongue and said, "Your master is such an annoying person. He is so vague and inadvertently leaves behind some twists and turns that have been laying the groundwork for thousands of years. It's not easy for you to be his disciple, hahaha. But it can be considered a blessing in disguise. Monk Tongyuan's way of repaying him is quite special, which suits that guy's eccentric personality. You will get a lot of benefits in the end."

Xu Yuanchang felt a little sullen. Why did he sound so gloating when hearing his uncle's words?
"A disciple should not blame his master. My master has been so worried about his only disciple. Yuanchang is so grateful that he cries."

"Haha, don't tell me these flattering lies you say. They are so disgusting."

Lin Sanren now likes this kid more and more. He has the same style as them in the past who would go through fire and water for their friends. For Yu Fengwu, he was willing to endure a divine thunder tribulation controlled by Monk Tongyuan. I wonder how he survived nine waves of lightning strikes?

He even wanted to find a disciple to inherit his legacy.

As they were talking excitedly, Mu Xiaoxiao appeared in the front hall and said with a smile: "The medicine worked. After drinking a bowl of talisman water, the poison of the soul-losing curse in Feng Wu's body was removed, and he woke up. He will recover after a few days of recuperation."

Xu Yuanchang finally felt relieved and said, "Thank you two uncles for your hard work."

Lin Sanren waved his hand and said, "We didn't help. Don't be so hypocritical and polite to us. Tell me how you plan to deal with the aftermath. With your personality, you are not the kind of person who will not fight back after suffering a loss."

Xu Yuanchang chuckled, "Yu Zhengyang of Deyi Sect, together with others, ambushed and plotted against the head of the Forget Sword Hall of Dengxian Temple. As the head of Dengxian Temple, I am seeking justice from Deyi Sect. Is that reasonable? It's not that I deliberately went to Zhoushan Territory to provoke the entire Shinto sect."

He held on to one case tightly and was determined to make a big fuss about it.

Of course, the prerequisite is that he has a powerful backer behind him, otherwise no one will care whether you are right or wrong, just beat you to death.

Mu Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Okay, you have a plan in mind, so we are relieved. Be careful in everything and don't give Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng any handle. They won't dare to do anything to you."

Lin Sanren interrupted, "Why are you worrying about this kid? He's just an Eight-Layered Illusionist. As long as he doesn't fall into the formation... No, even if he breaks into the formation, he can still escape through the void. Even if Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng want to catch him, they will be at a loss."

He stood up and walked out. Mu Xiaoxiao followed him out and said with a smile: "Lao Lin and I will be watching from behind, you can make as much noise as you want."

She believed that Xu Yuanchang could handle the situation properly, so she stopped talking.

Xu Yuanchang hurriedly stood up to see him off, speaking a few polite and humble words. He and his nephew walked him out of the mountain gate and returned to the top of Qingyao Peak. He went to see the sick Yu Fengwu and said a few words to her, asking her not to show up for the time being and to take good care of herself. Then he returned to the front hall and told his nephew:

"You let someone spread the word that Yu Zhengyang of Deyi Sect is despicable and shameless, ambushing and poisoning the head of the Forget Sword Hall of Dengxian Temple. The head of Dengxian Temple will seek justice from Deyi Sect and destroy the Deyi Sect's ancestral hall."

Xu Shengtian lacked experience in political maneuvers, and asked curiously, "Uncle San, the Deyi Sect is leaderless and almost in name only. If they get wind of the news, why don't they just disband the sect and go their separate ways? Why would they wait for you to come and seek revenge?"

Gu Yunzhu whispered, "Brother, just follow the Sect Master's instructions. Those two old fellows, Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng, will definitely not let the Deyi Sect disband. Instead, they will send a few eighth-level cultivators to act as a front, waiting for the Sect Master to cause trouble."

Xu Shengtian suddenly understood that his third uncle had threatened to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, and the other party must defend the dignity of Shintoism.

The two sides are destined to have a fierce collision.

"Uncle San, how are you injured?"

"It doesn't matter. I will be in seclusion for ten years. When I come out, I will find another case to settle. Let them wait."

Xu Yuanchang laughed and said that he was just making the statement but had not decided when to settle the score.

He also instructed his nephew to handle the complicated sect affairs of Qingyao Mountain and to discuss them with Gu Yunzhu.

He had long seen that his nephew was not fit to be the sect leader. He was open-minded but lacked means. On the contrary, Gu Yunzhu was murderous and courageous. He could handle and let go of matters no matter how big or small. He was a good candidate to be the sect leader.

Let them complement each other.

Xu Yuanchang took Wen Yining and Zeng Lao back to Dengxian Temple and gave them some instructions.

He did not stay for long and came to the Qiyuntai blessed land again, releasing his clone and asking it to wake him up ten years later.

He was worried that thirty to fifty years would pass during his retreat to recuperate.

The higher the level of cultivation, the deeper the perception. One is often so immersed in it that one does not notice the passage of time, and a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye.

Sitting cross-legged on the enlightenment platform, since he knew that Master Tongyuan was using the divine thunder with good intentions to help him temper his body and soul, and that his method was a bit unreasonable, his mentality for healing was different this time. He used his magic power to intentionally guide the fine lightning to travel through the meridians, acupoints, internal organs and soul, and enjoyed the tingling and fine painful tempering process.

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Qingliang Mountain, inside a white jade fortress.

After listening to his subordinates' report, Nan Yuhe sneered and ordered, "Transfer Qin Xiao, You Ganquan, and Yue Yuanxi to Deyi Sect, and tell them that if Xu Yuanchang, the so-called ordinary person, dares to attack alone, he will be killed without mercy, and their merit will be recorded."

The trusted subordinate bowed slightly and said, "Grandmaster, Qin Xiao and the other two have just joined Qingliang Mountain. It is said that Xu Yuanchang is a Golden Immortal disciple and has some skills. He once killed an eighth-floor monk at the seventh-floor stage. I am worried that Qin Xiao and the other two will not work hard or flee in the face of the enemy, which will bring shame to Qingliang Mountain. Why don't we send Yun Gaolan to join the battle?"

Nan Yuhe looked disdainful and said, "Old Yanshan has already ascended to the immortal world. Xu Yuanchang relied on the two treasures and the support of Mu Xiaoxiao and Lin Sanren to bully others. He dared to come to Zhoushan Territory and challenge Deyi Sect. He made a wrong decision. You can make the arrangements, but there is one rule: he must win but not lose."

He placed great emphasis on the word "challenge".

The seven realms of the upper realm have their own rules for challenges. If one challenges a sect alone and loses his life, it is only because of his lack of skills.

He didn't want Mu Xiaoxiao and Lin Sanren to get involved. As far as he knew, Xu Yuanchang was the uncle of Xu Shengtian, the current leader of Qingyao Mountain. It would be annoying if they got involved.

"Yes, I understand. I will spread the word right away. Xu Yuanchang will challenge the sect."

The men bowed and retreated.

……

When the news reached Mu Xiaoxiao, she just smiled and asked her men to pay more attention to the movements over there.

The young man Xu was as cunning as a fox. He deliberately spread the news to elicit a reaction from Qingliang Mountain in Nanyu River, turning his revenge into a challenge, which would then be a natural outcome for him to wipe out the entire sect.

As expected of an old disciple, he is meticulous, capable, and can come up with all kinds of schemes at will.

While taking revenge, he also killed two birds with one stone and solved Qing Yaoshan's troubles.

Unless Nan Yuhe took action, she would not worry about Xu Yuanchang's safety.

……

Xu Yuanchang, who was at the center of the incident, did not respond to the widely rumored challenge.

The Dengxianguan Temple far away in the Fangcun Mountain Area was not affected at all.

On the Wuxin Platform, Xu Yuan enjoyed the pain and joy of the divine thunder tempering his body. Three years passed in the blink of an eye. The mist surrounding his body slowly converged. His body had long recovered, his cultivation and state of mind had improved. He opened his eyes and summoned the repaired phantom armor.

The body is surrounded by colorful lights, with a hint of different lightning.

He took advantage of the opportunity to refine the divine thunder on the Creation Altar and added a lot of thunder and lightning essence to the phantom armor.

The fire spirit was lying on the altar with its arms and legs spread out, sparks coming out of its body, occasionally mixed with tiny flashes of lightning that made hissing sounds.

He took out the Thunder Seal which was filled with divine thunder. He had practiced the Thunder Seal before, so the effect was not as good as that of the Thunder Cultivator, but he could still activate some of its functions. He gritted his teeth and poured it on himself.

Thunder and lightning rolled, instantly submerging him.

He continued to enjoy the pain of being tempered by the divine thunder in a self-abuse way.

Another three years passed, and the divine thunder stored in the thunder seal was squeezed out. His body and soul benefited greatly, and he was only half a step away from the eighth-level physical cultivation. Of course, if he wanted to take that step, he had to comprehend the Tao.

It was during the following few years that he truly retreated and comprehended the origin of the Dao that he had touched upon.

He seemed to have taken a nap and was awakened by his clone.

All the feelings receded like the tide, Xu Yuanchang stood up, put away his clone, and awakened the fire spirit that was in cultivation.

He appeared at the top of Qingyao Peak and saw his nephew, Gu Yunzhu and Yu Fengwu who had already recovered.

"I'll go with you to challenge Dezong."

Yu Fengwu handed a stack of papers to the sect leader and said with a smile.

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(End of this chapter)