Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland.

Chapter 817 Ambush
When Chen Wang left Taiwei Palace, Ye Qingshuang, the Grand Master of the Ancient Immortal Holy Land, did not follow him out.

At this moment, Ye Qingshuang's cheeks were flushed, and she was wiping the corners of her mouth.

She hadn't expected Chen Wang to be so aggressive and bold, actually making her do such a thing right inside the temple of this ancient immortal holy land.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

For many years she had cultivated herself in peace, but today she was being controlled by Chen Wang like a lamb to the slaughter, which gave her a very novel experience.

She recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra several times to calm her mind before tidying her clothes and preparing to leave Taiwei Palace.

However, before leaving, she cast a spell, and a mirror appeared in front of her. The beauty in the mirror had a blush on her face and a mist in her eyes.

Ye Qingshuang took a few deep breaths and recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra several times before returning to normal, once again becoming the extremely aloof and dignified sect leader.

……

The struggle between the Ancient Immortal Holy Land and the Bodhi Holy Land ended with the victory of the Zen monk, and the Ancient Immortal Holy Land withdrew from the struggle for Wushan.

On this particular day, all twenty-four Nascent Soul stage elders from the Ancient Immortal Holy Land were summoned to the cave by the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder of the Ancient Immortal Holy Land said calmly, "I have already told you everything that needed to be told. As for what to do, you know. Go."

The leader of the twenty-four Nascent Soul stage elders was named Feng Wuji.

Feng Wuji nodded, and then the group left the Ancient Immortal Holy Land.

There is still a small group of people in the Ancient Immortal Holy Land who are very loyal to Ye Qingshuang, or rather, they have not been won over by the Grand Elder.

At this moment, an elder named Song Chuanshen came to report to Ye Qingshuang.

Song Chuanshen was a man who looked to be in his thirties, with a handsome appearance and an extraordinary demeanor.

At this moment, he respectfully said, "Sect Master, Feng Wuji led twenty-three Nascent Soul cultivators away from the sect, and their whereabouts are unknown."

Song Chuanshen is also a very handsome man with great personal charm.

He had always harbored feelings of love for Ye Qingshuang, the Grand Sect Master, but Ye Qingshuang was too aloof, too high in status, and too talented, so he had always kept his love buried deep in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingshuang nodded and said, "It must be that the Grand Elder has summoned them again."

For routine reports, Ye Qingshuang doesn't need to enter the Taiwei Palace, and the Grand Elder won't keep his divine sense locked on this side.

Song Chuanshen nodded and said, "That's right. They went to see the Grand Elder first, and then left the sect together after receiving some kind of mission. I'm worried that they might clash with the Bodhi Holy Land again."

Previously, the group from Bodhi Holy Land was ambushed and killed by the people from Ancient Immortal Holy Land. In order to avoid a major war, Bodhi Holy Land did not investigate the matter further, but instead decided to settle the matter with a betting contest to determine the ownership of Wushan, thus letting the matter of the deaths go unresolved.

But if this happens again, even the most good-tempered people in Bodhi Holy Land will not be able to suppress their anger forever.

Song Chuanshen was very worried about this matter.

Ye Qingshuang nodded and said, "I understand about this matter. You may step back now. Do not make any moves during this time. Let them do whatever they want. After all... they are acting on the orders of the Grand Elder."

Song Chuanshen was stunned for a moment, a look of surprise in his eyes. He quickly said, "Sect Master, what's wrong? You mustn't be discouraged."

He worried that Ye Qingshuang would lose her spirit and dare not fight against the Grand Elder again.

This shows that Song Chuanshen was indeed a staunch supporter of Ye Qingshuang.

Ye Qingshuang rubbed her temples and said softly, "Don't worry about me. I also want the Holy Land to grow stronger."

Upon hearing this, Song Chuanshen said no more; some things were not suitable for him to say.

At this moment, Song Chuanshen respectfully bowed and said, "Take care, Sect Master."

Then he retreated.

After Song Chuanshen left, several elders at the Nascent Soul stage soon came to inquire.

A red-faced elder asked in a deep voice, "How did it go? What did the sect leader say?"

Song Chuanshen calmly said, "The sect leader said everything is for the sake of the sect's greater good, so let them be."

The red-faced elder, named Zheng Gang, frowned upon hearing this and stamped his foot, saying, "What's wrong with the sect leader? He should at least ask the Grand Elder. Could it be that he also wants to follow the Grand Elder's orders? But if he acts so arbitrarily, our Ancient Immortal Holy Land will become the target of everyone's criticism sooner or later, and it will definitely arouse the resentment of other forces."

Another elder said somewhat unwillingly, "It is unwise for the sect leader to choose to back down at this time."

Song Chuanshen shook his head, his expression remaining calm.

Although he shared the same thoughts as these elders, as a staunch supporter of Ye Qingshuang, he did not disagree with her at this moment. Instead, he comforted them, saying, "The sect leader must have her reasons for doing this. Think about it, over the years, what has the sect leader done that wasn't for the sake of the overall situation of our Ancient Immortal Holy Land? Please be patient and wait and see."

After being comforted by Song Chuanshen, everyone left.

Song Chuanshen sighed inwardly, wondering how the sect leader would handle the situation, and felt somewhat helpless.

If the ancient immortal holy land continues to act domineeringly, it will sooner or later become a demonic sect.

Song Chuanshen had ambitions in his heart. He did not want the Ancient Immortal Holy Land, a holy land sect with a history of tens of thousands of years, to fall into the demonic path. This was also one of the reasons why he supported Ye Qingshuang.

Ye Qingshuang's attitude toward this matter is ambiguous, so Song Chuanshen can only wait patiently.

……

Feng Wuji led twenty-three people to Wushan.

At this moment, Feng Wuji held a mirror in his hand. This mirror was a Bagua mirror, and its surface did not have any luster. However, after Feng Wuji infused it with his magic power, many patterns suddenly appeared on the mirror and it lit up.

The pattern in the mirror kept changing, eventually locking onto the monks of the Bodhi Holy Land.

There are six Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the Bodhi Holy Land here, along with several hundred other Nascent Soul and Golden Core stage cultivators. They are exploring this ancient ruin in Wushan.

In Wushan there once lived a great cultivator named Dugu Fang. Dugu Fang was extremely skilled in alchemy and had researched the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, the Immortal Elixir, and so on, making him famous far and wide.

Therefore, the notes he left behind are extremely rare prescriptions.

If one could obtain Dugu Fang's inheritance, one would definitely make rapid progress in alchemy, and might even break through the shackles, which would be even more powerful than some combat techniques.

At this moment, the monk Shenchan was also among these six Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

The monk Shenchan's appearance had not changed; he was still a handsome young monk.

He was leading over forty Nascent Soul stage experts in exploring Wushan, while five other Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the Bodhi Holy Land were exploring in different directions. Although the monk Shenchan was young, his cultivation was extremely high, and he had defeated several experts from the Bodhi Holy Land in succession. At this time, his reputation was extremely high, and the Nascent Soul stage cultivators around him also held him in high esteem.

However, Wushan is extremely dangerous. In just two hours, they have lost three Nascent Soul cultivators and twelve Golden Core cultivators, which is a considerable loss for the Bodhi Holy Land.

After all, it hasn't been that long.

Mount Wu is so dangerous that the monk Shenchan frowned deeply. There are many formations and restrictions in this mountain, and if they are not handled carefully, they will be triggered. Even he would have to deal with them with caution.

The only advantage is that there are no large-scale destructive formations here; otherwise, the people around him wouldn't have been able to avoid them.

Even so, the monk Shenchan looked sorrowful. They had already paid too many lives for the alchemy notes, but they still had no clue whatsoever.

There are many alchemy rooms in these mountains, left behind by Dugu Fang's disciples, but Dugu Fang's own alchemy room has not yet been found.

Their purpose in coming here was to explore the location of Dugu Fang's tomb.

From some clues, it can be deduced that Dugu Fang devoted himself to studying alchemy in Wushan in his later years, and his disciples also lived with him in Wushan.

Later, Dugu Fang did not break through the limit of life and death, and finally passed away here.

He did not build a mausoleum, but instead used his alchemy room as his final burial place.

It probably contains not only his notes, but may even contain the legendary elixirs of immortality and the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir from back then.

The monk Shenchan was also very tempted by these treasures, but he couldn't bear to see his fellow disciples die so tragically.

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream echoed from the mountains, extremely shrill.

The monk Shenchan frowned deeply; such screams had occurred many times before.

But then he saw his fellow disciples unleash warning magic weapons and hurl them into the sky. In an instant, all the warning magic weapons on their bodies lit up, their lights extremely sharp.

The monk Shenchan's expression changed drastically. What had happened in the mountains?
They split into six groups to explore Wushan and search for Dugu Fang's alchemy room. They would not come to each other's aid if they encountered danger, because they all had their own missions. If they asked their fellow disciples to come to their aid, they would likely be wiped out. This was something that had been agreed upon long ago.

However, at this moment, the sect's magical artifact suddenly alarmed, and it was the highest level purple, which also meant that the sect had encountered a great enemy!
When the monk Shenchan arrived with his followers, he found that his senior brother Huihai had been killed. Not only Huihai, but all the monks from the Bodhi Holy Land who had followed him had died tragically, their heads cut off and blood gushing from their chests, flowing all over the ground. Their deaths were extremely gruesome.

The monk Shenchan's expression changed drastically: "Impossible, what on earth happened?"

His cultivation level was already at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, a half-step into the Integration stage, and it only took him half an incense stick's time to hear the alarm and arrive at the scene.

Although Wushan is very large, I did not sense any supernatural power just now.

The monk Shenchan's face turned extremely ugly.

A Nascent Soul cultivator beside him whispered, "Uncle-Master Shenchan, have they encountered some forbidden magic in the mountains?"

Although the monk Shenchan was young, he was of a high seniority. Upon hearing this, he shook his head and said, "Absolutely not. Senior Brother Huihai was ordered to explore Wushan. If he encounters any forbidden spells in the mountain, he will never ask his fellow disciples for help. They dare to enter the mountain because they have already made preparations for this."

The Zen monk frowned deeply.

The Nascent Soul stage monk who had spoken earlier said, "They were attacked. Could it be the work of the Ancient Immortal Holy Land again?"

Although the monk Shenchan possessed great magical powers to subdue demons and monsters, his mind was still relatively simple. He frowned and said, "The people from the Ancient Immortal Holy Land did indeed ambush us before, but the two major sects have already made a bet. They withdrew from the competition for Wushan. For ten thousand years, no one has ever gone back on their word in such a bet. Although the Ancient Immortal Holy Land acts domineeringly, they would not violate this rule."

The Nascent Soul cultivator, named Jingfeng, whispered, "Uncle Shenchan, don't think too highly of the people from the Ancient Immortal Holy Land. The Ancient Immortal Holy Land would never have done that before. They belong to the same eight major sects as us, and their status is extraordinary. They would never do such a shameless thing."

"But don't forget, the Ancient Immortal Holy Land seems to be a little different now. I see some traces of demonic cultivation in their people!"

If it's the demonic path, then it can be explained. People in the demonic path act without any moral boundaries and are unpredictable.

Promises and rules are nothing more than tools they can exploit.

Jingfeng was very worried at this moment, and the Nascent Soul cultivator beside him also looked around warily and moved closer to the monk Shenchan.

The monk Shenchan frowned and muttered to himself, "It's not impossible. We should quickly contact the other senior brothers to gather in the mountains. Since something has happened, we should not continue exploring Wushan."

Everyone agreed.

Immediately, the monk Shenchan sent out a message, but when they met, they discovered that only three of the six Nascent Soul stage experts in the mountain remained.

A burly monk frowned and said, "They must have been poisoned."

His name was Huiben, and he and another Nascent Soul stage expert, Huixing, were both senior brothers of the monk Shenchan.

The monk Shenchan said, "Brothers, we should not stay here any longer. We should leave quickly, or we may encounter unforeseen circumstances!"

Huiben and Huixing exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Okay."

After they reunited, they planned to retreat towards the outside of Wushan.

But at that moment, a magical artifact suddenly lit up in the sky.

This magical artifact is a golden seal. Once it lights up, it emits terrifying power, instantly transforming into the size of Mount Tai and crashing down with tremendous force.

Wushan is an ancient site, vast in scale, with peaks soaring into the sea of ​​clouds, stretching as far as the eye can see.

The sudden appearance of such a powerful magic weapon startled everyone, and a terrifying sense of oppression followed.

Huiben and Huixing took the lead, their bodies suddenly radiating brilliant golden light as they unleashed the body-refining techniques of the Bodhi Holy Land, charging forward with their physical bodies.

But with two loud clangs, the two of them were forced to retreat and were blasted into the ground.

However, the power of that golden seal was also greatly reduced.

The two of them emerged from the ground, their faces filled with shock: "This is... the Heaven-Turning Seal!"

Only the Heaven-Turning Seal, an ancient magical artifact, could break through their golden bodies in an instant.

The people of Bodhi Holy Land have always relied on their body-refining techniques to disregard ordinary magical treasures. The two of them rushing forward just now were not reckless, but rather based on their long-standing experience.

For tens of thousands of years, the body-refining techniques of the Bodhi Holy Land have been unparalleled in the world.

Both of them were somewhat surprised at this moment.

Soon, the group surrounded them. The twenty-four Nascent Soul stage experts from the Ancient Immortal Holy Land stared at them with cold, stern faces, without uttering a word, as if they were looking at dead people.

(End of this chapter)