Lord of Time: From a Five Elements Cultivator to a Master of All Daos

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Song Linfang, Bu Yajuan and others in the formation also felt a little strange when they heard Wei Zhong's voice, but they still showed up as if it really happened.

Under Bu Yajuan's control, a small hole suddenly appeared on the protective aura of the formation, which was only wide enough for one person to pass through.

Wei Zhong passed through and entered the formation.

Ding Jinsong and the bald old man watched this scene without stopping it.

"How much do you know about that alchemist?"

Hearing the old man beside him asking, Ding Jinsong quickly replied:
“Master, this person is a self-employed alchemist from Luohe Prefecture, his name is Wei Zhong.

It was this person who treated Song Linfang's injuries a few days ago and won the title of 'Honorary Alchemist' of Zhigang Palace..."

After listening to him talk so much but still not getting to the point, the old man suddenly showed a trace of impatience on his face.

"I'm asking you if this alchemist has any background?"

Ding Jinsong shrank his head and replied:
"I haven't heard much about him, but I heard that he is on good terms with Xu Xuan, the owner of the local Yunji Chamber of Commerce, and is suspected to be a guest of the Yunji Chamber of Commerce."

Ding Jinsong had arrived in Luohe Prefecture just over a year earlier and had just missed Wei Zhong's Jindan ceremony. Naturally, he did not know that there would be a Nascent Soul cultivator present at the ceremony.

Otherwise, even if these two had ten times the courage, they would not dare to confront Wei Zhong.

What's more, Ding Jinsong had previously thought of robbing Wei Zhong.

"If he has no background, then don't bother with him. No matter what kind of panacea he sends to Song Linfang, it is impossible to completely cure her injuries in the short term."

After saying this, he looked at the three Jindan cultivators in the air ahead and said:
"My fellow Taoists, the Alchemist can enter the formation, but Zhigang Palace has isolated you all from the formation. It's really..."

When he said this, there was obvious sarcasm on his face.

The two early Jindan cultivators' expressions changed slightly when they heard this, and then they let out a muffled groan.

"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. We are just helpers recruited by Zhigang Palace with spiritual wealth. We are different from Master Wei, the 'honorary alchemist' of Zhigang Palace.

Fellow Taoist, there is no need to do such a divisive act. I think you might as well retreat now and don't try to attack Gang Palace again.

If a master comes to help Zhigang Palace, you will be in big trouble."

After hearing these remarks, the bald old man's expression did not look good.

"The little brat's cultivation is not high, but he is quite arrogant."

"Each each other!"

The bald old man still had no intention of taking action, but just glanced into the formation.

'It will only take a few moments for my spiritual power to fully recover and I can continue to launch attacks. How much of your injuries, Song Linfang, can be recovered in such a short time?

Keep fighting, I will be the winner in the end.'

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In the formation, Song Linfang and Bu Yajuan flew into the air together to meet Wei Zhong.

"Thank you, Brother Wei, for coming to our aid!"

Bu Yajuan said gratefully.

Wei Zhong smiled and shook his head:
"Brother Bu, please don't flatter me. How can a cultivator in the early Jindan stage who is not good at fighting fight with a late-stage master?"

"Can······"

Bu Yajuan wanted to say something but was stopped by Song Linfang.

"Your appearance this time is a gift to my Zhigang Palace. I will remember this friendship.

I wonder what you are up to on this trip?"

Ordinary people would retreat when seeing a fight between people in the late Jindan stage, and would never dare to get involved. The fact that Wei Zhong showed up without fear of danger was enough to show that he was loyal and righteous.

Wei Zhong waved his hand and threw out a pill bottle.

After Song Linfang took it, she checked and found that it was the Buyuan Pill that she had used before.

"Can this elixir help you, fellow Daoist?"

Song Linfang showed some joy on her face:

"Yes, of course. I didn't expect that you have more of these precious pills."

He looked up at Wei Zhong with a hint of anticipation.

"Haha," Wei Zhong laughed, "Fellow Daoist, you don't have to look at me anymore.

This pill is rare and I don’t have any in stock. This is the last one.

If I hadn't heard that your clan was in danger, I wouldn't have been willing to take out this pill."

"Ugh!"

Song Linfang cupped her hands and said, "No matter what, I want to thank you, Brother Wei. What do you want to exchange this pill for?"

Wei Zhong thought for a moment and then said:
"Does your palace have the ten thousand year old elixir?"

Upon hearing this, Bu Yajuan's expression changed.

Wei Zhong dared to demand a thousand-year-old elixir with just a third-level pill. In Bu Yajuan's opinion, his behavior was not much different from taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

You know, any spiritual creature is at a completely different level after reaching the ten thousand year level.

Not only is it expensive, but it is also in short supply.

But as for the fact that the Buyuan Pill in Wei Zhong's hand is of a price but not in demand, the same is true.

Only Song Linfang knew that the price was not expensive, especially under such a crisis situation in Zhigang Palace.

"Yajuan, go to the sect's treasury and get that ten thousand year old blood ginseng."

"Sister..."

"Go ahead, this pill is worth it."

Hearing this, Bu Yajuan sighed softly, looked at Wei Zhong with a somewhat resentful look, turned around, and turned into a beam of light and disappeared.

When he turned around, he was holding a jade box in his hand.

He raised his hand and threw the jade box into Wei Zhong's hands.

When Wei Zhong took it down and opened the jade cover, he saw inside was a blood-red ginseng as thick as an adult's fist and about half an arm long.

“This ginseng can be eaten directly, or it can be used with other spiritual medicines to make pills. As a third-level pill master, Fellow Daoist Wei must have a better way to deal with it, so I will not say more here.

In addition, this ginseng can strengthen the cultivator's body, speed up the process of refining spiritual energy into Qi, and increase the Qi capacity in the cultivator's body."

As expected of a sect that uses the "Refined Gang Method" as its method of cultivation, they collect elixirs of this kind that are beneficial to cultivation.

Wei Zhong bowed:

"Thank you, Brother Song, for your answer. I will leave now.

I hope that after this incident, I can still sit at the same table with my fellow Taoists and drink tea together."

The other party also responded with a cupped hand: "Sure!"

Wei Zhong immediately turned into a beam of light and escaped from the formation.

After looking at the few people who were still in confrontation outside, Wei Zhong left without saying a word.

The bald old man saw Wei Zhong leaving the battle and patted Ding Jinsong beside him:
"Go and capture that guy. He must have exchanged a lot of spiritual objects for the healing pills he sent to Song Linfang."

"this······"

Ding Jinsong hesitated.

'I have only been promoted to the Jindan stage for a few years, and my fighting ability is at the bottom among the Jindan stage. I am afraid that I am only slightly better than that Jindan alchemist.

If you want to take it down, you'll probably have to use a lot of effort.

Besides, the other party is an alchemist, so he must have a lot of good stuff on him. If I'm not careful, I might fall into his hands.'

The bald old man saw Ding Jinsong's hesitation and immediately understood what he was thinking. He started to curse:
"Trash!"

Then he reached into the air with his right hand and took out a red and yellow triangular flag.

There is a red border around it, with a bright yellow background in the center and a large red character "Tao" written on it.

As the flag waved, a spiritual light flickered, which turned out to be spiritual patterns covering the entire flag.

"I'll lend you the 'Tao Banner'. Go and capture that alchemist as soon as possible."

Ding Jinsong was delighted to see this, as this banner was his master's most valuable magic weapon, a top-grade third-rank item with immense power.

With this help, Ding Jinsong even dared to fight against a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan, and it was no problem for him to defeat Wei Zhong. Taking the flag from his hand with a smile, Ding Jinsong replied:

"Yes, disciple will go there right away."

After saying that, he turned into a beam of light and chased after Wei Zhong.

The three people who were confronting him changed their expressions slightly when they saw this scene.

This is especially true for Song Linfang and others in the formation.

"Alas, I have finally dragged down Fellow Daoist Wei."

One look at the flag revealed that it was an extraordinary magical weapon. Ordinary people would think that Wei Zhong would suffer because of it.

"Yajuan, let's do it. Let's see if we can force Ding Jinsong to come back."

"Yes!"

The formation of Zhigang Palace began to change, from defense to offense. The three people outside also received the message and took out their magic swords together.

A war broke out after Wei Zhong left.

Wei Zhong was flying in the air, and his keen sense discovered Ding Jinsong following behind him.

"How much do you despise me that you let this person hunt me down alone?"

Wei Zhong simply stopped, turned around to look at Ding Jinsong who was flying towards him, and asked:

"What does this mean, Fellow Daoist Ding?"

The other party laughed strangely when he saw this:

"Master's order, I dare not disobey, please surrender and follow me, otherwise don't blame me if you suffer."

"Oh?"

A strange look appeared on Wei Zhong's face, and no one knew where his confidence came from.

He took a step forward and used the Cloud-Flying Technique. He was beside him in an instant and slashed towards his neck with a black magic sword.

Seeing this, Ding Jinsong's face suddenly changed, and he waved the flag in his hand and retreated quickly.

At this moment he finally understood that this was not an alchemist who was not good at fighting, but a fierce dragon who was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

Wei Zhong's sword strike failed, but he flicked his sleeves and raging flames covered the area for several miles.

A moment later, Wei Zhong walked out from the dissipated flames, holding a flag and a storage bag in his hands.

As for Ding Jinsong, he had already turned into ashes under the flames.

Looking at the red and yellow flag in his hand, Wei Zhong showed a bit of surprise.

'It's a really great magic weapon.'

This magic weapon has only one effect, which is to prevent the enemy from absorbing spiritual energy from the surrounding environment, but the enemy itself will not be affected by it.

Using this magic weapon against the enemy can not only make it impossible for the enemy to recover spiritual power in time.

It can also significantly reduce the power of its spiritual magic.

It can be said to be a very powerful magic weapon. Most of the cultivators of the same level will be defeated when confronted with it.

Unfortunately, he met Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong carried a cave with him, so he had no worries about running out of spiritual energy.

This flag has become a complete decoration in front of Wei Zhong.

Besides, Wei Zhong was already extremely powerful. Even if he didn't have the cave to replenish his spiritual power, his extremely strong spiritual power, coupled with his terrifying fighting skills, was enough to defeat Ding Jinsong in a short period of time.

There is no need to replenish spiritual energy at all.

'Nice magic weapon, it's mine now.'

The spiritual consciousness probed into the banner and touched the spiritual imprint remaining in it.

'Ding Jinsong is dead, so this mark cannot be his, so it must be the old Taoist in the late Jindan stage.'

Wei Zhong's spiritual consciousness swept away like a tide, and the latter was like a lone boat in the sea, easily overturned by the rolling waves.

Realizing that the mark of spiritual consciousness within it had been erased by himself, Wei Zhong left his own mark with satisfaction.

'After a little practice and familiarity, you can use this magic weapon to fight the enemy.'

Wei Zhong put it away and put the storage bag into the cave, planning to take a careful inventory later.

Then continue to fly towards Qingbo Island.

When he arrived outside the Gang Palace, the bald old man realized that the mark of his spiritual consciousness engraved in the "Tao Character Banner" had been erased. He was shocked and shouted:
"How dare you to take my magic weapon."

After thinking about it, I guessed what happened.

Not only was Ding Jinsong defeated, but all his magic weapons were taken away by others.

I cursed in my heart: "What a waste!"

He pushed away the people who were harassing him with a wave of spiritual energy, and looked into the distance, feeling hesitant.

He coveted the property of Zhigang Palace, but was unwilling to give up his own magic weapon and Wei Zhong's wealth.

Comparing the two, I was suddenly caught in a dilemma.

Looking back at the formation, he saw Song Linfang in it and made a decision in his heart.

'At this moment, the Zhigang Palace is still the main force. Its Palace Master is seriously injured, and he has only been able to hold out so far by relying on the power of the formation. The others are just chickens and dogs, and are no match for me.'

"But we have to hurry up. If the alchemist refines the Dao character banner and uses it against me, it will be difficult to deal with."

There was a flash of light in his hand, and a small golden cone suddenly appeared in his hand.

Song Linfang and others in the formation changed their expressions when they saw this and exclaimed:
"Breaking the Forbidden Cone?"

Judging from the spiritual patterns attached to it, its grade is naturally not low. I wonder if this formation can withstand it.

Qingbo Island,
Wei Zhong returned to the Spirit Island with his hair disheveled and looking a bit embarrassed.

Xie Linghua, who came over, was shocked and hurriedly helped him:
"Master, is there something wrong?"

Wei Zhong shook his head:

"Nothing, just a little thief blocking the road, I have already killed him.

Pass the order down, the formation will be activated at full power, I want to retreat and heal my wounds."

Then it turned into a ray of light and returned to the training room.

When the rest of the people heard Wei Zhong's order, they immediately got busy.

Wei Zhong in the training room suddenly transformed into another appearance.

With broad shoulders and a rugged face, he looks like a rough and uncouth man.

'It's not quite tasty enough.'

When Wei Zhong touched his face, a hideous scar spanning half of his face appeared.

The beard on the lips and chin also grew wildly, covering the entire lips.

After adjusting his voice and breath again and looking in the mirror, Wei Zhong nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad. This is in line with the temperament of a man who will stand up against injustice when he sees it."

Avoiding the eyes and ears of everyone on Qingbo Island, Wei Zhong headed towards Zhigang Palace again.

"This old man actually dared to attack me. I must teach him a lesson."

Now that Wei Zhong is strong enough, there is no reason to wait until the next day to take revenge.

The purpose of this trip is to hide his identity and kill the thief.

In this way, he could not only break the siege of Gang Palace and get corresponding rewards from him, but also avenge the bald man's pursuit.

"Wei Zhong" has been injured and in seclusion, and now it is the reckless man Chu He who takes action.

A common person in the cultivation world hates to see such despicable acts of taking advantage of others' misfortune.

"Old bitch, your grandfather Chu He is here!"

(End of this chapter)