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

Chapter 124 Realization
When Bu Yajuan and others were fighting with the bald old man, they suddenly heard a curse from the other side.

Thinking of Ding Jinsong who had just chased Wei Zhong, he suddenly realized that something must have happened that was beyond the old man's control.

They were immediately overjoyed, and their fighting moves became more ferocious, but the old man drove away all their magic and swords with a flick of his sleeve.

Only with the blessing of the formation, Bu Yajuan could barely maintain the frequency of attack.

But seeing that all his own cultivators were retreating, he also controlled the magic sword to retract and stared at the opponent vigilantly.

Suddenly, a small golden cone appeared in his hand, and those who knew the value of it all looked terrified.

"Breaking the Forbidden Cone?"

Song Linfang, who was closing her eyes and regulating her breathing in the formation, opened her eyes and changed her expression when she heard the voice.

Looking at the dense golden spiritual patterns on the small cone, one can understand its extraordinary power.

Even if it has not reached the fourth level, it is also the best among the third level. It is still unclear whether it can be taken on by the Zhigang Palace formation.

Even if it could barely hold off, the formation would be severely damaged, and Bu Yajuan would no longer have the ability to use the power of the formation to deal with it.

"Stop him!"

Song Linfang quickly spoke to the three people outside the formation.

Bu Yajuan also quickly took control of the formation and attacked the old man with all her might.

The latter just sneered, and a piece of green silk slowly unfolded in front of him.

A few attacks landed on it like a stone thrown into a river, causing brief ripples before they died out.

Then a dazzling golden light burst out from behind the green curtain and directly hit the sect protection formation.

The speed of the spirit cone far exceeds the escape speed of the cultivator, even the controlled magic weapon cannot stop it in time.

When the Breaking Cone pierced into the formation, the surrounding formation light quickly extinguished, and this trend continued to spread around step by step.

Less than three breaths later, the magic sword in Bu Yajuan's hand suddenly lost its power, and the golden light attached to it was instantly extinguished.

The blessing of the formation is gone.

This made Bu Yajuan's face change drastically. She probed her spiritual sense to the rear and saw that the light of the formation was getting dimmer and dimmer. She was afraid that it would not be long before it would completely lose its defensive ability.

When the disciples below saw this scene, many of them felt despair.

There were also brave men who raised their magic swords, ready to fight with the invading bandits.

Song Linfang couldn't help but sigh and gave up refining the Buyuan Pill to repair her injuries.

With a step of his foot, he flew into the air, came out of the formation, and looked directly at the old man opposite him.

"Why are you so aggressive, my friend? I have never offended you since I came to Gang Palace."

"Well, stop talking nonsense. I am only interested in your Zhigang Palace's assets. If you still want to preserve the sect's heritage, you should abdicate and let me take the position of Palace Master."

After wandering for so many years, he finally found a slightly weak sect. How could the old man give up easily?

Song Linfang sighed repeatedly:
"Our sect does not have the power of the Palace Master alone. What if you win this position?"

"Haha, you don't need to worry about that. I just want to ask you, now that you have come to Gang Palace, are you convinced or not?"

Song Linfang was well aware of the other party's evil ambitions. If she surrendered here, the sect behind him would surely end up in a miserable situation.

The appearance of the magic sword in his hand has already made his attitude clear at this moment.

"Okay, okay, it looks like we still have to fight."

The bald old man laughed loudly, and when he lifted the green silk in his hand, a pair of black swords appeared in his hand.

Wei Zhong looked at the scene indifferently from high in the sky.

'It seems that the Zhigang Palace does not have the Nascent Soul means, otherwise it would not have fallen to this point where the Palace Master is still fighting with injuries.

But it just so happens that I have the opportunity to take action.'

He secretly whispered a few words to Song Linfang below.

The latter's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil. His consciousness involuntarily radiated towards the nearby area, but he could not find any trace of Wei Zhong.

"Don't look for it. You won't find it. I just want to ask you one question. Do you still want to make this deal?"

“Please forgive me, senior. The ten thousand year old elixir is so rare that our sect only needs a few of them.

I just gave Master Wei Dan a ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng, and now there are only two left in the palace’s inventory.

I really can’t meet the five strains that Senior requested.”

Wei Zhong touched his nose embarrassedly in the air. He originally proposed five thousand-year-old elixirs and waited for the other party to bargain. He didn't expect that the other party would cut the price by more than half.

For a moment, Wei Zhong was caught off guard.

"Then do you have other high-level resources in Zhigang Palace to use as a deduction? For example, fourth-level spiritual objects or high-quality or even high-quality spiritual stones."

Wei Zhong was not willing to take back only two thousand-year-old blood ginsengs.

After all, to help the other party this time, we need to use the [Taoism of Time].

Moreover, to be safe, it must be opened three times in a row, which would cost Wei Zhong a hundred years of his life.

If he cannot get enough compensation, Wei Zhong will suffer a great loss.

Song Linfang gritted her teeth secretly:
“Our sect also has a ball of heavenly silk, a fourth-level spiritual object, and fifty high-quality spiritual stones.

Add two thousand-year-old blood ginsengs, what do you think of the price, senior?"

Song Linfang paid a heavy price for offering such conditions.

'Now that I have not recovered from my injuries, I am no match for the bald old man in front of me.

If you force everyone to fight against him, you might end up being killed on the spot.

In addition, the formation was broken by the other party, and all the disciples and even the sect lost the protection of the formation and were completely exposed.'

Song Linfang was worried that under this circumstance, the three Jindan cultivators invited would turn against them, which would lead to an even worse situation, so she made up her mind to ask this mysterious cultivator for help.

He was secretly worried, wondering whether this mysterious monk would agree to his conditions.

When Wei Zhong heard the other party list of spiritual objects, especially the mention of heavenly silkworm silk, he was immediately delighted.

"I didn't expect that the Zhigang Palace had such a rare spiritual material."

As one of the important spiritual objects for making the seven-color golden bamboo umbrella, Wei Zhong has never given up searching for it over the years, but due to its extreme rarity, there has been no results.

It is such a pleasant surprise to get it from Zhigang Palace now.

The additional fifty high-quality spirit stones also made Wei Zhong very satisfied. After calculating it this way, it was worth Wei Zhong spending his entire life to do so.

"Can!"

Hearing the response, Song Linfang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, the Zhigang Palace formation is about to be broken, how many of you still plan to work for this sect?
Why not join hands with the old Taoist to seize the Zhigang Palace's family business?"

After hearing what the bald old man said, the three Jindan cultivators who came to help had a gleam in their eyes, and they were obviously moved.

Bu Yajuan saw this and said hurriedly:

"My three fellow Taoists, please do not be deceived by this villain. This elder hereby promises that if you can repel this man, I will add half of the spiritual objects promised in advance to thank you for your help."

Song Linfang felt more confident, and was not as easy to talk to as Bu Yajuan, so she said bluntly:
"You might as well consider the consequences of rebelling against me in Gang Palace and think about the family behind you. If other fellow practitioners in the cultivation world knew what happened today, how would they view you?"

The three of them struggled, but they were still cautious and didn't turn against him. Seeing that his words had no effect, the old man was too lazy to argue anymore and planned to kill the three of them directly.

"What a cunning old dog!"

A mocking voice was heard in the air, and a burly, shirtless man appeared out of nowhere next to the bald old man.

The broad shoulders and ferocious face scared the bald old man as soon as he appeared.

It was not that he was dressed too ferociously, but that Wei Zhong's appearance was too abrupt, as if he was standing next to him and watching him perform a funny show, while the other party did not notice Wei Zhong's existence at all.

When people got tired of watching, he suddenly appeared and gave comments.

Seeing this monk suddenly appear, the old man felt his body tremble, and even a shudder came from the depths of his soul.

His mouth trembled constantly, and he finally managed to utter a few words:

"Yuan, Yuanying?"

Song Linfang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.

'It turned out to be a Yuanying senior who was spying in secret. No wonder I couldn't find any trace of him.

And since it was Yuanying who made the move, the price I promised wouldn't be that expensive.'

Bu Yajuan was also surprised when she suddenly saw this change. She looked at Song Linfang beside her and breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't help but secretly wonder if this Yuanying senior was invited by her own senior sister?

The three people who came to help were also very surprised. Zhigang Palace actually had such a trump card. Why did they ask them to come here to help?

At the same time, he was glad that he had not been persuaded by the old man to turn against him, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous.

As an old man who was in the situation himself, he felt the undisguised murderous intent of the person in front of him and actually knelt down in mid-air.

"Senior, please spare my life, Senior, please spare my life!

I didn't know that there was a senior backing the Zhigang Palace, otherwise I wouldn't dare to offend him even if I had ten times the courage!"

Wei Zhong just moved the gaps between his fingernails and said nonchalantly:
"Don't get me wrong, I was just passing by and saw a good show!"

However, the bald old man did not feel like he had survived a disaster because of these words.

Because the murderous intent that was transmitted had not dissipated in the slightest.

"I must be the one who has bothered you, Senior," and then he slapped himself twice, "I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now!"

After leaving this sentence, he fled into the distance in a streak of light without waiting for Wei Zhong to reply.

Wei Zhong did not chase after him immediately.

Seeing this, Song Linfang couldn't help but get anxious:

"senior!"

Song Linfang understood the principle of eradicating all evil. If she couldn't take this opportunity to kill this man, he would definitely keep Zhigang Palace in mind in the future and might even resort to some shady tricks.

If you can only be a thief for a thousand days, then you can prevent a thief for a thousand days.

What's more, the other party is not a petty thief, but a Jindan master in the cultivation world.

"Why rush? He can't get away. Just prepare what I need, and I'll be right back."

After leaving these words, Wei Zhong stepped on the ground and disappeared on the spot like a phantom.

Song Linfang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone around her turned their attention over.

The leader of the three, a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan, said with emotion:
"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Song had a Nascent Soul cultivator as a trump card. He is really brave to be able to endure till this point."

Bu Yajuan was also a little surprised. How could her junior sister not know what kind of connections her senior sister had?

The reason why this Yuanying senior took action was probably closely related to what he just said he needed.

Song Linfang said some polite words to deal with the three people, and then one of them fell into the formation. She also comforted the disciples in the palace, and then went towards the secret chamber.

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The bald old man had only escaped for a few dozen miles when Wei Zhong appeared behind him.

"It's over, it's over. How could a Yuanying cultivator pass by here and come to help Zhigang Palace? Zhigang Palace must have promised a fortune."

The bald old man figured out the key points in a few breaths, and urgently sent a message to the person behind him:

"Please give me a chance to live. I am willing to give you all my wealth."

"Oh, after I kill you, these things won't belong to me anymore."

When the old man saw the ferocious face that suddenly appeared in front of him, he was almost scared to pee his pants.

"Great, so fast!"

Wei Zhong's escape skills were extraordinary to begin with, not to mention that he was at the Nascent Soul stage at this moment. Driven by his magic power, his escape speed far exceeded that of the Core Forming stage. He was simply playing with the person in front of him in the palm of his hand.

"Wait a minute, senior. I still have..."

Before he could finish his words, a sturdy arm stabbed into his chest.

The Nascent Soul magic power it carried invaded its body, destroying its Dantian, Qi sea, and internal organs.

A wisp of black energy rushed up along the meridians in his body, shattering his spine, penetrating his head, and bringing out a yellow-white substance.

Then it turned a corner and returned to Wei Zhong's hands.

"This Qi is even more extraordinary when it reaches the Nascent Soul stage. The body of a Jindan spiritual practitioner is no different from tofu in front of it."

Golden flames emerged from Wei Zhong's hands, burning his remaining body to ashes.

He used his spiritual energy to pick up the opponent's storage bag and stepped into the cave.

"There is no need to rush to the Gang Palace. It is not too late to go there later. For now, you should take this opportunity to comprehend the mysteries of the Nascent Soul Realm."

As they stepped into the cave, the pressure from the Nascent Soul that Wei Zhong brought with him instantly caused the spirit beasts inside to panic for a moment.

Only after he sensed the breath of his master did he calm down.

Jin Mei looked curiously at Wei Zhong who was gradually approaching, not understanding why the master's pressure became so strong after a short while, making her feel a little suffocated.

Wei Zhong did not bother to explain the problem, but walked directly into the training room and sat cross-legged.

The spiritual consciousness looks inward, observing the changes within the body.

The black true elixir had disappeared, replaced by a small Nascent Soul that was one foot long.

He looked like a younger version of Wei Zhong, with a somewhat childish look on his face.

'Once a cultivator reaches the Nascent Soul stage, he or she can break free from the prison of the flesh and the Nascent Soul will leave the body.'

Wei Zhong couldn't suppress his curiosity and controlled his Nascent Soul to penetrate his body.

When leaving the body, Wei Zhong felt as if he had taken off his outer clothes and was exposed to the outside world naked.

He suddenly felt panicky, as if his Nascent Soul could be blown away by just a breeze.

Wei Zhong knew very well that this was the uncomfortable feeling after leaving the physical body for the first time.

"So this is what it feels like when your Nascent Soul leaves your body."

When I raised my hands, I saw a pair of somewhat illusory palms.

'In the early stage of the Nascent Soul, the Nascent Soul is just beginning to condense, but it is still a little loose.'

(End of this chapter)