Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 274: The Songs and Dances of the World, the Treasures of Xuanting

In the early morning, a huge bronze chariot slowly flew out of the gate of Huanyun Valley and headed south to Nanli Sea to participate in the sect war between the Northern Territory and Tiannan.

As the flying car gradually rose in height, the entire bronze palace stood above the clouds. It was made of countless huge pieces of bronze ore, and the years had left mottled traces on its surface. Every brick and tile of the palace contained ancient power. When the sun rose, the golden sunlight sprinkled on the palace, and the bronze seemed to be activated, emitting a faint luster.

This sixth-order bronze chariot is a treasure of Huanyun Valley. Its appearance resembles an ancient chariot, with a green Pegasus flapping its wings and galloping in front. The body of the chariot is engraved with mysterious runes. When it gallops in the sky, it makes a dull and powerful roar.

It looks huge on the outside, but in fact the bronze palace is even bigger inside. It uses the Taoism of space, and it is a huge palace that will not feel crowded even if a thousand people enter.

Inside the palace, there are bronze guards wearing heavy armor, holding sharp spears, with solemn expressions, guarding every corner of the palace. Their presence makes this ancient bronze palace more solemn and mysterious.

"Master, my junior sisters and I have recently rehearsed a set of songs and dances. The journey is lonely, so Master, you can watch the songs and dances to pass the time."

A female cultivator came up to Lu Cheng and said this. In the next ten years, the lives of all of them would be in the hands of this ancestor. He could decide life and death in a moment's thought. How could they not feel awe?

Lu Cheng is usually devoted to practicing Taoism, nourishing his body and studying swordsmanship. He has no interest in these games and entertainments. But he heard that Senior Brother Liu Hexuan is very addicted to these things. He may have given up the path of Taoism, and just spends this year laughing again and again, and the autumn moon and spring breeze pass by leisurely.

Being able to spend four thousand years in such a carefree and joyful way, and finally dying in the arms of his wives and concubines on a warm bed, would mean having no regrets and making his practice worthwhile, right?
Lu Cheng wanted to refuse, but he keenly noticed the fear in the eyes of the green-clothed female cultivator.

In the sect war, tens of thousands of monks were killed or injured. How could they not be terrified?
"It's a long road, so let's just dance. Let's dance more attentively. If you can boost morale, I will naturally reward you."

All the monks from the sect who came with him on the flying car were called over to enjoy the singing and dancing with Patriarch Tiexiao.

"It's a long journey, the Grandmaster asked us to gather together and enjoy the dance and music. Please invite Junior Sister Zeng to dance for us!"

The dance and music began, and first there was a slim woman who slowly descended from a height in the palace, her face covered with a veil, but she was extremely charming!
The woman's face could not be seen, but her eyes were as deep as a spring. She was wearing a green dress with a slightly slit at the hem, revealing her snow-white calves. Her skin was whiter than snow and as crystal clear as jade.

There is a red gauze at the bend of her arm, as light as clouds, waving it, like a stream of fire dancing in the sky. The green skirt, the red gauze, the exquisite body and the slender legs are all outlined with the most seductive lines during the graceful dance.

When she jumped up and down, she glanced around, and all the monks present immediately felt that she was looking at them. Although they could not see her face clearly, they all felt that there was an indescribable affection under the veil.

"Peach blossom eyes make dogs look affectionate."

Lu Cheng sat at the top of the palace, drinking while being served by his female disciples and chuckling in his heart.

The singing and dancing in the hall was first performed by one person, and then a group of women descended like fairies from heaven. Their red gauze billowed, their green skirts swayed, their snow-white skin and jade-like features were looming and beautiful.

"A piece of loom, in the lotus season of June in the morning pond, stained with so much affectionate dew. The lotus is like a face, who is my heart tied to, combing my black hair in front of the mirror."

The female lead dancer was also the lead singer. She bent over like a willow swaying in the wind and met Lu Cheng's eyes, with a hint of anger and resentment in her eyes.

"Two looms, green willow branches beside the pond, thousands of petals blown away by the wind. My soul is drifting thousands of miles away, who knows who to rely on? I hear the sound of the flute at the end of spring.

Three looms, a line of egrets roosting southward, red clouds filling the sky. The silk baskets sent from afar add to the old memories and compose new poems.

Four pieces of loom, koi fish swimming in the deep blue water, but waves are rising towards people. Throwing a dice among the flowers, I also hope that people will know, who can say that I am crazy.

Five looms, thousands of flowers fill the path, people sleep among the flowers. Fallen petals cover the ground, brocade silk is gently pulled, and delicate hands are weaving.

Six looms, green peaks and green hills with clouds, silver flowing in the stream into waterfalls. The youthful spirit, Zhong Li and Qi, all the mountains and rivers are included in the poem.

Seven looms, lightly dressed in red, condensing leisure thoughts, weaving clouds with white hands and holding flower ornaments. Life is just a dream, there is no ladder to the clouds, but the fragrance will fade away.

Eight looms, mandarin ducks weave a clear stream, hand in hand, weeping over the fallen flowers. The fine waves and ripples, once played with the flowers, how could they be willing to break their ties.

Nine looms, bare hands pick up needles to embroider white silk clothes, and weave the red embroidery with tears. The brocade is the icing on the cake, the lingering sunset, the lovesickness spreads through the silken silk. "

A piece of music performed by Nine Looms, with beautiful people, beautiful dancing and beautiful singing. This was a song and dance prepared for the Yuanying Patriarch. Naturally, it was the highest level of female cultivators in Huanyun Valley. The cultivators around were so fascinated by it that they even forgot their worries and fears about their own future.

Fine wine, beautiful women, singing and dancing banquets, storytelling and acrobatics, in essence, bring people into a fantasy world, making them forget their current situation and their worries about the future.

Thinking about it this way, Lu Cheng understood why Senior Brother Liu Hexuan was obsessed with this. If he was not obsessed with it, he probably would not be able to practice the Illusion Sun Technique to the second level.

"The world is so ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring, and looking down on everything... is fine."

This song and dance performance was very good.

Lu Cheng did not go back on his promise. He raised his hand, and dark clouds of water vapor quickly gathered above the bronze palace. Then, accompanied by a few rumbling thunders, it began to rain.

Spiritual rain!

Lu Cheng shattered the spirit stone and called the wind and rain. In this small area, it rained spiritual energy, nourishing all the cultivators.

"Thank you, Master. Congratulations to the Master!"

"Thank you, Master. Congratulations to the Master!"

The shouts and salutes of thousands of people were quite spectacular. This rain of spiritual energy would not wet clothes. As soon as it fell, it was like rain falling into a desert that had been dry for a hundred years, and was swallowed up in an instant. All those present were cultivators, so who would have their clothes wet by the spiritual energy?

At this moment, Lu Cheng's spiritual sense vaguely sensed that on the side of his own bronze Taoist temple's flying carriage, there was a ghost carriage of similar size, pulled by several skulls with horns on their foreheads, approaching rapidly. The carriage was filled with a ghostly aura, and looked like a black cloud in the air.

"Master Chi Kui, the other one is...Fellow Daoist Xie Lan? Since you two have already entered my Dao Palace, why are you still hiding? Don't you think that I, Huanyun Valley, haven't treated you well enough?"

Lu Cheng waved his sleeves, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged. Two monks in black robes suddenly appeared above the huge palace.

A man with a burly figure, long red hair, and a handsome face, but with a fierce aura, was none other than the Chi Kui Zhenjun, who had dealt with Lu Cheng several times.

The other man was tall and slender, with a face that was originally handsome, but his narrow eyes and eagle nose ruined the overall beauty. Moreover, his face was terribly pale, and even revealed a sense of death.

Seeing Xie Lan, Lu Cheng sighed in his heart.

Using the essence of the five elements to build the Dharma body and using Taoist methods to recreate the physical body, although it is possible to replace the body and quickly restore a Nascent Soul cultivator's magical powers to nearly the seventh or eighth level, it is extremely costly and requires a lot of manpower and material resources.

The Xuanmo Sect was able to recreate a physical body for Xie Lan in such a short period of time. Even though they had made preparations at the beginning of the sect war, it also demonstrated the strength of the Xuanmo Sect, which was indeed incomparable to Huanyun Valley and Haoran Academy.

"Everyone has been transferred to Nanlihai this time. Since we met on the road, of course we have to come over to say hello. You all go down. We have something to discuss with your Iron Patriarch."

True Lord Chi Kui gave the order in a seemingly heroic manner, and the monks from the Huanyun Valley in the palace naturally looked towards Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng raised his hand slightly, and these monks quickly saluted and left one after another.

"Friend Tie Dao is really good at this. He was able to win people's hearts so quickly. This way, after ten years in Nanlihai, they will be your own people in Huanyun Valley."

In the world of immortal cultivation, a cultivator's own magic power is naturally the most important. But if he is really alone, he will inevitably be isolated from the news and have no authority in the sect. In the ten years of Nanlihai, if Lucheng can keep these cultivators, they will be his natural direct descendants.

"I am used to being idle and have never had any interest in intervening in the affairs of the sect. What are the reasons for your two Taoist friends to come here this time?"

"Friend Tiedao, do you still remember the agreement we made back then?" True Lord Chi Kui looked towards Lu Cheng. Not long after Lu Cheng's Nascent Soul Ceremony that year, he had lured this man out. The two had fought each other once, and also had an agreement.

"Now I can tell you what the secret is. Have you ever heard of the 'Xuan Ting Sect'?"

"...But, what about the sect that fought against the Yuanshen ancestor thousands of years ago and was destroyed as a result?"

There are numerous Taoist scriptures in Lucheng, and some Taoist theories also mention this sect, which shows how powerful it was in the past.

"That's right. The sky collapsed, the earth sank, the Nine Netherworld devoured the world, and the thousand-mile sect turned into a rift valley. Although the Xuanting Sect was destroyed, the courage and unity of the Yuanshen cultivators who fought against it back then will be remembered by people even after thousands of years. We accidentally found the ruins of the Xuanting Sect, and some formations are still running inside."

In an instant, Lu Cheng realized how huge the benefits were here. No wonder Chi Kui was so cautious back then.

The Xuanting Sect was once a powerful sect that had produced immortals and had its founder ascend to the upper realms. For thousands of years, there has been a constant stream of Nascent Soul and Primordial Spirit cultivators in the sect.

However, no matter how powerful a sect is, it will eventually decline. During that period, the Xuanting Sect no longer had any Yuanshen cultivators, but it still had many Yuanying True Lords, and it was still a giant in the world of immortal cultivation.

But he had been strong for too many years, and when he became weak, he failed to adjust his mentality in time. He had a grudge with a Yuanshen cultivator, but failed to resolve it in time.

Therefore, even though there were still Nascent Soul cultivators, seventh-tier magic weapons, and talismans in the Xuanting Sect, they were eventually wiped out.

The traces of that earth-shattering and tragic battle can still be seen on that once blessed land: a huge, bottomless rift.

Now the remains of Xuanting Sect have appeared, and there are still formations running inside: inheritance pavilion, sect treasury, alchemy room, weapon refining hall. The inheritance of sixth-level or even seventh-level skills is likely to be there, and the sixth-level and seventh-level alchemy formulas and weapon refining methods, whatever the Xuanting Sect left behind at random, are enough to build a prosperous sect.

"You invited more than just me, right? How many other people know about this?"

With the precious treasure in front of him, Lu Cheng took a deep breath and exhaled gently, his eyes regained calm. At this moment, he also understood why Xie Lan was seriously injured and was about to come out again with a new acquired five elements body. Now that his physical body is broken, the Xuanting relics are even more important to him.

The Nascent Soul Dharmakaya cultivator's magic power can no longer be improved, but he is reluctant to give up the remaining hundreds of years of his lifespan, so the longer the time drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for him.

"There are four Nascent Soul cultivators including us, and there are also several Core Forming cultivators. Don't worry, fellow Daoist. Everyone has signed a blood oath. Junior Brother Xie Lan and I are also keeping a close eye on it. This news has definitely not spread out." True Lord Chi Kui said with certainty.

"Fellow Daoist Xie Lan, will your continued participation in battles despite your serious injuries arouse that person's suspicion?" At this time, Lu Cheng could only believe what Chi Kui said, and asked Xie Lan while looking at him.

"No, the frontline suffered a great defeat, and the Northern Territory Yuanshen Patriarch once again raised the reward. My path has been damaged, and I can survive this catastrophe by participating in one more frontline battle. Therefore, it is not surprising that I have fought in succession."

"..." Lu Cheng didn't quite believe what this person said, but he couldn't possibly not participate in such an opportunity as the Xuanting Ruins, so he had no choice but to accept it and be more careful in secret.

"We can't go to the Xuanting ruins right away. We have to wait until the last few years of the ten-year period. Otherwise, if we leave our post without permission, the sect and even the Northern Territory Yuanshen Patriarch will hunt us down. Junior Brother Xie Lan and I came here this time to reach an agreement with fellow Taoists to work together and help each other. Otherwise, if we are missing anyone, the exploration of the Xuanting ruins will be full of dangers and twists and turns."

The three Nascent Soul cultivators negotiated for several hours in the flying carriage in the bronze Taoist palace, and then signed the Styx Blood Oath, pledging never to attack each other. Then they dispersed and returned to their sects and drove to Cangyun Island in the Nanli Sea.

"For now, this is a good thing. At least the defense mission of Cangyun Island in Nanlihai has reduced a lot of pressure. Although I can't rely on them, the possibility of them stabbing me in the back is also reduced a lot. After all, every time someone knows about the Xuanting Ruins, it will be more dangerous."

From the composition of the cultivators, it can be seen that Chi Kui and Xie Lan are intentionally reducing the number of Yuanying Zhenjun joining.

They are more inclined to find more Jindan cultivators, and explore the Xuanting ruins bit by bit. Even if the Yuanying cultivators have signed the Styx Blood Oath, they can break the blood oath as long as they are willing to pay a heavy enough price. The reason why Chi Kui asked Lu Cheng to join is, on the one hand, because Lu Cheng has the magic cultivation method he wants, and on the other hand, it is because he is conceited and believes that he can still defeat this person in a life-and-death fight.

After all, Taoist Tiexiao has only been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage not long ago, and his accumulated magical powers are still a little insufficient.

The vast sea of ​​Nanli is sparkling, with an island dotted in the middle like a necklace. A giant island stands in the mist, named Cangyun Island.

This was a large natural island. After countless monks moved mountains and filled the sea, turning the sea into land, it has now become a giant island with a high-level spiritual vein.

The Northern Territory monks have been managing this archipelago for thousands of years. Almost every spiritual island has a defensive formation and a teleportation formation connected to the earth veins, which can support each other.

If they don't capture this place, the cultivators from the Tiannan cultivation world won't dare to go any deeper. Otherwise, the cultivators from the Northern Territory can rely on those teleportation arrays, outnumber the enemy, and attack from all sides. At that time, the situation will be reversed immediately, and they will bleed continuously.

Of course, Monk Tiannan would not do such a crazy thing.

The sixth-level spiritual vein Cangyun Island is the core of the Nanlihai defense line. Although it is jointly managed by several major sects, the mountain shape, palaces and pavilions are almost as good as those of many large sects.

On this day, a giant bronze chariot flew over from the distant sky.

"Uncle Master, we have finally arrived at Cangyun Island."

"Ah."

On the bronze flying chariot, there were two middle-aged Jindan cultivators standing on the left and right behind Lu Cheng, speaking with some excitement.

One of these two people is named Ge Chengyi and the other is named Jiang Jinxiu. Both of them are mature and steady people arranged by Huang Daozhong to be by Lu Cheng's side.

They may not be very good at magical powers, but these two have their own ways of dealing with matters and uniting their fellow disciples. Harmony among people has been the most important thing since ancient times, and only when there are no problems within the sect can they concentrate their strength on fighting against external disasters.

"Chengyi, Jinxiu, the two of you will accompany me to Feiling Palace to choose the spiritual island where we will be stationed next."

The entire Nanli Sea defense line certainly does not have only Cangyun Island as a node.

Although the mountain protection formation of Cangyun Island is indeed almost indestructible, if there is only this one node, the cultivators of Tiannan can also set up a formation to surround this isolated island layer by layer. If all the expenses of a large number of cultivators are teleported in through the teleportation formation, it won't take long for the entire Northern Territory's cultivation world to be overwhelmed.

Therefore, with Cangyun Island as the center, the entire defense line is spread out with many defense nodes, and there are teleportation arrays inside. It is impossible to encircle it, and if you take them down one by one, there will be heavy casualties. It can indeed be called a naturally dangerous area.

When Lu Cheng came here, he knew that he would not be stationed on Cangyun Island, but would be sent to guard the outer island. That's why he borrowed a flying car from the sect's treasury and traveled day and night to choose a good island to guard and to ensure the safety of his own cultivation to the greatest extent.

When we arrived at Feiling Temple, there were already monks inside looking at the sea map and choosing an island.

These are cultivators from nearby areas, but fortunately there are no Yuanying Zhenjun present, and the islands they can choose do not conflict with those of Lu Cheng.

"But is it the True Lord Tie Xiao of the Cangyun Spirit Vein and Huanyun Valley? Nice to meet you, really nice to meet you. I am Shan Ji'an, the steward of Cangyun Island. I have seen the portrait of the True Lord before. Please come in quickly."

As soon as Lu Cheng and his two companions stepped into Feiling Palace, they were warmly greeted by a blue-robed monk with a short beard.

Although cultivators are not tolerant of worldly etiquette, this is the treatment that Yuanying Zhenjun deserves.

This deacon, Shan Ji'an, is a cultivator similar to the receptionist of Cangyun Island. Although he is only at the Purple Mansion realm, he is obviously a very versatile person.

"You are here to choose an island to garrison, right? You have arrived early, and there are still many good spiritual islands. You can take your time to choose."

Shan Ji'an didn't waste any time talking, but quickly led Lu Cheng to the sea chart, and then pointed out to him the layout of each spiritual island, the level of the formation, and the spiritual objects produced.

This quickly made Lu Cheng, Ge Chengyi and Jiang Jinxiu feel more favorable towards this person. Someone who is good at dealing with people but can really get things done is liked everywhere he goes.

"Among these spiritual islands, I recommend Kun Island the most. Although it is only a fifth-order medium-grade spiritual vein, it has a fifth-order high-grade formation. The cost of spiritual stones is a bit higher, but it produces spiritual rice. It is the most important spiritual rice supply site for Cangyun Main Island."

Although Shan Ji'an spoke only briefly, Lu Cheng, Ge Chengyi and Jiang Jinxiu looked at each other and instantly understood what he meant.

In times of great catastrophe, we have to spend money to avoid disaster and garrison this spiritual island. Once the main island of Cangyun is surrounded, we have to save it whether we want to or not. Otherwise, we really don’t know which side will starve to death first.

High-level cultivators can practice fasting, but a large number of low- and middle-level cultivators still need spiritual rice to replenish their energy, and they are also an important force.

"Okay, then we will choose to stay on this spiritual island. If you have free time in the future, you can come to my place to drink tea and discuss Taoism."

Lu Cheng said this to the blue-robed deacon Shan Ji'an with a smile.

"I dare not. I dare not."

What kind of discussion is this between the Purple Mansion cultivator and the Yuanying old monster?

Shan Ji'an suppressed his ecstasy and saluted Lu Cheng.

Why would he pay a large sum of money to take the position of deacon? Isn't it just to have the opportunity to establish a relationship with the Yuanying monster?

Not to mention anything else, just during this catastrophe, his family can send some of his children and wives to Kun Island, and leave some on the main island of Cangyun. In this way, his family will have a much greater chance of surviving this catastrophe.

Not to mention being able to establish a good relationship with the Yuanying old monster, this is a blessing for future generations.

At this moment, a huge rumbling sound came from outside the palace.

Everyone present was a cultivator. Even without using their eyes, they could sense with their spiritual sense a rather gorgeous spirit boat, which was now stained with blood and flew to the Nanli Sea.

Immediately afterwards, several monks quickly flew down from above and headed straight for the Feiling Palace on Cangyun Island.

"What bad luck! How could we encounter a group of demonic birds? If not, we should have arrived long ago. Hey, where is the steward here? I am Luo Ji'an from the Heavenly Demon Sword Sect. Please quickly arrange for me to guard the Spirit Island. I want the Kun Island!"

"what?"

Under the pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator, Shan Ji'an could not bear the pressure at all and instinctively looked back at Lu Cheng.

He might not have meant it, but it was shown too clearly under Yuanying Zhenjun's lightning-fast mind.

"I am Luo Ji'an from the Tianyao Sword Sect. I don't recognize this fellow Taoist."

Luo Ji'an quickly realized what was going on, but he had connections on Cangyun Island and knew that Kun Island was one of the best defended islands among the outer islands. This was a matter of life and death for the next ten years, so he certainly couldn't let it go easily.

But the problem is that Lu Cheng is also like this. He also clearly knows that this spiritual island is related to the life and death of everyone in the next ten years, so how could he give it up easily?

(End of this chapter)