Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 122 The aftermath of the war
"Master Kang, Master Kang, please spare my life!" Kang Dabao listened to the screams in front of him and still expressionlessly thrust the short blade through his robes and into the chest of this old acquaintance.

After comforting them, Sima Fei still had no sympathy. Even after breaking the formation, he did not let Kang Dabao and the remaining Pingrong County troops rest for too long. He still had to follow the other teams to search for the remaining enemies.

Kang Dabao's injuries had not healed yet. Not only did his skin, flesh and bones hurt, but every time he used his spiritual power, he felt a burning sensation in his tendons and veins.

How could one survive the attack of that Heavenly Thunder without paying a price?

One Heavenly Thunder Seed is equivalent to a top-grade flying sword, but it still cannot take the life of Master Kang. This Master Kang is truly "priceless".

"I've never met an old customer in a place like this before." Kang Dabao felt a little emotional. He recognized the elegant monk with a sad face. He was a rare good man. His impression was that he should be practicing in Tanggu County.

A few years ago, when Master Kang was still a traveling merchant, he was in a very tight spot and was short of a broken spirit bead to pay his bill. He just said in a good-tempered and gentle voice that we'll settle it next time.

His wife is also a good person. She cooks good rice porridge and delicious pickled vegetables, and is also happy to invite outsiders to have some rice and vegetables.

She was a quiet, smiling girl, and very handsome. Although she kept her full chest tightly covered, it often made her clothes bulge out, always attracting the attention of Kang Dazhang to take a few more glances.

I once heard the elegant monk say that she got sick after giving birth, and it was difficult to cure without spending a lot of spiritual stones. Therefore, the couple's cultivation path was very difficult, and the elegant monk ran around to earn some spiritual stones to bring home so that he could try his best to treat his wife's illness.

This made the head of Kangda, who heard about it at the time, very worried, and he charged less for several subsequent transactions.

Kang Dabao had been a traveling merchant for decades and had been looked down upon a lot, but things like this that contained a bit of warmth were rare and were still fresh in his memory.

Even so, Kang Dabao didn't dare to slow down any more. He always felt that General Xu's eyes were staring at him from behind, and he was afraid that he was trying to find fault with him so as to take it out on him.

Feeling cold sweat on his back, Kang Dabao frowned and gently twisted the short blade that was stabbed into his chest, then pulled it back violently.

A column of blood instantly spurted out from the chest of this elegant monk. He looked painful, with blood bubbling from his mouth, and he stammered something.

Kang Dabao didn't dare to listen at this moment. He slashed with the short blade in his hand, and the old acquaintance in front of him had his neck cut open again. He died in the blink of an eye.

"Humph!" General Xu walked past Kang Dabao carrying a bunch of heads, glared at him fiercely, and showed his suspicion. "This time, it was all because of this guy that you were harmed. Even if you pick up so many heads, I don't know if your merits and demerits can be offset!"

If it weren't for Sima Fei's repeated strict military orders, forbidding his men to fight and kill each other privately, it's hard to say whether General Xu would have put down his head right now and sought out Master Kang for a fight.

At this time, Kang Dabao didn't even look at him. He picked up the storage bag, shook off the remaining blood on it, walked away, and said nothing.

This was the first time in Master Kang's two lifetimes that he had ever been envied by a powerful man, and he was somewhat uncomfortable with it.

Just as he put away the storage bag, there was a loud noise from the distant mountain peak. Kang Dabao turned around suddenly.

At this time, half a month had passed since Fei Sima broke the formation alone. Under the fierce attack of nearly four hundred provincial court monks, the second-grade, superior Shangyuan golden fighting formation that had been held on by the remaining disciples of the Five Phases Sect and passed down for hundreds of years was finally unable to hold on, and the spiritual light shield was extremely dim.

Fei Sima, who looked like a celestial being, and Gunjia Sima beside him first worked together to sacrifice a precious array-breaking bead, and then used all their strength to cut the array shield into four petals with a halberd and a sword, and then completely shattered it.

In the blink of an eye, large patches of golden flowers bloomed on the distant mountain peaks, as beautiful as autumn leaves, falling from the top of the mountain.

Even after the formation was broken, the disciples of the Five Phases Sect did not give up resistance.

It must be said that the disciples who grow up in this sect are loyal.

They hid in the formations of key buildings within the Wuxiang Gate, relying only on the geographical advantage and their unyielding spirit to continue their struggle against the enemies that were pouring in like a tide.

The death of the sect leader, the destruction of the formation, and the scattering of fellow disciples did not make them bow their heads. Others would find it difficult to understand why these disciples of the Five Phases Sect, who were already in a desperate situation, still persisted. Perhaps they still cared about the continuation of the sect's tradition; perhaps they still had the hope of being rescued by the Liangyi Sect; or perhaps they still had the purest attachment to the sect.

But these are not important anymore. Even though Sima Fei and Sima Gun were exhausted, they did not take any more action.

However, the remaining disciples of the Five Phases Sect, faced with the red-eyed state court lackeys who attacked them one after another, had commendable ambitions but they only managed to hold out for half a day.

Ever since the disciples of the Five Phases Sect who resisted in groups were crushed to pieces by the state court's army, this thousand-year-old sect's headquarters had completely changed its owner.

The good things like sharing the fat meat were not the turn of the soldiers from various counties who came to help in accordance with the order of the state court.

Sima Gunjia withdrew all the monks from various counties who had previously attacked the formation, and led the elite team directly under the command of the Earl of Nan'an to go in and plunder.

Except for a few people like General Xu who were selected to join the local militia.

Even at this time, the other people in their team were still dressed in shiny clothes and armor, as if even the bloody aura that filled the battlefield was isolated by their immortal clothes, without being stained by it at all.

This made them seem somewhat out of place in the fighting scene, and also made the local soldiers who suffered heavy casualties on the scene pale in comparison.

"The Five Phases Sect is gone." Sect Master Kang did not pay too much attention to the team of elite warriors. He watched as the tall archway of the Five Phases Sect that had stood for a thousand years was smashed into debris by a big-bellied monk with a giant hammer, and his mood was inexplicably complicated.

This was an official sect recorded in the Golden Book of the Immortal Dynasty. Once the provincial government’s army arrived, it was gone in less than half a month!
Hundreds of disciples, the head of the foundation-building sect, and the second-level magic array.
Another force that was far superior to the Chongming Sect was reduced to ashes, which made Master Kang feel a little sad.

After killing another wave of frightened monks who fled after the collapse of the formation, Kang Dabao dragged his body in severe pain and spent most of the day gathering the scattered troops.

Just a few days had passed, and by this time, of the fifty people originally brought out from Pingrong County, only twelve or thirteen were still alive.

After the great victory of the state court, it was time to commend the merits. It stood to reason that those who had not returned would not choose to desert at this time.

This time no one from the Luo family team was left alive, and from the fellow cultivators' association only the young monk was still alive, but he had an arm cut off.

He had accomplished his goal this time very well. When he returned, the elders who were in charge of the fellow practitioners' association would probably reward him.

The entire Grass Witch Cult was wiped out this time, and even the deacon named Cai who led the team did not survive. After returning, Master Kang will probably have to spend some time explaining to Sun Bingdou.

The leader of Hemudao, the brother-in-law of Tiexishan's brother-in-law, was also seriously injured, but at least he was still alive and well.

Han Lu and his wife died in the battle, the Shao brothers and sisters injured their foundation and their paths were ruined, the eldest of the two evil spirits of the Feng family was seriously injured and has not recovered yet, the second son of the Feng family had his eyes pierced and his brain injured by flying ice spikes, and he seemed to be frozen stupid, and now he can't speak clearly, and can only grin and drool.

Only Qian Liu, who had the least ability, managed to escape the disaster by hiding somewhere, and was able to stand in front of the head of Kangda in good condition.

"Most of the others died outside." Master Kang said silently in his heart.

This was also thanks to the outstanding combat capabilities of the two Simas, who won a great victory and suffered less damage in pursuing the enemy.

Otherwise, it is hard to say how many of them can come back alive.

Kang Dabao looked at the sparse team in front of him and felt fortunate that he did not bring a disciple from the Chongming Sect with him.

Fei Sima's words of comfort seemed to still echo in my ears: "Take a good rest, there are still many good fights to come."

(End of this chapter)