Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 279: General Soldier Soul
Today's New Cloud Alliance meeting was conducted without much haggling and went very smoothly.

This was not common in the years that Ye Zhen had been the leader of the alliance, and it was a little unfamiliar to him. But after taking another look at the Taoist priest in black shoes sitting on the left, this scene made sense.

To exaggerate a bit, the latter's sword alone was enough to match half of the New Cloud Alliance. Not to mention, the famous Yunjiaozhou Yin Shangong came with a spear to endorse him.

Compared with him, the so-called leader of the New Cloud Alliance is really not as majestic as him.

In fact, the general plan for sending troops had already been decided long before the various families came to Mingzong to discuss the matter, and today we are just filling in the details.

After all, the fact that the leaders of the New Cloud Alliance gathered in Chongming Sect could not be concealed for too long, and the leaders and elders of Changning Sect were not fools, so they knew that there must be something fishy about it.

"Since everyone has no objection, then we've decided it." As the landlord, Kang Dabao stood up and made the final decision after Ye Zhen, who was sitting next to him, finished speaking.

Before, it was not his turn to say this. But this time, Kang Dabao said this, and no one in the family raised any objection.

This is because even if the Chongming Sect does not count the powerful but unknown supreme elder, Taoist Heilu, the only thing it has is Kang Dabao, Jiang Qing and Fei Shuhe, who brought Nanny Sun as a dowry, which means they already have three real foundation-building cultivators.

Although this number is not eye-catching, in the current Xinyun League, it is actually only slightly less than the leader of the league, Shujian Sect. The foundation-building cultivators of Zifeng Valley, Feiyue Shan Family, and Hemu Dao are actually not as good as the Chongming Sect in terms of both quantity and quality.

In just about ten years, the Chongming Sect had grown from a small Qi-cultivating sect that, like the Hemu Dao, had to rely on the protection of the Black Shoe Taoist to join the alliance, to the second-most powerful sect in the alliance, which could not help but make people sigh.

If we add in the connections that Sect Leader Kang has in the Yunjiao Province, even a major sect in the province like Shujian Sect, which has six living people who have established their foundation, may not be able to compare.

Shan Sheng, the head of the Shan family, was happy to accept this change, and even actively moved closer to the Shan family through means including but not limited to marriage;
The idea of ​​the head of Hemu Dao, Han, was not much different. However, while his family was getting closer to the Chongming Sect, they also had some desire to use Kang Dabao as a bridge to ease the tense relationship with the Heilu Taoist.

When facing Kang Dabao, Master Han still felt a little bit upset about the fact that his uncle was moved away by someone else. His family only hired Li Mingyuan, a well-known foundation-building cultivator, as a worshiper in the sect, which would cost most of the annual income.

Of course they cannot save this money, otherwise, not to mention their position in the New Cloud Alliance, the counterattack from those small families that they bullied in the past will be enough to give them a headache.

If Taoist Black Shoes were still alive, he wouldn't have to worry about these issues.

As for Zifeng Valley, most of the senior leaders in the sect are also happy about it.

After all, if the Chongming Sect is as weak as theirs, then the Shujian Sect led by Ye Zhen can be regarded as the dominant one in the Xinyun League.

Although the Shen family, who had regained power in Zifeng Valley, were happy that Shen Baiyue was ambushed and killed by the Changning Sect, it did not mean that they had no objection to Ye Zhen's previous forceful order for Zifeng Valley to reduce its share of the spirit stone mines.

However, even though they have opinions, Zifenggu's current strength does not allow him to challenge Ye Zhen again.

After the two leaders Shen Ang and Shen Baiyue died one after another, the new leader of Zifeng Valley was Shen Tu, who had just established his foundation.

Shen Xing, an old cultivator who had been building his foundation for nearly a hundred years, had been fighting for power with Shen Baiyue and had even gone to such a mess that he even created a deputy headmaster to be the leader.

Who would have thought that after Shen Baiyue's sudden death, Shen Xing would not dare to take the vacant position of the head, but seeing this behavior, it was not clear that Shen Xing had any courage. The upper class follows the lower class, and the style of Zifeng Valley can be seen from this.

However, if the Chongming Sect, whose paper strength is only weaker than that of the Shujian Sect within the alliance, is willing to come out and compete with the former, everyone in Zifeng Valley will be very happy to see it happen and will be willing to follow suit and cheer.

After all, if the leader Ye Zhen really reaches the point where his orders are issued by one person and no one can control them, that would not be a good thing in the eyes of the leaders of each family.

Therefore, after Master Kang said this, the matter was settled, and there would be no further changes in the future.

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The wind was blowing gently all day and night, and the full moon was in the sky.

Lu Bing was lying in the plague center, looking at the bright moon thoughtfully.

He was busy all day long, practicing Qigong, cultivating his body, chanting sutras, and bandaging his wounds, but he didn't seem to have made any achievements. Mo Kan just stared at the moon blankly, which seemed to be a luxury for him.

Since these disciples were assigned by Mo Wen to guard the military camp, they had been fighting with the cultivators from the Changning Sect across the street every ten days or every half a month.

Although the frequency was not high, every time there were fellow disciples who died and relatives and friends who were injured. The intervals in between seemed long, but in fact they were not enough for the monks in the military camp to recuperate.

If Mo Wen had not set a rule, as long as they persisted for three years, after returning to the sect, they could be promoted from outer sect to inner sect, and those who made great contributions could even be given spiritual objects to build their foundation.
It is because of the promises of various benefits that outer disciples like Lu Bing have been able to persist in such a difficult environment until now.

I am a poor disciple with no family or home. If I cannot even give up my own life, how can I have the qualifications to fight against heaven for my life?
Lu Bing knew that he had no right to complain. After all, he was an outer disciple of Qiaogong Fort. His treatment was much better than the children sent by other vassal forces of Qiaogong Fort and the temporary recruited independent cultivators in the village.

Qiaogongbao was the vanguard awarded to Chongmingzong by Kuang Liuting. The vanguard also had his own vanguards. The latter two types of people were the ones who suffered the heaviest casualties when Changningzong's lackeys attacked the stronghold.

Lu Bing came from a poor family, and because of some circumstances, he embarked on the path of immortality. He went through untold hardships to enter a major foundation-building sect. Even now, he is still as precarious as when he was a casual cultivator, so he has no extra time to sympathize with them.

For some reason last month, Mo Wen, the chief of Pingrong in Qiaogongbao, sent an order to several military camps in Qiaogongbao, which had always been passive in taking attacks, to actively attack the lackeys of Changning Sect and put an end to their arrogance.

Lu Bing was injured at that time. A cultivator from Wuyou Cave on the opposite side slashed his chest with a knife that was as long as an arm.

If he had not been so cautious that he sold his powerful magic weapon in exchange for a magic weapon inner armor before setting out, he would have been able to settle the score with just this one blow.

The monks of Wuyou Cave were not simple, and were almost the most capable of fighting among the many vassals under Changning Sect. Lu Bing paid the price of his puppet being shattered and his body being severely injured before he killed the monk.

However, although his injury was serious, according to what his senior alchemist brother in the epidemic center said, he could only come here twice every ten days to change the dressing and recuperate for one day.

"The medicine at the epidemic center is running out, and there are not enough places."

Whenever Lu Bing thought of the embarrassed and guilty expression on his senior brother's face when he mentioned this matter, he knew that it was not a lie.

"I heard that after the end of the year, the sect will transfer another group of brothers to take over. By then, we can return to the sect to recuperate for half a year before coming back here. In that case, it won't be long before the three-year deadline."

Lu Bing recalled the rumors told by a familiar junior fellow apprentice, but he felt no interest in thinking about it.

I was afraid that the news was false, but I was also afraid that it was true and I would not live to see that news.

After the puppet was shattered and he was seriously injured, even if he got the storage bag of the powerful enemy, it would be difficult for Lu Bing to recover his strength in a short time. In the two or three recent attacks by the Changning Sect, everyone could clearly feel that the opponent's offensive was getting more and more fierce, and more and more people died.

There are two reasons for this. First, the Changning Sect has indeed gathered a large number of vassals and intensified the attack on the village. Second, there are more and more wounded people like Lu Bing in the village. Although Qiaogong Fort has been filling the gap with new recruits, it cannot keep up with the losses here.

Several inner sect brothers couldn't bear to see the people below afraid to fight. If a disciple like Lu Bing who had not yet recovered from his injuries dared to go through the motions while guarding the village, it would be very dangerous.

The invading wind blades and fireballs from outside might be less vulnerable, but there is no guarantee that they will be captured by the senior brothers in the sect and slaughtered like chickens to boost morale.

It would be the same outcome whether you stick your head out or hide your head. Lu Bing made up his mind and decided to fight a few more battles.

After all, it's just a miserable life. I had clearly decided to give it up since the beginning of my stay in the village, but I didn't expect that after holding on to it for so long, I would not be willing to let it go.

To fight your way into the inner door, if you can break through the late stage of Qi training early, then you can work hard towards the foundation-building stage; if you can't, then you can ask for grace, open a piece of spiritual soil, become an ancestor of the meridians, and cultivate your bloodline wholeheartedly, which is also a good thing.

I don’t know how long it took, but a group of dense dark clouds floated across the sky, covering the silver-plate-like moon.

Lu Bing was quite unhappy about losing his rare entertainment and frowned. Suddenly, an alarm sounded from the bell tower in the village. He was so frightened that he immediately changed into his robes, held the magic tools, and was ready for battle, regardless of his bleeding wound.

All the wounded in the epidemic center who were able to stand up did the same thing as him, which was one of the reasons why they were still able to survive in this military camp.

After only half an incense stick of time, Lu Bing and others had gathered together spontaneously.

The Inner Sect Senior Brother in charge of the Disease Center also came soon. He changed his usual expression of "Don't Enter" and said kindly: "The bandits have invaded the village. Senior Brother Lizhai ordered us to return to our positions and fight back. Senior Brother Lizhai said that anyone who returns with a beheaded will be rewarded with two Breaking Realm Pills."

Lu Bing didn't like the friendly tone of this inner sect senior brother. The last time senior brother Li Zhai led them out of the village to attack the enemy, he used this same tone.

He would rather his fellow apprentices were in a bad mood with each other every day as usual, even if they beat or scolded a mediocre apprentice like him.

The last time this cordial tone came out, Lu Bing lost two of his close fellow disciples.

This was not only known to Lu Bing, but everyone in the room also knew it. However, like Lu Bing, they all obeyed without arguing.

It's not for the reward. Judging from the situation, the enemy will surely attack in a large scale. The people of Qiaogongbao are barely surviving in the formation. Who has the ability to escape from the formation and return with a beheaded enemy?

It's just that you're in a situation and it's difficult to get out.

Lu Bing did not dare to slow down, and endured the severe pain in his chest as he quickly rushed to the position assigned to him.

The large protective formation set up by the military camp is of good quality, a first-class top-grade thick earth and round light formation. If it is intact as before, it can build a wall of thick earth and use the round light to repel the enemy. With the forty or fifty cultivators who still have combat effectiveness in their camp, even a true cultivator who has established his foundation will find it difficult to capture it.

But now, the essence of the thick earth in the formation has been exhausted, and it is impossible to form an earth wall. The circular light sub-formation has also been shattered due to excessive control. The protective shield of the formation is now extremely weak.

If no one is sent to guard the formation, the opponent's cultivators' spells and magic weapons can even break through the formation in a short period of time, so Senior Brother Li Zhai has to urgently recruit fellow disciples like Lu Bing who are still recuperating in the epidemic hospital to guard the formation.

After Lu Bing arrived at the battle position, he first moved away a corpse at the location. The corpse was shattered into several pieces by an ice arrow, and the face was blurred. Lu Bing couldn't tell whether he was a fellow disciple of Qiaogong Fort.

A fellow sister who had been guarding her position alone for a long time thought that she could finally take a break. After Lu Bing took her position, she didn't even say a word, but just sat cross-legged and began to regulate her breathing.

Unexpectedly, Lu Bing was shocked after carrying only a few strings of fireballs and golden spears, and was almost knocked over by the wild spiritual power. This made the senior sister sitting on the ground glare at him, and then gritted her teeth and stood up to fill in the position, and finally defended.

"Are there any reinforcements?" Lu Bing heard the senior sister asking the question, but she didn't know whether she was asking him or herself, so she didn't say anything. With one hand, she used her spiritual power to stabilize the formation, and with the other hand, she summoned the silver claw magic weapon and hollowed out the chest of an early cultivator who came too close.

The monk stared at his shattered chest with a wry smile, but he had no tears to cry and fell down.

After Lu Bing succeeded, he quickly recalled the silver claw magic weapon, and regardless of the sticky and colorful appearance on it, he grabbed it and looked at the storage bag on the waist of the fallen monk, feeling quite sorry.

If he was braver and willing to take the risk of the magic weapon being intercepted, he could have retrieved it.

However, his daring action of fighting back made the people surrounding the formation feel fearful. The arrogance of the people who had opened the middle door and attacked wantonly before subsided, and Lu Bing and the other two finally felt a little more relaxed.

The bloody battle in the dark night was extremely brutal. Some of the recruits who could not resist the heavy blows and abandoned the battle were smashed into pulp by the puppets of the inner sect brothers who supervised the battle.
There were enemy monks who had just captured their positions and rushed into the village, but were blasted into pieces by the top-grade crossbows that were ready for battle;

Some fellow disciples who could not bear the pressure of defending the formation simply broke out of the formation, holding their magic weapons and trapped in the crowd of monks surrounding the formation, and disappeared without a sound.

Lu Bing could only numbly resist the attacks again and again. His senior sister beside him was cut into two pieces by the sharp golden light that broke the formation at some point. She didn't have time to cry out in pain, and Lu Bing didn't have time to see either.

The wound on his chest, which had just shown signs of scabbing, had already burst open again, and he had no time to take care of it.

Even if he wanted to leave at this moment, he couldn't. If he withdrew the spiritual power protecting the formation, before his brother behind him could kill him, the Taoist magic and magical instruments rushing in from outside would directly blast him into ashes.

However, Lu Bing could not see that even the inner sect senior brother who had been supervising the battle behind them showed an anxious look on his face.

"Are there any reinforcements?" The question that the senior sister who had just died asked suddenly flashed through the minds of all the monks guarding the village.

Even Senior Brother Li Zhai, who had been observing the overall situation, was worried: "Uncle Mo promised me in advance that I could compete for the foundation-building spiritual objects. He won't deny my debt, right?"

He also understood the principle that if you defend for too long, you will lose, but the people leading the siege were too brutal and he was no match for them. Just now when he broke into the formation, he did not dare to get close and could only force him to retreat from a distance with a crossbow.

If he rushed out now, Senior Brother Lizhai would not be sure that he could escape unscathed. If he went out to attack and returned in defeat, not only would he not be able to break the danger of the siege, but he would also hurt the remaining morale of the people in the village.

"Reinforcements are coming!" Hearing a loud roar coming from the front of the formation, Senior Brother Li Zhai could no longer pretend to be calm and composed, and rushed to the front of the formation as fast as he could.

But outside the formation, a short and strong man was seen holding a murderous iron staff, riding a black-blooded horse, and leading fifty or sixty monks to charge towards them.

Although most of the monks who surrounded the formation were selected from the many vassals of Changning Sect, the leader was a true disciple of the corpse refining lineage. He had just led his men to break through a formation and killed four or five monks guarding the village alone. In the end, he was forced to retreat because of the sharp spiritual tools of the Qiaogong Fort.

However, he was not injured. Seeing that there were few reinforcements on the opposite side, he did not panic. He waved his hand and drew more than a hundred monks to follow him out of the formation to fight the enemy.

Seeing that the short and strong man in the lead was just practicing Qi, he was not afraid at all. He summoned his own spirit zombie and was full of confidence, ready to chop the man off his horse.

Both of them rushed forward. The short and strong man did not slow down when he saw that all the enemies were coming. Instead, he urged his horse forward. When he arrived in front of the spirit zombie, he hit it with a stick.

The tiger roared like the wind, and even the unconscious and stupid creature like the natal spirit zombie was stunned for a moment.

However, it was a terrifying monster that had been carefully condensed by the Ge family's foundation building and nurtured by the Ge family's true teachings. It was about to follow its master to break through to the second level. It would not be shocked by the tiger's roar and disobey its master's orders.

"Ding-ling-ling" the soul-capturing bell rang continuously. Facing the sudden attack of the tiger-evil stick, the spirit zombie stretched out its black and mottled palm and was about to capture it.

It was very long, and was a head taller than Yuan Jin, who was riding on the black-blooded horse. From the outside, Yuan Jin's full-strength attack seemed a bit overconfident and quite funny.

But as soon as the zombie's hands collided with the Tiger Evil Staff, the situation turned out to be exactly the same as what the Ge family disciple with the shawl had imagined.

The spirit zombie's pair of hands as hard as iron were smashed into pieces by the evil spirit from the tiger evil staff. The spirit zombie felt pain, his eyes were filled with shock, and blood was oozing from his mouth.

"Could this dwarf be a true cultivator who has established his foundation?!" The scattered cultivator was terrified, and almost thought that the other party had used some advanced technique to test his ability to see qi.

But when he saw that Yuan Jin did not have the aura that belonged to a true foundation-building cultivator, the cultivator felt something was wrong.

But Yuan Jin did not give him too much time to think. After seeing that he had taken advantage of the spirit zombie, he actually abandoned the Tiger Evil Staff. Without gathering strength, he put his fist as big as a bowl, with the spirit weapon boxing gloves on, aimed at the spirit zombie's head, and started hitting.

The scattered monk felt something was wrong and the bell in his hand rang violently. He finally avoided the spirit zombie's head and punched hard on the front of the spirit zombie's hard chest armor.

The unbelievable scene happened again to the monk. The spiritual zombie that he had always been proud of was blown to pieces by the short and strong man. He didn't even have the chance to use the many tricks he had prepared!
"Foundation building! It's foundation building!" The scattered cultivator vomited blood. His previous arrogance was gone. He was so panicked that he left the three black-haired zombies behind and walked away.

Yuan Jin smashed the spirit zombies, but he did not seem to be pleased at all. He retracted his fists, pulled up the reins and urged his horse to go. Three tiger roars sounded in the wind, and the three black-haired zombies left behind by the scattered monks were beaten into pieces of flesh and bones.

Seeing that the scattered monk was getting closer and closer to the monks he brought with him, Yuan Jin did not slow down, his face was firm, and he went straight to capture the enemy.

The fight between the two of them seemed long, but in fact it happened in a flash. Before the other cultivators could react, and even the battle formation was roughly set up, they saw the invincible cultivator running away with serious injuries, shouting something like "foundation building" and "foundation building".

There are all kinds of people in the world. When something unexpected happens, how can they not have all kinds of thoughts?

The scattered cultivator did not care about how serious the consequences his actions would bring to the surrounding cultivators.

He had a reason for running for his life, in his opinion, the New Cloud Alliance was the first to destroy the tacit understanding between the two parties and sent out Foundation Establishment practitioners to attack and kill the Qi Training disciples. This was against the rules and he should return to the sect as soon as possible to report to the master.

This is clearly a sign of escalating war, and we must not delay any further!

Yuan Jin didn't know that the monk had so many thoughts. He urged the black blood horse and without stopping for a moment, he sacrificed a second-level low-grade silver scale armor talisman.

When the talisman burned out, Yuan Jin's short and strong body was covered with a layer of dazzling silver armor.

But he was seen following the fleeing monks, and he rushed into the crowd alone, facing the scattered and disorderly magic spells, and swept with his staff.

The evil spirit on the tiger evil staff was as condensed as a substance and was extremely ferocious. These monks were in a panic and had no backbone to lead the team. They would be injured or killed if they were touched by it.

But Yuan Jin's silver armor had only a few armor plates that disappeared, and nothing else was left. After he charged into the battle formation alone, the Changning Sect's originally loose and chaotic formation suddenly collapsed.

The scattered monks ignored him and just wanted to escape. Soldiers are the courage of the generals, and the generals are the souls of the soldiers. This group of monks was originally made up of vassals from various families. Their lack of ability was secondary. What was more fatal was the lack of a unified policy.

In an instant, most of them were fleeing, and only a few dared to fight, and the whole place was in complete chaos.

Although Yuan Jin was the only one charging into the battle, the scene seemed like two armies were fighting fiercely, with dust flying everywhere and people and horses falling to the ground.

Yuan Jin ignored the ordinary soldiers at this time. If there were any who dared to block the way without seeing the situation clearly, he would just hit them with one stick, and they would all die! He just urged the black blood colt to go straight to the back of the monk, gathering all his spiritual power and smashing it with one stick!
The scattered monk cried out in pain, and hurriedly sacrificed a top-grade magical weapon, a beast-faced card, to block the attack.

"Boom!" It was as if there was a drum beating in his ears, making the monk dizzy! His footwork was wrong and his speed slowed down. Yuan Jin took this opportunity to jump off his horse and quickly used the White Ape Step.

Ever since Yuan Jin comprehended the "White Ape Sutra" to a level never reached by his predecessors, this footwork has reached perfection.

In the midst of the chaos, it was actually three times faster than the most adept black-blooded horse. It caught up with the scattered monk in just a few moves, readied its cannon hammer, and punched out.

The beast-faced plaque was actually dented by the punch, and the cultivator looked terrified. The recoil force almost severed his consciousness, and he lost contact with the life-protecting magic weapon.

It was only when he got closer and saw that Yuan Jin's aura hadn't changed at all that he was sure that the dwarf in front of him was indeed not at the foundation-building stage? !

How could a person who is not a foundation-building person have such exaggerated combat power? Chongming Sect has a foundation-building person named Jiang Qing, who is known for his ability to fight, but when he was practicing Qi in the past, he was probably not as terrifying as this short man!
"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have run away!" The scattered monk knew without even looking that his team of a hundred people was turned upside down by one person from the enemy. This was the evil result caused by his own reckless advance on the part of the main formation.

If we can stay calm, even if we lose the spirit zombies and set up the formation properly, there is no way we will lose!
Regretting that they could not save anyone, several Ge family members who were still surrounding the formation saw this sudden change and were about to come to help, but they saw that their own disciple's beast-faced card was knocked over by the dwarf on the opposite side with a punch.

The fist as big as a bowl did not stop, and as it fell, it changed into a palm, grabbed the neck of the monk with scattered hair, and squeezed it hard.

Blood gushed out of the monk's seven orifices, and his two distinct black and white eyeballs popped out of their sockets on the spot, with only a few strands of blood left.

"Die!" Yuan Jin used his palm as a blade and slashed forward. The huge head flew up into the sky.

This cultivator who had inherited the true foundation-building skills and was a pillar of a prominent family, had no power to fight back from beginning to end, and was killed by Yuan Jin, a little-known figure.

The dwarf seemed to be possessed by a monkey demon, and was covered in hot blood. He jumped up with his staff in hand and fell back on his horse.

The black-blooded horse raised its hooves and fluttered its mane, then turned around and carried Yuan Jin towards the enemy formation that was fleeing desperately.

"Puff, puff, puff" On the way back, there was a lot of smashing, and seven or eight people lost their storage bags and lives. Now the patrol officers brought by Yuan Jin also rushed over in an orderly formation.

Yuan Jin had someone to support him, and his courage suddenly grew. He even rushed back a short distance, hitting the ball with his stick, and threw eight or nine heads randomly to the foot of the village, which frightened the surrounding cultivators so much that they turned pale.

Lu Bing, who was numbly fighting the enemy and was unaware of the unexpected events, suddenly felt that the attack from the village had stopped. This allowed him to take this opportunity to take a pill and restore his strength.

In stark contrast to Lu Bing were the few Ge family members who were still alive in the village. They all looked dejected and at a loss as to what to do.

Just then, Yuan Jin reined in his horse and shouted, "Yuan Er of Chongming is here! Listen up, the soldiers are coming, surrender and you will be spared!"

Soldiers are the courage of their generals, and generals are the souls of their soldiers. The patrolmen were in a solemn and orderly formation, with brightly colored armors. They all pounded their weapons into the ground and shouted loudly: "Surrender and you will be spared! Surrender and you will be spared!"

Obviously, there were still more than 200 people attacking the village, which was much more than the combined number of people in the opposite village and the reinforcements, but everyone felt a bit ridiculous as if they were surrounded on all sides.

Hundreds of monks inside and outside the village looked at the scarlet dwarf who was walking around with the scattered monk's head on his head and shouting loudly. They all felt that they had never seen such a Qi-cultivating monk before.

For a moment, there was complete silence inside and outside the village, with only the orderly sounds of patrolmen beating their weapons and persuading people to surrender echoing everywhere.

"Surrender and you will be spared! Surrender and you will be spared!"

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