Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 291 Returning with Honor
After Chen Ye died, Shangong looked at the ferocious head in the hands of the black-shoe Taoist, which was still steaming, without showing any joy. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yin Shangong seemed to see a trace of relief and relief from this.

Shan Gong's face turned serious: "Alas, why do you have to do this?"

Taoist Heilu could see that Shan Gong was seriously injured. In his anxiety, he did not delay. He just said hello to Jiang Qing and took Shan Gong to find a familiar alchemist to heal his injuries without even returning.

Jiang Qing was also anxious, but since his uncle had given instructions, he had no choice but to obey and turn back.

After a while, a shriveled, thin little animal with a pointed beak emerged from the bushes a few steps away from Chen Ye's body.

It has big eyes that take up one-third of its entire face. It looks like it has just emerged from the earth, so there are a few spots of mud in the hair on its head, making it look quite impatient.

It looked around and made sure there were no natural enemies nearby before it dared to look at Chen Ye's corpse and drool.

Its animal instinct told it that the fresh meat lying on the ground was extraordinary. It would not be long before a high-level demon beast would come and take it over. The risk was too great and it was not something that a small beast like it, with little spiritual power and not yet spiritual, could taste.

But it still came out bravely. Perhaps with the help of this corpse, it could escape the fate of being at the mercy of others and reach the sky in one step.

When the little beast had walked less than half a foot, it was less than half a foot away from a piece of meat scattered on the ground. The delicious aroma of blood and flesh almost made it faint, but it was still half a step slow.

An old monk in a black robe came quietly. His face was covered with scars and he showed no signs of sadness or joy.

This powerful spiritual pressure made the little beast crawl on the ground in an instant, shaking like a sieve, its lower body was sticky, and it didn't dare to raise its head.

The old cultivator in black robe would not linger on this mundane little beast. He only glanced coldly at Chen Ye's headless corpse without any change in his expression.

After his gaze stopped on Chen Ye, the old cultivator summoned a small flag as black as ink and waved it lightly. A remnant soul was pulled out of the body and absorbed into the small flag.

It was only at this moment that a glimmer of light appeared in the eyes of the old cultivator in black robes, and he could be heard muttering softly:

"As expected of a cultivator who used the Blood Foundation Pill to build his Dao foundation. The strength of this soul is almost comparable to that of a cultivator at the peak of the foundation building stage. If this remnant soul is refined well, it will be possible to refine it into a Golden Core Ghost School in no time."

The old cultivator in black robe raised his lips slightly and said softly, "I originally wanted to keep him for a little longer. As long as he works hard, I can give him the resources for fake and golden elixirs. But I just had a sudden impulse and closed my eyes for a while. I didn't have time to talk to Jiang Yuanyan clearly.

Never mind, this result is not bad. It won’t be difficult to raise a golden elixir ghost school to add another main soul to my precious soul flag after spending another decade or two. This deal is not bad at all.”

In a good mood, the old monk in black robe saw the still trembling little beast with a pointed mouth, and then looked at the almost useless body of Chen Ye, and an idea moved his mind.

He opened his palm towards the headless corpse, and then slowly clenched it into a fist. Chen Ye's fur, bones and blood seemed to be locked and compressed into a ball by a ball of invisible spiritual energy, and then condensed into a pill with thick blood at a rapid speed.

The old cultivator in black robe stretched out his finger and held the half black and half red pill in his hand. A rare look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he whispered:

“Tsk, this body has lost the head of the Six Yang, but the blood relationship it contains is still so strong? In this way, Chen Ye’s death is really a good thing. Unless he can find the orthodox blood devil method to practice, he will definitely not be able to form a pill in the future. By then, it will take decades of time and effort.”

The corners of the old cultivator's mouth curled up a little more, and after thinking for a while, he gently flicked the pill to the side of the little beast at his feet. Then the small flag in his hand emitted a large black mist, which quickly wrapped around the old cultivator and disappeared.

The little beast with a pointed mouth waited until the old monk in black robe had left for a long time before it dared to raise its head tremblingly. It smelled the violent and crazy smell of the black and red pill, but without thinking, it opened its mouth, picked it up, and swallowed it into its stomach.

Then, without looking back, he rushed into its simple cave, digesting this hard-earned opportunity.

The old cultivator in black robe stood in the air, not knowing how far away he was, but he could see every detail of the little beast's behavior. "It all depends on your luck."

When the old monk in black robe was about to leave, he looked back at the battlefield of Laoniu Mountain where flames of war were raging everywhere, and his expression of neither sadness nor joy returned.

The passing of those fresh lives seemed to hardly stir up the slightest ripple in his heart. Even the confrontation between Yuan Buwen and Yue Jing, the two top fake Dan, seemed to be like a play of naughty children, not worth mentioning in his eyes.

But even the old monk in black robe who seemed to be omniscient and omnipotent failed to notice that the small banner that had accompanied him for hundreds of years was quietly undergoing some changes, as if due to the entry of a remnant soul.

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At this time, the huge Laoniu Mountain was full of fireworks. On his way back, Jiang Qing saw Ye Zhen and others fighting fiercely with the three fleeing armies.

The Ge family, led by Ge Qinglan, was more skilled. After sacrificing several second-level corpse refining halls, they escaped and left most of the Zhenling Sect behind.

The foundation-building warriors from the New Cloud Alliance fought hard and beat the seriously injured Snow-Feathered Night Owl until it was in a state of disarray and in a miserable state.

Given Jiang Qing's character, he would not sit idly by even if the battle ended.

It is true that his swordsmanship is not up to par in the eyes of first-rate fake pill masters like Yuan Buwen, but as soon as he encounters his peers from the Zhenling Sect, Jiang Qing's strength is revealed.

Jiang Qing and Hemu Dao's priest Li Mingyuan, who were both in the initial stage of foundation building, blocked two second-order low-grade red-eyed apes in front of them. The Bailu Sword instantly cut off the two mixed iron sticks in front of them.

It was difficult to tell the good from the bad from the two red-eyed apes, yet they still dared to pounce on us without showing any ferocity.

Jiang Qing did not give in at all. With a light shout, a large amount of flames attached to the Bailu sword. The sword light was crisscrossed, burning the two pieces of the short sticks red and quickly melting them.

The two fools were so burned by the weapons in their hands that their teeth were bared and their skin and flesh were stuck together, but they were reluctant to let go. Instead, they were full of courage, relying on their agility and swiftness to avoid the sword light and open their mouths wide, showing their mouths full of sharp teeth, and rushed over.

Jiang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, without avoiding, and recalled the Bailu sword in his hand.

Over the years, he had already mastered the Three Yang Sword Art to perfection. In the history of Chongming Sect, his attainments were only slightly inferior to those of the pedantic Zhang Zushi.

After building the foundation, he painstakingly studied "Ten Essays on the Sword Classics of Qingfuzi". Based on this sword theory, Jiang Qing also found some mistakes and shortcomings in "Three Yang Sword Art" and improved them.

This is something that even Zhang Zushi, the founder of the sect, was unable to accomplish.

Jiang Qing felt that through these measures, he had raised the power of "Three Yang Sword Art" to a higher level. Now facing only two red-eyed apes with mixed bloodlines, he naturally did not feel the slightest fear.

Seriously speaking, the first three disciples of Master He were truly extraordinary and truly worthy of the high praise given to them by the old man of the Ming family.

An evil wind came mixed with the stench of blood. Jiang Qing raised his sword but before he moved, the sword wind arose and immediately dispersed the evil wind.

Before the red-eyed apes could react, they suddenly saw a bright red in front of them, and could hardly see anything. Their spiritual sense detected a powerful enemy coming from the front, and the red-eyed apes raised their sticks to smash at them, but they missed repeatedly.

Jiang Qing rushed forward, the flames on the sword dissipated, and a sharp light shone on it, and he touched the throat and wiped the neck.

The thick skin as hard as black iron could not protect the lives of the red-eyed apes. The two ferocious beasts, which were extremely ferocious just now, became a pile of spoils of the Chongming Sword Immortal in the blink of an eye.

The gray hakama foundation-building cultivator who was facing Li Mingyuan suddenly lost two of his usually relied upon spiritual beasts. He was so panicked that he lost his mind for a moment, and was finally found guilty by the Hemu Dao priest opposite him.

Li Mingyuan changed his finger gestures, and water vapor suddenly surged in the void. Twelve drops of Yanghua heavy water condensed in an instant. This was a water-based method that could only be practiced by the direct descendants of the Li family in Yaoshan, Yezhou next door. It should not be underestimated.

Li Qingyuan pointed his halberd, and the Yanghua heavy water lined up and hit the second-order low-grade rock shield that Huihaka's foundation-building warrior had hurriedly come to support.

After a series of loud "booms", stone chips flew everywhere and smoke and dust blinded the eyes.

Just as the ninth drop of heavy water was about to smash the rock shield of Gray Hakama into pieces, a red halberd came slashing over. With a clang sound, the heavy water disappeared into thin air, and Gray Hakama was able to save his life.

"Stop the fighting!" Yuan Buwen's voice was not loud, but it seemed to shake the noisy battlefield. It was obvious that he had used some high-level magic. Yue Jing followed closely, without saying anything, and only signaled the two sides to separate from each other.

Now, after Yuan Buwen said these four words lightly, I don’t know how many people around the entire Laoniu Mountain were like this man in gray, and they barely managed to save their heads.

Kang Rongquan took back the silver ring that was about to smash the opponent's head, and then looked at the azure dagger that was about to pierce his heart, with lingering fear.

The Lin family soldier who was pressing on Kang Rongquan had a crazy look on his face, but after hearing Jia Dan's order, his expression faded. The two who were fighting for life and death just now felt relieved at the same time, and turned to look at Yue and Yuan in the clouds at the same time.

At the same time, Master Kang waved the Mo Yuan flag, shaking off all the flesh, blood and bones on it, and cast his gaze into the clouds.

"The New Cloud Alliance has won this time. The Changning Sect will withdraw from Laoniushan from today. The Yuan Family of Jingnan will also withdraw from Baisha County." Yuan Buwen's tone was unhappy. Just by looking at his expression and the result, it can be seen that he was probably taken advantage of by Yue Jing in the confrontation with him.

As soon as Yuan Buwen finished speaking, Yue Jing simply nodded in agreement: "Both sides should stop fighting, and I hope that they can live in harmony and peace from now on."

When Yue Jing spoke, there was no sign of complacency on his face. He was still as calm as he was at the beginning, as if he did not feel the slightest joy about winning the battle.

After the two fake alchemy masters had spoken, although Laoniu Mountain was still a battlefield for thousands of cultivators, it was strangely silent.

This silence did not last long. Soon, sobbing began to be heard from both sides. In just one night, countless monks lost their loved ones.

Since it is obviously a matter that can be decided by a single word from a high-ranking cultivator, why is it necessary to let these low-level cultivators fight to the death and let rivers of blood flow before temporarily stopping the fighting?

Master Kang also couldn't figure it out, but he stopped thinking about it.

He only knew that there would always be someone crying in this world, no matter who was right or wrong. As long as the Chongming Sect could prosper a little more, the tears would surely decrease.

He then transformed the Mo Yuan flag into a large banner and raised it high to gather disciples and patrol guards.

The New Cloud Alliance began to clean up the battlefield, but the families of the Changning Sect could only watch with tears in their eyes as their own treasures of many years were seized and distributed by the enemy.

One side is happy while the other is sad. The only thing the two sides have in common now is that they both have to turn back and lick their wounds.

Regardless of whether it is the Liangyi Sect or the Yunjiaozhou Court, there will always be a time when they will use these knives again.

The night gradually faded away and the morning sun rose, shining on the devastated and unrecognizable Laoniu Mountain, first driving away most of the murderous atmosphere in the field and then adding a bit of warmth to everyone in the field.

Yuan Buwen was sulking, and he left without even discussing with the leader of the Changning Sect how to make the subsequent arrangements.

Yue Jing stayed for a while longer and found Kang Dabao, who was counting the casualties with a heartbroken look on his face. He wanted to call him over for a talk, but when the words came to his lips, he gave up the idea and rode on the colorful cloud magic weapon to Xuanwei City.

Although the grade of the colorful cloud magic weapon was not high, Yue Jing was not in a hurry to return victoriously this time. He only wanted to return when the news that the new cloud alliance had forced the Changning Sect to retreat and recovered Baisha County had already fermented throughout the state court.

It took Yue Jing twice as long as the usual time to build his foundation before he reached Xuanwei City. After Gunqiushou's death, the position of the city gate commander was still held by a young man from Gun's clan who was selected by Gun as Sima.

Although the new Guan Cheng was from the capital, he did not have the courage to embarrass the fake elixir master in front of him. As soon as Yue Jing entered the city, people from the Governor's Mansion, the Sima Mansion, and the Demon Correction Department came to greet him.

Among the three parties, Yue Jing had no reason not to go to the Demon Correction Division. After thanking the staff of the other two palaces, Yue Jing followed a foundation-building commander to the Demon Correction Division.

Tie Liuyun came out to greet him personally, and said humbly, "Thank you, Senior Yue."

Yue Jing nodded without saying anything. The two of them dismissed their attendants and went into a quiet room to discuss the matter.

It was Tie Liuyun who spoke first. He had always been a capable and competent official, but now there was a hint of flattery in his words:
"My Lord has already heard about the news that Senior led the New Cloud Alliance to force back the minions of Liangyi Sect and recapture Baisha. Yesterday, the officials of the state court were summoned to discuss the matter. There was endless praise at the meeting. Everyone knows that Senior has worked hard and made great contributions."

When Yue Jing faced Tie Liuyun, his expression softened slightly. He said calmly, "It's just relying on the power of the uncle. It's not a big deal."

Reaching out to interrupt Tie Liuyun's compliments, Yue Jing asked softly, "What are Zhu Tong and Fei Nan's reactions?"

Tie Liuyun replied without hesitation: "Senior has made such a great contribution that even Lord Bo is full of praise. What can those people say about it?"

Yue Jing did not fully believe Tie Liuyun's words.

Since their legitimate daughter had won the favor of the Earl of Nan'an, the local cultivators in Yunjiaozhou, who were as strong as iron clouds, naturally regarded the Yue family as the leader to compete with the people from the capital.

Yue Jing knew very well that every time he heard these nice words, he had to make a discount before they would count.

"But as long as what Tie Liuyun said can be 50% credible, then the plan in my mind will have a great chance of coming true, and my hard work will not be in vain." Yue Jing thought.

In just two or three decades, Yue Jing, the head of the Yue family in Hancheng, had a drastic change in his opinion of Kuang Liuting.

The latter is indeed worthy of being the leader of the new generation of royal family members. If the Yue family can really catch this train with the help of their own legitimate daughter, their future prospects will be extremely bright.

It is said in the outside world that the Yunjiao Prefecture is a shallow state with many turtles, and the so-called dispute between the natives and the Hakkas is just for the jurisdiction of this tiny piece of land.

But Yue Jing knew clearly in his heart that most of those people coming from the capital came to the border states to pursue a career, and they did not care about the tiny profits of Yunjiao state at all.

The core of the conflict between the two parties is actually the unresolved position of Kuang Liuting as the principal wife.

Yue Jing could see clearly that this royal noble was different from ordinary people and was not one who followed the rules.

As long as the Yue family does a good job, they may still have a chance.

After all, although the eldest daughter of the Yue family does not have a maternal family as prominent as those noble ladies in the capital, the Yue family of Hancheng is much more obedient and submissive than those big families. They can devote their whole family to serving Kuang Liuting, which is far beyond the reach of other competitors who cast their nets everywhere.

Even if he couldn't get the position of the main wife, at least he could get a concubine of a higher status, which would bring honor to the Yue family.

But people like Zhu Tong were unwilling to even give the Yue family this thought. So how could Yue Jing, who could be called the best fake Dan in Shannan Road, swallow this anger and let the Jingji faction have an easy time?

Yue Jing did not say anything more to Tie Liuyun. He stayed alone until noon the next day and had his spiritual meal.

Kuang Liuting's relatives came to invite him casually, "Master Bo summoned you."

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