Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 369: True Teachings to Capture the Enemy
One month later, at the junction of Baisha and Pingrong counties
"clang" Wang Wu snapped his fingers, and a humanoid puppet holding a giant sword cut a female cultivator with disheveled hair in front of him into two pieces.

The flames from the sword's tip instantly cooked the female cultivator's internal organs. The grease and fishy smell rose up at the same time, making it difficult for Wang Wu to open his eyes.

"Brother Wang, save me!!" An inner sect disciple from Qiaogong Fort shouted in surprise.

Wang Wu had no time to care about it. This puppet was a first-class top-grade puppet that he had spent a lot of effort to build. It was very time-consuming and took up a lot of spiritual consciousness. Therefore, he was too busy to take care of himself on the battlefield, so how could he save it?

"Zi La"

The big-bellied man in front of Wang Wu should have learned some physical training, but he had not mastered it. The giant sword puppet slashed with the heavy sword again, and the giant man was too heavy to dodge, and the giant sword evenly split him and the big shield in his hand, splashing water everywhere, which was really annoying.

"puff"

At the same time, the inner sect disciple of Qiaogong Fort who had asked Wang Wu for help earlier was also pressed down by a cultivator's spiritual pet and had his stomach ripped open.

Wang Wu still didn't look at it. This time their Qiaogongbao team was ambushed. Who knows how thorough the preparations the family opposite had made. If he still cared about the friendship between fellow disciples at this time, it would be strange if he didn't die here.

"These bastards always pick on the weak. It was clear that nothing happened when the Chongming clan's troops passed by here the day before yesterday!" Wang Wu cursed inwardly, and then used his peripheral vision to find a gap in the encirclement. Just as he was about to leave, he heard another voice from his side:
"Brother Wang, please save me!"

Wang Wu was going to ignore it, but he felt that the voice was very familiar. He couldn't help but take the time to come out and take a look while running for his life. He saw a young man in white clothes with a scholarly air, who was also an inner sect disciple. He was controlling two mid-grade puppets and struggling with a late-stage cultivator.

There was a look of confusion in Wang Wu's eyes, and within a few breaths, several thoughts in his mind became a tangle.

"This person needs to be saved!"

This Xiuming is not only a disciple of Mo Wen, the head of Qiaogong Fort, but more importantly, he is very familiar with several foundation-building practitioners of Chongming Sect. If he is not rescued now, if something happens in the future, he may not be able to escape easily when he runs back to see his teachers. He may even suffer a lot.
It was time to make a decision. After Wang Wu made up his mind, he no longer hesitated to use the little remaining spiritual consciousness.

He just muttered a few words, and his ten fingers formed two lotus flowers. The giant sword puppet turned around and chopped the late-stage cultivator's top-grade talisman into pieces with one sword. The cultivator was so frightened that he broke into sweat and had to withdraw his attack and give up his position.

Wang Wu was not greedy for credit, so he took Xiu Ming with him and left. The late-stage cultivator thought about it and decided not to provoke Wang Wu, a tough guy, so he turned around and ignored him, going to look for other prey in the field.

The two of them fought or fled along the way, and managed to get rid of four or five enemy monks in a thrilling way.

The two men did not stop until they could no longer hear any shouting or killing sounds. However, they had no time to talk. Each of them held a soul-restoring pill in their mouths, feeling a stream of spiritual energy flowing into their bodies, moistening their dried-up veins bit by bit.

After about an incense stick of time had passed, Xiuming finally asked, "Senior Brother Wang, where are we going now?!"

"Let's go to Baisha County as usual. The master and all the true practitioners of Chongming Sect are there. It is the safest place." While Wang Wu was talking to Xiuming, he applied spiritual ink to the joints of the giant sword puppet, took two pills to nourish the spiritual consciousness, and then got up with Xiuming.

The two were about to continue on their way, but they saw a bloody figure with extremely terrifying momentum running towards them, and they were so frightened that they dared not move.

Wang Wu can be considered as one of the top ten disciples in Qiaogong Fort. Due to his meritorious service in guarding the military camp in previous years, he is ranked high among the candidates for foundation-building spiritual creatures in the sect.

The identity of this person who could make him feel daunted was self-evident.

"Building the foundation, it's building the foundation!" Wang Wu exclaimed immediately. Now, let alone those people from Chongming Sect who really practiced, he couldn't even give face to Jindan, so he left Xiuming behind and ran away.

Since it was a matter of life and death, the latter knew he could not complain, so he could only randomly stick a few life-saving talismans on his body.

These talismans were the high-quality items specially rewarded to him by Master Kang because he liked his loyalty. He had been reluctant to use them in previous emergencies, but now he had no choice but to use them.

The speed at which the blood shadow built its foundation was much faster than the two had imagined. Before the aura of the talisman on Xiuming's body could even appear, he was caught up by the blood shadow.

"It's going to be terrible! I can't go home to see my grandfather anymore! I don't know if the younger generations of my Xiu family who have joined the Chongming Sect can help me to carry forward the Xiu family name!"

Xiuming was feeling sad, tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't stop crying. But he didn't expect that the blood shadow didn't even look at him, and just ran forward.

All the preparations Wang Wu had made became just a wink to the blind man. The Blood Shadow Foundation Establishment just thought he was blocking the way, so he slapped him away and got rid of him without staying to take his life.

"How is this going?"

Xiuming walked quickly to Wang Wu, who had hardly any good flesh on his body, and helped him up.

"That foundation-building cultivator seems to be running for his life?" Wang Wu's eyesight was always better than Xiu Ming's. Even though he was dazed by the photo, he could still see something strange.

"Escape? Can it make a Foundation Establishment cultivator escape?!" Xiu Ming's eyes were filled with shock, "Then behind him, could it be that there is an even more powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator?!"

"It's probably not bad. We don't even know which side is the enemy and which side is the friend. We can't get involved in this matter. Master Xiu." Wang Wu only said half of his words and narrowed his eyes again.

"coming!"

His extraordinary spiritual awareness is his biggest trump card that enables him to gain a foothold as a true disciple of Qiaogong Castle.

"Junior Brother Xiu, let's just hope for the best!" Wang Wu sighed, and was about to leave after randomly finding a direction, but he saw Xiu Ming beside him suddenly exclaimed in surprise when he looked at the blurry shadows in front of him.

"Brother Duan Shi!? Brother Kang Shi?!"

"Brother Shi?!" Wang Wu paused and took a closer look. He recognized the person who came. They were Duan Anle and Kang Rongquan, two true disciples of Chongming Sect.

"The two of them joined forces to attack and kill the Foundation Establishment?" Wang Wu was shocked and couldn't believe it, and a look of astonishment immediately appeared on his face.

"It's Brother Xiu," Kang Rongquan said with a casual bow. He glanced at Wang Wu beside Xiuming and was quite dissatisfied with Wang Wu's attempt to abandon Xiuming. He asked in a somewhat provocative tone, "Who is this?"

"I am Wang Wu from Qiaogongbao, nice to meet you two Taoist brothers." Wang Wu did not dare to be negligent and bowed his head.

"White-robed Wang Wu, I heard about him from my uncle Yuan before. You were here last time..." Kang Rongquan was interrupted by Duan Anle, who was a little dissatisfied: "Let's do business first, then talk about the past."

"My two brothers are chasing after the Blood Shadow Foundation Establishment Master. He went in that direction."

After Xiuming finished speaking, he hurriedly pointed with his finger. Kang Rongquan and Duan Anle did not stop or say thank you, but just ran quickly in the direction of Xiuming's finger.

Duan Anle was more calm, and even on the way he reminded Kang Rongquan: "Third Uncle said earlier that we don't need to worry. This true cultivator has only just entered the foundation-building stage. If he hadn't relied on his self-destructing spiritual weapon to save his life, how could he have survived after being hit by his sword? Now he is relying on blood escape, which has damaged the last bit of his vitality. As long as we don't lose him, we can save his life."

Kang Rongquan showed little interest after hearing this. He was now a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training. In addition, he had accumulated a lot of experience in cultivation and his Taoist skills were all top-notch since he was a child. He was also often praised by his elders.

The effects of these factors made Kang Rongquan feel proud all the time.

He thought that Duan Anle's method was safe, but it was not very impressive. If the two of them could use their own methods to control this severely damaged foundation-building cultivator, they didn't know how the teachers would praise him. "Brother Duan, the foundation-building cultivator has very strong skills. If we don't follow him well, many accidents may happen. Let's follow closely!"

As soon as these words fell, the silver ring under Kang Rongquan's feet became brighter, and his speed increased significantly. Duan Anle was not at ease, so he also had to use his magic power to chase after him.

The blood shadow's vitality for building his foundation was insufficient, and the two of them had only walked for half an incense stick of time when they saw the former's staggering back.

"Hey, don't run, you bastard!" The silver ring under Kang Rongquan's feet lit up with spiritual patterns. Although his silver ring magic weapon was only a top-grade magic weapon, it was given to him by Yuan Jin many years ago. After being nurtured for so many years, it is no exaggeration to say that it is connected to his mind.

But after Kang Rongquan shouted, the silver ring magic weapon was divided into nine layers, and nine silver rays, one real and eight fake, smashed towards the blood shadow foundation. Although the latter's vitality was greatly damaged, it was impossible for him to surrender.

He didn't even need to look back. Just by hearing the sound of the wind, he knew that the skills of the young Qigong practitioner behind him were not bad. If he was hit hard by this blow, half of his body would be shattered.

If his vitality was not damaged and his spiritual power was still there, he could think of at least eighteen methods and calculate forty-nine changes to deal with this magic weapon.

But the current predicament is somewhat difficult to cope with.

The sound of wind behind him was getting closer and closer. Xueying Zhuji's heart sank. With a low shout, Zhuji formed a seal with his left hand, pinched his fingers with his right hand, and immediately pulled out a blood whip.

The nine silver rays of light dispersed into eight in an instant, and the silver ring magic weapon made a humming sound and fell back into Kang Rongquan's hand. The latter was burned so much that a deep scar appeared on his palm, his skin was scalded, and his five fingers were stuck together by mucous membranes and blood stains.

Pain appeared in Kang Rongquan's eyes, and then a crisp sound came from his hand. The silver ring magic weapon that he had nurtured for many years exploded, leaving his palm in a mess.

"This old villain still has strength!" Kang Rongquan knew that he had underestimated the foundation-building cultivation, so he just cursed in a low voice again. "Qingmu Baoguang Yin" stimulated a large amount of spiritual energy, which was quickly repairing the wound on his palm.

This defeat was not entirely a bad thing. At least it wiped out the confidence on Kang Rongquan's face. He was a disciple personally taught by the head of the Kang sect, and his arrogance was gone in just a moment.

"I don't believe you can whip me again!" Kang Rongquan simply stopped using magic weapons to fight the enemy. He stretched out his hand and twenty vine seeds took root.

Thick branches suddenly broke out of the ground, as if they smelled a fishy smell, and rushed towards the Blood Shadow Foundation.

At the same time, Duan Anle also took action. He just stretched out his hand and the spirit beast bag on his waist opened wide. Then a stream of light floated past, and a spirit bird with bright wings flew out.

Duan Anle has spent a lot of effort in raising the Gray Falcon over the years. It has only been a short time, and the latter has become a first-class spiritual bird. The two powerful wings fluttered violently, but they were much faster than those vines and branches.

Blood Shadow's foundation was severely injured at this time. Even every breath he took was in severe pain. It was very difficult for the endless vines that were just supporting him.

Now the sharp eyes of the Gray Falcon found the flaw, and it came close to him, spreading its sharp steel claws and toes, ready to tear off the right eye of the Blood Shadow Foundation along with the skin and flesh.

Blood Shadow Foundation Building sneered, he was like a tiger in a desperate situation, being forced into such a state by a first-level bastard.

His veins bulged, his eyeballs bulged, and his already shriveled body became even smaller. Then, the Blood Shadow Foundation Building Spirit Art changed several times, and his Qi flowed into his chest, causing his entire chest to swell up. Then, a beam of black light instantly spurted out of his mouth.

"Refining the evil spirit in the belly!!"

Duan Anle also saw such a strong evil spirit for the first time. The gray falcon was clever and flexible. It was scraped by the mysterious light and a piece of flesh and blood was torn, but it barely saved its life. Its owner did not dare to urge it anymore, and took it back to the storage bag to raise it. Then he offered a shield in front of him, slapped five talismans on his body, and then approached the blood shadow foundation with Kang Rongquan.

Xueying Jianji narrowed his eyes slightly, cursing in his heart: "What an ignorant young man, do you really think that I have no fighting power after being hit by Jiang Qing's sword? Even if I am hit by another sword, I am not someone you two who are just practicing Qi can underestimate."

Xueying was just thinking about how to deal with it when he was about to continue dealing with the two juniors, but suddenly he smelled a hint of sweetness. This made him feel uneasy and he suddenly became nervous.

He endured the pain in his muscles and veins and activated his Dharma eyes. Although the pain was so severe that he almost couldn't see, he could still see countless tiny pollen flowers scattered on the vines in front of him.

"This kid is using poison!"

By the time Xueying realized it, it was already too late.

His body suddenly went limp, and the spiritual energy in his body, which was already insufficient, scattered everywhere like a headless fly. Then, the thick vine branches in front of him had grown slender spikes that were eye-catching, and they came together to form a dense cage that was two meters high, locking the yellow-robed monk tightly inside.

Blood Shadow Foundation Building had never expected such a change to happen, and was so panicked that he lost his composure. With the little spiritual power he had at the moment, he was unable to do anything about this vine cage.

The thorns on the vines were fine and sharp, no weaker than ordinary magic weapons, and they scratched the body of Blood Shadow Foundation Establishment into pieces, and it was bleeding. Duan Anle added some strength to Kang Rongquan, and took out a square seal with the word "Zhen" and covered it heavily on Blood Shadow Foundation Establishment.

"Boom", Blood Shadow felt a shock in his head, and then he couldn't breathe. Even the meridians in his body seemed to be locked and difficult to move. Even if he had thousands of methods, it seemed difficult to implement them.

"The 'Zhen Zi Yin' is really impressive. I never thought that I could rely on this top-grade magic weapon to shock a true cultivator who has established his foundation." Duan Anle looked at Kang Rongquan, who was obviously injured and had a satisfied look on his face, and warned him, "Junior Brother Kang, stop the injury first. If the teachers see this, you might get scolded."

"Hehe, no need, no need. Don't worry, senior brother. Uncle Jiang doesn't care about this!" Kang Rongquan laughed nonchalantly.

Capturing a foundation-building warrior alive was something that many foundation-building cultivators could never accomplish in their entire lives. Even if this foundation-building warrior had been chopped to a pulp by Jiang Qing, capturing him alive was still capturing him alive, and others could only envy and admire him.

Rather than worrying about this matter, Kang Rongquan still cared more about this matter: "Well, I broke the silver ring magic weapon that Uncle Yuan gave me. I don't know if he will blame me the next time he sees me."

"Why not just pick one from this guy's storage bag?"

An even more nonchalant voice reached Kang Rongquan's ears, causing him to immediately look around. Not long after, he saw a short and strong man walking towards him.

"Uncle Yuan, you are here too?" Kang Rongquan's face immediately showed some familiarity, and his finger vaguely pointed in the direction of the vine cage.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Jin ignored him completely. His face was a little dark and his tone was not calm. "The third brother is also making trouble. He defeated two foundation-building masters and he has to give one to you to chase? You two are really awesome. You dare to take such a dangerous job!"

Yuan Jin seemed to be injured, and his voice was weak. He was afraid when he saw the look on Kang Rongquan's palm. If something happened, how could he tell Senior Brother Pei and Senior Brother Zhang?
He did not hide his complaints towards Jiang Qing at all in his words, but he also knew that in the latter's eyes, this action could not be considered as a frame-up or a hindrance. It was just that in his opinion, it was not very risky for Kang and Duan to chase after a low-health foundation-building cultivator.

But even so, among his fellow disciples, he was probably the only one who had the courage to let go like this.

"Second Uncle, did Master ask you to come?" Duan Anle stepped out from behind Kang Rongquan, helping the latter out while also temporarily calming Yuan Jin's anger.

"Well, the Zheng family's front line is under pressure recently, and they can't keep the fences in place. They're afraid that the Yuan family might come out and harm everyone. Senior brother only asked the third brother to come back with you guys, but he was still worried, so he asked me to come back with you to take a look." Yuan Jin replied in a calm voice.

"Don't torture the Yuan family's biological child to death. He is still useful." Yuan Jin glanced at the blood shadow foundation-building body in Kang Rongquan's cage, unwilling to praise him, and said in a praying manner.

"Oh, I see." Kang Rongquan agreed immediately without any dissatisfaction. Then he asked, "I wonder what the use is?"

Yuan Jin did not answer this time. He just looked towards Baisha County and thought to himself, "I wonder how the conversation between Senior Brother and Yuan Buwen went?"

(End of this chapter)