Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 410: The Beast's Plot
Jiang Qing followed the blood trail all the way to a remote cave a hundred miles away from Laoya Mountain. His flying speed on the sword was much faster than that of ordinary people of the same level, so when he reached the cave entrance with his flying sword, he could already smell the blood of the seriously injured monster in front of him.

The second-level middle-grade iron-feathered bird is not an ordinary beast. It is definitely a difficult character among the monsters of the same level. Even if an ordinary foundation-building cultivator heard the news about this beast, he would not have time to avoid it, so how could he pursue it as relentlessly as Jiang Qing?

The Sword Immortal Chongming used his spiritual eyes, and in just a moment, the dark interior of the cave became as bright as day in his eyes.

Suddenly, Jiang Qing seemed to feel a gust of evil wind coming from behind him. Without thinking, he gathered his fingers into a sword and concentrated on the void. The Red Heart and Burning Sun Sword flew back. Flames appeared on the sword, making the surrounding air extremely hot.

"Ding" a few pieces of iron chips were cut off by the Red Heart Burning Sun Sword and splashed in all directions. The Iron Feather Bird that attacked secretly had a look of surprise in its eyes that was very human.

"Heh," Jiang Qing sneered. He had never seen a demon bird hiding in a cave to ambush its opponent before. This time he really gained some knowledge.

Although Jiang Qing had already used the Red Heart Burning Sun Sword to repel the Iron Feather Bird, he did not stop there. His slender fingers swept across the sword from top to bottom, and the blazing red flying sword immediately made a slight sound, and then the flames became brighter.

For a moment, the field was filled with sword energy, with no place to hide; the shadows of swords were numerous and filled the cave.

Every feather on the iron-feathered bird seemed to be flashing cold light under the scorching flames, but the cold light did not flash for long, and the feathers were roasted red by the flames, like hot carbons.

But if it couldn't even withstand the residual power of the fireworks, how could it have single-handedly defeated two hundred militiamen of a larger size?

The demon bird let out a sharp scream from its mouth, which was quite piercing, and then it twisted its body and shook it, and the countless feathers on its outermost layer swept up the demonic wind and changed its shape.

The feathers on his body were sharper than ordinary magic weapons. It would be impossible to use them alone to deal with the middle-grade spiritual sword in Jiang Qing's hand. But if they were combined together like now, it would be a matter of life and death.

The sounds of "ding-ling-clang, huhu-cha-cha" echoed in the cave, and the feathers and sword lights collided randomly. When the scene calmed down, it was seen that the small cave had been widened by the feathers and sword lights.

"What a beast!" Jiang Qing, who had not taken action for a long time, had never thought that this iron-feathered bird would be so difficult to deal with. Now it seems that the two hundred militiamen could not be counted as cowards.

"Taking advantage of the cramped terrain in this cave, this beast will definitely not have time to fly away. I will get close to it and kill it with one sword."

Jiang Qing's mind moved, he took a step forward and took the Red Heart Burning Sun Sword back into his hand.

It's not that he thought it was simple, but he had been hunting monsters in Jackdaw Mountains alone since he was a child, despite the ban of Master Kang. His skills and experience were indeed good, and he had seldom been defeated since he was a child.

As a man, he has won many battles, so he is less likely to be timid. Therefore, even though Jiang Qing was facing this iron-haired beast whose cultivation was far superior to his, he was not afraid at all.

At this moment, the blade of the Red Heart Burning Sun Sword had been hit by the Iron Feather Bird's countless feathers and was covered with tiny cracks as small as ox hairs and needles.

After Jiang Qing took a look at it, a look of tenderness appeared in his eyes. He then gently stroked the sword, and the spiritual light on the sword became even brighter.

"kill!"

The iron-feathered bird on the opposite side endured the severe pain from its wound. It could see Jiang Qing's intention and would not let the latter succeed easily.

The two slender legs moved swiftly, leaving deep marks on the rock that was hard enough to refine magical instruments. The two wings covered with iron feathers blocked and received the sword energy, finally taking on all the deadly sword energy.

However, doing so pulled the wound again, and the flesh outside the wound was pulled apart a long distance, almost causing the internal organs to slip out.

"Clock! Crick! Crick!" The iron-feathered bird's scream was extremely harsh and unpleasant.

Seeing that Jiang Qing's sword was getting more fierce, the ferocity of the Iron Feather Bird was also forced out. It knew that Jiang Qing's movements were swift and it could not get rid of him at all, so the beast simply gave up the idea of ​​rushing out of the cave, returning to the blue sky, and fighting for its life again.

Its two slender legs paused, and its eight sharp claws dug into the rotten tofu-like rock.

The countless feathers on the wings were seamlessly connected together, turning into two huge swords with a cold and sharp light. Along with the huge swords, the courage of the Iron Feather Bird was also born.

The beast spread its wings, bringing up endless evil wind, and charged towards the sword light from Jiang Qingyu.

Tieyuqin's reaction was beyond Jiang Qing's expectations. He had never thought that this flat-haired beast would not be scared away and turn its back, but would instead come to fight him in close combat.

It was because of this hesitation that Jiang Qing was at a disadvantage in the following Iron Feather Bird's overwhelming attack. After being scratched several times, blood flowed out, but he didn't care.

No wonder this beast dared to fight Jiang Qing in close combat. It turned out that after it used all its wings and feathers together, it was indeed not as weak as ordinary people imagined!
But after seeing it clearly, Jiang Qing just smiled. If the beast in front of him was not afraid, why should he be afraid?

He has been practicing peacefully these years and has rarely even left the sect. He has been so hardworking and has gained something.

Previously, Jiang Qing thought that he had mastered the sword art of "Qingfuzi Sword Classic Ten Theories" to perfection. Unexpectedly, as his attainments in swordsmanship became more and more profound, this "Qingfuzi Sword Classic Ten Theories" also became more and more up-to-date.

This made Jiang Qing couldn't help but admire it in private, and he even said that it was no wonder that Senior Heilu was quite fond of this sword scripture back then.

Thanks to the help of the sword-grinding stone and this book, as well as the numerous sword manuals seized by Chongming Sect in recent years, although of varying quality, Jiang Qing's practice in the sword art has made rapid progress in recent years.

It was precisely because his practice in the way of the sword was too smooth that he had somewhat neglected his own cultivation.

Otherwise, with his talent, even if his Tao body was flawed, he would not still be an early stage cultivator after more than twenty years of building his foundation.

In this situation, even though Tieyu Bird was extremely powerful, it was still defeated by Jiang Qingjian.

The Red Heart Burning Sun Sword finally broke through the thick feathers of the Iron Feather Bird, which were like armor leaves. The hot sword edge tasted a hint of salty and fishy taste, and after taking a few sips, it became even more fiery.

Jiang Qing let out a long breath, cleaned up the spiritual materials on the iron-feathered bird, and cut a few large pieces of high-quality meat from the corpse, preparing to take it back and cook it for the head brother who always had a good appetite. After doing all this and carefully checking that there was nothing left out, Jiang Qing walked towards the cave entrance that was faintly glowing.

This cave had been through a previous war and had long been ruined. The walls were covered in horrible cracks, and sand and rocks were flowing down. It would soon collapse.

Jiang Qing's face showed a little anxiety and he quickened his pace. Less than a cup of tea after he stepped out of the cave, he heard a rumbling sound behind him.

"If we really get stuck in it, I'm afraid there will be more trouble."

After Chongming Sword Immortal sighed for a moment, he walked for another quarter of an hour before he saw Mingzhe, who had heard the noise and came looking for him.

"Greetings, Master!" Mingzhe hadn't seen Jiang Qing for a long time, and his handsome face was almost filled with joy.

In contrast, Jiang Qing's reaction was much calmer. He just nodded and said, "The surrounding area is not as safe as before recently. There are many second-level monsters. Zhe'er, don't travel alone."

"The caravan is just behind, not far away." Mingzhe's face became even happier. The master and disciple walked together for a few steps when Jiang Qing paused slightly.

Seeing something strange, Mingzhe couldn't help but become alert and asked, "Master, did you find anything?"

Jiang Qing didn't rush to answer, but slowly relaxed his frown, then said calmly: "Nothing, maybe I misjudged it."

He only felt a trace of murderous aura on his body, but it disappeared in a flash. He didn't know if it was because he had just fought a fierce battle and his mind was confused.

After the two had walked away, a pair of emerald green eyes hidden in the woods dared to blink.

"I didn't expect that besides Kang Dabao, even Jiang Qing of Chongming Sect would make such rapid progress. He didn't even use that broken stone, but he was already comparable to the strength of an ordinary late-stage true cultivator." After the green-eyed master sighed, he thought to himself, "That's just right. I'll settle all the old and new accounts with you this time."

As soon as this thought came to mind, the green-eyed owner's expression changed.

"Cough," a large amount of foul blood vomited out from a big mouth full of sharp teeth, soaking the green grass within a hundred feet around it, killing all the people.

The green-eyed master showed a trace of regret in his eyes, and sighed again: "I miscalculated Jiang Qing's strength, and the plan failed to come true. Instead, I lost a rare iron-feathered bird in vain.

"Had it not been for me still being at the critical juncture of refining the demon pill, how could you have...Hahaha That's a good thing, let's just settle the old and new accounts together! Kang Dabao, Jiang Qing, you two bastards probably don't know that this Jackdaw Mountain Range is still big enough for us to have a good fight!"

————In the rear army commander’s tent

"Reporting to Sect Leader Kang, the casualties of the two hundred soldiers in the central army have been counted. Forty-six died, ninety-three were injured, and among the remaining people, there were also few who were not injured. They were all taken back to the medical center for recuperation."

Ma Yanwen respectfully presented the newly recorded jade slip to Kang Dabao. The names on it had already become stiff and cold. It was a pity that who knew how many small families had suffered a disaster this time.

The latter just nodded and said, "I understand."

He did not look at the jade slips that Ma Yanwen had listed the casualties on, but instead cast his gaze back to the map, looking at the densely packed annotations of various colors. After thinking for a while, he spoke slowly, "Daoyou Ma, please take note of this."

"Yes," Ma Yanwen picked up another blank green jade slip, holding a knife and pen, with a firm gaze, ready for battle.

The head of Kangda didn't care whether Ma Yanwen's serious expression was real or fake, and just said calmly:

"First, order the deputy commanders of each camp to transport their wounded to the old site of Bingzi Military Camp within ten days for assembly. No delay is allowed. Those who fail to do so will be punished by military law. It is emphasized that Mingzhe, the disciple in charge of Mingzong's merchant caravan, should carry the wounded first when returning, and only transport food and supplies if there is any surplus after all the wounded have been transported.

Elder Jiang from Chongming Sect, Elder Zhou Zhaoyi from Hanshan Sect, will lead the team and make sure the wounded are safe on the way. Elder Pei Yi from Chongming Sect, Elder Ye Zhengwen from Foreign Affairs, and Deacon Yuan Jin from Qitang Sect will do a good job of reception outside the Jackdaw Mountains and must not neglect it. "

"Secondly, according to what Ye Yaoling had mentioned before, she claimed that the Yunjiao Yicong would not be of much help if they advanced to such a place, so she would first select the best among them to be added to the local soldiers, and the rest would return to the rear to help manage the spiritual mines and spiritual fields that we had just seized.

I have ordered Yuan Changsheng, a disciple of the Mingzong Dantang, to set up the General Affairs Hall to arrange work for the returning cultivators. I have spent a lot of spirit stones to invite them here, so there is no reason for them to leave now. At the same time, I have ordered Song Cheng, a disciple of the Xingtang, to go out of the mountain gate and select the best from each family to patrol and deter criminals."

"Third, ask Li Mingyuan and Mo Wen. They said three days ago that they had set their sights on an unowned second-level spiritual land. Why haven't they taken it yet?
If they can't make the trip and can't take a piece of second-level spiritual land for themselves, I will ask Hanshan Sect to help. Even if they work so hard and someone else takes it away, don't blame me."

At this point, as soon as Master Kang finished speaking, Ma Yanwen presented the neatly engraved jade slip.

Kang Dabao formed a sword with his fingers and drew a few lines in the air to make some corrections. Afterwards, he took another jade slip that recorded his gains, and after quickly skimming through it with a serious expression, he whispered, "I'm afraid this trip to open up the spiritual land should come to an end."

He looked at the words on the jade slip again, "Twenty-three first-level low-grade spiritual mines, four first-level medium-grade spiritual mines, spiritual springs, and demonic beasts."

After mobilizing nearly three thousand monks to fight for such a long time, the people in the Chongming Sect have spent so much on food and daily expenses, but now they have only exchanged this little bit of property, which is not much.

Not to mention, this time we Chongming Sect cannot take all the gains. Qiaogong Fort and Hemu Road are still eyeing us covetously.

"Urge Li Mingyuan and Mo Wen to cheer up and seize the second-level spiritual vein as soon as possible, so that we can start our return journey. It's strange to say, according to the sect's records and the map provided by the Fearless Tower, there shouldn't be so many second-level monsters in such a remote place, right?
They came out, and many of them were tough guys, which was a little strange. Could it be that something had changed inside Jackdaw Mountain? Or was there someone hiding in the dark, deliberately plotting against my family?"

Kang Dabao's expression suddenly turned serious. He had many enemies, but it was not difficult to guess that few of them probably lived in the Jackdaw Mountains for a long time.

After taking a deep breath, Master Kang didn't care about it anymore. He just blocked the other people in the hall and said slowly: "Back then in Guanshan Cave, Master Hei Lu let you run away. Although I don't want to compete with you, if you really set up the chessboard again, it's not impossible for me to play with you, a beast with armor."

(End of this chapter)