Hidden moth

Chapter 284 The world in the jar is busy

There is a stone archway in each cave of Shumen. They have the same shape but different inscriptions. The one engraved in Piaocai Cave is "Yin'e", the one engraved in Jinghua Cave is "Jingmen", and the one engraved in Xianghu Cave is "Danqiu".

This person calls himself "Master Danqiu". Except for the founder of the sect who created the Xianhu Cave Heaven, no later disciples or even the heads of the sect in the past generations can use such a title, let alone call himself that. It is indeed nakedly straightforward and arrogant.

Perhaps it was due to cultural differences or perhaps it was due to his youthful recklessness, but he gave himself this title. Jiang Daozhen claimed that when he heard about this title, he had predicted what would happen today... Is the art of telepathy really that magical?

In fact, the logic of charlatans is very dialectical. If their predictions come true, it will certainly be very impressive. If they are wrong, then there is nothing to say.

But the art of telepathy is indeed mysterious. A single leaf can reveal a thousand years, and through the slightest clue, one can deduce many things. This kind of expert, on the other hand, would not easily try to divine the secrets of heaven, because a miscalculation could very well damage one's cultivation.

Normally, they can calculate many things that others may have seen traces of but would not think about just by relying on their own cultivation level. If they use corresponding means on this basis, the success rate of their predictions will be much higher.

There was one thing Jiang Daozhen hadn't told anyone, not even Gu Chun, Li Xiuyuan, or the others. Everything that had happened today was part of a self-improvement ritual he had designed.

It is not a promotion from level seven to level eight, but still a promotion from level six to level seven.

Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, let alone the wily Jiang Daozhen. The advancement ritual he designed for himself was to cultivate He Kao into the first true moth in a thousand years. The variables in this matter were too great, and he almost miscalculated.

Now he has indeed succeeded, but this is only the result seen in hindsight. And he was trapped for twenty-three years at that time. If he did not advance, his life span would be almost exhausted.

When he heard that someone in Xiaomeng claimed to be the Lord of Danqiu, he made another prophetic arrangement, which was equivalent to designing another ceremony.

As for whether this ritual would allow him to successfully ascend to the seventh rank after completion, Jiang Daozhen was unsure at the time. This was just one of his backup plans, and it was also something he had to do as an elder of the clan law hall.

Today the plan finally came true, but Jiang Daozhen had already successfully advanced to the seventh-level great fortune teller and no longer needed the help of this advancement ceremony, so he said that Lord Danqiu's arrival was very unfortunate.

Although today's events have nothing to do with Jiang Daozhen's advancement, they are still very important to the Shumen. This is an excellent opportunity to eliminate external threats and cut off internal pests.

Danqiu Master naturally didn't know the inside story. He looked around and said, "After all my calculations, the only ones I missed were you two old guys. One is too old to be useful, and the other is just good at calculating.

Now that the Immortal Pot Cave Heaven is in our hands and the gates are closed, the fact that you two have fallen into our trap is a surprising bonus. It would be better for you to surrender and avoid destroying the scenery of the cave heaven."

This is actually the truth.

Guo Qianhuai is a master weapon refiner. Not counting the things he did when he taught thugs a lesson on the street, he has hardly ever fought with anyone in his life. Especially in recent decades, he has always had disciples like Zou Tianjin to help him with everything, so he never has to fight.

As the supreme elder of Ruwei Sect, although Guo Qianhuai had no experience in fighting for his life, he was good at refining weapons and familiar with the use of various magic weapons, while Jiang Daozhen was even worse at fighting.

Since ancient times, there has never been a case of a Shu Sect disciple rolling up his sleeves and engaging in hand-to-hand combat, nor has it ever been heard that Elder Jiang has ever engaged in physical combat. In a conflict, a great mathematician can be considered the best auxiliary, but he only plays a think tank role.

When cultivators fight, there are many factors that determine victory or defeat, and it is not just the one with higher cultivation level who wins.

Lord Danqiu himself is a sixth-rank pharmacist, so he may not be afraid of these two old guys if they really fight. More importantly, his accomplice Geng Yanxin has taken over the core of the cave formation and closed the portal.

Now the Immortal Pot Cave Heaven is in their hands, so even though Lord Danqiu's whereabouts have been discovered, he is still fearless.

Guo Qianhuai shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Go ahead and try. It'll just damage a few houses and destroy a few fields. We can clean it up later. It's not worth much. After all, it's the property of the Danding Sect. I don't feel bad about it."

Jiang Daozhen also said with a smile: "Geng Yanxin can't really control the cave heaven. Are you sure you can win if you fight?"

At this moment, without warning, Master Danqiu suddenly struck. He and the disciple simultaneously released a folding fan from their sleeves, one side black and the other white. As they waved the fans, their figures intertwined, dancing simultaneously left and right.

The fan bones transformed into swords, appearing black and white, and shot towards Guo Qianhuai and Jiang Daozhen. It wasn't the fan bones that flew out, but the magical power condensed through their ingenious use, like a sword, capable of locking onto the body and soul and instantly arriving.

Although Lord Danqiu was not from the East, he had heard an Eastern cliché: "The villain dies because he talks too much." Therefore, he did not talk too much. He pretended to talk just now just to cover up the sneak attack, and notified his disciples with his divine consciousness.

The sneak attack was sudden, but the two old men seemed to have expected it and their expressions did not even change.

As the fan left his sleeve, Guo Qianhuai beckoned with his hand, and four screens rose from the ground in front of him. They were made of ancient sandalwood wood, with designs on them: orchid growing on stone, lotus emerging from water, golden osmanthus under the moon, and plum blossoms reflecting the snow.
This was a delicate display of four-season flowers, but it also served as a complete set of array instruments, forming a protective formation. All flying swords were blocked, not even the invisible wind arrows hidden within.

The sect possessed numerous magical instruments passed down from their ancestors, some of them powerful and some with mysterious uses, but Guo Qianhuai had returned them all when he retired. He was a master refiner himself, and this Four Seasons Screen was his personal masterpiece.

Looking at Jiang Daozhen again, he lightly stretched out a hand with his palm facing forward, like a traffic policeman making a no-entry gesture, but his butt was still sitting on the small stool.

A light and shadow appeared in front of him, like an invisible curtain rising from the void. Upon closer inspection, the pattern on the curtain was actually a magnified image of his palm prints. The chaotic swords struck the light curtain and vanished immediately, having been transformed by magic power and then annihilated by it.

The palm lines unexpectedly changed, the longitude and latitude interlacing to form a chessboard. Black and white chess pieces faintly appeared on the board, their positions seemingly shifting constantly, like a chessboard in the midst of a fierce battle.

Guo Qianhuai on the opposite side laughed and said, "Xiao Jiang, you are quite good at showing off!"

Jiang Daozhen: "That's all you can do. Excuse me!"

Jiang Daozhen didn't use any magic weapons, relying solely on his own techniques to defeat the enemy. This technique was his own creation, combining the secrets of the Lingxi Sect with the formation ideas of the Xinpan Sect, and was named "Bao Pu".

He has been running a chess stall for decades. The chessboard on the stall is usually for chess, but when turned over it becomes for Go.

Although the attack of Master Danqiu and his apprentice was fierce, they could not do anything to the two masters with just this one move, at least not in the short term, but they had other plans.

The two men waved their folding fans and launched a continuous attack, but they leaped up and rushed towards the direction of the Ancestral Hall. Their attack was only to stop the enemy, and the real purpose of Danqiu was to rush into the Ancestral Hall and take over the formation core.

What Elder Jiang said just now made sense. Geng Yanxin, who only had the fifth-level cultivation, was unable to truly control the core of the formation. Even if he could use the core of the formation to attack from a distance, he might not be able to suppress Guo Qianhuai and Jiang Daozhen steadily.

But if he, a sixth-level alchemist, were to control the Immortal Pot Cave Heaven, then there would be no risk.

Originally, they were only a hundred feet away from the Ancestral Hall, and at their speed, they could reach it in the blink of an eye. How could the two old men not see their intentions, yet they continued to attack without defending. Over there, Master Danqiu also shouted loudly, "Geng Yanxin!"

He has already taken action. Geng Yanxin should have controlled the formation hub to cast spells remotely. Maybe he could save some energy and subdue the two old men. Why hasn't he reacted yet?
His shout was really effective. A voice whistled from the air with a strong wind: "Call your mother..."

This scene was so bizarre. Has anyone ever seen a stick that could swear? It was a long stick that looked like a peeled vine. It was two meters and three meters long, thick at one end and thin at the other.

The rattan stick was used to curse and hit people on the head, but why did it sound like Elder Gu's accent?

The two old men present laughed out loud. Jiang Daozhen said with a smile, "You still want to play a sneak attack on us? Look, this is a real sneak attack!"

This was too sudden. Fortunately, Master Danqiu was also an expert. He had sensed something was wrong when the long staff flew over. He used his mind to command his disciples to cooperate. The two Yin-Yang Wind and Fire fans were swung upwards with all their might. It seemed as if a black and white dragon was circling and flying out.

The flying staff struck the black and white dragon, causing it to wail and shatter. Dust and debris rose from the ground. When the dust cleared, the master and disciple were left standing back to back, their ankles buried in the mud.

If Master Danqiu had not protected his disciple, that blow of the stick would have probably taken the young man's life.

The long staff stood not far ahead, like a person standing between Master Danqiu and his disciples and the Ancestral Hall, and together with the other two masters, they surrounded them in the middle in a triangular shape.

After striking with the long staff, he withdrew his hand. Surrounding them was clearly an attempt to negotiate, perhaps to persuade them to surrender. However, the master and disciple steadied their stance, but suddenly a fierce look crossed their faces. Still gritting their teeth and waving their fans, they charged towards the Ancestral Hall.

They also saw the key point. Something went wrong with Geng Yanxin, and the most urgent thing was to seize the core of the formation in order to take the initiative.

As they moved, the long staffs flew up again, and a great battle broke out not far from the gate of the Patriarch's Hall... The scene was once again filled with smoke and dust, and the collapsed magic power was surging everywhere, and even the spiritual consciousness was in chaos.

I saw black and white flames swirling in the smoke and dust, rushing left and right but unable to break through the shadows of the eight-direction staffs.

Guo Qianhuai and Jiang Daozhen did not take action, but just stood at the side and rear, observing the battle from a distance, and cast a spell to gather the turbulent aftermath, limiting the range of destruction to within a hundred feet. At the same time, they were communicating with their spiritual thoughts.

Guo Qianhuai: "Are we just going to stand here and watch the show?"

Jiang Daozhen: "We two are not very good at fighting, so we should focus on raiding the formation and preventing them from making a desperate breakout. Although they can't escape, it would not be good if they cause extensive damage in the cave."

Guo Qianhuai: "Do they have any tricks left that haven't been used?"

Jiang Daozhen: "Since you dare to come and continue to take action under such circumstances, you must have something to rely on."

Guo Qianhuai sighed inwardly, "There are too many missing records from the civil strife a thousand years ago. We don't even know what treasures are scattered around... They're probably using the two Yin-Yang Wind and Fire Fans now."

The Yin-Yang Wind-Fire Fan, a treasure crafted by the founder of the Danding Sect, is a very special set of magical instruments, with a total of eight. They can be used separately, whether two or three... they can form a magic circle.

If eight Yin-Yang Wind and Fire Fans were gathered and wielded simultaneously by eight masters, it would create the powerful Eight Gates Wind and Fire Formation. Two of these fans were lost during the internal strife within the Shu Sect a thousand years ago, and the remaining six are now stored in the Dan Ding Sect's warehouse.

At this moment, Master Danqiu and his disciple each held a sword and performed a double-fan version of the Yin-Yang Wind and Fire Formation.

The real Eight-Gate Wind and Fire Formation can be both extremely powerful and gentle and subtle. Its real purpose in ancient times was to fan the air in the alchemy furnace.

That is the Alchemy Sect's sacred artifact, the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace. Legend has it that it has infinite uses and contains an Eight-Gate Wind and Fire Formation. The founder also created this set of fans based on the profound principles of the formation.

Unfortunately, not only were the two Yin-Yang Wind and Fire Fans lost, but even the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace was missing a thousand years ago.

Jiang Daozhen: "At least today, we can take back these two Wind and Fire Fans."

Guo Qianhuai looked at the battlefield in the distance. "They're quite powerful. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to defeat them... But what kind of dance is that? Why are they twisting like that?"

Jiang Daozhen: "It seems to be street dance."

Of course, those two weren't dancing. They were trying to break through the Eight Wind Staff's blockade and enter the Ancestral Hall. Their fight required the coordination of the Yin-Yang Wind and Fire Formation, so their bodies were constantly twisting and turning...

Guo Qianhuai frowned and said, "The Yin-Yang Wind and Fire Formation is best performed by a man and a woman working together. Why are they dancing like neither man nor woman?"

Jiang Daozhen: "Hearing what you said, I really can't tell what their orientation is. I heard there are more than 90 kinds..."

The two old men were chatting animatedly, but Master Danqiu and his apprentice were terrified. The mysterious opponent who had never appeared before had used the core of the formation to cast a spell remotely and actually suppressed their Yin-Yang Wind and Fire Formation.

Lord Danqiu wanted to break out, but if the gate to the cave was closed, no matter where he escaped to, he would still be in the cave, and the opponent's magic could still reach him in an instant.

He finally couldn't help but cast a spell and shouted, "Who are you?"

The long staff also emitted a shockwave-like sound: "I am Gu Chun!"

Danqiu Master was quite shocked: "Gu Chun, Elder Gu Chun of Xinpan Sect, this is impossible!"

The young man who had been silent all this time finally cried out in surprise, "Aren't you on Mount Everest?"

Gu Chun: "Where I am is none of your business!"

Danqiu Master: "How can you control the core of the cave formation of Danding Sect?"

This was the real question, and the reason why Master Danqiu couldn't believe it. Upon hearing this, Gu Chun laughed and said, "How ignorant! Over fifty years ago, I was a disciple of the Danding Sect."

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