Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 417: Cave Heaven Gathering
It was not surprising to Zhang Yuan or the various forces on Qingtian Continent that the Netherworld Demon Sect chose this time to attack Xuanji Academy.

The way the Demon Sect acts is different from that of the Immortal Sect and the Buddhist Sect.

Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Academy passed by the Leiyin Zen Temple of Buddhism and broke into the mountain gate of Qingyun Immortal Sect. With his Confucian and Taoist identities, he made it difficult for both the immortals and the Buddhas to raise their heads.

In the current situation, Zhang Juzheng has directly entered the jurisdiction of the Netherworld Demon Sect, and he will definitely seek a battle with the Netherworld Demon Sect.

Behind this is not only the Bailu Academy, but also the result of the promotion of Qingyun Immortal Sect and Leiyin Zen Temple.

Both the immortals and the demons are clearly looking forward to Zhang Juzheng going to the Netherworld Demon Sect to engage in a fierce battle.

The Netherworld Demon Sect was not afraid of Zhang Juzheng, but what they were wary of was the master who was nearing the end of his life after Zhang Juzheng.

Since a war was inevitable, the Netherworld Demon Sect simply mobilized its entire army and marched straight into the territory of the four major academies, placing the battlefield under the rule of Confucianism and Taoism.

Among the four major academies, Bailu Academy has always been the leader of Confucianism and Taoism. With the Master present, it is not the first choice for attack.

The students in Haoran Academy are all proficient in both Confucianism and swordsmanship. They are very powerful and are not the first choice for attack.

The Jinglun Academy governs the country with Confucianism. The Thirty-Six Prefectures not only have a large number of Confucian and Taoist students, but are also garrisoned by large armies, making them not the most suitable targets.

In Xuanji Academy, although Kong Lingjun has good cultivation, there are not many other masters in the academy. Moreover, among the four major academies, Xuanji Academy lags behind in terms of land area and foundation.

"So the persimmon is the softest one to squeeze."

Zhang Yuan looked at the message from the paper crane in his hand, chuckled and shook his head.

A message came from Bailu Mountain that the Netherworld Demon Sect's 300,000 Demon Flame soldiers, gathered with other surrounding demon sects, and formed an army of one million. They were advancing like a hot knife through butter and had already entered the area within 3,000 miles of Xuanji Academy.

Although Xuanji Academy has not yet sought help from all parties, the four major academies prosper and suffer together, and the other parties cannot watch Xuanji Academy fall into despair.

One hundred thousand warriors from Jinglun Academy, led by five master instructors, have rushed to Xuanji Academy to provide assistance.

Disciples also gathered at Haoran Academy, waiting for transfer orders.

Bailushan sent a message to Zhang Yuan, asking him how to arrange the rescue.

As the head of the Panshi Banshan and Panshi Banshan courts, Zhang Juzheng had no choice but to be involved in any military affairs on Bailu Mountain.

News also came from Bailu Mountain about 18,000 Spring Hunt trialists.

These trial-takers were not afraid of the invasion of the demonic path, but were delighted instead.

For them, this is an excellent opportunity to earn heavenly merit and obtain materials for cultivation.

However, Zhuang Moxuan, Kong Wenyuan and others discussed that these 18,000 trial participants all came from Yongtianzhou. If they rashly participated in the battle on Qingtianzhou and suffered serious casualties, it would be difficult to explain to Daqin.

Their idea was that it would be best to let these trial participants do some logistical work and garrison duties in the rear when rescuing Xuanji Academy.

The head of the Panshi Banshan Academy and the other two academies is Zhang Juzheng. In his message, Zhuang Moxuan only suggested that Zhang Yuan should not transfer these trial participants to Xuanji Academy.

The paper crane in his palm turned to ashes. Zhang Yuan stood on the mountain and looked at the peaks in front of him.

There were also many practitioners quietly following in the surrounding mountains and forests. Some of them were responsible for keeping an eye on Zhang Yuan and finding out his whereabouts, while others wanted to follow Zhang Yuan and get some opportunities to practice.

After all, the sword marks left by Zhang Yuan really make people understand the way of cultivation.

Zhang Yuan did not send a reply to Bailushan immediately.

In his palm, the Spring Mountain Picture slowly unfolded.

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Daqin, Imperial City Academy.

In a small courtyard, Sun Qi, dressed in a Confucian robe, looked at the scroll in front of him that was emitting a faint glow, with curiosity on his face.

This scroll was given by Princess Yuruo of Yuyuan Trading Company. According to the princess, this scroll is somewhat strange.

However, in these days, Sun Qi has gained nothing except the fact that his painting brushwork is very similar to that of Wang Mengxi in the past, and has traces of Taoism.

Even the scroll is not signed, so although it is valuable, it cannot be sold as an authentic work of Wang Mengxi.

He had previously planned to send the scroll for consignment, but was stopped by his wife.

According to what his wife said, it's not that she can't afford to support him, so why should she sell her paintings?
It was spread that Huang Yuting could no longer support a man.

Sun Qi gently pressed his palm on the scroll, and his soul moved. A trace of spiritual thought split and entered an illusory space.

This space is illusory, with only a few seats, without distinction of high or low, front or back, scattered in the void.

The seats are empty, but you can see floating words.

Black Tiger

"lark"

"Hibernating Dragon"...

Sun Qi looked at himself, sitting on a square seat. The space above his head where the writing was was still blank, and next to his hand was an open book.

Opening the book, it records some things that happened when entering this space.

Spring Mountain Cave.

Several people have already had the opportunity to enter this strange cave.

These people would exchange information with each other or offer valuables in exchange for important information.

These people may know each other, but here they are only called by code names.

Sun Qi was not qualified to participate in the information exchange, but he could be invited to participate in the party.

This time, it was just a temporary gathering.

Looking up, the names of "Qinghe" and "Shusheng" on the opposite side have already lit up, and there are people sitting in the seats, but they are shrouded in fog and their figures and faces cannot be seen.

Sun Qi gently closed the book, took a deep breath, and waited quietly for the party to begin.

He was very curious about this party.

……

The residence of Ji Liang, Marquis of Xichang.

Twenty years ago, due to casualties among soldiers in the Eastern Territory, the Marquis of Xichang, who was in charge of the troops of Jiuyuan County in the Eastern Territory, was transferred back to the imperial city.

Over the past twenty years, Marquis Xichang initially went to the Ministry of War to seek employment, but later he went there less and less frequently.

He now spends most of his time studying at home, and usually goes to some towns and markets.

Some time ago, I went to Yuyuan Trading Company to sell my family collection and received a scroll as a gift from Princess Yuruo of the trading company.

At this moment, a faint light and shadow shone through the scroll, causing Xichang Hou, who was at the Grandmaster level, to squint his eyes.

"Dongtian method?"

"What does this mean?"

There was a deep brilliance in his eyes, and Xichang Hou's mind penetrated into the painting.

……

Zhengyang County.

In the martial arts section, Zhao Kuo unfolded the scroll given by Zhang Yuan in his study, with curiosity on his face. He stretched out his hand and poured his spiritual power into it.

Imperial City, Qianyang Palace.

Yu Kuizhen quietly stepped aside.

At the top, on the long table in front of the emperor, a painting of spring mountains was unfolded, with a faint glow shining through it.

He had already entered the gathering place and explored it. Everyone at the gathering had their figures covered up, and even their voices seemed unreal.

When he reported the matter to Emperor Yuan Kang, the emperor became interested and asked for the scroll.

……

Sitting on the spacious seat, Zhao Yu looked around curiously.

Skylark, Dormant Dragon, Blue Crane, White Stone, Black Tiger...

She knew that Zhang Yuan was Black Tiger. As for the identities of the others, she could guess a little, but she was not sure.

In the imperial city, in addition to the people Zhang Yuan had arranged before, she had only given the scroll to a few people.

In the eyes of outsiders, Sun Qi is famous in the imperial city for living off his wife.

Among the marquises with military merits, Ji Liang, the Marquis of Xichang, had been silent for twenty years and had long been forgotten.

"If Bai Shi is Sun Qi, then Xichang Hou is..."

"Broken gun."

Zhao Yu whispered softly, looked up, and the figure of Black Tiger appeared where he was, and the words "Black Tiger" lit up.

"Everyone, this gathering is about the demonic invasion of Qingtian Continent."

Hei Hu's voice was rough and ethereal.

(End of this chapter)