The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 43 Little Fang Has a Demon Mountain

"Master, are you aware that with this move, all the demon mountains, large and small, in the southwest have erupted in rebellion?"

"If those mountain monsters, big and small, were to invade Tiannan, you and I would be guilty of a sin that will last for eternity..."

Before the admonition could finish, it was immediately interrupted by a surge of energy that shot into the sky.

"White Dragon!"

"You shouldn't have led the way in contradicting others."

That day, the abbot of the Southern Temple held the sacred mountain seal, his face extremely cold. His palm was filled with magical power, and the scattered magical intent instantly condensed and merged with the falling sacred mountain seal, transforming into a desolate and ancient primordial sacred mountain that crashed down.

The dark blue phantom of the sacred mountain obscured the sky, before the little demon guarding the mountain could even raise its head.

[Boom!] With a deafening roar, the endless darkness buried the demonic peak bamboo stronghold, crushing the hundred-foot-tall demonic peak into ruins. All the demon soldiers, large and small, on the mountain were reduced to minced meat and blood, leaving no place for them to be buried...

"If they obediently endure it, my sect will only annihilate the Thousand-Mile Demon Mountain."

"This is the distance we should keep!"

"If they can't bear it, I'd be happy to watch those old demons slaughter cities and destroy villages with my own eyes. That way, the demon scourge in the southwest can finally be quelled!"

Of the twelve sects in the Southern Kingdom, Tiannan Temple is the least powerful. They might not be able to completely destroy the demon mountains in the Southwest, but if chaos were to break out in the Southwest, alarming the Southern Dynasty and putting pressure on the various prefectures, it wouldn't be difficult for him to personally travel to the prefectures and invite a few other sects to join forces and completely annihilate the mountains in the Southwest!

"Are you crazy? Do you know how many states and counties will be completely destroyed?"

Bai Long, the head of the courtyard, suddenly raised his head. At that moment, it was as if he was seeing this junior disciple for the first time.

You are the Abbot of Tiannan Temple, the pillar of Tiannan, how dare you utter such words?
"To remove a tumor, one must cut off flesh; this is a necessary sacrifice, a choice that can be made!"

Despite his impassioned and detached attitude, Abbot Tiannan remained unfazed by such outrageous remarks, his eyes as still and deep as a tranquil pool, as he silently met Bai Long's gaze.
Seeing the abbot's state, the head of the courtyard, Bai Long, became even more anxious.

The Supreme Way of Forgetting Emotions, the Method of Sitting in Oblivion for Longevity!
What's the difference between your extreme state of meditation and madness?
"You worthless wretch! I'm going to find the patriarch! You're utterly despicable now!"

Bai Long, the head of the Bai family, had just turned around and hadn't taken two steps when his figure suddenly froze. His Purple Mansion Dao Body was completely bound, and his Qi was as still as dead water, completely unable to be mobilized.

The surrounding void solidified into a tangible form, as if one were drowning in a bottomless abyss, falling into an endless abyss.

This is the essence of the Dharma; observing from the edge of an abyss, one gains this profound sense of despair.

Abbot Chen Jin has already taken one foot on the path to becoming a spirit!
"Chief, please help me destroy these seventy-two small demon mountains."

"The patriarch will agree!"

Chen Jin stared expressionlessly into the depths of the southwest. His cultivation had advanced by half a step, which should have been exhilarating for all the Purple Mansions, but at this moment, the head of the White Dragon Courtyard felt utterly unfamiliar and frightened.

How could the temple have become like this...?

Below, two top-tier Purple Mansion Daoist masters stood silently, their cold aura reaching the horizon. In that vast sea of ​​clouds, only an old Daoist in a green robe sat cross-legged on a white crane, gazing down.

Yin Zu entered the Daoist path at a young age, and by the age of twenty-four, he had already entered the Purple Palace. He traveled through the East Sea, slew a true dragon, traversed the Hundred Ghost Paths of Lingnan, and saw the immortal divine bird of the Ba Kingdom...

In his younger days, he was full of vigor and ambition, surrounded by beautiful women and proud fellow cultivators! Thus, he and his companions roamed freely across the vast land of Tiandu, clashing with the gods of the North and battling the raging waves of the North Sea, engaging in endless struggles with demons and bloodline descendants.

No one knows what that arrogant and unrestrained Taoist priest went through. After returning from the North Sea, Taoist priest Yin was injured and his fate was cursed by the Heavenly Demon. Nine Jiazi would be the end of his life.

Yet, Master Yin was still incredibly impressive, able to control the universe with a single hand, residing in the southern land, where even the emperor paid homage and all scholars revered him.

Until 240 years ago, when the Southern Kingdom took over the southern lands, it spread the news to four provinces and eleven prefectures. The people were excited, and Daoist Yin volunteered to open the Tiannan Temple in this southern land!
The youngest sect in the Southern Kingdom today inherits the most ancient immortal cultivation method – Qi Refining.

"Chen Jin, I'm not so old that I can't even lift a knife, am I?" Yin Zu couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. He only had nine years left to live, but he wasn't going to die of old age!

When that day truly comes, what's the big deal if I single-handedly venture into the southwest, pluck two or three ancient demon heads to build a temple, and set off on my journey?
Chen Jin has indeed crossed the threshold of achieving immortality through meditation.

However, he is still trapped in the cage of so-called "forgetfulness." Only when he achieves a state of "purity" can he become a Yin spirit!

The two men below were frowning and glaring, as if they were engaged in a difficult struggle concerning the rise and fall of the nation.

Yin Zu stroked his white beard: How come I didn't know that the continuation of Tiannan Temple was so dangerous?
Bai Long is brave but lacks strategy, while Chen Jin is overthinking and blinded by his own ideas!

He still needs more experience!
"Since you've made up your mind, just do it! Do those ancient demons dare to leave their cages? They don't have that kind of guts!"

Yin Zu shook his head and chuckled, then with a flick of his sleeve, the sea of ​​clouds surged and shifted, as if the entire world had suddenly turned upside down and transformed. Looking up from the mountains and then up at the sky, it seemed as if the clouds for thousands of miles had been plucked away, leaving only an endless expanse of azure blue...

A handful of the true Dharma from the heavens, reaching the boundless void to pluck the crimson sky!

Meanwhile, at this time, Lin Yuan Mountain...

Yuntian Treasure Pavilion.

The upper and middle-ranking Daoist disciples from all the halls of the outer courtyard gathered in front of this twenty-third-floor treasure pavilion.

"There are three small demon mountains in the south, located in the eastern corner of the mountains, bordering the Poison Gu Division. Lan Yang, Li Qing... take some men and go get them!"

"One demonic mountain, twenty thousand merits."

The woman in purple robes stepped gracefully out of the pavilion, and with a slight sway of her sleeves, she tossed several scrolls of bamboo slips into the arms of two disciples in blue robes, giving them a death order.

These two are considered to be the most capable disciples in the outer courtyard. Lan Yang comes from the Tiannan aristocratic family and has already mastered sword energy, holding the position of deputy hall master of the law enforcement hall; Gui Lang-Li Qing is even more special!

The three demon mountains, each with its own demon general, roar across the southern lands, devouring people and selling goods, posing a great threat. The Poison and Gu Bureau of the southern lands has always been troubled by them, enduring humiliation to the point of desperation, but ultimately has not taken any action!
At this moment, the Tiannan Temple is in motion, and in response to the Wanfa and Danding Academies, the task of dealing with these three small Fangyao Mountains has been assigned to the outer academies. The fact that Dean Bai entrusted them to the two of them is certainly a sign of his high regard for them.

These demonic mountains stretch endlessly, with bears sitting on the mountain and calling themselves kings between the two ridges. Tigers and leopards line up their banners in the mountains, forming a hundred-mile-long mountain range. Lesser demons are dressed in armor, and older demons are clad in armor, all in perfect order.

Beneath the Three Ghosts' Tomb, many old foxes and wild ghosts gathered, taking old medicines and animal bones from the mountains, setting up stalls, connecting with villages and towns, and selling goods and laborers, thus forming a ghost market.
In Zhishanfang, wild mane filled the caves, and someone, having somehow learned the art of butchering, started a cooked meat business on the south bank of the Yuan River. The ten-mile-long market was filled with hanging meat, and the comings and goings of humans and demons were terrifying...

As many Taoist disciples focused their attention on the two, it was unclear how they should distinguish between the two.
Senior Brother Lan Yang, who serves in the Law Enforcement Hall and often welcomes the disciples to the Daoist Hall, has a similar authority to the Red-Clothed True Disciples of the Inner Court, making him the number one in the Outer Court.

And that cold and aloof Daoist disciple, is he from my outer courtyard? Li Qing?
As the disciples were still wondering, they saw the aloof young man glance at them briefly, then turn his head and ask Lan Yang, who had a magic sword hanging at his waist:

"Does that Zhishanfang belong to me?"

“That’s fine! Junior Brother, you can go to Zhishanfang with the other junior brothers. I can handle the other two places.” Lan Yang stroked his sword with his right hand and looked directly at Li Qing.

A mountain of demons costs 20,000 cultivation points, which is about the same as a burial mound outside the Corpse Cave. It's just right to hunt the great demon in the mountain and have a wanton hunt with "Candle" to take the great demon's blood essence and carve the Five Control Totem on it!
Li Qing stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, glanced at the head of the courtyard, rolled up the bamboo slip, and turned to leave.

This surprised many Taoist disciples in the room, their eyes flickering, wondering who this person was and why he was traveling alone.

"Then let them all go..."

Bai Qingye rubbed her forehead with her jade-like hand, shook her left hand as if she had a headache, and told everyone to go and prepare.

She was at her wit's end. This Li Qing didn't seem like someone who had come from the Daoist Hall at all; he was more like a wandering Daoist.

When others receive such a task, their first thought is to call upon their friends and gather many fellow cultivators to work together. But Li Qing alone rolled up the bamboo slip and left!
How can one accomplish anything by going it alone like this?
The various monasteries in the mountains responded to the call and carried out the abbot's will, each sending their followers to station in the southwestern mountains. This was only the beginning...

(End of this chapter)