Daoqi Huangcheng

Chapter 68, Section 67: Just a Little Sandstorm (3.2K words - Please Subscribe)
The cultivation of the Five Intentions Pagoda requires five kinds of intentions.

The meaning of "十丝" is the same as "一丝".

The meaning of "hundred lines" is a wonderful method.

The Five Meanings Pagoda requires twenty lines for each of the five meanings to satisfy the number "one hundred"; at the same time, each must have twenty lines, neither more nor less, in order to achieve balance and thus become the simplest "wonderful method".

This was the first time Song Chen had ever heard the term "wonderful method" used.

Of course, this was also the first time he had ever seen the Five Intentions Tower, a power that was not composed of spiritual energy but of "intention".

He couldn't help but fall into thought.

After some consideration, he concluded that there must be at least two different types of forces in the world that are interconnected.

One type of attack is launched by channeling spiritual energy, while the other is related to forces such as "intention, karma, and retribution." Even the same book, the Yellow Springs Sutra, records both of these methods.

[Water Control], [Rain Summoning], and [Water Escape] belong to the former category, while [Illusion Mirror], [Ghost Claw], and [Karma Mirror] belong to the latter.
Broadly speaking, the former refers to the body, while the latter refers to the soul.

Previously, Jiu Lingzi had only given him a cup of tea and planted a trace of "retribution," but he was completely unable to withstand it. That "retribution" completely bypassed all of his physical defenses, and even if he wore a hundred layers of heavy armor, it could not protect him from the slightest bit.

Is the Five Intentions Pagoda now also a power of this kind?
However, each of the five powerful intents requires twenty lines, which is already so difficult for ordinary cultivators that it seems impossible to accomplish.

And this is only one of the three methods for transcending tribulation.

The tribulation at the Foundation Establishment stage is obviously extremely difficult. To think that one can shut oneself away and only seek one's own interests without opening one's eyes to the world, without seeking out precious resources, and without trying to obtain the support of benefactors is simply wishful thinking.

Song Chen suddenly remembered the two lessons Tian Kuizi had given him.

First, cultivation resources are limited; if others get them, you won't have them, so you have to fight for them.
Second, the fastest way to seize something is to devour it all and make it your own.

A faint sense of greed suddenly surfaced in his heart.

However, a mere wisp of dragon energy helped him break the seal on the [Treasure Box of Time].
Could you have more?

Moreover, with Jiu Lingzi laying out plans and others queuing up on the Turtle Platform for the Dragon Qi, its role in the Foundation Establishment Realm must be extremely crucial and irreplaceable.

A moment later, a flash of light appeared, and Song Chen left the Crane Demon Secret Realm, or rather, the Niangniang Temple Secret Realm, heading towards the Yellow Springs in the northern suburbs.

The Jin Tao Mountain sacrificial ceremony is just around the corner, and he needs to get to his post as soon as possible.

At this time, in the Yellow Springs Land in the northern suburbs, the crane demons had almost all come out, far more than in the Niangniang Temple Secret Realm.

When Song Chen arrived, all the crane demons bowed to him and respectfully said, "Greetings, Clan Chief."

This identity has been acknowledged and endorsed by the higher-ups of the Five Elements Sect, so it can be used openly and confidently.

However, despite the impressive-sounding name, Song Chen knew perfectly well that it was nothing special.

He was nominally called the clan chief, but in reality he was just an "executive with certain professional skills who liaised with outsourcing."

He routinely inspected several important mass graves and large cemeteries in the Underworld, and then, in front of Senior Sister Meng, he very seriously pointed out several weak points that seemed likely to cause problems, urging the crane demons to quickly maintain them.

As for this northern suburb of the Yellow Springs
No new corpses have entered in the past few days.

The cannon fodder battalion that was training has moved to another location, supposedly for field training elsewhere; the coffins of the powerful and wealthy from out of town who were superstitious about the feng shui of the northern suburbs and wanted to send the corpses of their clansmen here have also been left in a nearby town and are not allowed to approach.

The powerful and wealthy were quite certain about the feng shui of this place.

After all, Jintao Mountain is located in the northern suburbs.

The emperor would come here for sacrifices.

What else could this be but a place blessed with good feng shui?
Time passes day by day.

The crane demons began to pull at Huang Quan with all their might, while Song Chen sat down at the "Huang Quan Earth Core" in the northwest direction of Jin Tao Mountain. This was the place where the Huang Quan waves were the largest and most turbulent, and it was also the place where Xiao Meng often came.

Soon, the day of the Jintao Mountain sacrificial ceremony arrived.

Song Chentian sat in the heart of the Yellow Springs before dawn.

Xiao Meng was beside him.

Xiao Meng did not go to Jin Tao Mountain with Jiu Lingzi. She was just like her junior brother Song, no, she was even more dedicated than her junior brother Song. She stayed here from beginning to end, patching things up here and there, diligently dealing with the ghost realm that emerged from the Yellow Springs.

She was naturally there at that moment.

Today, the waves of the underworld will be extremely large, so large that they will break open the gates of hell.

At that time, there might even be a Yellow Demon above the White Demon, in which case she would need to take action.

She was still wearing that pale, ceramic smiling mask.

Long hair, long legs, full breasts, graceful figure, a white robe with peach blossom patterns, and a mask that always seems to be smiling. Although there is a hint of bleakness, the overall look is still beautiful. So beautiful that people always forget the ugly face behind the mask, a face that is as rotten and ugly as any other corpse, and even covered with black worms.

Song Chen always felt that this Senior Sister Meng was also like an "outsourced" employee.

In the heart of the underworld, on the mass grave, shadowy figures roam, numbering far more than a thousand or ten thousand ghosts. At a glance, they are all gray, transparent, lonely spirits. If an ordinary person were here, even if they were brave enough not to faint from fright at first, they would still fall seriously ill and die after fleeing due to the clash of yin energy.

But this is just Song Chen's "workplace".

He stared intently at the waves and the surrounding ghostly tide, and said, "Senior sister, there are already enough ghosts in the Yellow Springs in the northern suburbs. With such a long accumulation, there is no need for His Majesty to recall the heroic souls who died far from home."

Xiao Meng said, "It's fake."

Song Chen turned his head to the side.

Xiao Meng continued, "How could a letter written in blood possibly summon them back from such a distance? It's just a matter of using some supernatural powers to summon wind and rain, deceiving mortals, and reciting sacrificial texts to make people's hearts more united and allow the dragon energy to reach the peak that His Majesty can achieve."

Song Chen responded with an "Mm".

Yes.

Why should he believe such an explanation?

She still lacked experience. Xiao Meng took out a twelve-hour hourglass and placed it on a decaying rock covered in grave soil.

The fine sand is falling.

Xiao Meng leaned closer, looked at the engraved lines, and said, "It's about time to start pushing things forward. At the hour of You (5-7 PM), we can throw all the ghost tides from the entire Northern Yellow Springs down to attack the Ghost Gate."

Song Chen nodded and began to give instructions.

Although it's only almost Chen Shi (7-9 AM), the whole process will take a long time.

The crane demons got busy, and Song Chen got busy too.

One by one, ghost realms appeared, and Xiaomeng began to deal with them.

The royal procession has entered the outer perimeter of Golden Peach Mountain, and the common people can no longer follow.

The emperor lifted the golden curtain, looked at the countless people who had followed him from afar, then lowered the curtain again, took a deep breath, tidied his hair, and straightened his clothes.

An emperor must have the bearing of an emperor, and this must always be the case.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the carriage curtain.

"Your Majesty, we can already see Golden Peach Mountain!"

The middle-aged man's voice carried a hint of excitement.

He was a member of the royal family, a younger brother of the emperor, and was known as the Prince of Nanxiao.

Although the Prince of Nanxiao had limited abilities and was not as capable as the Prince of Yan in conquering battlefields or as obsessed with martial arts as the Prince of Chu, he was honest and kind. Despite being born into the royal family, he still possessed a childlike enthusiasm that was not typical of royalty. He had a very good relationship with the emperor and even the crown prince.

This time, the emperor was holding a sacrificial ceremony, and since it was a great honor to share, he invited this brother over.

Of course, this wasn't the only one; there were many members of the royal family as well.

The emperor lifted the carriage curtain again and glanced at the distant mountain.

He remembered that when he was a child, he often hunted around these mountains with his brothers, talking about their lofty ambitions and how they wanted to change this and that.

At that time, Prince Nanxiao was an excellent cook and loved to drink. So, whenever the princes finished hunting and sat by the mountains and water, Prince Nanxiao would always roast meat while magically producing fine wine. The princes would laugh heartily and raise their cups to drink together.
A look of reminiscence flashed in the Emperor's eyes, a smile appeared on his face, and then he looked at the Prince of Nanxiao with a peculiar expression.

Prince Nanxiao was taken aback and asked, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

The Emperor said gently, "Call me Imperial Brother. Since I ascended the throne, you have never called me Imperial Brother again."

The Prince of Nanxiao laughed and said, "Your Majesty, I call you by the name of a subject, but the proper etiquette cannot be disregarded. In my heart, I always call you my elder brother."

The emperor laughed and said, "Do you know why I'm looking at you?"

The Prince of Nanxiao said, "Your Majesty's heart is as vast as the rivers and seas; how could your humble servant possibly fathom even a fraction of it?"

The Emperor laughed and said, "I was wondering if you could still, like when you were a young man, magically produce fine wine from your bosom and give me a surprise."

The Prince of Nanxiao suddenly reached into his robes and said, "What if my brother really takes it out?"

The emperor said, "Then I will certainly punish you."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

The Prince of Nanxiao smiled and then suddenly sighed, "It's a pity that the Grand Scholar didn't come today. He's getting old and it's time for him to retire and return to his hometown."

The emperor glanced at the refined young man riding a tall horse at the head of the procession. The young man was an official from the Imperial City Temple, whose immortal title was Jiulingzi, and who was responsible for accompanying the emperor on this trip to Golden Peach Mountain.

As he looked at it, he chuckled and said, "It's a good thing the Grand Secretary didn't come, otherwise he would have punished you again for chatting and laughing with me like this."

Nanxiao Wang also showed a look of reminiscence, and then laughed and said, "Yes, I was the most naughty and absurd when I was a child. He loved to beat me with a stick. If it weren't for him, I really wouldn't even be a human being."

The emperor smiled, then suddenly looked at the refined young man in the distance, abruptly lowered his eyes, and rubbed them.

Prince Nanxiao was taken aback and asked, "Brother? What's wrong?"

The emperor laughed without looking up, "It's just a little sandstorm, hahaha."

With sand in his eyes, they naturally turned a little red.

It just turned red, but not red enough to bring tears to my eyes.

Jiu Lingzi rode his horse in a very down-to-earth manner, with many core disciples of the Imperial City Temple behind him, including Tian Kuizi and Que Lieyun.

Of course, among these people, perhaps only Tian Kui Zi, who was closest to Jiu Ling Zi, vaguely knew what was going on today, while the others were completely confused and could not figure it out.

Besides these disciples, there was another person riding a horse to Jiu Lingzi's left.

This person was different from all the disciples. He was dressed in blue, wrapped up tightly, and wore a mask, making it impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

Jiu Lingzi called him "Mr. Jin".

The honor guard had already penetrated deep into the Jintaoshan area, and the people behind them could no longer see them at all.

Just then, Jiu Lingzi suddenly frowned and stared intently into the distant darkness.

Tian Kuizi and the others looked, but saw nothing.

Jiu Lingzi looked at the mysterious Mr. Jin beside him.

Mr. Jin nodded, then stopped riding and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Tian Kuizi was filled with doubt and asked in a low voice, "Master, what is this?"

Jiu Lingzi said coldly, "The Foundation Establishment cultivator who infiltrated Jin State has finally shown himself. This is to check and balance that Foundation Establishment cultivator."

(End of this chapter)