A master of comedy!

Luoyang, Laojun Mountain.

This place is a famous scenic spot and historical site. The mountain shape is like an overturned alchemy furnace of Laozi, and the clouds and mist always gather and never disperse, just like a fairyland.

The screen unfolds in nine layers, as if the alchemical furnace is still warm; the peaks turn three times, revealing that the Daoist veins are still warm.

It has many Taoist temples such as Chaoyang Cave, Nantianmen, Yuhuangding, Daodefu, and Laojun Temple, which are full of spiritual energy and can be called a blessed land for cultivation.

But what many people don't know is that this is also the location of the Longhua Sect's headquarters, and many of their people live in the Taoist temples on the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the carriage slowly came to a stop.

Zhou Sheng frowned slightly as he looked at the ragged, emaciated people lying on the ground on both sides of the road, barely alive.

These men all looked like the most honest farmers, but for some reason they were all pale and thin, emaciated, as if all their energy had been drained.

Most importantly, this was not the first time he had seen such a scene. After leaving the wheat field and approaching Luoyang City, there were more and more people like this, and there were even some at the foot of Lao Jun Mountain.

The Vajra Flame Pattern within the Dragon Eye slowly rotated. Zhou Sheng had already seen that these people had all had their essence drained, like a drained ditch, their vital energy severely depleted, leaving them only able to lie there and wait for death.

He calculated with his fingers, and a divine light flowed from his fingertips. His gaze pierced through the clouds and mist of the heavens, revealing a catastrophe that had once occurred in Luoyang.

Countless honest farmers put down their hoes, drank the talisman water, and then charged madly towards the fortified city of Luoyang. Even when riddled with arrows, they did not fall, as if they had become wild beasts that knew neither pain nor fatigue...

An elderly figure, as powerful as a dragon, stood with his hands behind his back, performing a series of magical steps, summoning heavenly lightning to shatter the city's protective array, and unleashing a torrential downpour that flooded Luoyang City, leaving countless dead and wounded among the city's inhabitants.

A fairyland on earth!
Besides the old man, there were four other figures exuding the aura of tribulation. After the city fell, they stormed in, each displaying their supernatural abilities without holding back, causing severe damage to the ancient city. All the experts from the Xuanqiong Division branch within the city were killed in battle.

This was a brutal war and massacre.

Zhou Sheng withdrew his supernatural powers, his gaze growing cold. No wonder he could smell the scent of blood and charcoal from dozens of miles away in Luoyang; no wonder the wheat was ripe but no one had gone to harvest it.

These people lying by the roadside, some already corpses, others barely clinging to life and waiting for death, were those who had swallowed the talisman water.

They were drained of their last bit of potential, becoming cannon fodder in the siege, only to fall by the roadside and die like wild dogs.

Boom!

As Zhou Sheng's anger rose, lightning patterns flashed between his brows, thunder roared in the sky, dark clouds poured in, lightning dragons surged, and a fierce wind howled, plunging the world into darkness.

After surviving the Heavenly Tribulation, he was marked with Heavenly Dao Thunder Patterns in his flesh and blood, and he wielded a portion of the power of the Thunder Dao. He could even faintly sense the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder hidden above the Thirty-Three Heavens and bring it down to the mortal world.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if Xiao Tingzi broke through to the Earth Immortal Realm and cultivated the Five Thunder Orthodox Method of Longhu Mountain to the highest level, he would still be inferior to Zhou Sheng in thunder magic.

He is qualified to compete for the title of the number one lightning cultivator in the world.

When anger arises, thunder roars and dark clouds fill the sky.

"It's thundering..."

"It's raining...we need to harvest the wheat..."

"Wheat...harvest it quickly..."

The thunder startled many unconscious people by the roadside. Their trembling, cracked lips seemed to instinctively remind them of the wheat fields back home.

All year round, we look forward to the autumn harvest.

Someone murmured, "Old woman, bring in the dried pork; it's for the kids' school fees..."

Unfortunately, looking around, I could no longer find the figure who had been with me for half my life.

When the effects of the talisman water wore off and they regained their senses, they were just ordinary people who wanted to live peaceful lives. Even if the world was bad and taxes were heavy, as long as the wheat ripened, they could always survive.

The thunder subsided, and the rain began to fall.

Drops of pale golden rain seeped into their bodies, nourishing their parched flesh and invigorating them, as if they had regained some strength.

Auspicious energy filled the air, and sweet rain fell. Soon after, the rain stopped, and the golden sunlight pierced through the sea of ​​clouds over Laojun Mountain, showering everyone's faces with warmth that seeped into their hearts.

The golden summit on the mountain shines brightly, like a divine miracle.

The people were moved to tears, kowtowing in gratitude towards Laojun Mountain, and then rushed home to find their relatives.

Inside the carriage, Jinse watched this scene, a deep, unseen emotion stirring within her eyes.

"On behalf of the people of Luoyang, Jinse thanks the troupe leader."

The rain just now contained Zhou Sheng's magical power, which is why it had the power to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. This heavy rain has depleted at least sixty years of his cultivation.

If it were any other cultivator, who would sacrifice decades of their cultivation for a group of unrelated ordinary people?

Twenty years have passed, but the troupe leader is still the same troupe leader. Although his temples have turned gray and his temperament has become more profound and unpredictable, his heroic spirit has never changed.

"All I can save are these people in front of me, but Jinse can save the entire city of Luoyang."

Zhou Sheng gave her a deep look, his words seemingly carrying a deeper meaning.

Jinse nodded, her hand on the strings tightening slightly, leaving a red mark on her jade-like fingertips. She slowly raised her eyes, her voice clear and cold.

"Jinse understands. Please, Master, come with me up the mountain."

……

Inside Laojun Mountain, part of the mountain has been hollowed out, and the surrounding area is covered with array patterns, resembling a maze-like nest with interconnected passages.

This is the headquarters of the Longhua Sect.

Teams of elite followers, armed with swords, patrolled the area. Each of them was radiant with a sharp, discerning aura, clearly possessing remarkable martial arts skills and cultivation.

In the largest secret room in the very center, beneath the statue of Maitreya Buddha, four figures sat facing each other.

One of them was the youngest, with a face like jade and a handsome appearance, but there was a hint of evil in his eyes. He was not old, but he had already broken through the sixth level.

The man was beaming with confidence as he declared, “Luoyang has fallen! Our Longhua Sect has finally emerged from the shadows and accomplished something earth-shattering!”

"Now that my adoptive father has taken control of Luoyang, all nine prefectures and thirty-four cities of Yuzhou have submitted to him. He will soon declare himself king and announce it to the world. The reason why the three Dharma Kings are left here is for another important matter."

Seated before him were the three Dharma Kings of the Dragon Flower Sect, who were renowned throughout the world: Emperor Xie Xuanjun in purple robes, Immortal King Su Yulong in white robes, and Demon King Fang Xiangshi in crimson robes.

As for the Black-Clad Dragon King, known for his shrewdness and decisiveness, he is not here.

"To quell external aggression, we must first secure internal stability. The important matter the young master speaks of... is it the Holy Maiden?"

Emperor Xie Xuanjun, dressed in purple, spoke up, his tone firm despite being a question.

The young master smiled slightly and said, "That's right. It was precisely because of the Holy Maiden that she was lured by my godfather and tricked into going to Kunlun Heavenly Palace to seek help. Only then were we able to suppress the Buddha Mother's lineage and carry out this great undertaking together!"

He paused for a moment, then looked at the white-robed Immortal King, Su Yulong.

This Dharma King had once been loyal to the lineage of the Buddha Mother. The Holy Maiden was able to leave with peace of mind because she felt that with him guarding the place, there would be no trouble for the time being.

"Judging by the time, the Feast of Bliss has long since ended, and the Holy Maiden should be back by now. I wonder if the Dharma King... can bring himself to do it?"

The white-robed immortal king, Su Yulong, remained silent for a long while before slowly uttering a sound.

“Killing her wouldn’t be difficult, but the Holy Maiden is, after all, that person’s disciple and holds considerable prestige within the sect. I think that rather than killing her, it would be better to…”

"The young master married her, and with her prestige and reputation, he completely subdued the lineage of the Buddha Mother, thus ensuring that our Holy Sect would never have any further conflicts."

The young master recalled that stunningly beautiful, aloof, and arrogant figure who had repeatedly caused him to suffer setbacks, and a greedy thought stirred within him.

...(End of this chapter)