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Chapter 155 The Great Li Body Refining Cultivation Token

Looking at the writhing, swelling mass of flesh and blood, radiating endless filth and evil energy, Xiao Beichen's cold face revealed an undisguised disgust.

"Foreign evil practices are filthy and disgusting."

He snorted coldly, too lazy to even take action himself, and simply flicked his finger.

Roar!
The phantom of the God of War seemed to be infused with a soul, its blurry face instantly becoming clear, and its blood-red eyes bursting with endless majesty and killing intent!
He raised the giant axe high in his hand, and a faint golden dragon aura was wrapped around it!

"Breaking Army - Slaying Dragon!"

With a soft shout from Xiao Beichen, the giant axe crashed down!

This axe strike, simple and brutal, contained the supreme will of three thousand iron-blooded soldiers!
Wherever the axe passed, the space itself seemed to be torn apart by this will.

The grotesque, writhing mass of flesh seemed to have encountered its natural enemy; the countless wailing, ghostly faces on it froze instantly, transforming into extreme terror.

"Hmph, a mere grain of rice dares to compete with the bright moon?" Xiao Beichen's expression remained unchanged, but his thoughts stirred slightly.

Humanity's Dragon Aura - Slaying Evil!

The golden dragon energy attached to the wound did not explode violently, but instead, like a living thing, instantly transformed into a fine golden net, spreading along the internal structure of the flesh nest.

Wherever the golden net passed, the filthy black energy emitted a mournful "sizzling" sound as it was forcibly stripped, purified, and dissolved from flesh and blood!
"Do not--"

With a desperate roar, the flesh nest, now devoid of evil energy, collapsed like a punctured air sac, violently contracting and disintegrating. A figure was thrown out and slammed heavily to the ground!

"puff!"

It was that Blood Butcher!
He had now regained his human form, but his golden core was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, his spiritual light was dim, and he had lost more than one-tenth of his cultivation.

He lay on the ground like a dead dog, spitting out mouthfuls of black blood, his eyes filled with nothing but endless fear and regret.

He regretted it, regretted why he had provoked this monstrous Meng Xihong.

He regretted it even more, regretting why he had underestimated the dynasty that had been passed down for thousands of years on this land, a dynasty that seemed to be decaying!
The night wind howled, carrying with it a heavy stench of blood.

The area at the foot of Black Wind Mountain has been transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

The shouts of battle, screams, and the clash of weapons gradually subsided.

When the last remaining evil cultivator who was putting up a stubborn resistance had his neck snapped by a disciple of the Body Refining Hall, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The disciples of the Tianyan Sect were all covered in blood and panting heavily.

Many of them were experiencing such a brutal battle for the first time, but at this moment, there was no fear in their eyes, only an excitement and fervor after utterly crushing the enemy.

They looked at the corpses of the evil cultivators lying in pools of blood, then at the towering, blood-red phantom of the war god in the sky.
And the Zhenbei King, riding on the black jade unicorn, with his abyssal and majestic presence, gained a completely new and deeper understanding of the word "power".

So this is the real power!
It wasn't the ethereal, aloof immortal technique of cultivators, but rather the might of a military formation—a blend of iron and blood, will and power—capable of crushing even Golden Core experts into dead dogs!
"Clean up the battlefield, collect the remains of our comrades, and take stock of the battle losses."

Meng Xihong's voice broke the silence.

He was still leaning against Ji Beichuan, his face "pale" and his breath "weak", as if he would faint at any moment, but his eyes were unusually bright.

Upon hearing this, the disciples immediately sprang into action, their movements practiced yet numb.

Xiao Beichen's gaze slowly swept across the battlefield. When he saw several Body Refinement Hall disciples skillfully pulling out dark blue stone bricks from their waists and smashing the head of a not-yet-dead evil cultivator to pieces, he realized...
Then, as he wiped the brick clean with satisfaction and tucked it back into his belt, the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.

He slowly descended from the back of the Qilin and walked step by step to Meng Xihong.

"Sect Leader Meng, may I ask a question?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Xihong struggled to bow, saying, "Please speak, Your Highness."

Xiao Beichen raised his hand in a gesture of support, nodded his chin toward the disciples who were "finishing off" the attack, and asked with a strange expression: "Those bluestone bricks... are they your sect's standard magical artifacts, or some kind of... secret offensive technique?"

Meng Xihong followed his gaze, and his eye twitched violently. His "weak" expression froze for a moment, then he coughed lightly twice.

He then explained in a serious tone, “Your Highness is too kind. This thing… cough, this thing was created by Senior Yun Songzi. It takes the essence of being sturdy, durable, and readily available, and adds runes to it. It is called the ‘Foundation Stone of the Dao,’ which means that the great Dao is simple.”

"This junior has little knowledge of weapon crafting, and my understanding of this matter is only superficial. Perhaps you find this item to possess a certain... understated elegance."

Meng Xihong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he had reacted quickly enough.

"Yes, that's right, it's definitely not my fault."

"How could I, a proper sect leader, teach my disciples to use bricks?"

"Really, it must have been Senior Yun Songzi who secretly taught them."

Xiao Beichen gave him a deep look, then looked up at the sky, and finally decided not to ask any more questions.

A powerful Golden Core cultivator, with nothing better to do, teaches his disciples to hit people with bricks... This Tianyan Sect, from top to bottom, exudes an evil aura.

"Alright, stop pretending to be weak in front of me." Xiao Beichen waved his hand. He could naturally see that although Meng Xihong's injuries were serious, they were far from fatal.

"Your 'luring the enemy into a trap' tactic almost fooled even me. Tell me, how do you intend to deal with him?" Xiao Beichen kicked the Blood Slaughter Envoy at his feet.

"It has to be alive," Meng Xihong said succinctly.

The value of a living Golden Core stage Black Sun Messenger is far greater than that of a corpse.

He needs to pry more secrets about the "World Destroyer Sect" out of this guy.

"as you wish."

Xiao Beichen nodded, flicked his finger, and a restriction containing the dragon energy of humanity instantly entered the Blood Slaughter Envoy's body, completely sealing his remaining cultivation and soul.

After doing all this, he slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as he swept over all the Tianyan Sect disciples present.

"Meng Xihong, your sect is quite interesting."

He looked at the Body Refining Hall disciples who, though exhausted, still stood ramrod straight, their fighting spirit undiminished, and sincerely praised them.

"They have shown me the hope for the future of my Great Li Dynasty."

He did not mention recruitment again, because he knew that after witnessing Meng Yan'an's curse, any recruitment would be an insult to this ally.

He paused, his voice becoming solemn: "The matter of Black Wind Mountain ends here. Now, it's time for the entire Great Li Dynasty to hear its voice."

He slowly took out the "Imperial Edict" written by Emperor Xiao Yan himself from his bosom.

The moment the edict was unfurled, a magnificent, vast, and extremely majestic golden light of national destiny soared into the sky, dyeing the entire Black Wind Mountain Range a golden hue!
"I, the Emperor, uphold the principles of humanity and take charge of the nation's destiny."

With the blessing of the "Heavenly Decree" and the dragon energy of humanity, Xiao Beichen's voice was no longer confined to Black Wind Mountain, but spread throughout the entire Great Li Kingdom like rolling thunder!
"The path of body refinement is the cornerstone of humankind's self-strengthening, a tradition dating back to ancient times. Today, Meng Xihong, the sect leader of the Tianyan Sect, inherits the legacy of his predecessors and has created the 'Furnace Scripture,' which allows all citizens of the Great Li, regardless of whether they are immortals or mortals, to cultivate. This is a great undertaking that benefits the country and its people!"

"The Great Li Body Refining Cultivation Decree is hereby promulgated. This method is protected by the dynasty. Anyone who obstructs its spread or suppresses its cultivation shall be regarded as an enemy of the country and shall be attacked by the whole world!"

"Appreciate this!"

As the last word "this" fell, the golden edict spontaneously combusted without fire, transforming into billions of golden specks of light that merged into the laws of heaven and earth!

At this moment, all cultivators in Qingzhou who were practicing or had just begun to learn the "Furnace Sutra" felt a mysterious change.

They seemed to feel a faint connection between themselves and this world.

When they cultivated, their Qi and blood circulation seemed to be smoother, and the originally obscure and difficult-to-understand key points became clearer.

This is a blessing from the nation's destiny!
It is the dynasty that is endorsing them!

(End of this chapter)