I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Chapter 93 Expanding Territory (Please Subscribe!)

Behind Danxia Peak, the ground is ablaze with fiery heat, with waves of heat rolling in.

The heavy stone door shut out the noise from the outside world, but it couldn't keep out the intense heat inside, which was almost igniting the air.

Inside the forging room, Ou Yeheng was shirtless, his skin flushed red, and his sweat had long since dried.

He half-squatted beside a huge basalt rock.

On the rock, a more imposing figure sat cross-legged.

Chai Wu.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, his energy and blood gathering together, and his skin took on a translucent, glassy texture.

Ou Yeheng made an extremely strange hand seal, and a dazzling flame gathered at his fingertips.

"call..

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Ou Yeheng was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on Chai Wu's broad back.

"I'm sorry... Senior Brother."

He silently recited the mantra in his heart, his fingertips trembling as he fell.

The moment the fingertips touched the back, a crisp metallic clang rang out!

The firelight was like a pen, and the force was like a hammer.

Ou Yeheng wasn't getting a tattoo; instead, he was using forging techniques to try and "forge" a rune into this body!

With a single stroke, sparks flew.

Chai Wu remained completely still, not even frowning.

On the contrary, Ou Yeheng, who was casting the spell, turned pale, and a pitiful amount of spiritual energy poured out from his dantian.

This is a method from the "Method of Seeing One's Nature Through Observation of Patterns," which uses the body as a vessel to inscribe Dao patterns.

It was a method only a madman would dare to think of, but it just so happened that a fool dared to try it and a reckless man dared to take it on.

A horizontal stroke with a left-falling stroke, a vertical stroke with a hook...

Ou Yeheng's fingertips felt like they were dragging a massive dam weighing ten thousand pounds; every inch of movement required all his strength.

The character "武" (wu) has just finished writing its first horizontal stroke.

"puff."

The fire went out abruptly.

Ou Yeheng's body went limp, he staggered backward and fell to the ground with a thud, panting heavily, his vision blurring.

I'm exhausted.

Chai Wu opened his eyes, and a faint golden pattern that had just formed on his back quickly disappeared under his skin, leaving behind a sharp aura that had not yet dissipated.

He turned his head and looked at Ou Yeheng, who was slumped on the ground.

"It's not working again?"

Chai Wu asked, and casually pulled over a large cloth robe from the side and put it on.

Ou Yeheng gave a bitter smile, struggled to his feet, and bowed to Chai Wu: "I'm sorry, Master... Supreme Elder, my cultivation is shallow. Even with the power of the earth fire, I cannot leave a complete Dao mark on your body."

The address "Supreme Elder" sounded unusually distant, yet it conveyed a strange sense of tacit understanding.

Chai Wu scratched his head and waved his hand, saying, "There are no outsiders here, and we are both disciples of the Holy Furnace. Why be so formal?"

Ou Yeheng said earnestly, "Propriety must not be disregarded."

"You are at the Foundation Establishment stage, and I am at the Qi Refining stage. If people hear me being disrespectful to you after we leave this sect, wouldn't it make Guanhua Sect seem disrespectful?"

Chai Wu chuckled to himself.

He hates roundabout ways the most, but there's nothing he can do about this stubborn blockhead.

"Whatever you want."

Chai Wu felt a slight warmth on his back, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "However, your method of 'transforming one's body into a weapon' is indeed quite skillful."

"Although I only drew one stroke, I feel that the flow of blood and flesh in this area is indeed three times smoother, like... there is a small vortex of blood clotting."

"That's natural! The human body is the universe itself; with array patterns connecting acupoints, the physical body is the strongest magical weapon!"

"It's just a pity..."

'

Ou Yeheng's eyes dimmed again: "It's been two years. Since the Grand Ceremony, my cultivation has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, but in front of you, I'm still as fragile as paper."

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"It's alright."

Chai Wu stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and cracked all over his body: "Qinglu Mountain has been peaceful for the past two years. I'm almost rusty. I have plenty of time for you to mess around. You can practice all you want. When you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, you'll probably be able to carve the whole set for me."

As they were talking.

"Sizzle".

A faint hum of electricity.

The thick stone walls were as if they were not there.

A small dragon, no bigger than the palm of a hand and covered in purple scales, passed through the stone wall and swam into the fiery space.

It seemed unafraid of the high temperatures around it, and instead leisurely flicked its tail, letting out a tender and clear dragon roar.

Ou Yeheng's eyes widened.

He knew that scent all too well.

Back then, this thing was just a lifeless sword pellet, but it was in his hands that it was brought to life.

"Zhenlin?!"

'

Ou Yeheng subconsciously reached out his hand.

The little thunder spirit rubbed against his fingertips in an extremely human-like way, bringing a tingling electric current, and hovered in the air, signaling to Chong Chaiwu.

Chai Wu's expression hardened.

Blade & Soul message.

"Junior Brother Xu has emerged from seclusion?"

"Unless it's something serious, he won't easily use his sword spirit to find me."

Chai Wu glanced at Ou Yeheng: "I have to go to the main hall. Today's tattoo... cough, let's stop here for weapon forging."

"Respectfully seeing off the Supreme Elder."

Ou Yeheng didn't ask any further questions and bowed respectfully.

In his eyes, nothing else mattered except for weapon forging.

Chai Wu took a step forward, his body becoming a blur as he disappeared at the end of the passageway.

Guanhua Main Hall.

The main hall was rather empty today, with no attendants or disciples present.

As Chai Wu stepped across the threshold, the atmosphere inside the hall became slightly somber.

A tall, slender figure stood inside the main hall.

Xu Sihang.

Compared to two years ago, his sharpness has become more restrained, and at first glance he looks like an ordinary scholar.

However, where he stood still, there were faint electric sparks surging around him.

Mid-stage of foundation building.

With the blessing of an extraordinary destiny, his cultivation speed was simply monstrous.

Another elderly man in a red robe was leisurely sipping tea.

The official seal on his head was faintly visible, exuding an aura of authority over the entire realm.

A sixth-rank official in the Xuanwei Lingguan rank, Zhu Ming.

"Junior brother, why did you call me so urgently? Has the Imperial Sword Sect attacked?"

Chai Wu strode forward and got straight to the point.

Xu Sixing turned around and shook his head.

He opened his right palm.

A seal character formed from golden light pulsed slowly, radiating an irresistible and grand aura.

【Xinjiang】

Chai Wu felt a heat in his dantian and subconsciously opened his right hand as well.

A flash of golden light appeared.

The character "扩" (expand) appears, echoing the one in Xu Sixing's hand.

"The Sacred Furnace Decree"

"It seems our peaceful days are over."

These past two years.

Guanhuamen has been reaping the benefits from the "Mountain God Festival" and incorporating independent cultivators and refugees.

The Guanlu Peak in the northern region has also been basically completed.

"Hanzhen sent a letter a few days ago, saying that the foundation at Guanlu Peak is now solid, three thousand acres of spiritual fields have been opened, and even the mountain-protecting formation has been set up."

Chai Wu clenched his fist: "Now that things are stable back home, it's really time to move out a bit."

"Otherwise, if I stayed cooped up in this mountain valley all day, my bones would rust."

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Zhu Ming put down his teacup and interjected with a smile, "Both of you are formidable generals of our time. Since Your Excellency has issued the decree, this game of chess is likely to be played on a grand scale."

As they were talking.

A hunched figure emerged from behind.

Hua Yangzi clutched a jade slip that glowed with a pale blue light tightly in his hand, his expression a mixture of worry and excitement.

"Have they all arrived?"

The old Taoist priest looked around and quickly walked to the middle of the group.

"This is a secret message that my junior brother Yang Danhe just sent urgently from Blackwater City. He said that Elder Zhuxuan passed it over discreetly through a special channel."

"The Imperial Sword Sect?"

Xu Sixing raised an eyebrow, reached out and took the jade slip, probing it with his divine sense.

After a while.

"interesting."

"That leader of the Imperial Sword Sect seems to have... fallen into demonic possession."

Chai Wu frowned: "Is the Imperial Sword Sect about to descend into internal strife?"

I don't know if it's chaotic or not.

Zhu Ming's eyes were deep: "But since Zhu Xuan has exposed such family scandals, it shows that he has completely lost faith in the current sect leader, or rather, in the powerful faction led by Yu Zhang."

Xu Sixing put away the jade slip, his eyes flashing: "Although the two Venerables Zhuxuan and Langche did not protect me much when I was in the sect, they did not kick me when I was down either."

"Now it seems that these two... might not be unacceptable to us."

He looked at Chai Wu, lightly tapping the character "拓" on his palm with his fingertip: "Senior brother, isn't this perfect?"

"Since the lord has ordered us to fight outwards, let's split up and carry out our tasks separately."

He walked to the map hanging in the center of the main hall and drew a sharp line on the west side with his finger: "Leave the west, the direction of Yujianmen and Shulufang, to me."

"Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse in the Imperial Sword Sect, but it is not an impenetrable wall inside."

"I plan to build a new market town right under their noses, near the gold mine!"

A cold glint flashed in Xu Sixing's eyes: "Over the years, Shulufang has been exploiting rogue cultivators and small families, and everyone has long been complaining."

"As long as we raise our flag, those petty forces that have had enough will naturally turn to us."

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"This is also a kind of... psychological warfare."

Poaching talent and cutting off their source of income is the most despicable, but also the most effective, tactic.

After hearing this, Chai Wu nodded heavily: "Alright! Then you can use your brain."

"The east belongs to me."

He pointed to a misty area to the east: "Although half of the Cloud Beast's lair was destroyed, the area is rich in spiritual energy and still has several rare Wind and Thunder Apricot trees growing there."

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"We just had a new batch of disciples who have joined our sect to practice thunder magic, and we can't do without resources."

"I'll take my men and completely take over that land, turning it into our villa!"

One in the west and one in the east, with a clear division of labor.

At this moment, Zhu Ming, who had been silent until now, spoke up.

He gazed southwards, his expression somewhat strange: "Since you two both have somewhere to go, I can't just sit idly by."

"I have also received the decree from the Lord."

"South, Blackwater City."

Zhu Ming chuckled, a calculating glint in his eyes: "Situ Mu, who ran faster than a rabbit two years ago, has recently resurfaced near Blackwater City."

"This nobleman from the Liao Dynasty seems to have encountered some trouble."

"The adults said this is a big fish, and we need to 'fish' it properly."

The three exchanged a glance.

it is more than words.

As for home...

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Xu Sixing looked towards the back mountain: "I'll have to trouble Master Juexin and that pig."

"Juexin's cultivation has not declined in the past two years, and his understanding of Buddhism has become increasingly profound. With him around, petty people cannot cause any trouble."

"That pig..."

""

Chai Wu snorted: "This thing is tough and thick-skinned, perfect as a guard beast."

The curtain rises.

Inside the rental house.

Looking at the marching routes radiating outwards on the screen, and the constantly popping up resource mobilization information, Qingyuan exclaimed, "Not bad, you're even answering questions now."

Today's Guanhuamen is no longer the makeshift team that he used to have to teach people how to mine.

but.

Qingyuan's focus did not linger too long on his own army.

Move the mouse, and the view goes over mountains and valleys.

They landed on the north side of the Imperial Sword Gate, at the site of a sect's headquarters.

【Fuyu Gate】.

The sect leader, Master Wanzhong, was also the old man carrying the stone tablet who had come to join in the fun at the Mountain God Festival back then.

at this time.

Inside a secluded pavilion at Fuyu Gate.

Master Wanzhong stood respectfully, like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

Sitting on the stone bench was an old Taoist priest in a white robe with gold patterns and a gloomy face.

Yuzhang, Wen Zhibai.

"What's that old codger doing here in this remote corner instead of staying in his own sect?"

Qingyuan became interested.

Spying is shameful, but it's useful!

He zoomed in without hesitation.

"Since you can't see what's going on inside the Imperial Sword Sect, and you've come out to provide live-streaming material yourself, then don't blame me for being impolite."