Immortal Mystery Sequence: I Establish a Divine Duty for Heaven and Earth

Outside the Jiang family courtyard.

The night was as dark as ink. Jiang Tu stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching the group of figures disappear at the end of the village road... The footsteps faded into the distance, grew lighter, and were finally swallowed up by the night wind.

Jiang Tu finally exhaled a breath of stale air, his back covered in a layer of cold sweat.

The child's sudden advancement startled him. Fortunately, neither Madam Qin nor Wang Congyun associated the change with him and might not have realized it was an advancement. Madam Qin thought the child had kicked him, and Wang Congyun was completely unaware. His perception of the agricultural path sequence was far less acute than Jiang Tu's.

At that moment, only Jiang Tu knew what had happened.

Eight grades in the womb.

Because of her child's breakthrough, Qin Niangzi also benefited from the agricultural aura emanating from her body, which became noticeably stronger. She herself might not have noticed it, but Jiang Tu could feel it—she was on the verge of reaching the eighth rank!

Is this the effect of the blessings of "continuous life" and "passing on the torch"? The efficiency of rising from the trough is far greater than before!

What Jiang Tu cared about even more was that the sequence feedback mentioned the Great Dao Master's enlightenment and guidance.

The Lord of the Great Dao... As the creator of the sequence, he is indeed the source of the agricultural Dao sequence... As the Lord of the Great Dao, is his influence on other agricultural Dao cultivators greater than he himself thought?

Jiang Tu recalled that he had met many farmers in his daily life and would sometimes casually give them some tips on farming techniques. They did benefit from these tips, but no one had ever awakened their innate wisdom. Only the fetus in his womb reacted so strongly.

This made him overthink.

Could it be that the agricultural path sequence, which seems to disregard aptitude and talent and only emphasize love and reverence for the agricultural path... actually contains a concept of innate talent?

At least that unborn child is absolutely exceptional, born with a ninth-grade rank and born with an eighth-grade rank. What will he be like when he grows up?

Will there be a deeper causal bond or sequence feedback between him and himself in the future?

Jiang Tu silently made a mental note of it.

The fetal cultivator is exceptionally talented and not to be trifled with. If you encounter him in the future, stay as far away as possible. With such an innately sensitive constitution, whatever he says might give the other party a great insight... That's too outrageous!

After Qin Niangzi and the others left, the Jiang family courtyard became quiet again.

Jiang Tu returned to his ordinary life, farming and managing the estate during the day, and sneaking into the underground fields at night to tend to the few high-quality plants. His life was simple but fulfilling... except for one thing that gave him a headache.

Matchmaker!

The matchmakers who used to come to his door every few days to introduce girls to him have suddenly changed their approach!

She used to be a respectable young woman, a beautiful and innocent girl in her prime... But ever since Madam Qin stayed at the manor for three days, these matchmakers have gone mad and started introducing her to pregnant women and charming young widows.

"Tu-ge'er, this is good! Your husband's family just passed away, but they have fields and land, and having a child won't be a problem!"

"Tu-ge'er, look at this one, great figure, handsome face. Even though she's pregnant, she'll be a member of the Jiang family from birth!"

"Tu-ge'er, how can such a big estate like yours manage without a mistress? So what if she's a widow? Widows know how to care for people!"

Jiang Tu was both amused and exasperated.

Is this some kind of setup to make him a sucker?

These days, the world is in a bad state, there are many dangerous professions, there are many widows, and countless women need to be taken in... But this matchmaker's actions are just too outrageous!

You think I have that kind of taste? You think I have the same taste as Prime Minister Cao Cao, who happens to like married women?

He had no choice but to refuse them one by one.

Actually, you can't entirely blame the matchmaker. He and the wealthy Zhou knew about Qin Niangzi's background, but outsiders didn't. A pregnant woman suddenly appeared in the Jiang family's courtyard, stayed for three days, and then left. Anyone would think twice.

"Tu Ge'er is keeping a mistress!"

"That woman's baby is most likely Tu Ge'er's! An illegitimate child?"

"No wonder he's rejected all the girls I've introduced him to over the years, turns out he has a thing for this kind of girl..."

Rumors spread rapidly through the village. Jiang Tu, while having a headache, also realized one thing: the problem with his wife could not be delayed any longer; the sooner the better.

I absolutely must take a long trip next spring and bring back a "fake wife" to silence all the gossip!

The winter of the twenty-eighth year of the Jingtai reign was exceptionally long.

As the snow fell, the banks of the Lingjiang River were frozen solid, and the farmers in Huai Shu Village huddled indoors, with few venturing out.

Even in the dead of winter, news of the strange disaster in Dajiang County quickly spread throughout Jiangzhou.

"Have you heard? Dajiang County is completely finished!"

"Within a territory spanning five hundred li, fertile fields and crops were completely destroyed, nine out of ten houses were empty, and rivers of blood flowed!"

"It's said that tens of thousands died! Not a single one of those farmers who awakened their innate wisdom remained..."

When the news reached Xiaopei County, the farmers were first shocked, then fearful, and finally fell into a long silence.

Those agricultural cultivators who had once made them envious and eager to try their luck were all gone overnight! They finally realized that in this world, living peacefully was a luxury!

Fortunately, the Taoist sect reacted quickly. Less than two days after the outbreak of the strange disaster, the Taoist sect sent most of its Taoist priests down the mountain to provide reinforcements. Seven of the twelve true masters of Lingjiang Temple were dispatched at the same time, flying through the air on their swords, using Taoist magic to kill enemies and wipe out all evil spirits!

During those days, sword light rained down over the Lingjiang River, thunder roared, and lightning could be seen on the horizon even from a hundred miles away.

If the Taoist sect hadn't intervened in time, the calamity might have spread to other counties. The farmers felt both relieved and terrified when they talked about it.

"The Taoist sect is still the most reliable!"

"If it weren't for Master Dao, our Xiaopei County would be in danger!"

"From now on... we'll give the Taoist sect more 'peace money'! It's worth it!"

Jiang Tu listened to what was happening at the village entrance, nodding in agreement, but a chill ran through him.

The Taoist sect reacted quickly?

Reinforcements were only sent two days later.

Two days!

Dajiang County had long since become a dead zone! Whether those Taoist priests went to rescue people, or to clean up the mess and cover up the traces, he had no idea.

The land tainted by the eerie energy, like the usual eerie disasters, became completely wasteland. Not only could crops no longer be grown, but new eerie creatures would also frequently emerge from it, requiring the Taoist sect to clean it up regularly.

Dajiang County was almost completely removed from the Jiangzhou territory, the defense line was shrunken, and the former area was designated as a restricted zone.

Jiang Tu remained silent for a long time, unable to help but think of his old friends in Dajiang County: Zhao Tiezhu, Liu Gen, Sun Xiaoniang... They were just a string of names and a line of cause and effect values ​​in the Golden Strategy, but they were once living people with wives, children, and elderly parents, with hope and expectations for a good harvest.

They're all gone now.

He felt regretful, but life had to go on.

Day after day, before we knew it, the grass was growing and the birds were singing, and all things were reviving.

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The 29th year of the Jingtai reign, Qingming Festival.

A light drizzle fell, and the grass on both banks of the Lingjiang River was lush and green.

Mist shrouded Yunying Mountain, making the stone steps slippery and covered with mottled moss.

Wang Congyun hurried up the steps, covered in dust, wearing a worn-out Taoist robe and a cloth bag hanging from his waist.

He had been trekking back up the mountain with great care, choosing only secluded paths to avoid bumping into anything he shouldn't have. Now that he finally saw the mountain gate, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Regardless of its internal state, this magnificent mountain gate appears peaceful on the surface, standing for a thousand years.

As soon as he entered the temple, several inner disciples surrounded him.

"Congyun! You're still alive!"

"We all thought you died in Dajiang County!"

"Master sent many people down the mountain to look for you, but that place is too chaotic, and they haven't found you after searching for months..."

The fellow disciples chattered amongst themselves, then took out their magical artifacts to examine him thoroughly, only truly putting their minds at ease after confirming that he was free of any evil influences.

Wang Congyun greeted everyone politely, saying, "I was lucky to escape this disaster. I'm sorry to have worried you all."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, he made his way through the long corridor to the back hall.

Dongdaozi remained seated on the futon, dressed in a gray-blue Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face. His breath was accompanied by white vapor that seemed to rise and fall like dragons and snakes.

Wang Congyun knelt and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Master! This disciple is unworthy, and has returned several months late."

Dongdaozi slowly opened his eyes and made a hand seal.

Swish!

Wang Congyun's vision blurred, and he was pulled close.

Dong Daozi carefully examined him, and only after confirming that he was completely unharmed did he reveal a faint smile.

"Good disciple, you are truly blessed! You managed to survive such a terrible disaster. Your teaching has not been in vain."

"Yes, without the guidance of the Daoist sect and without my master's instruction, I would certainly not have escaped this fate... Your disciple thanks you, Master!"

"Through this experience, your cultivation has improved significantly, and you have even changed your spoiled and arrogant manner. You now possess the calm and steady demeanor of someone from our sect. Given time, you will surely become a true master... You have exceeded expectations in this training trip down the mountain. I will choose a day to bestow upon you the Daoist Five Thunder Technique and Sword Control Technique, which are the true teachings of the Daoist sect."

Wang Congyun felt a tightness in his chest, but remained outwardly calm.

He bowed deeply again: "Master, you flatter me! I am an unruly and incompetent disciple, with clumsy talent. Born into humble circumstances, I still need to study and practice diligently! This time descending the mountain, I feel even more foolish. The world is vast, and I am but a frog at the bottom of a well... I am unworthy to receive the Dao a second time! Without ten years of accumulation, I fear that rashly receiving the Dao would not be able to withstand this heaven-shaking fortune..."

After a brief silence, Dong Daozi slowly stroked his beard, his gaze calm: "Amitabha! It's a good thing you have such thoughts. I haven't taught you in vain. In that case, you can hone your skills further. There's no rush to receive the Dao a second time."

Wang Congyun breathed a sigh of relief, but remained respectful, saying, "Thank you for your consideration, Master."

Just as he was about to leave, Dongdaozi suddenly spoke up: "Disciple."

"Disciple is here."

"Have you ever had any doubts in your heart?"

Wang Congyun paused in his steps.

"You sensed the unusual nature of the calamity beforehand, and you weren't the only Taoist in Dajiang County. Why didn't you discover it sooner, anticipate its subtle signs, and avert the county's destruction?"

In that instant, the hairs on Wang Congyun's back stood on end, and cold sweat poured down his back.

He looked up, his expression serious, trying hard to recall.

After a moment, he shook his head and said, "This disciple... truly hadn't considered it!"

"To be honest, Master, I was truly terrified at the time. I panicked and only cared about running for my life! It was the first time in my life that I had encountered so many strange creatures. I was extremely frightened. I am ashamed to say that as a member of the Taoist sect, I did not dare to stand up and fight against the strange creatures. I have really disgraced you, Master!"

"However, now that you mention it, Master, I am also puzzled. Why didn't I receive a reply that day? Why didn't any of my fellow disciples or uncles offer any help?"

Dongdaozi sighed deeply, his face filled with sorrow.

"This is also the fate of Dajiang County! At that time, my office was fully focused on cultivating agricultural cultivators, and we were caught off guard. We only managed to urgently dispatch manpower when the calamity occurred... but it was still too late!"

"In the end, it was Heaven's will that brought this disaster; the lives of the people of Dajiang County are as fragile as paper."

Wang Congyun also sighed, but inwardly he sneered.

This might have fooled Wang Gou Dan when he was a child, but it won't fool him now.

I don't believe you for a second!

Not a single word of it was believed!