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

At an infinite height.

Looking down at the chaotic scene, Jiang Tu was deeply shocked.

Five years flew by. On a snowy night, the phrase "The wrath of the serfs will spill blood five steps away!" was loud, powerful, and resounding, containing the blood and fire that had been pent up in the hearts of the slaves, leaving him unable to calm down for a long time.

In fact, his initial assessment of Li Shitou was that he was an ambitious man who was unwilling to be ordinary and secretly gathered forces to seize power while Luo Jin was in seclusion.

But as he watched along the way, Li Shitou's forbearance and loyalty deeply moved him.

This man clearly had the ability to overturn the table, yet he never did. When his confidants came to rescue him while he was in solitary confinement, he refused. When Luo Dazhuang insulted him to his face, he remained silent. He could have taken his confidants and trusted men to start their own business, but he chose to wait for Luo Jin to come out of seclusion.

When he finally stepped forward, he said, "We must protect the place where the sect leader is in seclusion."

This is not an ambitious man, but a loyal person with clear judgment who never intends to betray, another leader no less than Luo Jin.

There are truly hidden talents among the slaves!

Looking at Luo Dazhuang, did he do anything wrong?

He did nothing wrong.

He was simply incompetent, had a narrow vision, and was blindly loyal to Luo Jin. Such a person is a double-edged sword in any organization. He is loyal and reliable, but blind loyalty is often more troublesome than betrayal. He seems to be unable to make sense at crucial moments, which is hateful.

Of course, Jiang Tu was most concerned about Luo Jin.

This seclusion lasted a full five years without any results, clearly not the kind of smooth progression that comes with advancing to the eighth rank. This might indicate that there is some fundamental difference between the seventh rank and the previous two ranks... The ninth rank is the entry level, the eighth rank is the initial mastery of techniques, and the seventh rank may involve touching upon higher levels of transcendence, which is why it is so difficult.

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Will Luo Jin be able to emerge from seclusion at the most crucial moment?

Jiang Tu is waiting to see.

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[Year 32]

Rui Tu, Xin Ping Cheng.

In the dead of winter, the north wind howls like a knife.

A hasty uprising suddenly broke out in the dark of night.

Li Shitou, accompanied by 190-rank "farmers" and two 8-rank "field stewards," set off from the headquarters of the Old Farmer's Hall.

Instead of charging in directly, he quickly transformed a hidden underground stronghold in the city, spreading rumors that it was the real headquarters of the Old Farmer's Hall.

As expected, the spies of the Buddhist and Taoist cultivators arrived on the scene, only to be caught red-handed by the men Li Shitou had arranged in advance.

Then, he chopped down the beams and pillars with a single stroke, set fire to the stronghold, and flames soared into the sky.

boom!!

"The head of the Old Farmer's Hall is here—!"

In the firelight, he let out a furious shout.

"The world has enslaved and subjugated us! But today, we serfs have rebelled—! Remember this well, my name is Li Shitou, and I'm the head of the Old Farmer's Hall you've been searching for! You want to kill us? Then let's see who emerges victorious!"

More than a hundred people behind them responded at the same time, shouting loudly, and they charged out in perfect coordination!

"Master! Good riddance!"

"Damn it! We should have rebelled a long time ago!!"

"Kill! With our leader leading us, we'll turn Xinping City upside down today!!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

As the "farmers" stormed into the wealthy households, the slaves, farmers, and herbalists who had been oppressed for many years, seeing the raging fire and hearing the shouts, surged out from the streets and alleys like dry wood meeting a raging flame.

They carried hoes and shovels, some even without anything, rushing out of their homes empty-handed to join the rapidly growing crowd.

"The wrath of the serfs—blood will splatter every five steps!"

The slogans echoed through the night sky.

The wealthy families were caught off guard. Buddhist and Taoist temples quickly gathered their forces, but the Buddhist disciples and Taoist followers were no longer facing docile slaves and obedient farmers. Instead, they faced thousands upon thousands of bloodshot eyes, and everyone was in a frenzy of killing!

set fire.

kill.

Smash the door.

Looting.

The long-suppressed resentment finally exploded. Fighting and killing broke out everywhere in the alleys, under the courtyard walls, and in front of the Buddhist temple. Some people were chopped down, some were trampled to death, and the ground was covered with mud and blood. It was impossible to tell whether the corpses were innocent or from wealthy and powerful families.

Li Shitou wanted to control the situation, but it was already in complete chaos. He watched helplessly as the resistance quickly turned into a massacre, and as innocent people were also caught up in the chaos.

This is a war!

He lit the fire, but couldn't control it.

But there's no time to worry about that now; all we can do is add fuel to the fire!

I don't know how long it's been.

In a daze, he looked around.

The number of people who have joined them at the grassroots level has exceeded ten thousand. This force is enough to overthrow a city in this auspicious land during the Dharma-ending Age. Perhaps they can take advantage of the situation to overthrow the rule of Buddhism and Taoism and allow the agricultural Taoism to take root in Xinping City.

With this thought in mind, he gritted his teeth.

"Quickly! Follow me and charge towards the Buddhist hall—!"

The crowd surged like a tidal wave towards the largest Buddhist temple in the city.

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The headquarters of Lao Nong Tang is located near Luo Jin's seclusion place.

As soon as Luo Dazhuang broke free from the ropes, his confidants around him went wild.

"Li Shitou has indeed rebelled!"

"I knew he was no good! He took advantage of the sect leader's seclusion to network and win over farmers and merchants; now he's finally showing his true colors!"

"This is treason! Once we get out, we must kill him!"

"Should we inform the sect leader? He's right next door... But would it cause trouble to disturb him while he's in seclusion?"

Luo Dazhuang suddenly stood up and, without saying a word, swung his arm and slapped each of his trusted confidants who had spoken.

Snapped!

"You bastards!" he cursed, "Are you all fucking idiots?!"

The confidants covered their faces, completely dumbfounded.

"Big, big strong brother..."

"If Li Shitou really wanted to rebel, why would he bother locking us up here to guard the hall master? Wouldn't it have been simpler to just kill us all? Why bother with all this beating around the bush?"

At this moment, Luo Dazhuang was covered in cold sweat. Only now did he belatedly realize that Li Shitou's statement that someone outside was about to take action was probably true.

"Damn it..." Luo Dazhuang cursed, then turned and left.

"Big Zhuang, where are you going?"

"You lot, continue to guard headquarters and the hall master. Unless the hall master breaks through his cultivation, no one is allowed to disturb him! Anyone who dares to approach will be killed on sight!" He paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "I'm going to find Li Shitou—!"

"What?"

"If he dies, and it's because I'm stupid—" Luo Dazhuang gritted his teeth, "I'd be too ashamed to face the Hall Master even in death! He can die, but he must die after me!!"

The next moment, he stomped his feet, used earth magic to disappear into the ground, and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Swish!

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Swish!

Rumble—!

Outside the Buddhist hall, flames soared into the sky.

A large hole was smashed in the blue brick wall of the grand courtyard, and thick black smoke billowed out, turning half of the night sky dark red. Broken walls and ruins were everywhere, and half of the fallen Buddha statue was covered in flames.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, some belonging to farmers, others to Buddhist followers.

Blood flowed like a river, with wisps of white steam rising from it.

At first, those Buddhist disciples were indeed fierce and brave. Although they had no cultivation or supernatural powers in the Dharma-ending Age, they had practiced martial arts for many years and had solid muscles and bones. Ordinary farmers could not get close to them even if they were three or five people. One Buddhist disciple with a staff could guard half of the corridor and forcefully repel more than a dozen people. Li Shitou's side soon suffered a lot of casualties.

There were too many people.

One group fell, and another surged forward, each one filled with courage and bloodlust, their eyes red with fearlessness in the face of death.

There was a constant stream of people joining in; it was a complete human wave tactic!

Some grabbed the Buddha's legs, some pounced on him from behind, and some even bit him. For the first time, these farmers in the fields discovered that they could kill people, and that they were much more ruthless than they had imagined!

Finally, the disciples in the Buddhist hall began to collapse one after another. Some threw down their sticks and ran to the inner courtyard, some climbed over the wall to escape, and some knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

puff!

Li Shitou slashed a Buddhist disciple and strode across the front yard, about to charge into the back courtyard.

suddenly--

A beam of golden light shot into the sky from the depths of the Buddhist hall!

In the air, a giant swastika symbol slowly rotated, rising into the sky like a golden sun in the dark night, and then cascading down.

Immediately afterwards, magnificent Buddhist chants and hymns came from the void, each word heavy as a mountain, grand and awe-inspiring.

"Om Mani Padme Hum"

The dozen or so farmers in the front row bled from all seven orifices on the spot, their eardrums ruptured, and they screamed as they covered their heads and fell to the ground. Some people's heads suddenly exploded, blood and flesh splattered, and their headless bodies were still convulsing violently.

The Buddhist chant pierced through my eardrums and went straight into my brain, as if a fire poker was stirring inside, causing extreme pain!

Li Shitou's pupils suddenly contracted.

impossible!

The path to immortality has been severed. There shouldn't be any cultivators in the world capable of unleashing such terrifying Buddhist teachings! Those great Buddhist masters of the old era have long since vanished, leaving at most some strong and muscular martial monks as bodyguards. How could such powerful Buddhist chanting still exist?

"Cover your ears! Retreat!! Retreat now!!"

He roared, but the Buddhist chanting was all-pervasive, and covering his ears was of no use.

The "farmers" around him were powerless to resist and fell to the ground one after another. Their bodies exploded in the golden light, and their blood and flesh seeped into the earth, staining the long stone steps and corridor in front of the Buddhist hall red.

Li Shitou himself was bleeding from all seven orifices, his skin was torn inch by inch, and his clothes were blown apart. He was still shouting, still giving orders, and still trying to pull people back, but his body began to sway and his steps became unsteady.

Am I going to die?

He just died like that?

"I'm sorry, Master..." His vision blurred, and his consciousness began to fade.

suddenly--

Suddenly, the soil beneath his feet shifted, and a hand emerged from the ground, precisely gripping his ankle.

Swish!

A powerful force pulled him down, and the soil quickly separated and then closed again.

At that moment, in his dazed state, Li Shitou saw Luo Dazhuang's flushed face, the man covered in sweat with a fierce look in his eyes. "Damn it, there's actually such a ruthless character hiding in the Buddhist hall—! I told you long ago to play it safe, but you wouldn't listen!!"

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The headquarters of Laonongtang, a place of seclusion.

Luo Jin has been sitting here for five years, and the invisible seventh-rank gate has remained completely unmoved.

He calmed himself down, remained patient and composed, and continued to work on his breakthroughs day after day.

But just now, a strong palpitation surged up without warning.

In the darkness before my eyes, scenes inexplicably began to appear: a farmer fell to the ground, his head exploded, his flesh and blood mingling with the earth… then a second, a third, a fourth…

The deaths were varied and extremely tragic. He recognized those faces; many were his old farmer cousins ​​who had followed him for many years.

With each image that appeared, his aura surged dramatically.

The continuous deaths seemed to be the earth forcibly re-injecting the cultivation of these dead people back into him, his aura rough, scalding, surging, and even carrying a sense of unwillingness before death!

Luo Jin was greatly shocked.

Something's happened!?

Something happened at Lao Nong Tang!

But he couldn't stop... The aura was still pouring in, pushing him toward the seventh rank. He could only forcefully steady his mind and use this irreversible torrent to launch a final assault on the seventh rank.

boom--

The next moment, like a resounding bell, the shackles shattered inch by inch! The door swung open!

A burst of brilliant green light engulfed him completely. All the agricultural spirit accumulated in the fields, settled in the soil, and contained in every good crop, surged forth and merged into his body. The earth was giving him its most intense power in return!

His senses suddenly expanded, as if he had become one with the earth!

Underground water veins, frozen soil cracks, and grass roots stretching out are clearly visible... and the flesh and blood of the dead are still seeping into the earth, taking root and sprouting underground.

Swish!

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly brimming with the vibrant energy of the farm.

——Seventh Rank, “Compendium of Materia Medica”.

He broke through!