From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Late at night, Tianquan County.

In a lush forest, Jiang Yuan shot two wild deer and started to make a fire to roast the meat.

Jiang Yuan threw the Grain Rain coins one by one at his natal flying sword.

After ten of them, the rank will be upgraded to a medium-level magical weapon.

After fifty, it reached the level of superior magical instruments.

After smashing another two hundred pieces, the Yue Man Zun barely became a half-low-grade magic weapon. Under normal circumstances, when a sword cultivator first gave birth to his own flying sword, the grade was mostly in the range of spiritual weapons, and magic weapons were extremely rare. Natural magic weapons were even rarer. It all depended on the cultivator's foundation.

A total of two hundred and sixty Grain Rain Coins. Even though Jiang Yuan had anticipated the exaggerated level of money consumption by sword cultivators, he still raised his eyebrows slightly. And that was not all. There was no great opportunity to break through to a higher level. For example, in the previous golden elixir refining, one had to prepare suitable natural treasures and sword whetstones.

All the sword practitioners in the world are poor.

Jiang Yuan brought the roasted venison to the master's mouth, and after finishing dinner, the two went up the mountain together.

According to the intelligence obtained during the day, Xiaohe Temple is the leader among the immortals in the four counties of the Lu Dynasty.

The old abbot is a Qi training immortal master at the eighth Dragon Gate level. He is less than a hundred years old and still has a glimmer of hope of becoming a golden elixir in this lifetime. He is the immortal ancestor in the eyes of countless young talents.

Xiaohe Temple adheres to the courtyard-style layout and palace-style architecture. The statue enshrined is a celestial monarch in the inheritance lineage of the great leader of the Qingming world. Just as Haoran world is the home of Confucianism, Qingming world takes Taoism as its main inheritance path.

On both sides of the mountain path, there are many stone tablets carefully placed, engraved with the handwriting of calligraphers and the names and hometowns of pilgrims who donated money. When you arrive at the main gate of the Taoist temple, you will see a plaque with the words "Virtue and Words Lead to the Tao" inscribed on it.

Taoist scriptures believe that the Tao in one's body is virtue, and that practicing Tao and cultivating virtue are essentially the same.

Two warriors from the fourth realm stood on the left and right of the main gate. Because they had not moved for many years, green moss had grown on their white armor.

For most ordinary Taoist Qigong practitioners, physical weakness is an objective fact that cannot be ignored. Therefore, starting from six thousand years ago, the Taoist sect in the vast world gave rise to a lineage of Taoist soldiers. Major Taoist temples would often go down the mountain to find some martial arts talents and train them for decades to serve as Taoist soldiers guarding the mountains.

Jiang Yuan made a sword gesture, and a bright moonlight enveloped the two of them. After blending into the moonlight, their figures seemed to disappear.

The moon is full in the cup.

Steal a piece of white from the world, and put the bright moon from all over the world into the wine jar.

In addition to borrowing the power of the moon, supernatural powers can be regarded as "stealing". Anything that is not higher in rank than the flying sword can be stolen. The simplest and most complete way to activate supernatural powers is to let your own flying sword hit the target. The second best way is to borrow cause and effect. The greater the cause and effect, the greater the extent of the "stealing".

The two continued to move forward, and Jiang Yuan probed out of thin air, and immediately caught some of the thoughts and ideas of the two Taoist soldiers.

From the moment Xiaohe Temple sent out its immortal master to attack Wudi City, the outcome of the entire Taoist temple was determined. To put it in a more mysterious way, it was tainted with cause and effect.

Jiang Yuan rummaged through his thoughts and found the map of the Taoist temple. He casually broke it apart and went straight to see the "immortal ancestor".

"Master, can you please talk?" Jiang Yuan asked softly.

"Can you please speak up too?"

Jiang Yuan gave her another push. It seemed that this girl wasn't very smart. No wonder she became sisters with Xie Mi.

Jiang Yuan covered the back of her head, it hurt a little, but not to the point of grimacing. She smiled and said, "Master, I have two natal flying swords."

Jiang Yuan did not comment. He only had thirteen swords mainly because he could not afford more. If it did not fit the big formation, the number would not mean much to him. Pei Min, one of the three best swordsmen in Haoran, had four innate flying swords, but he was about to be robbed of the highest honor in swordsmanship.

"How do you know I only have one now?"

This is the crux of the matter.

"Because I am the master's sword servant. One of my swords is powerful and good at attacking. The other sword servant seems to be born specially for the master, half for defense and half for death." Jiang Yuan said happily. Obviously the latter was more to her liking.

"That's a half-useless flying sword." Jiang Yuan commented.

Jiang Yuan: “…” Please don’t say that.

Half a minute later, the two walked into the Lingbao Hall.

The three layers of mountain and water restrictions along the way, as well as a set of incomplete warning formations were all like nothing.

The magic weapons of the immortals on the mountain require Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul to exert their full strength. The semi-immortal soldiers correspond to the eleventh Jade Pu realm of Qi training. In other words, anything below the Golden Elixir level can be stolen by Yue Manzun.

In the hall, the noble old Taoist in feathered robes suddenly opened his eyes, and an inexplicable shock broke his concentration.

The old Taoist calculated silently with his fingers, but unfortunately, due to the chaos of heaven's secrets obscuring the Emperor Wu City, all signs seemed ordinary.

The Dali Dynasty was originally a vassal state of the Lu family, but it has been very dishonest in recent years. During the day, the Beiyue God lost contact, which must be related to the national teacher Xiu Hu.

As the war is about to begin, Xiaohe Temple, which will be the first to react, will be able to win a lot of favors from the Lu family. Even if the disciples do not appear on the battlefield in the future, no one will care. In the long run, casualties can be greatly reduced.

The most crucial thing is that the Grand Master's lineage is good at divination, which is recognized by the world. I dare not say that I am an erudite scholar, but it should not be difficult to deduce some clues through the fasting rituals.

It was because of the motto "Spring crops after rain" that he made up his mind to send out several direct descendants of the ancestral hall. The motto symbolized that this move by the Taoist temple would bring an opportunity for great prosperity.

At a certain moment, a flying sword as fast as an afterimage, just a few inches away, pierced through the old Taoist's shoulder in an instant, bringing up a cluster of blood, leaving the man with no time to fight back.

Send a message for help, great enemy!
The idea was stolen the moment it was born.

Oh no, I’m invincible!
As soon as the second thought came to his mind, the old Taoist priest's head fell off and his soul was scattered.

At the same time, a white light fell on someone.

Fate, luck, identity, relationships...

Everything was plundered and taken over.

Not far away, Jiang Yuan rubbed her eyes, and the master unexpectedly turned into an old Taoist priest. When the other party removed the mysterious illusion, the impression returned to normal.

"Master, what's going on?"

"I stole his destiny."

Jiang Yuan was flipping through a handful of moonlight in his hand while searching for the legacy of this "immortal ancestor". Once this kind of rule-based magical power is completed, there will be a solid anchor point to break through, which is the Fourteenth Realm of Integration.

A Taoist book on cultivation that can reach the Golden Elixir stage, half of the Purple Night Thunder Method, a top-grade magic whisk, a mid-grade magic robe, and twenty Grain Rain coins worth of immortal coins. Apart from that, everything else can be considered worthless.

"Ancestor, are there thieves breaking into the mountain gate!?"

As the noise was not concealed, two middle-aged Taoists rushed over and were horrified when they saw the corpse and the strange woman on the ground.

The thief still vaguely exuded the lingering Taoist aura of the Longmen Realm. Such a powerful enemy sneaked into the main hall, but was easily killed by the ancestor.

"You ignorant thief, you have ruined my plan. Tell everyone in the temple that you will leave the Lu Dynasty with me soon. Now that I have achieved the golden elixir, the Lu Dynasty may recruit me as a royal servant. The two countries are at war, and we are cultivating the Dao in peace. How can we become pawns?"

A few seconds after the words were spoken, the two middle-aged Taoist priests showed their ecstasy.

Xiaohe Temple once occupied half of the Lu Dynasty. The founder was a genuine golden elixir master, but his descendants were incompetent and could never continue the glory.

"I will obey my ancestor's decree."

"The ancestor's cultivation is unparalleled."

One of the Taoists wanted to cry for joy, but deep down he was already filled with hatred. The ancestor's achievement of the golden elixir and his extended lifespan meant that he no longer had any hope of inheriting the position of the temple master.

(End of this chapter)