Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 260: So Explained, Star Power Transmission

The weather in the sea changes suddenly. It may be sunny one moment, but in the blink of an eye, it may be windy, cloudy, and rough.

"Hurry up and go to the island over there to take shelter from the storm."

Deacon Wang, who was in charge of the escort, was experienced. He glanced around and pointed to a small rocky island that was barely visible a dozen miles to the southeast. He also sternly warned Zeng Wang, who had been behaving himself all the way, "Don't play any tricks, or you will lose your life."

"On the sea, with my lowly cultivation and most of my magic power confined, where can I escape to?"

"You just understand."

As they were speaking, heavy rain came down on us.

The three of them were flying with the wind, but were driven by the violent weather onto a reef four or five feet above the sea.

Having a foothold can reduce the mana loss when fighting against severe storms.

Storms at sea come and go quickly, so it’s not too late to wait a while before leaving.

The middle-aged man looked at Zeng Shanlang, who was standing with his fists three meters away to resist the wind and rain. He had no sense of being a prisoner and nitpicked, "Little guy, your unity defense is too rigid, not flexible enough, and not stable enough. You can't take advantage of the situation to reduce consumption..."

Deacon Wang showed impatience on his face, waved his fist and shouted: "Shut up!"

An early stage Dharma practitioner of the second level building is instructing a late stage physical practitioner of the second level in practicing boxing. It is rare to see such a shameless guy who deserves a beating and does not know the current situation.

The middle-aged man replied: "Shut up!"

The strong wind suddenly deviated from the rocky island and the heavy rain suddenly changed direction.

The wind and rain were thick and dark all around, except for the small island within a hundred feet, where the sea was calm.

Deacon Wang stared with his eyes wide open, keeping his fist raised in a threatening posture, standing still in a state of complete ridiculousness.

Zeng Shanlang didn't find it funny at all. Instead, he felt a surge of fear from his tailbone and his scalp went numb. He knew that he had encountered a top-notch expert who was pretending to be a pig but actually wanted to eat the tiger. He calmly retreated to the edge of the reef island, using his hands to assume a defensive and offensive stance.

Although they know it is useless, the physical cultivators face strong enemies head-on and never give up.

"He was calm and composed, and didn't act rashly or impulsively. Master Xu Yuan taught him well."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly in approval.

Zeng Shanlang looked a little surprised. He stood on the edge of the reef, without lowering his fists, and asked in a deep voice, "Senior, do you know my master?"

Being able to subdue a third-order physical cultivator silently, this ability is at least one major realm ahead of his.

He even suspected that the storm covering an area of ​​dozens of miles in the sea was also caused by the mysterious master in front of him?
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I know you. How could I not know you? We are so familiar with each other. I lived in Bailin Valley for some time. Your name is Zeng Shanlang, right? Even the Xuanji Technique you learned was taught by me. Does Xu Yuanchang know how to cultivate his body?"

As for that insidious and cunning boy Xu, who has a sharp brain and extraordinary luck.

When he spoke, he still felt a little fearful and a little amused.

Over the years, all the losses he suffered were not as many as what he suffered at the hands of Xu Xiaozi, but he still couldn't hate him.

Zeng Shanlang was relieved after hearing this. Although his master did not know how to cultivate his body, he admired his master's knowledge of how to deal with people, especially his open-minded attitude towards cultivation. He was willing to follow him and learn from him for the rest of his life. He bowed and said, "Shanlang greets you, Senior. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

The fact that he could call out his name and knew Bailingu made him believe that the master in front of him was familiar with his master.

The middle-aged man was Zeng Wanglou who lived in seclusion on an overseas island. He spent time refining the ghost aura from the ghostly black umbrella, and also added a lot of rare materials to refine and integrate it into it, making it a valuable treasure that could help him make a living. He originally wanted to disperse his divine power and cultivate his magic power again.

After watching the ever-changing world and the vastness of the sea over the past few years, the hostility that had accumulated in me slowly disappeared.

When he was free, he studied ancient books and seized treasures from Jiang Yan and several other Jiang family monks from the fourth floor. He accidentally discovered a jade slip that recorded the fragments of the great practice of cultivating the gods in heaven and earth, which happened to match his own qualifications.

Compared with the incomplete Shinto skills he practiced, which can only take him to the dead end of the fifth heaven, he will encounter difficulties in ascending to the upper realms.

Even though his new spiritual cultivation technique had some flaws, it could at least cultivate him to the seventh level, which immediately cleared away his confusion and made him suddenly enlightened.

In order to survive, one had no choice but to turn to spiritual cultivation. Who would be willing to give up the strength that one had worked so hard to gain?
Zeng Wanglou asked, "In the past three years, the patrol monks sent by Xiyuan have gone out to sea many times to capture monks scattered overseas, causing chaos. Is there something serious going on?"

Zeng Shanlang hesitated for a while, glanced at Deacon Wang who was standing still. With the unpredictable means of the other party, there were many ways to find out the news that was not secret, even soul searching, and whispered: "The door to the dark world is about to open."

Zeng Wanglou understood that the door to the dark world had opened and a catastrophe was about to come.

In times of chaos, the mountain gates and dynasty forces on various continents are empty, making it very easy for escaped independent cultivators to return in groups to take advantage of the situation and tie down the forces resisting the Black Spirit.

To resist foreign aggression, one must first stabilize the internal situation. This rule that has been passed down for a long time is also a bloody lesson.

He usually lives in seclusion on a remote, uninhabited island, without any news or concern for worldly affairs, let alone the patrolling monks from Xiyuan wearing uniform uniforms. Even the little guys from the three-story building are unaware of his presence.

But they would come and make trouble every now and then, capturing foreign monks like tying up grasshoppers, which aroused his curiosity.

This time he happened to discover that Zeng Shanlang, who had a blood relationship with him, was also there.

He showed up to test the little guy and asked him some questions.

After some calculations, he said, "This time the Dark Realm Gate opened at least 150 years earlier." He then asked, "When did the mirage warning of the afterimage in the desert of Shibaozhai occur?"

As he had once been a high-ranking official in the Dajing Dynasty, he naturally knew many unknown secrets.

Zeng Shanlang said honestly: "Six years and eight months have passed."

"There are still more than three years left, no wonder we have to hurry."

Zeng Wanglou looked at the little fellow who was still on guard and said with a smile, "You just started practicing Xuanji when you were just starting out on the bitter path. In less than eight years, you have reached your current level of cultivation and have become strong. It shows that you have put in a lot of hard work. Well, your spirit is solid and your spirituality is abundant. Compared to the common problem of physical cultivation, which is that the spirit is a little inferior, you are ahead. Have you eaten any natural treasures to replenish your spirit?"

Zeng Shanlang became more respectful. The mysterious master knew his past very well, and his relationship with his master was definitely special. He replied, "A few days ago, my master asked me to retreat and swallow and refine a treasure called the Thousand Souls Pearl."

“Thousand Soul Pearls… He is really willing to give them up!”

Zeng Wanglou's tone hesitated for a moment, with a complicated look on his face. Even if he had Thousand Soul Pearls, he might not be willing to give it to Zeng Shanlang, who was a second-level physical cultivator, as it would be too wasteful. However, the little guy gained huge benefits, and it would not be difficult for him to advance to the third level.

He told him to keep the matter to himself and not to discuss it with anyone else, and then asked, "How will we deal with the overseas cultivators who have been captured?"

Zeng Shanlang didn't know much. This was his first time going out to sea on a mission. He said, "It is said that after the Dark Realm Gate is opened, all the undisciplined cultivators and criminal cultivators from various dynasties will be sent to the Dark Realm to mine. They will not be used to charge into battle."

"Come on, show your full strength and let me see how well you have practiced the Xuanji Jue."

Zeng Wanglou didn't ask any more questions and waved.

Now that he has met her by chance, of course he has to "take charge" and train her well.

Zeng Shanlang bowed his hands, then stepped forward and rushed forward fiercely like a big bird. His fists were like hammers, the wind was strong and fierce, and the fighting spirit was high in his body. He regarded every sparring as a whetstone to improve his strength, and gave it his all.

There was a storm outside the island.

The fist shadows above the island are as big as a mountain.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Zeng Shanlang was beaten to pieces, staggering, and unable to continue. The master who was sparring with him was too ruthless.

Each blow hit the key bones, causing excruciating pain, distorted face, and increased blood circulation.

"Not bad, you have good resilience in taking a beating, and your understanding of the fighting spirit is quite interesting. Remember the key tricks I taught you, 'Spin is the operation of yin and yang, one increases while the other decreases, and they change with each other', 'Extreme, the two poles produce and restrain each other, extreme movement and extreme stillness, ready to explode at any moment'."

Zeng Wanglou was very pleased that there was someone to succeed him, and he raised his hand and walked into the wind and rain.

Zeng Shanlang bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. How should I explain this matter to Xiyuan?"

"It's too easy to explain."

The figure that had already walked into the violent storm waved his sleeves gently.

"Boom!" Zeng Shanlang and Deacon Wang, who was standing still, were hit hard. They both screamed and fell dozens of feet away. They fell into the sea with their hands and feet dancing, and each of them spat out blood.

However, what Zeng Shanlang sprayed out was the blood clots in his body.

Zeng Wanglou waved to the sky, and a black umbrella fell from the rolling dark clouds. He took a step forward and disappeared without a trace over the sea.

After the gate to the dark world opens, he will definitely go there to hone his skills, but he will not choose the most dangerous thirty years ahead.

"Deacon Wang, how are you?"

"He's not dead yet. Quick, send a message to Deacon Gu to warn him. Zeng Wang, who we are escorting, is a master of the fourth floor. Report it immediately."

Deacon Wang could not remember what had happened before and thought he had been ambushed and it only lasted a moment.

He felt severe pain all over his body and barely floated to the surface of the sea, shouting to Zeng Shanlang who was also seriously injured.

The wind and rain soon subsided and the dark clouds dispersed.

In the sunshine, the reefs are clean.

……

It was already the morning of the second day of the first lunar month when Xu Yuanchang received the message from his apprentice.

“Zeng Wang…Zeng Wanglou, it’s really fate that we can meet each other in the vast ocean. He can easily control the storm within a radius of more than ten miles. His cultivation is becoming more and more unfathomable.”

Xu Yuanchang immediately sent a message to his disciple, instructing him to follow the advice of his predecessors and strengthen his practice. He did not reveal the name of the elder Zeng, and if there was a chance in the future, Zeng Wanglou would be able to solve the mystery himself.

Xu Shengtian rushed in and said, "Uncle San, Junior Sister Yunzhu's father came to pay New Year's greetings with a gift."

Xu Yuanchang had already seen the guest arrive at the door, so he walked out and exchanged a few words with Gu Xinghe, who was over 40 years old and looked old due to overwork. He then invited the awkward guest into the yard and seated him in the main hall.

Gu Xinghe looked at the Taoist priest who looked the same as before, without any trace of time, and secretly envied that being an immortal was better.

My daughter joined Bailin Valley to practice and did not return home for the New Year.

He was worried about her, so he came to visit her before the New Year.

Xu Yuanchang took the initiative to suggest taking Gu Xinghe to visit the tree house where Gu Yunzhu was in seclusion. He explained that Gu Yunzhu had some realizations and it was a critical time in his cultivation, so he would need a few more days before he could go out.

After sending off Gu Xinghe, who was relieved even though he didn't see him, Xu Yuanchang asked about his nephew's progress in cultivation, and told him that he didn't need to stay idle in Bailin Valley all day, but could go to Pingqian Mountain more often to ask the mountain god Mo for advice on the way of spiritual cultivation.

Warn my absent-minded nephew to focus on his practice and stop daydreaming.

Xu Shengtian promised "OK" but turned around and continued to do as he pleased.

He had never experienced the arduous journey of cultivation, the hardships at every step, and the confusion of not getting what he wanted. He had never witnessed the cruelty of the world of cultivation, and did not know the tragedy of life and death.

In the current Da Ning Dynasty, there are not many monks walking around outside.

The most peaceful years before the chaos.

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, Gu Yunzhu came out of seclusion. She seemed to have experienced a long magical dream. She was in a world of brilliant stars. She saw the changes in the world and countless killing scenes vividly. However, when she woke up, only the brilliant stars were left in her memory, and she could not recall anything else.

There is a blue dot on the forehead like starlight.

The light in the room disappeared and the mysterious fluctuations vanished.

"Just by chance," Xu Shengtian, who was passing by the tree house, shouted happily, "Junior sister, you are out of retreat."

Gu Yunzhu noticed something strange on her forehead and reached out to wipe away the starlight. She became more clear-headed than ever before. She already understood what to do in the future. She put away the bamboo hairpin in her hand like a treasure, stood up and opened the door of the tree house.

Walking into the gentle spring sunshine, eyes like stars, he greeted his senior brother with a faint smile and asked, "How many days will I be in seclusion this time?"

Xu Shengtian looked at his junior sister who was emitting a different aura, and said with a smile: "Today is the twelfth day of the first lunar month. Congratulations to my junior sister on her great progress in cultivation."

He couldn't tell how far Gu Yunzhu had come in his cultivation.

He still had no idea what level he had reached in his cultivation.

In his spare time, he looked through all the books in Bailin Valley, but could not find any examples similar to his own situation. The mountain god Pingqian had taught him many things, but he spoke in a mysterious and confusing way, unwilling to tell him everything and asked him to figure it out on his own.

Gu Yunzhu and his senior brother walked into the yard side by side and bowed to Taoist Master Xu.

She sat down and told how she suddenly got an opportunity from the bamboo hairpin and immersed herself in it and went into seclusion for a while.

Thank the Taoist priest for his advice, otherwise she would not know when she would wake up. The ancestral bamboo hairpin was the opportunity for her to practice. It was like looking for a donkey while riding a donkey, and the feeling of being kept in the dark. Thinking about it afterwards, she could only smile bitterly. She was almost played by fate.

Gu Yunzhu did not elaborate on the specific opportunity.

Xu Yuanchang saw that Gu Yunzhu's cultivation had advanced to the level of the second floor. He was not clear about the division of the realms of spiritual cultivation, so he encouraged Gu Yunzhu and told him to go home first. In the future, if neighbors came to ask for help, he should take gold ingots with him to do it, kill evil spirits and catch monsters to accumulate merits, and earn some money to improve his family income and show his filial piety in terms of money.

The period will be one year, and then he will travel with Xu Shengtian to broaden his horizons and accumulate insights into spiritual practice.

Xu Shengtian was overjoyed and kept promising, "I'll take care of some small things," etc. His uncle was still on his side and created opportunities for him to go out and be alone with his uncle.

As they were talking, Liu Xianfeng walked in from outside.

Gu Yunzhu bowed and received a magic bead as a gift.

Liu Xianfeng pulled the little girl, who made her feel close, and talked in private for a long time. After Gu Yunzhu and Xu Shengtian went down, she sent a message to Xu Yuanchang.

"Sir, the ghost general suppressed in the Nine Illusion Palace has made some noise and is clamoring to see you."

She had been patrolling the South Valley earlier and noticed slight noises coming from underground. She went to the cave to check the Nine Illusions Cauldron and rearranged the formation to isolate herself from the noises made by the ghost generals.

Xu Yuanchang showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "In a few years, the mountain ghost will figure out some uses of the Nine Palace Soul Locking Chain. OK, I just need to meet Wei Yu, let's meet in the evening."

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(End of this chapter)