Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 307 The opportunity to break through comes
Xu Yuanchang ignored the cries of the residual soul in the silver liquid. He spent some time using the divine light of creation to "pull" out the incarnation that was trapped in the silver liquid. The divine light he currently possessed was not enough to refine the silver liquid in a short period of time.

The remnant soul will suffer some damage, but it will not be fatal.

It's just a scary shout, don't take it too seriously.

"Fellow Daoist, I have a deep friendship with Taoist Master Yanshan. Please show some mercy. I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

The remnant soul begged in a different way. He had been trapped in the silver liquid for thousands of years and was almost drained dry. He could no longer withstand the soul-stirring refining and absorption of the thin divine light of creation.

Xu Yuanchang was in no hurry to expose the lies of the old man with a broken soul. The flaw was too obvious. He really thought that he didn't know the secrets of thousands of years ago. He asked, "What kind of treasure is this silver thing?"

As he thought about it, the divine light of creation flowed like water waves from a silver liquid, temporarily sparing the remaining soul.

The old man thanked him repeatedly, and said in a calm tone: "My name is Guan Xun, and this treasure is called 'Illusionary Glass Mirror'. It is a phantom weapon refined by Empress Yu Cai. It was originally level 7, but now it has dropped to level 5 and has long been ownerless."

Xu Yuanchang had heard of Niangniang Yu Cai, a powerful Shinto weapon refiner who died in a battle with the immortals.

Old Li was unconvinced and had many words of respect and admiration for Empress Yu Cai.

He noticed the pool of silver liquid on the altar of creation. Perhaps due to the stimulation of the divine light, it slowly shrank and turned into a palm-sized silver mirror, thick in the middle and slightly thin at the edges. There was a faint flowing light circling around it, and the surrounding patterns were simple and ancient.

A blurry figure of an old man appeared in the middle of the mirror, bowing.

"Fellow Daoist, I can teach you how to sacrifice the Magic Glass Mirror. Please help me free my remaining soul. I will be grateful for your kindness."

"Escape? Use the divine light of creation to help you?"

Xu Yuanchang did not need anyone to teach him how to refine the Magic Glass Mirror. The method of "seeing the big picture from the small" that Lao Li taught him was a universal method of refining treasures.

He had come into contact with several residual souls of gods, all of whom went back on their words and left a bad impression on him. Of course, he eventually destroyed them all.

Through observation, he discovered that the remnant soul in front of him was also a Shinto monk.

At that time, Shinto and Xiandao were fighting each other fiercely and had long been at loggerheads. An old man named Guan Xun had no deep friendship with Taoist friend Yanshan and yet he still wanted to deceive him.

“I cannot use the divine light of good fortune… My soul is weak and cannot withstand the torture. I would like to trouble you to use a ray of your divine consciousness to lead my remaining soul out of the Magic Glass Mirror. Alas, five fellow Taoists have been trapped in this dark place, and now I am the only one left struggling to hold on. Fortunately, you have come. I buried a batch of materials near the mountain where I live. When I am free, all the treasures will belong to you as a token of my gratitude.”

The old man with a residual soul kept chattering, trying to impress the monks outside with misery and benefits.

He deduced through the domineering divine light of creation that the other party was the disciple of Taoist Master Yanshan. After a long and torturous wait, an opportunity suddenly appeared. He had to find a way to seize it firmly, because the opportunity was not to be missed.

"Do you know Xin Zi?"

"Xin Zi... I've heard of her, but I don't know her."

"Where's Li Dan?"

"I don't know him. I am familiar with Lin Sanren."

"After you escape, will you go to the netherworld to reincarnate, or ascend to the upper realm?"

Xu Yuanchang asked without getting tired of asking.

The old man with the residual soul thought for a while and said, "My residual soul has been seriously damaged. I need to recuperate for some time before I can go to the netherworld. Perhaps I will have a chance to ascend to the upper realm in my next life."

Xu Yuanchang glanced at the incarnation that had led the lightning into the ground without any damage. He hid the three incarnations and distributed them around him. He cast some spells to make some preparations and said, "I will use my spiritual sense to lead you out of trouble. Just be patient."

"Thank you for your kindness, fellow Taoist. May I ask your name?"

"It takes a little effort, but it doesn't matter."

Xu Yuanchang did not tell the other party his name. He carefully probed a ray of his spiritual consciousness into the magic glass mirror.

Tiny ripples appeared on the silver mirror surface, and "puff". The spiritual consciousness broke through the slightly concave mirror surface, like a needle piercing into water, bringing a cool and slightly numb feeling, and a series of bubbles flashed along the spiritual consciousness towards the main body.

The old man's soul trapped in the mirror seized the opportunity and quickly escaped along the spiritual consciousness.

Xu Yuanchang held a foot-long wooden spike in his left hand and swung it across his chest without hesitation, severing the connection with his spiritual consciousness.

He took a step back and watched that piece of spiritual consciousness quickly shrink into the mirror. The subsequent throbbing that made him tremble with fear disappeared, and a ball of black gas escaped through the spiritual consciousness.

"Bind!"

In the air, two-color flames and golden light intertwined like a net, trapping the invisible black air that had just emerged.

The old man screamed. Without a body or treasure to protect his soul, he was like a fresh shrimp that had just shed its shell. He suddenly revealed his true form and struggled in pain, saying, "Fellow Daoist, please spare my life. Why do you have to kill me the first time we meet? I am willing to give you all my hidden treasures."

"late."

Xu Yuanchang shouted coldly.

Three wooden spikes suddenly appeared and pierced into the desperately twisting black soul from different directions.

Xu Yuanchang did not dare to underestimate the residual soul that could survive thousands of years in such a powerful magic glass mirror. It would have been fine if the other party had deceived him with words, but he used his spiritual sense to guide him. However, the other party did not inform him of the danger in advance, but instead tricked him into death.

As soon as his spiritual consciousness penetrated into the magic mirror, he realized that it was forcibly connected. With his fourth-level cultivation, he could not sever it in a short time. He had encountered similar situations before. The other party clearly wanted to drag his entire soul into a desperate situation. It was a well-planned invisible conspiracy.

Then it took over the magpie's nest and occupied his body without any effort.

The other party didn't expect that he had the seventh-level material wooden thorn.

No matter whether it is a tangible or intangible forced connection, the wooden thorns can be cut off and you can escape from danger.

Unless the opponent can surpass the seventh level, which of course the opponent cannot surpass the seventh level, otherwise the former seventh-level phantom soldier will not be able to trap the old man.

"If you have something to say..."

The remnant soul was hurt by the fatal attack and screamed.

Xu Yuanchang gave the other party a chance, but unfortunately, the same old story of ingratitude was repeated. He was used to it.

Perhaps, after being trapped for too long, the dark and violent energy accumulated by the creatures has become too intense?
His subsequent measures were endless. Taking advantage of the opportunity to severely injure the remnant soul, the golden light swept over, wrapping up the old man with the remnant soul and his incarnation and pulling them into the ring space, not letting go of any of them, and killed them slowly behind closed doors.

He was worried that the remnant soul would become desperate and self-destruct to destroy the inside of the magic mirror.

If one wants to obtain a weak yet complete phantom weapon treasure, he has to take a little risk and ask the other party to leave the mirror smoothly, returning a clean treasure to him so that he can use it for future sacrifices.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life..."

The old man's residual soul escaped from the siege of Yin-Yang Fire and golden light, screaming in fear.

However, facing Xu Yuanchang, who was ruthless and determined to wipe out the entire clan, his tragic ending was already doomed, it was just a matter of how long he could hold on.

Xu Yuanchang had already marked out a fifty-foot area to restrict the escaped residual souls, and encouraged the divine light of creation to clear them out again and again like mercury pouring down, and the three incarnations joined forces to search. After about an hour, Xu Yuanchang stopped, and the residual soul of the god named Guan Xun was completely annihilated.

Zhuifeng was able to escape from the ruins. He guessed that it was because Zhuifeng's cultivation was too poor and he was a monster, so he was not favored.

Guan Xun used Zhuifeng as bait to attract more powerful monks.

I just didn't expect that Zhuifeng was a loner who hid most of the time, which wasted time.

Xu Yuanchang did not feel proud of killing a remnant soul that had fallen to the fifth level. There were endless life and death dangers on the road of cultivation, so he had to be alert at all times and could not allow himself to be complacent.

He asked his incarnation to collect all the swords, staffs, knives and other treasures on the ground that had lost their spirituality, as well as some materials, and opened several stone chambers, but they were all empty.

Outside the valley, a black-haired demon pig was basking in the sun comfortably in a fresh mud pit.

I haven't enjoyed the sunshine and the fragrance of grass so much in years.

It is now a pig with status.

You don’t have to walk around stealthily in the human territory.

Zhuifeng, who was lying on his back, suddenly got up with a start and almost subconsciously dived into the ground to escape.

Staring at the several black dots circling in the sky, it did not dare to remain reserved for too long, and quickly spit out the jade identity card, letting it sparkle in the sunlight, and turned it over and over for the human monk who had taken out his magic weapon to watch and examine it.

If it senses the slightest sign of trouble, it can burrow into the ground and escape in advance.

Zeng Shanlang naturally recognized his master's work, so there was no problem with the sign.

Asking the other companions to step back a little, Zeng Shanlang took out his identity jade token and showed it to the demon pig a hundred feet below. He and the demon pig that had been hunted down many times became fellow disciples. What a fate. He asked, "Excuse me, Daoist Zhuifeng, where is our master now?"

The demon pig recognized the brand the other party took out and found that it came from the same source as the brand it had, so it immediately felt relieved.

He put away the jade token and exchanged words with the other party through gestures and grunts to make the other party understand his meaning.

When Zeng Shanlang heard that his master was inside the mountain, he decided to wait a little longer and communicated with the demon pig with great effort. About a quarter of an hour later, he saw a blurry figure appear in the valley, and the next moment it turned into his master.

He quickly landed on the ground and bowed to his master.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and introduced his apprentice: "This is Zhuifeng. You should take better care of it from now on."

He likes people who are lucky and clever, whether they are monks or pigs.

The black-haired demon pig grinned and knelt down to greet the second senior brother of Bailingu. The feeling of being valued made it walk in a light-hearted manner, feeling very happy.

I wonder where it ranks in Bailin Valley?

The group walked out of the valley, and the other monks saluted and retreated to a very far distance so as not to disturb the conversation here.

Xu Yuanchang learned from his apprentice that he had been away from the Dark World for twelve years. Excluding the five years when he and Lao Li entered the bottom of the Boundless Lake, he had been wandering alone for seven years without realizing it. The gate to the Dark World had been opened for twenty-two years, and he did not feel the passage of time at all.

"Have I ever forgotten to contact you?"

"Never."

Zeng Shanlang had already guessed it in his heart, and asked in a voice transmission: "Master, does that senior have any relationship with me?"

Xu Yuanchang guessed that Zeng Wanglou would not go out and show his face unless he broke through to the sixth floor, so he transmitted his voice: "When you see him in the future, you must be polite and respectful. The relationship between you two will be explained to you by him himself."

Zeng Shanlang understood what was going on and said "yes". He then said, "My disciple currently spends most of his time in the dark world, patrolling the territory. This time, I heard about you and was sent here by City Lord Yu. If you need my disciple to run errands for you, just tell me. City Lord Yu said that this is an official assignment and the time is not limited."

Xu Yuanchang smiled and said, "You should still go back to the dark world. I don't need you to follow me and serve me. It's not necessary."

He walked up to the top of a low hill, gazed at the setting sun in the west, and asked, "How is Yunzhu?"

Zeng Shanlang glanced at his master, who was all radiant, and whispered back, "Since Junior Sister went out to look for you seven years ago, she returned to Fucai Ridge and said hello to Senior Brother and Aunt Liu. After she left the Dark Realm, there has been no news since then. Senior Brother has been practicing very hard."

Xu Yuanchang sighed imperceptibly. Because of Lao Li's death, Yunzhu and he became alienated.

The two moves arranged by Taoist Master Yanshan played a huge role, and Gu Yunzhu was able to retire with his success.

He took out a communication talisman, recited a few words silently, and handed it to Zeng Shanlang.

"Go find City Lord Yu and ask her to help arrange for Shengtian to go home in March."

"Yes, I will do it when I get back."

Zeng Shanlang was silent for a moment, then transmitted his voice: "Three months ago, a thousand-member cultivator team from Dingzhou went deep into the Buli Territory. They were ambushed and besieged by many black spirit monsters. Almost the entire army was wiped out, and only one senior from the fifth floor escaped. The loss was extremely heavy."

"A team of a thousand people, which dynasty are they from?"

"It was Jianshan Country. They lost more than a thousand third-floor monks, more than a hundred fourth-floor monks, and six fifth-floor masters. Jianshan Country was seriously injured, with only a team of more than 400 third-floor monks, more than 30 fourth-floor monks, and two fifth-floor monks left. Senior Shu Zhongwangshu, who led the team out, was severely punished after he escaped back."

Zeng Shanlang sighed deeply. Fighting on the battlefield is different from fighting alone. One wrong move can lead to a complete loss. It was very tragic and almost cost the country its entire fortune.

Xu Yuanchang's eyes showed a cold look: "One incompetent general can cause the whole army to fail. Shu Zhongwang deserves to be killed!"

One can imagine the old sword master's rage. Even though Dingzhou won the previous battle and gained a huge advantage in the early stages, more than 20 years have passed and the black spirit forces in Buliyu have recovered to some extent. Moreover, it would not be difficult to join forces with several other black spirit forces.

This time, it was like a bloody lesson, a painful wake-up call to the various forces in Dingzhou who had made a fortune.

The Dark World War is far from over, so it’s not time to sit back and relax.

We must always be prepared and ready for battle.

He also inquired about Zhu Zongshan and other friends, and learned that Zhu Zongshan had advanced to the fourth level three years ago with the accumulation of a large amount of resources. He felt very relieved. Zhu Zongshan, a fourth-level master who led troops to fight, was more effective than ten fifth-level masters.

They chatted until it was getting dark, and Zeng Shanlang took his leave.

Xu Yuanchang stared at the sunset clouds in the sky, his mind was at its best, and he told Zhuifeng, who was lying in the bushes behind him, "I will be in seclusion in the valley for a while, you stay in the vicinity and don't run around."

He realized that the downgraded magic glass mirror could cause fluctuations in his mood and soul.

His chance to break through has arrived.

Zhuifeng got up with a grunt, and in the blink of an eye, the Taoist priest was gone, so it hurriedly followed him.

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(End of this chapter)