Immortal Creation.

Chapter 637 Man-made Disaster in the Mortal World
Ning Zhuo listened carefully, murmuring and softly repeating the key points: "First, find the vital point; second, use Confucian methods to strike the vital point."

"Ok!"

"How do you find the vital point? What Confucian methods are used? Can I learn them?"

Ning Zhuo is very curious about new things, and he wants to learn all kinds of cultivation arts.

Wen Ruanyu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Young friend Ning Zhuo, are you taking this so seriously because there really is a festival that you need to disrupt?"

"Is it related to the White Paper Immortal City and the Ghost Tide?"

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly: "Senior Wen, thank you for your concern. This is my personal matter, please teach me! If you have any requests, please feel free to make them."

Wen Ruanyu shook her head: "You are Senior Sister Meng's child. I'm already taking care of you, how could I ask you for payment?"

"Although the ritual is incomplete, it is of a very high quality. It would be too strenuous and dangerous for you to handle it alone."

"If you need my help, just let me know!"

Ning Zhuo politely declined again.

He wants to handle this himself!
Wen Ruanyu seemed trustworthy, and even the City Lord of Baizhi City had a stake in the matter, but Ning Zhuo did not want to seek their help.

The reason is simple—Meng Yaoyin concealed all of this, not only from the Lord of Baizhi City, but also from the Wanxiang Sect.

“Mother must have her reasons for doing this. I have only been in White Paper Immortal City for a short time and am still an outsider, so before I find out why Mother made these arrangements, it is safest to follow her lead.”

"In fact, even if they knew this secret, it wouldn't be of much help."

"The defense of the White Paper Immortal City alone will require them to go all out."

Seeing Ning Zhuo's attitude, Wen Ruanyu stopped insisting and instead explained the relevant methods in detail.

"Finding the central position is actually quite simple; it's all about utilizing literary energy."

"When literary talent reaches a certain level, it will attract and compete with each other; this is the mutual appreciation and competition among literary talents."

"Here is the literary energy I have accumulated over the years, which I am giving to you. By following its guidance, you will be able to find the central point."

As she spoke, Wen Ruanyu took out a small storage bag.

The white storage bag is semi-transparent, containing a misty aura that emits a snowy glow that shines through the bag and outwards.

Wen Ruanyu said with a hint of pride, "This is the 'Literary Light Reflecting Snow Pouch.' If a Confucian cultivator's literary talent is insufficient, even if they accumulate literary energy, they will not be able to let the light of snow shine through. Therefore, when Confucian cultivators hold literary gatherings, they often take out their respective 'Literary Light Reflecting Snow Pouches' for comparison."

Ning Zhuo immediately praised him, her gentle face beaming with a smile.

Ning Zhuo put away the snow-reflecting pouch and then asked what Confucian methods should be used to disrupt the central government.

Wen Ruanyu pondered for a moment and said, "I have thought of six methods that can all destroy the central nervous system."

Ning Zhuo: "I can learn all of them! It's just..."

Wen Ruanyu stared intently at Ning Zhuo: "But, are you pressed for time?"

Ning Zhuo nodded calmly.

Wen Ruanyu: "You and your mother are the same kind of people, both wanting to take on the heaviest responsibilities. Well then, since time is tight, there's only one that's most suitable for you."

"This Confucian art is called 'The Scholar Meets the Soldier.' Although it is a Confucian art, it uses military spirit to counteract other Confucian arts."

Ning Zhuo's pupils contracted slightly, and at that moment he felt a chill run down his spine!
Wen Ruanyu didn't keep him in suspense and immediately taught him this Confucian art: "It is the simplest and easiest to learn of all. However, each spell requires a considerable amount of military energy, so it is suitable for some Confucian generals."

Ning Zhuo glanced through the text and found that Wen Ruanyu's words were absolutely true. He was shocked and thought to himself, "I purchased the 'Inheriting Military Evil Technique' earlier and have already collected a lot of military evil spirits, which I have stored in my body."

"Now, this Confucian art of 'The Scholar Encounters the Soldier' ​​and the 'Soldier Bearing and Evil Spirit Technique' can form a perfect match!"

"Is this what fate has ordained?"

"Whatever I do, it all happens naturally and smoothly!"

Hades.

The Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

The subordinate hurried into the study, his face grave.

During this period, a series of bad news emerged, causing turmoil throughout the entire territory of the Wangchuan Underworld.

The once immovable and powerful Wangchuan Underworld now gives the impression of being on the verge of collapse.

The subordinate gritted his teeth and stood at the door, whispering that an emergency had occurred.

"Come in," Lord Wangchuan said.

After hearing the report, Lord Wangchuan remained calm: "I understand, you may leave."

The subordinate withdrew respectfully.

Lord Wangchuan fell into deep thought: "This time it was a locust plague that caused the burning of three million acres of grain."

"Which side is making the move?"

"This method seems to be the work of the Locust Lord?"

This person is a Gu cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, and has a personal grudge against the Lord of the River of Oblivion. His actions at this moment are uncertain; it's unclear whether he was persuaded by others or if he sensed the critical moment in the River of Oblivion's underworld and acted voluntarily.

"Very well, Lord of Locusts, I will remember this grudge and take revenge in the future." Even the Lord of the River of Oblivion felt heartache for his own losses at this moment.

The three million mu of fertile fire-covered land is a major resource point in the Wangchuan Underworld.

In order to manage this land, Lord Wangchuan held a funeral for more than a dozen local earth gods, which made the fertile fields abundant.

The land in the underworld is usually very barren, making it difficult to cultivate anything.

Lord Wangchuan painstakingly cultivated three million acres of fertile land, set up a magic array to generate yang from yin, and then planted fire crops.

These grains are all of the yang nature, which may not be uncommon in the mortal world, but are rare in the underworld.

Even ghosts cannot cultivate by solely seeking yin energy; they also need yang energy to neutralize it and achieve harmony between yin and yang.

Therefore, these provisions are often in short supply. After the Wangchuan Underworld has met its own needs, the remaining 30% is sold, and the profits from this sale account for 15% of the entire Underworld's income.

Now, the Lord of Ten Thousand Locusts has attracted hundreds of millions of locusts, which devour the fire-eating crops and cause widespread fires, leading to the loss of this economic pillar of the Wangchuan Underworld.

Lord Wangchuan did not choose revenge, as he had already dispatched a great deal of forces during this period.

Since the food supplies have all been lost, there's no point in trying to save them. The only concern is that the fire might spread and cause further damage in the surrounding area.

"We must send a capable minister to help with disaster relief. Otherwise, if we completely abandon our duties, we will lose the support of the people and fall into the enemy's trap."

Lord Wangchuan frowned slightly as he thought of this.

His capable ministers and generals, who were originally able to protect the Heavenly Ghost Transformation Ritual from being destroyed, had to be redeployed to maintain stability.

Just as the Lord of Wangchuan made the difficult decision, selected the candidates, and issued the order, another urgent report came in.

"Lord Iron Skeleton!" Lord Wangchuan lost his composure this time and slammed his palm on the desk, scattering the ink and brushes.

Lord Tiehai was a veteran minister of the former kingdom. Before the previous ruler passed away, he passed the position to Lord Wangchuan and instructed him to treat the most meritorious official well, who was none other than Lord Tiehai.

Lord Wangchuan agreed to the condition and indeed treated Lord Tiehai well, gradually sidelining him and keeping him away from the central government until he retired to his hometown.

Of course, the Lord of Wangchuan did not forget to assign people to keep a close eye on Lord Tiehai's daily activities. This was because the man was extremely senior and carried an iron certificate bestowed upon him by the previous Lord.

Now, Lord Tiehai has suddenly rebelled, killing the surveillance team sent by Lord Wangchuan to the vicinity. He has rallied his old troops and raised the banner of restoring order.

If this is not handled properly, and this rebel army gains the upper hand, the position of the Lord of Wangchuan will be seriously shaken.

"We must send a top general to confront them!"

After much deliberation, Lord Wangchuan had no choice but to dispatch his most trusted and beloved general. This man had rendered meritorious service in helping Lord Wangchuan ascend to the position of Lord Wangchuan, and possessed considerable military talent.

However, his talent as a general was not as great as that of Lord Tiehai.

The latter's achievements were unmatched by anyone under the command of Lord Wangchuan.

"You are to go and defend the city to the death, hold back the rebel army, and wait for my return to reinforce!" Lord Wangchuan instructed sternly in his order.

In the afternoon, a subordinate rushed in with a panic: "It's bad, my lord! Gunniwan has suddenly awakened and appeared in the northwest direction. It is currently moving towards Jiuyou Mountain."

Lord Wangchuan paused for a moment.

Rolling mud ball!
This is a mountain demon, extremely old. Initially, he was just a mountain peak, but through continuous devouring, he grew stronger.

Now, he has become a mountain range.

Even so, he was not satisfied and was determined to devour other mountains to increase his own strength.

Clearly, its target this time is Mount Jiuyou.

The Wangchuan Underworld is naturally mountainous, and the mineral veins in the Nine Nether Mountains are extremely rich, making them the largest source of minerals in the Wangchuan Underworld, accounting for 80% of the total mining volume!
If this were swallowed by the Rolling Mud Ball, the Wangchuan Underworld would be in a very passive position in the future, and would have no choice but to purchase minerals from outside sources if it wanted large quantities.

"They want me to take out the White Tiger Golden Light Seal."

This magical artifact is one of the signature items of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, and is undoubtedly a precious treasure.

Only by using this treasure, in conjunction with the grand formation in the Nine Nether Mountains, can the boundless golden energy within the mineral veins be drawn to form a sharp attack, breaking through the mountain's turbulent body, inflicting pain, and forcing it to retreat in the face of difficulty.

Lord Wangchuan had seen through the enemy's scheme, but had no choice but to comply.

That evening, another subordinate came to report that a calling card had suddenly appeared in the city lord's courtroom.

The nameplate is from Zeng Jide.

He was a very famous person. In his lifetime, he was a cultivator of the Bukong Sect. After his death, he became a soul cultivator and became a notorious thief in the underworld.

He was very arrogant. Every time he was about to commit a theft, he would send a note to the owner in advance, specifying when he would come and what he would steal.

"Fine, even a well-known rogue cultivator has dared to bully me." Lord Wangchuan took a deep breath, knowing that he had inevitably been drawn into the conflict.

Such a series of terrible news has already drawn away most of his forces, including his capable henchmen and his signature weapons.

Fortunately, these are not natural disasters, but man-made calamities.

"These can all be dealt with, or left undealt with for the time being; they are merely pawns used to distract me from my strength."

"The ones who will truly make things difficult for me are... Yin Jiuzhu first, then Beigu and Wuyin. I just don't know if Huapi Luosha is traveling abroad and can't make it back in time."

"Most of these human-caused disasters should be attributed to these three or four individuals."

Lord Wangchuan was very clear about who his true enemies were, who were irreconcilable, and who posed a threat to him.

This is the formidable enemy he truly faces.

"No, these are all enemies from the underworld. There must also be a man-made disaster originating from the mortal realm."

Thinking of this, Lord Wangchuan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He immediately awoke with a start, realizing that this was a royal warning!

He was able to serve as the ruler of the underworld because he was entrusted with a royal mandate.

"My performance of the ritual of 'attempting to rob' has served the heavens of the underworld and angered the mortal realm."

"Therefore, what hinders my path in the underworld is only human calamity, not natural disasters."

"But it's different in the mortal world."

"However, if the heavens of the mortal realm want to deal with me, natural disasters and calamities will not be able to affect me, so only man-made disasters can be caused."

"It now seems that this man-made disaster is no small matter!"

After a moment of silence, Lord Wangchuan made up his mind: "Go and consult the old man of gray bones, promise him a generous reward, no matter what, I must make him calculate the man-made disaster in the mortal world!"

Yangjian.

White Paper Immortal City.

Li Xiangshang was awakened by Ning Zhuo.

He stepped out of the spirit boat and patted the hull with gratitude: "What a treasure."

"Young Master Jiao Ma, this treasure needs to be properly repaired."

The ship of the Fetal Breath Spirit Boat was covered in cracks.

Ning Zhuo said, "It needs to be repaired. But we can't find a good weapon refiner right now, and I'm afraid I'll fail if I try."

Li Xiangshang suddenly took out a jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo was surprised for a moment, then waved his hand to refuse: "I said, Senior Li, the reason I gave you this Fetal Breath Spirit Boat is to thank you for using your talent to help Jianjun."

Li Xiang said, "Now that the Qingjiao Army has been established, you still want me to cultivate using the Fetal Breath Spirit Boat."

"To be honest, this has helped me a lot!"

"I was originally an ordinary fish with limited talent for cultivation and insufficient physical strength, which hindered my cultivation of the 'Rising Dragon Transformation'. But this cultivation has made up for my physical shortcomings."

"Therefore, you have done me a great favor, and I must thank you!"

Ning Zhu laughed and refused again.

To everyone's surprise, Li Xiangshang said with a serious expression, "Young friend Jiao Ma, this jade pendant is of extraordinary significance. You must keep it safe."

He continued, "I was ordered by the Dragon King to go on this trip. But before I left, the Turtle Prime Minister stopped me and asked me to do him a favor by giving me a divination."

"He told me that this trip to the White Paper Immortal City was an opportunity for my cultivation. If I acted well, I would meet a benefactor who could make up for my shortcomings in cultivation."

"At the same time, he also told me that to maintain this good fortune, I had to be willing to give up something."

"He suggested that I give my most precious possessions to a benefactor."

"After much thought, the most precious thing I possess is this dragon-shaped jade pendant bestowed upon me by the Lord."

"Please accept this!"

At this point, Li Xiangshang, a dignified Golden Core cultivator, actually bowed to Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo has recently become increasingly aware of the mysteries of fate. Upon hearing that a tortoise prime minister was divining, he became very interested and began to take it seriously: "What is the use of this jade pendant?"

Li Xiangshang said truthfully, "A dragon aura of my master is sealed inside, so that I can be influenced by it and have a specific reference when cultivating the 'Ascending Dragon Transformation'."

"As for what other uses it may have, that's beyond my knowledge."

Upon hearing this, Ning Zhuo quickly refused: "This is your most precious treasure for achieving enlightenment. How could I take something that belongs to someone else?"

But Li Xiangshang's attitude was even more resolute, insisting that Ning Zhuo accept it: "Prime Minister Gui is a kind old man, I don't think he would harm me. If I want to maintain good fortune with influential people, then what I give away must be something that these influential people need. Otherwise, how can I maintain good fortune with influential people?"

"This jade pendant, charred and numb, you should need it!"

Ning Zhuo hesitated, just then the mechanism ring retracted slightly.

He felt a chill run down his spine and wanted to refuse, but the mechanism ring began to tighten. Then, as he tried to agree, the mechanism ring relaxed.

Ning Zhuo immediately understood: "This is the will of Heaven helping me, it's truly amazing!"

He nodded slightly and finally put the dragon-shaped jade pendant into his pocket.

(End of this chapter)