Xiuxian: I studied abroad in modern times

Chapter 597 The Fangs of Creation, Rare Treasures of the Sun

The screen of light presented a vivid picture of all living beings:

The Golden-Winged Roc crossed its arms and sneered, looking down on everything around it.

The Creation Daoist and the others remained silent, watching the white lotus.

Bai Lian's expression was the most complex.

Since joining the Nine Heavens, his expression has always been calm, exuding a confidence that needs no explicit words.

According to Zheng Fa's observation, among these True Immortals, Bai Lian held the highest position and was implicitly the leader of the group.

He was Lu Yao's personal disciple, the one with whom he had the closest relationship, and possessed numerous treasures. It was clear that he was highly valued, and in past discussions, everyone implicitly followed his lead.

Even the local resident, the Taoist of Creation, with his indifferent nature, kept his distance.

But the certainty on Bai Lian's face had long since vanished. His face turned pale and then red, he gritted his teeth, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was both hateful and afraid, unable to make up his mind.

Da Peng's words probably really struck a nerve with him.

The Creation Daoist seemed to see his dilemma and advised, "The Primordial Purple Qi is the foundation for Fellow Daoist Lu Yao's attainment of Dao. It has been planned for many years, and only now has this opportunity."

Bai Lian glanced at him, seemingly moved, and opened her mouth as if to speak.

The Golden-Winged Roc said unhurriedly, "The Primordial Purple Qi belongs to His Majesty the Demon Emperor, but the position of the future master of Leiyin Temple belongs to you, Bai Lian."

Bai Lian suddenly shut her mouth again, falling into a meaningful silence.

This golden-winged roc not only has sharp wings, but its beak is also damnably fast and ruthless.

Zheng Fa and the others present could also see that Bai Lian was wavering. The reason for this wavering was simple—he was worried that Zheng Fa, with the Golden Lotus, would usurp his position as the future master of Leiyin Temple.

The Creation Daoist spoke again: "Fellow Daoist White Lotus, Zheng Fa and Leiyin Temple have a deep-seated hatred for each other. How dare he go to Leiyin Temple?"

“If he takes the Primordial Purple Qi, we might not be able to snatch it back,” Bai Lian suddenly said. “Isn’t that right?”

Seeing that no one spoke, Bai Lian seemed to have figured it out: "Fellow Daoist Zaohua, you said we can wait until he gets the Primordial Purple Qi before we try to seize it."

“But Zheng Fa’s methods are unpredictable, and we have been deceived by him time and time again.”

"What if we can't get it back? What if the Primordial Purple Qi can greatly increase Zheng Fa's strength?" Bai Lian spoke confidently, seemingly having convinced herself. "Wouldn't that mean letting such a treasure fall into the enemy's hands? We would be committing even greater sins!"

“Fellow Daoist Bai Lian, you have lost the Primordial Purple Qi. If you return to Leiyin Temple, you will surely be punished.” Daoist Zaohua said with a stern face, “At that time, it will be even more difficult for you to become the master of Leiyin Temple.”

"Why would I care about the position of the future master of Leiyin Temple?" Bai Lian clasped her hands together, her face filled with sorrow. "It's just that I bear the trust of my master and must be careful."

He said he didn't care, but everyone knew he did.

"Once we break through this Nine Luminaries Heavenly Illusion, we will intercept and kill Zheng Fa, eliminating any future troubles!" Bai Lian said to the crowd after making up her mind.

The Golden-Winged Roc laughed loudly: "Good!"

The Creation Daoist and the others remained silent.

"You're unwilling?" Bai Lian's voice suddenly rose, and a string of prayer beads flew from his wrist, floating above the Five Organs Observation Point.

The prayer beads grew larger and larger, like eighteen meteorites, and the shadows they cast completely enveloped everyone in the Five Viscera Contemplation Hall.

Ripples appeared on the light screen in front of Zheng Fa, as if it were about to shatter.

He turned his head and saw that Qianmu Chan looked extremely uneasy. This unease... came from the Gu God!

These prayer beads are probably more powerful than he saw, even making the Gu God, a true immortal, feel a fatal danger.

Bai Lian's confident gaze swept across the face of the Daoist of Creation: "These eighteen Vajra prayer beads were bestowed upon me by my master, who granted me permission to act as I see fit."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Bai Lian chuckled and sent the prayer beads flying in all directions, shouting, "Break!"

Zheng Fa felt a pang of anxiety, but he knew he couldn't stop it. Fortunately, he had attained the status of a Loose Immortal and acquired the Daoist treasures of the Five Saints, so it wasn't a complete loss.

However, figuring out how to escape requires careful consideration.

Moreover, there's also the Primordial Purple Qi...

Just as he was feeling regretful and wary, he suddenly heard a sigh.

Zheng Fa suddenly looked at the light screen.

The light screen was completely dark, and nothing could be seen.

All that remained were frantic cries.

Bai Lian roared, "Fate, what are you doing!"

Where is the confidence and certainty he had before in his tone?

The sound from the light screen was very eerie.

One moment it was gurgling, the next it sounded like muffled thunder.

After a while, Zheng Facai heard the somewhat helpless voice of the Creation Daoist: "I have been on very good terms with Fellow Daoist Lu Yao, and I have guarded the Nine Luminaries Heaven for him for so many years. How can I watch my nephew ruin the grand plan for his own selfish reasons?"

"No...you're not a true immortal!" Bai Lian's panic and anger were barely concealed. "Master didn't tell me!"

"No, you lied to Master!"

The light screen flickered a few more times before finally plunging into darkness.

In the end, all that could be heard was a rumbling sound and a long, satisfied sigh.

……

"The Daoist of Creation is a Golden Immortal?" In the Heavenly Palace of the Nine Mountains Sect, Uncle Pang and the others were in a panic.

This was completely beyond their expectations.

"Judging from the strength he displayed and Bai Lian's reaction, his strength far exceeds that of a True Immortal."

The Heavenly Emperor's expression was also very serious.

Bai Lian, holding the heirloom bestowed by Lu Yao, was actually taken by the Daoist of Creation.

It should be noted that the Nine Luminaries Heavenly Illusion is extremely fragile, yet the Creation Daoist subdued Bai Lian and the others without affecting the illusion at all—this can only mean that the Creation Daoist's strength far surpasses that of these people. It can be said that Bai Lian and the others did not even have a chance to resist.

"That view of the five internal organs must also be somewhat strange."

Senior Sister Zhang added.

"But why did he..."

Before Uncle Pang could finish speaking, the Heavenly Emperor replied, "Primordial Purple Qi! He wants Primordial Purple Qi... or rather, he himself wants Primordial Purple Qi."

"He betrayed Lu Yao?" Uncle Pang understood. "This is a case of dogs fighting each other, giving Zheng Fa a chance."

Senior Sister Zhang slowly shook her head: "No, it's even more dangerous now. The day Junior Brother obtains the Primordial Purple Qi, he should make his move. At that time..."

Senior Sister Zhang didn't finish speaking, but everyone present understood what she meant.

Zheng Fa was isolated and helpless in the Nine Luminaries Heaven. If it weren't for the protection of the Six Saints, he would definitely not have escaped the pursuit of the Creation Daoist.

"Although the original body can be resurrected with the help of us, it still consumes resources and time, not to mention the Taixu Crown and the Primordial Purple Qi..."

The Heavenly Emperor added.

"What should we do?" Uncle Pang frowned and looked at Senior Sister Zhang.

"With the help of the Seventy-Two Transformations of the Earthly Fiends, we'll ascend Mount Haori!" Senior Sister Zhang said directly. "First, we must seize control of the Nine Luminaries Heaven's gate!"

Uncle Pang suddenly realized: "Absolutely! Otherwise, Zheng Fa won't be able to escape!"

The Heavenly Emperor nodded in agreement.

What Senior Sister Zhang said was actually the most important thing: to leave Zheng Fa an escape route. But Senior Sister Zhang hadn't finished speaking: "The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation must begin to be upgraded. We must prepare for the worst."

The worst-case scenario, of course, is that the Creator Daoist seizes the Primordial Purple Qi, leaves the Nine Luminaries Heaven, and attacks the Nine Mountains Sect.

Kendo's expression was also very solemn as he nodded to Senior Sister Zhang.

At this moment, the elder spoke up: "Since we are going to enter Haori Mountain, we can still make use of the Golden Sun Burning Heaven Formation."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then remembered the elder's previous idea of ​​forcing Yun Zhenxian to rebel.

With the Creation Daoist revealing his Golden Immortal strength, the Golden Sun Burning Heaven Formation becomes even more valuable.

Senior Sister Zhang and the Heavenly Emperor exchanged a glance, and then Elder Chao Yuan nodded slightly.

"Nine Luminaries Heavenly Gate, Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, Golden Sun Burning Heaven Formation." Uncle Pang breathed a long sigh of relief, seemingly a little more at ease.

But he was too complacent too soon.

"Incomplete materials?" Uncle Pang stared at the swordsman, dumbfounded.

Madam Xuanhua, standing to the side, also looked distressed and shook her head, saying, "Although we know what the materials on the inscription are, and even Xuanwei now has the corresponding spiritual materials, the sect doesn't have that many accumulated."

Sword Daoshen was also frustrated: "Using the Qiankun Cauldron would consume a huge amount of resources, enough to bankrupt the Nine Mountains Sect. Moreover, there are some rare spiritual materials that we cannot find in a short time."

The Heavenly Palace was deathly silent.

It was the Heavenly Emperor who broke the silence: "Back then, the Heavenly River Sect exhausted the wealth accumulated over an entire era in order to refine the Reincarnation Disc. Although my Nine Mountains Sect has a good income,..."

Although they didn't forge the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation from scratch, the resources required to upgrade a True Immortal-level formation diagram are simply too numerous.

How many years has the Nine Mountains Sect been wealthy?
"How long will it take?" Uncle Pang asked the swordsman, still unwilling to give up.

Kendo shook his head, his expression bitter: "Many spiritual materials are not easy to find, they are not available on the market, and there is no certainty about when we can prepare them."

Silence fell over the Heavenly Palace, and everyone frowned.

Resource issues are the most difficult to solve; in fact, it's something for which there's no hope in the short term.

As Kendo Shin said, many spiritual materials are rare and hard to come by; sometimes, even if you have them, you can't buy them.

"And there's the Golden Sun Burning Heaven Formation." Seeing the tense atmosphere in the hall, the elder laughed, "If our resources aren't enough, we'll just seize the formation from Haori Mountain!"

Uncle Pang nodded and said, "That's the only way..."

The Heavenly Emperor suddenly looked up at the Sword Dao figure. The two were already of one mind, and now they were thinking the same thing again.

"Our Nine Mountains Sect is young and has little accumulation, while Haori Mountain is old!"

……

Haori Mountain, Yuanzun Peak.

Yun Zhenxian sat cross-legged in a small pavilion halfway up the mountain.

His eyes were half-closed, and the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow rested on his knees, as if he were refining and familiarizing himself with this supreme treasure.

Master Shi Nan bowed and entered the small pavilion, not daring to speak or approach, and stood aside.

After an unknown amount of time, Yun Zhenxian slowly opened his eyes and asked, "What is it?"

"Ancestor, our clan has run out of materials to set up the Golden Sun Burning Heaven Formation."

"Go to Thousand Peaks to get it."

“Master, the current peak master of Thousand Peaks is Yun Fan of the Yun Clan.”

Yun Zhenxian was stunned for a moment, almost forgetting about this matter. Yun Fan's position as the peak master of Qianqi Peak was bestowed by that fake stone, and he hadn't had time to pay attention to it after returning.

Yun Zhenxian looked at Shi Nandang's master and frowned slightly: "What do you want to say?"

"Please grant us a token so that we may access the sect's resources." Yun Zhenxian thought for a moment, nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a white token landed in the hand of Master Shi Nandang.

But Shi Nandang, the master, remained motionless.

"Anything else?"

"I would like to request another oral instruction from the patriarch."

"What imperial edict?"

"We have no right to interfere with or inspect the spiritual materials mobilized by the Thousand Peaks and the Yunluo clans."

Yun Zhenxian narrowed his eyes and stared at Shi Nandang's master.

"Master, please forgive me. You said that the Yunluo and Luo clans might be colluding with the Jiushan Sect. If this gets out, what will happen if the Jiushan Sect is on guard?"

Yun Zhenxian's expression softened slightly.

He looked Shi Nandang up and down, but found nothing unusual. He seemed to think that what Shi Nandang said made sense. Moreover, he was not worried that the Lu Clan could cause any trouble. Finally, he issued another decree.

Master Shi bowed and left, not disturbing his communication with the Sun-Shooting Divine Skill any further. He went straight out of Yuanzun Peak and flew towards the inner city where the Lu Clan lived.

In a courtyard, a group of "Lu people" were already waiting.

"How did it go?" Uncle Pang asked excitedly, "Did you get it?"

The Heavenly Emperor's body turned to stone, which was difficult to withstand. The Master raised the command token in his hand.

Everyone chuckled.

The dozen or so people exchanged glances, and without delay, they marched up Qianqi Peak in a grand and unassuming manner, without trying to conceal their presence.

Yun Fan stepped forward, looking at the arrogant Lu clan members with a grim expression: "What are you doing at Qianqi Peak?"

Uncle Pang swayed his body and swaggered up to hold the white token in front of Yun Fan, shouting loudly, "By order of Ancestor Yun, we have important business to attend to. Quickly hand over the treasury token and account books!"

Yun Fan's face darkened further, but as a member of the Yun clan, he naturally recognized the token of the True Immortal Yun.

He gave everyone a deep look, then said to his disciples behind him, "Give it to me!"

The disciples dared not disobey, and soon they respectfully handed a jade box to Uncle-Master Pang.

Uncle Pang didn't move, but glared at Yun Fan and the others, and shouted, "Why aren't you all backing down?"

"I am the Peak Master of Thousand Peaks," Yun Fan said through gritted teeth. "Whatever you take, I will record it. This is the rule of Thousand Peaks!"

"Rules?" Uncle Pang sneered. "What rules? Haori Mountain was established by my Lu Clan, and my Lu Clan is the rule!"

Yunfan snorted, "That's not up to you!"

Uncle Pang laughed heartily, his attitude becoming increasingly unrestrained: "It's not up to you! Peak Master Yun, heed the Ancestral Master's decree!"

Yunfan had no choice but to retreat in frustration. Only after the Heavenly Emperor and his entourage left the main hall of Thousand Peaks did they reach the back hall. They shone the token against a wall in the back hall, and the wall suddenly emitted a purple light.

The light shone on everyone, as if testing their bloodline and identity. After half a cup of tea, the purple light dissipated, and the wall parted to the sides.

As the group stepped into the gate, they saw a glowing passageway leading down from top to bottom. On both sides of the passageway were rows of glowing caves, each of which was a warehouse of Haori Mountain—the accumulation of Haori Mountain over several eras was all contained here.

The group exchanged glances and finally couldn't help but laugh.

The Heavenly Emperor exclaimed, "Uncle-Master, your acting is absolutely perfect for a member of the Lu Clan!"

"That annoying quirk is just his true self," Uncle Huang snorted. "He's always been like this."

The Heavenly Emperor truly hadn't expected this. After looking at his somewhat embarrassed Uncle Pang's face for a while, and then glancing at the caves on either side of the passageway, a thousand words could be summed up in one:

"move!"

(End of this chapter)