Patrol Captain

Just after the turbulent night in Liangzhou faded, tens of thousands of miles away in Qingshan County, a rain had just fallen.

In Qingyu Lane, there is a small courtyard with blue tiles and white walls.

It was early morning, the rain had just stopped, and the distant mountains were shrouded in mist, like a landscape painting adorned with light ink.

"tick"

"tick"

Nearby, water droplets hang from the eaves tiles, dripping and splashing onto the smooth bluestone slabs, creating tiny silver sparks. In the corner of the courtyard, several banana trees are lush and green, making the white walls appear even more pristine.

The courtyard is not large. It is a single-entrance room facing south, with east and west wing rooms and a main hall in the middle, complete with all the necessary facilities.

At this moment, a door in the west wing opened, and a woman dressed in a light blue silk dress with a mole on the corner of her mouth pushed open the door and walked out.

Taking a breath of fresh air, the woman put her hands behind her back, interlaced her fingers, stretched backward, and arched her body, revealing a touch of languor.

Qiong Le stretched her body, then rolled her eyes and looked towards the east wing across the way. The window was open, and a figure was sitting at a table in front of it.

"What are you writing? You're so focused!"

Seeing this, Qiong Le muttered something to herself, and then a mischievous thought arose in her mind, her cheek adorned with a playful mole.

She quietly followed the eaves to the east wing, came to the window, glanced inside out of the corner of her eye, raised her eyebrows, and lowered her pupils.

I saw my senior brother Chu Yu writing on a piece of paper, his sleeves rolled up, his brush tip dipped in ink, moving slowly across the Xuan paper.

She looked at the handwriting on the letter and read it aloud quietly.
"...Master, your disciple has bought a house here. Junior Brother misses his hometown, so your disciple plans to supervise his training here..."

As the words were read aloud, Chu Yu, who was writing a letter at her desk, noticed the movement, raised her eyes, and met her junior sister's amused gaze.

"Junior sister, get up!" Chu Yu's expression remained unchanged as she put down her pen, then rolled her eyes at her. "What's with that expression!"

Qiong Le rolled her eyes and said irritably, "What do you mean by 'junior brother is playful'? You're here supervising his practice, while the senior brother is the one who should be staying here."

Chu Yu blushed when his junior sister exposed him to his face. "Junior sister, how many times have I told you? We need to respect the elderly and care for the young. Junior brother is young and loves to stay at home. What's wrong with us senior brothers and sisters spoiling him a little?"

Seeing that her junior sister was about to speak, Chu Yu raised her hand and said, "Alright, stop talking. I'm afraid I'll lose face."

Upon seeing this, Qiong Le chuckled, the mole at the corner of her mouth lifting slightly with her smile.

"That's pretty much it."

"Senior brother, are you sending a letter back to the sect?"

Chu Yu picked up the paper on the table, shook it, blew on the still-wet writing, and then looked up and said:

"We're going to linger here, and we're worried that our master and fellow disciples might be concerned, so of course we have to explain."

Chu Yu answered as a matter of course.

But then Qiong Le seemed to remember something. Her eyes flickered, and she leaned against the window, whispering:

"Senior brother, did you mention that person from Jiazi Lane in your letter?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yu immediately stopped what she was doing. "Don't talk nonsense, how could I dare?"

"That senior clearly doesn't want to be disturbed. I'm not a big mouth, and I can't afford to take the blame."

Qiong Le smiled enigmatically, "Not even your master?"

Chu Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "Let's not talk about it. Master should understand."

Qiong Le was just teasing him and found it boring. "Whatever you say, senior brother. Be careful, or I'll tell Master on you later, hehe."

As she spoke, the junior sister turned around, chuckled, her hair flying, and waved behind her.
"He's gone out!"

Chu Yu watched her junior sister's ponytail sway as she left, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Then, he looked at the letter in his hand, folded it into the shape of a kite, and...

Then, he picked up the pen next to him and used the tip to dot two eyes on either side of the kite's head.

After doing all this, he put down his pen, puffed out his chest, pursed his lips and nose, and then opened his mouth to spit out the paper kite in his hand.

He exhaled a puff of smoke tinged with blue!
Then, it was clearly seen that the kite, like a whale swallowing clouds, sucked all the blue smoke into its beak.

The kite visibly swelled up, the lightly painted cloud-like patterns on its wings were dyed blue, and finally, as if by magic, they transformed into real feathers.

In the blink of an eye, a kite transformed into a pale blue bird, lifelike and chirping.

Seeing this, Chu Yu nodded in satisfaction, then flicked her hand out the window.

"Go and give my regards to your master!"

"Pulling"

The little blue bird flapped its wings and flew out the window. Then, it circled the window a few times before flying out of the courtyard and heading northwest.

Meanwhile, in the mountains a hundred miles west of Qingshan County, Chen Yuan practiced the "Taoist practice" of reciting Buddha's relics.

In recent months, Chen Yuan has been continuously using the Buddhist intent contained in the Buddha's relics to refine his Yang spirit, and has also moved from quantitative change to qualitative change.

Inside the cave, which was shrouded in a protective barrier, the finger bone relic hung in front of him, and his third eye between his eyebrows was wide open.

Within his Niwan Palace, atop a sea of ​​clouds and a blue lotus, the Buddha's light shone brightly, the chanting of Buddhist hymns resounded, clouds rose and waves surged, and the Yang God sat serenely upon the lotus.

The Buddha's light scorched Chen Yuan's Yang spirit like the blazing sun, while the chanting of Buddhist hymns reverberated in the Niwan Cloud Sea, causing waves to surge and constantly batter the Yuan Shen Qinglian, which resembled a lone boat.

As the blue lotus trembled, a crimson cloud burst forth from the sea of ​​clouds. It was the powerful essence of flesh and blood within his body. The moment the crimson cloud touched the blue lotus, it transformed into thousands of crimson streams of light, merging into the lotus like bees and butterflies fluttering around its stamen.

Nourished by this, the blue lotus suddenly swelled, emanating a divine light of crystal to protect the Yang spirit!

At the same time, within the Purple Mansion, the Mysterious Pearl trembled, and a beam of primordial golden light suddenly erupted, rushing into the Niwan point, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds, and evolving into a pillar of light reaching the heavens. With a resounding boom, it struck the primordial spirit lotus.

Amidst the rising winds and surging clouds, golden light shone brilliantly, and the swirling blue lotus illuminated all directions. Within the lotus, Chen Yuanyang, his divine spirit ablaze with golden fire, radiated an intense, luminous aura. His eyes suddenly snapped open, blazing with unparalleled golden light.

His eyes shot out divine light, directly freezing the churning sea of ​​clouds. Then he suddenly stood up, raised his head and shouted, shattering the resounding chant that shook the Niwan Palace and causing it to disappear.

At the same time, beneath the sea of ​​clouds, Chen Yuan's golden core flew out, like an ancient sun awakened, bursting forth with thousands of golden rays, like the sun rising from the clouds. After a slight crisp sound, it crushed the Buddha's light.

The three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit work together to achieve a state of perfect harmony!

At that moment, a crisp sound rang in Chen Yuan's mind.

Soon, a series of messages flashed through his mind.

"Chen Yuan: Southwest Third Circuit Patrol Envoy" "Realm: Seventh Realm Martial Saint (Godhood Realm)"

Luck Points: 254
Supernatural powers: Ingestion of food, Third Eye (second stage), swordsmanship, carrying mountains, dream marriage, pot heaven, formation, staff transfer, five thunderbolts of the heavenly gang, flowers blooming in an instant, transformation and change of form, summoning wind and rain, overturning rivers and seas, whipping mountains and moving stones, shifting stars and changing constellations, indestructible body, size at will.

Techniques: Dragon Subduing Stance (Completed), Demon Subduing Fist (Completed), Taoist Inner Classic Diagram (Completed), Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques (7/72), Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Techniques (8/36), White Bone Refining Spirit Technique.
The second stage of the Heavenly Eye: It is born from the Dharma Eye, which can break through the limitations of space and distance, see clearly into the Form Realm and the Formless Realm, and can perceive cause and effect and trace back to the source. Once it is illuminated by the Heavenly Eye, it will be marked in the void and there will be nowhere to hide.

The Realm of Divine Arrival: The Martial Saint's body is divided into three levels: Divine Arrival, Unity, and Supremacy. At the moment of Unity, the physical body and the primordial spirit become one with Heaven and Earth, their essence and life becoming one. This allows one to break through the Heavenly Gate, ascend to heaven in broad daylight, and achieve celestial status. The Realm of Divine Arrival refers to the point where, after the physical body merges with Heaven and Earth, the Mysterious Female returns to its origin, and the primordial spirit gradually disperses. Initially, it is like a wisp of silk floating in the air, then like a thin mist spreading across the universe, without form or shape, without color or form. It discards the shackles of the physical body and escapes the cage of thought. The eyes cannot see, yet all phenomena are observed; the ears cannot hear, yet all eight sounds are present. It breathes with Heaven and Earth, moves with the Great Void, neither born nor dying, neither increasing nor decreasing.

............"

"call"

Chen Yuan's body jolted, and his consciousness returned.

Then, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, gleaming brightly.

He broke through to the Divine Realm just like that, completely soaked!
It's unbelievable, it's all due to fate, almost entirely thanks to the power of this Buddha's relic.

Once you establish yourself and attain divine power, the next step is to unite your life and destiny with heaven and earth, and shatter the void.

The light in Chen Yuan's eyes flickered, and the ambition and killing intent hidden deep within his heart burst forth.

With his current level of cultivation and the supernatural powers he has mastered, he no longer needs to tolerate or hold back on many things.

Even those ancient monsters at the Celestial level, so what!

After breaking through to the Martial Saint realm and defying the heavens, he chose to retire gracefully because the situation was too chaotic. He didn't want to be the first to stick his neck out, as it wasn't safe enough and he wasn't strong enough. Quietly developing himself was the right solution. In any case, as long as he had time, he would become stronger.

Nowadays!
A chilling light flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan felt relieved.

"Ha ha……"

A soft laugh rang out, then grew louder and louder in the echoing cave.

After a while, Chen Yuan finally calmed down. The sharp light in his eyes faded, and his eyelids drooped down, landing on the Buddha's relic floating in front of him.

Having reached this stage, this thing has fulfilled its mission.

Didn't that Golden-Winged Roc King want it? We can consider it, but Chen Yuan needs to consider what he actually wants.

Since that Golden-Winged Roc King is a Psa-level old monster, he must have the treasures, techniques, and insights needed to break through to the Celestial Realm.

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered, then he smiled and reached out to suck the object into his sleeve.

In any case, this thing will make the most of itself until all its value is squeezed out.

After reflecting on his own state, Chen Yuan gathered his thoughts, stood up, took a few steps, and prepared to leave the cave.

But after a short while, he stopped and glanced in the northeast direction.

Now, with just a thought, he can instantly reach any corner of the entire Langdang Mountain.

This is the profound power of reaching the Divine Realm of Chen Yuan! And this is only the tip of the iceberg; he still needs to explore the wonders of advancing to this level.

With a thought, Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed at the air in that direction.

The next second, the void he reached out to rippled, and a light blue kite was caught in his hand.

The moment the bird was caught, it flapped its wings, its body surging with a bluish light as it struggled incessantly, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Even as its blue light intensified and it seemed poised to spontaneously combust, Chen Yuan casually grasped it, shattering the blue light into dust.

Soon, the bird became docile, and its eyes became dull and lifeless!
Chen Yuan glanced at it and immediately realized that the bird was merely a manifestation of supernatural power and was fake.

A glint of gold appeared in his eyes and landed on the bird. Soon, characters appeared on the bird.

It's a letter!

The contents of the letter were clearly visible!
As for the owner of the letter and the lingering aura on it, Chen Yuan immediately thought of his senior brother, Huwa!
Disciples of Dongxuan Mountain!

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered slightly. He actually had some thoughts about Huwa's apprenticeship at Dongxuan Mountain, and about Huwa and his senior brother appearing after he retired and returned to his hometown.

He didn't suspect that the little guy Huwa had ulterior motives, but rather wondered if their master knew something about Huwa and had taken him as his apprentice.

Chen Yuan never hesitated to assume the worst about others.

Because he had seen too much evil.

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he decided to take a look anyway.

The next instant, two golden spots in his eyes lit up, shooting out two golden beams that entered the bird's dull, lifeless green eyes.

Soon, the bird's eyes, which were the size of mung beans, began to glow with golden light, and it became lively and energetic again.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yuan's feet swayed, and his figure appeared directly outside the cave.

With a wave of his hand, the blue paper kite, transformed into a bluebird, flapped its wings and continued to fly northwest.

Under Chen Yuan's gaze, it slowly disappeared into the distant horizon.

...............

Three days later, east of Beiliang Road, more than a thousand miles from Wuwei Prefecture, there is a mountain located at the end of the Qilian Mountains, lying proudly at the eastern end of the Hexi Corridor. It has been a blessed land since ancient times and is called Dongxuan Mountain.

This mountain boasts a unique landform, with red cliffs that appear as if dyed with cinnabar, layer upon layer stretching towards the sky. When the morning light shines over the cliff tops, the red rock surfaces glow with a warm gold, as if there is a celestial aura flowing through them.

The grottoes are scattered halfway up the mountain, with niches carved into the cliff. Among them are more than a dozen majestic stone statues, each tens of feet tall, carved into the cliff face. The mottled paintings are visible through the falling robes. The blue waves at their feet are reflected in the clear lake, which is as clear as a mirror. Occasionally, a mountain breeze blows and the ripples sway gently, as if the stone statues are moving, as if true gods have descended to earth. These are the stone carvings of the ancestral masters of Dongxuan Mountain!

Climbing along the mountain path, ancient trees with gnarled branches lean outwards, the sound of pine waves accompanies the babbling of streams, and occasionally, strange flowers bloom in the crevices of rocks. Looking down from the mountaintop, a sea of ​​clouds rolls between the ravines, and distant mountains appear and disappear in the mist like dark eyebrows. At your feet, the peaks stand like an arch, guarding and surrounding this blessed land.

The scenery here is absolutely stunning, a masterpiece of nature, making people forget the troubles of the world. On this day, a group of people set off on the mountain road leading to Dongxuan Mountain.

There were only about thirty of them, riding various strange beasts and dressed in the attire of martial arts practitioners. However, some of them had sharp eyes and were full of vigor, exuding a strong sense of military might and killing intent in their glances.

Among these people was a pure black carriage, which rumbled along the mountain road as if it were flat ground.

"Dongxuan Mountain, hehe, it boasts of being the number one grotto-heaven in Northern Liang. Let's hope it gets off to a good start here!"

"drive!"

"Into the mountains!"

A short while later, a sharp shout came from the mountains; someone was blocking the mountain path.
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into my Eastern Mystic Grotto!" The speaker was imposing and awe-inspiring. (End of Chapter)