Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 195 Visit
On the towering white jade stele, a golden and red fire burned fiercely. Liu Xiaowen's voice disappeared in a flash and never sounded again.

"Xiao Wen?"

Xu Xuan called out several times, but the other side didn't hear him. After waiting for a long time, another voice came, saying intermittently:
"Dragon Palace. True Fire Zhang Yu was sent by the Liao people."

The voice lasted only for a moment before it was cut off. There was no more magic on the Binghuo Dao pattern, only a faint glow. Xu Xuan's heart sank inch by inch, but he could not understand the meaning of Xiao Wen's words.

"It is indeed connected to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea."

Xu Xuan sighed softly. He had anticipated this. The orb Zhang Yu had brought was imbued with a powerful dragon energy, practically a sign of this. Tiantuo remained silent, listening thoughtfully. For a moment, both the man and the demon were silent, unsure where to begin.

"I wonder what this monument is used for?"

Xu Xuan looked at the various Taoist patterns above. Now only the Zhenshe Bingyun was lit, and he didn't know what it was for. Xu Xuan's only feeling was that his connection with the two disciples seemed to have deepened a lot.

"Perhaps the function of this item will only be fully revealed when you reach the Purple Mansion."

Tiantuo looked around but still couldn't figure out the purpose of this celestial monument.

While thinking about these things, Xu Xuan frowned, his movements slightly delayed, and he said in a low voice:

"The Fire Crow is leaving."

He lowered his head and stared intently. Now that his dragon body had come out of seclusion, the immortal foundation in his body moved, and [Thunder Lake] returned. His mind turned to controlling Mu Youdu.

"The Shangguang Demon King refined the late Purple Mansion master of Xu Dao in Xu Ling Palace and killed the middle-stage [Yu Wen]. Only [Yu Hua], who had only one magical power, escaped. Xu Ling Palace is completely finished."

"Chi Lei Dao has temporarily left Chonghua, but with the Fuchen Sect as a guarantor, I'm afraid we can still occupy this county."

"The place Fire Crow is going to is the Boiling Sea, which is close to the Nanming Tianchi Lake. This is the ancestral home of the Mingze lineage."

Xu Xuan spoke in a low voice, relaying the information from the other side sentence by sentence.

He left with Tiantuo, then regained his composure, walked out of the hall, and headed outside, just in time to see a man waiting outside. His gray robe fluttered in the wind, revealing a red dragon-snake tail from his lower body.

"Master Xu." Seeing the other party walk out, Qiong He slowly took off the gray robe that covered him, revealing his true face. His eyes were serious, and there was still a bit of childishness on his face. He whispered, "I want to leave first. I will come to visit you again when my fellow Daoist Wen has established his foundation."

"Are you sure you want to leave? Someone is targeting you. It's safer in the mountains." Xu Xuan's face showed some worry. The colorful poisonous light that attacked the mountain before had not been caught yet. If Qionghe was attacked, the clues of Fu Yi's lineage would be cut off first.

Qiong He sighed softly, his eyes determined, and said:
"I understand, but I have found a clue about the Purple Mansion chapter of my technique, and I need to go to the Liao Kingdom. But please rest assured, even if I die, my people will deliver the news."

"I hope the abbot will take care of the three tribes on my behalf. There is no need to give them any special treatment. Just treat them like ordinary mortals."

Seeing this, Xu Xuan understood that the other party was determined to leave. After all, this matter involved a breakthrough, so he replied:

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. The people from these three groups have already settled down in the Dongmi area. Many of them have spiritual roots and have already joined our temple."

Qiong He thanked him and said goodbye. She slowly put on her grey robe and transformed into a red light. She looked towards Dongmi with some reluctance. Many barbarians had gathered there. They all looked towards the figure in the sky and shouted in unison:
"Your Majesty!"

Qionghe was silent for a moment, accepting the farewell of her people for the last time. A deep voice came from under the gray robe, resounding through the sky.

"I'm leaving, don't worry about me."

She turned into a streak of blood and went north without a trace. The barbarians below were all like bereaved mothers, many of them knelt to the north, and the cries of crying spread throughout Dongmi.

When Xu Xuan saw this scene, he felt emotional. Qionghe was indeed very popular among the people, but the issue of the surrender of the three tribes still needed careful consideration.

He returned to Tianqing Peak and was thinking about the future when he saw a colorful cloud coming from the south. It was a man wearing colorful armor with a heroic face and a strong aura. He had already arrived outside Luoqing Mountain.

"This is?"

Xu Xuan observed his cultivation level and knew that he was undoubtedly at the foundation-building stage. He had heard rumors before that there was a Chen family priest in Duwang City who had already established the foundation and practiced the Xiaguang technique.

Soon, Liu Xingfang led the man inside and landed in front of the Juzhen Palace. Liu Xingfang took a step forward, stepped forward first, and then gathered his voice into a line and said in a low voice:

"Master, this is the Chen family's honorific, Senior Jiang Chi."

Then he stepped back, and Jiang Chi stepped forward, smiling and greeting him:
"I am Jiang Chi, a servant of the Chen family. I'd like to greet Master Xu."

"So it's Brother Jiang Daoist. I wonder what brings you to my temple?"

Xu Xuan invited this person into the hall and took a seat together. Jiang Chi looked cheerful and cheerful. He looked around and said:

"When I stood beneath that pine tree earlier, I felt the overwhelming sword energy. Your academy is truly worthy of having produced two generations of sword immortals. When the various families on the prairie heard the news, they were all in awe."

"When the old man heard the news, he sent me here with something to congratulate him."

After saying this, Jiang Chi took out a green wooden treasure box and handed it to Xu Xuan with a serious expression.

Xu Xuan opened it and saw that it was filled with five-colored precious soil, evenly distributed in the five colors of blue, red, yellow, white and black, emitting a dazzling divine glow, and the sound of sacrificial chanting could be heard from it.

As soon as this item appeared, Xu Xuan felt that the flow of magic power in his body became much smoother. [Zhengyin Minglei] and [Yangsha Ganglei] both responded, echoing with the two thunders that shocked the gods.

"What is this?"

Xu Xuan was a little confused. This five-colored soil should be the first level of foundation building, but the quality was extremely high. When touched, the energy of the five virtues was hidden inside, integrated into one, which was extremely extraordinary.

"It's the Taiyue Sacrificial Soil, a rare Wu Earth spiritual object. Those who practice the Five Virtues, Thunderbolt, and Nine Qi can use it. The old man asked you to accept it and dispose of it as you wish."

"Thank you for your kindness, old man."

Jiang Chi's expression eased slightly, and when he saw Xu Xuan accepted it, he said:
"The old man asked me to pass on a message. When the master reaches the late stage of foundation building, he can come to the Chen family. He has something to tell you."

"I will definitely visit."

Xu Xuan replied softly that the relationship between the Chen family and the temple has always been very good. Ever since Wen Fufeng's death, it was Chen Weiyuan who protected the temple. Xu Xuan would never forget this kindness.

"In that case, I won't bother you any more. See you later."

Jiang Chi laughed out loud, and then his body turned into a rosy glow, disappearing in an instant. Xu Xuan walked out of the hall, seemingly watching the other party's departing figure, but in fact his attention was focused on the western sky.

The red flames roared, and an extremely high sacred mountain rose from the ground. Below it, a huge fire crow flew with its back to the mountain, with its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun. It was the Flame-Walking Crow revealing its true form.

This scene alarmed many cultivators and monsters, and they all looked upwards. Xu Xuan was no exception. Although he could not see the situation clearly due to the formation, he could feel the presence of the dragon.

"gone."

The Fire Crow really left today. Xu Xuan sighed lightly and counted the surrounding situation in detail. To the east was Wu Huang and Shu Chun, to the north was the Wu family, and to the west was probably still Chi Lei Dao.

There was nothing going on in the sect for the time being, so he just gave the order that he would go into seclusion, and that Wen Sian and Wang Qiyun would be in charge of the sect's affairs.

He turned around and returned to Tianli Mountain, entered the main hall, and entered the secret room. His mind once again entered the sea of qi and ascended to the realm of Tao. Tiantuo did not follow him at this time. He climbed up to Tiaochantai and recalled his physical body.

Then he took out two elixirs, one pure white and one light blue, they were the [Changxiu Duqi Pill] and the [Shangyong Qingping Pill]. One could increase magic power and speed up cultivation, while the other could resolve Taoist karma and eliminate hidden dangers.

Next, he would refine these two elixirs to make up for the previous deficiencies. Being in this realm, he was not afraid of being spied on by others, and it would be much easier for him to act.

"This retreat will probably last several more years."

Xu Xuan remembered what Zhu Yucheng had said before. It would be soon before this person would take action, so he should continue to improve his cultivation.
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Luoqing center, Sutra Repository.

After the expansion, the pavilion here is extremely tall and majestic, with a light gold color all over, which is quite gorgeous. This treasure pavilion has even been refined with three [Golden Pavilion Beams], adding a touch of Taoist charm to it, making the mind much clearer in it.

The pavilion is extremely spacious and divided into different floors, each containing jade slips of scriptures for the various levels of fetal breathing, Qi refining, and foundation building. Since acquiring the collection of books from the Lotus Temple, the sect's Taoist collection has grown tremendously, and there are even more fourth-grade foundation-building techniques.

A woman in a green skirt was busy in the pavilion, checking the Taoist canon and putting the jade slips of scriptures in place one by one, while also guiding the inner disciples who came to exchange the scriptures.

Zhang Gaoxia was recently transferred here. There was no shortage of people in the sect to take care of the elixir matters. Seeing that the Sutra Repository needed someone to look after it, she took the initiative to come here and take on the responsibility. It was a tough job that delayed cultivation and had no benefits, so few people were willing to come.

She was a person who could endure loneliness. She had been here for several months. The sect had just experienced a war, and many people had accumulated a lot of Taoist skills, most of whom came to exchange for Qi-refining techniques, most of which were of the third grade, with the "Art of Crossing the Fire without Crossing the River" being the most numerous.

Binghuo is good at refining. Most people who have mastered this technique can try to go to Houhuo Hall. Refining is a lucrative job. If you can learn some skills, it is enough to support yourself.

There are already hundreds of inner disciples now, and the lowest level of cultivation is in the middle stage of fetal breathing. As for the outer disciples, most of them are in the early stage of fetal breathing, or are too old to make any progress, and there are even more of them.

As the number of people refining Qi in the sect increases, the demand for skills and spiritual energy is also growing. The places where the disciples visit the most are the Sutra Library and the Qi Wang Hall.

Zhang Gaoxia had some free time at this time, so he sat aside, watching the people coming and going, feeling a little dazed.

Now, there are many mortals and even independent cultivators under his rule. He has found many disciples with good aptitude, some with six-inch and seven-inch spiritual roots, about ten of them in total. However, he has not accepted them as true disciples, but has temporarily made them inner disciples, waiting for them to refine their qi before allowing them to enter Luo Qing.

She had learned a few days ago that Junior Brother Fayan had broken through to the seventh level. This speed of progress far exceeded that of his peers. On the one hand, she felt happy for the sect, but on the other hand, she felt a little ashamed.

Looking at many disciples with better qualifications who were being cultivated by the sect and most of them had the hope of building their foundation, Zhang Gaoxia's five-inch spiritual roots were no longer enough to support her to move forward.

She was afraid that she would only be able to reach the sixth level of Qi Refining when she was old. She had always been a contented person, but the sect had developed too fast in recent years, so fast that she felt a little unfamiliar. It seemed that after a few years of seclusion, the sect had changed after she came out. Fortunately, the elders were still the same as before.

She is not young, but she has the secret to maintain her youthful appearance. In addition, Ji Tu is a Taoist tradition of health preservation, so she looks like a young girl. Occasionally, some new inner disciples, when they meet her for the first time, think she is only a few years older than her.

She was naturally excited and proud to see that the sect leader had mastered the sword spirit, but she also felt that she could not really help the sect in any way, so she took the initiative to leave Changming and join the pavilion.

Master Si'an had visited her these past few days, given her a few pills, and asked her some careful questions. She had always replied that the situation was fine and there was no need to worry.

After taking a few elixirs, her cultivation level did not improve significantly. Some disciples in the Shouqing Camp were almost at the fourth level, even faster than her. Zhang Gaoxia would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, thinking of her time in Changming, and feel a little melancholy.

Of course, she knew that this emotion was wrong. The situation in the sect was getting better and better, and she should be happy about it. However, she seemed to be gradually losing touch with the development of the sect and was increasingly unable to find her place. This confusion made her feel depressed.

There was a sudden silence outside the pavilion. Many disciples looked at the figure coming from outside. It was a thin man in a black robe with indifferent yellow eyes. He walked straight in.

Many disciples bowed and greeted him respectfully, but the true disciple of Fayan in front of them just responded without saying much.

Even so, no one dared to feel any emotion. After all, this true disciple had been in charge of Dongmi for many years, and the number of barbarians he had killed could almost pile up into a mountain. His cruel methods had long been rumored in the sect.

Zhang Gaoxia looked at the person in front of him, feeling a little uneasy, but still greeted him softly:

"Junior Brother Fayan, would you like to borrow the jade slips?"

From Xu Fayan's perspective, the pair of yellow eyes seemed gentler now, not as enchanting and captivating as when he was a child.

"Master has ordered me to help organize the Daoist Canon."

This was indeed the order from Xu Xuan. The Dongmi side had not allowed anyone to commit crimes again, and Xu Fayan had those Dharma pupils, so he was the most suitable person to organize these scriptures and theories, so naturally he was sent here.

"Now that I have been sorted out to the first level of Qi Refining, this matter is extremely tedious. Junior Brother Fayan's coming here has relieved me of a lot of burden."

Zhang Gaoxia looked over, still smiling with a faint dimple, and instructed several fellow disciples working there to maintain order, then led his junior brother slowly to the second floor.

The pavilion was brightly lit. As she reached the upper floor, she couldn't help but look back. Those yellow eyes, now dulled by the radiance, were now dull. The junior brother she once pitied, feared, or loathed now seemed like an ordinary person, devoid of that demonic aura.

Only then did she realize that the other person's eyes looked even a little weak, like a newborn lamb. But when she went up to the second floor, the indifferent official yellow color filled the air again, making her dare not look at him anymore.

Before Zhang Gaoxia could talk about the situation here, this junior brother had already started to flip through the pile of jade slips. His magic power surged as he quickly scanned them, sorting them according to their content and nature, examining and identifying them, and discarding the useless jade slips aside.

Zhang Gaoxia sighed lightly and stepped forward to help tidy up, but her speed was much slower, which made her even more uneasy.

"Senior sister, what are you thinking about?"

The light in the pavilion seemed to dim. Zhang Gaoxia looked up when she heard the words, and saw a pair of strange yellow eyes looking at her. It made her feel cold, as if she had seen a demon, and she almost screamed out in shock.

"nothing."

She lowered her head to cover up her loss of composure and slowly moved a few steps to the side, leaving a gap between the two of them.

(End of this chapter)