Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 312 Reunion

A few months later, God struck.

The red flames spread over the clouds. The fire crane stretched out its body, its long beak like a sword, its red feathers blazing in the wind. At this time, it rolled up a ball of red fire and fell down, landing in front of the forging room, burning the grass and trees to a scorch.

This was quite a commotion. At least Wen Guang and Wang Chengyan, who were staying in the main room, came out and saw the scene. They all said anxiously:

"Yan Yu?"

The one before him was none other than the fire spirit bred from the Earth Fire Wu Yuan Tree, one of the three subordinates of Bifang, [Liao Zai He], given the name Liu Yanyu, and Xu Xuan asked him to help with the forging.

Wen Guang hurried forward. It was he who arranged for the fire crane to patrol the sky and gather fire energy. Nothing had happened in all these years, so why did it fall down today?

A ball of red fire rose from the fire crane's body, as if burning its flesh. The red feathers fell off one by one, and its flesh and blood turned into blood again. Soon, a person walked out from it. It was a girl, quite smart, wearing a festive red dress, and was the same height as Wen Guang.

"Master, I'm sorry to have worried you. Yanyu has transformed, so he can't keep his magic power."

Liu Yanyu spoke crisply. According to the age of such a monster, she was only six or seven years old like a human. At this time, her cultivation had reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, and her progress was very fast.

Wen Guang said nothing and looked at the person opposite him.

As a fire spirit, his origin is much nobler. He is the spirit of Bing Fire, enlightened by the true intention of fire, and can refine and burn. He is almost the best spirit in the world, and even the one who has the true teachings of Fa Yan cannot compare to him.

At this moment, he naturally saw the strangeness of the other party at a glance. A monster like a spirit can only transform after building a foundation. If he refines his Qi without external forces, such as elixirs and spiritual objects, transforming into a human form is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Do you feel anything strange?"

Wen Guang spoke, his eyes slightly gloomy at this time. Although he usually behaved in a funny manner, as a weapon refiner, he was very meticulous.

"Master, may be coming back."

Liu Yanyu spoke timidly, and Wen Guang and Wang Chengyan looked at each other, both a little confused.

Who?
Who is this person in the sect?
After being stunned for a long time, Wang Chengyan slapped his head, looked at Wen Guang beside him, moved closer, and said in a low voice:
"He is the chief disciple of the sect leader. He is the true disciple of Xiao Wen. I have heard my father talk about him. He said that when he was young, he went out to travel and work for the sect. He has not returned yet."

"The owner of Yanyu is exactly this person."

Wen Guang thought about it carefully and suddenly realized that he had indeed heard the headmaster mention it, but he had not seen it in all these years and had long forgotten it.

"Hurry and send a message to the Sect Leader. This news cannot be delayed."

Wang Chengyan made up his mind at this moment and flew up into the air. Wen Guang, who was still trapped on the peak, called out repeatedly:
"The headmaster is in seclusion. Let's go ask the two elders first to see how to deal with this. If we run into the Zhu family when we return from the south of Yuanshang, the situation will be very bad."

Wang Chengyan paused for a moment, not daring to delay. Now, only the Liu family was left on Dajingyuan. With the support of Dachi, they were able to temporarily keep their territory, and the rest was taken by the Zhu family.

If an ordinary cultivator strayed in and ran into those ghost soldiers, he would be dead. Not to mention that Liu Xiaowen was a direct descendant of Da Chi in the past and knew many people in the prairie. If he was left in the Zhu family territory...
He felt a little chill in his heart and dared not imagine the consequences. He immediately rode the wind and went to Dangxia to ask his grandfather what to do and whether he should ask the headmaster to come out of seclusion.

On the top of Huangqi Peak, Liu Yanyu looked a little excited at this moment. Her life was connected with Liu Xiaowen's, and she was raised by him when she was young. Moreover, Liu Xiaowen treated her not like a servant, but more like a junior.

Now that her master was really coming back, she was naturally delighted. Wen Guang, who was standing by, glanced at the fire crane and saw that its height after transformation was still shorter than his own, so he felt a little relieved.

"Tell me, what was your master like back then?"

"I remember"
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Eastern Esoteric Buddhism.

There are many barbarians, nearly a thousand in number, most of whom are from the three tribes of Qingque, Yuhua and Xiangli brought by Fengqionghe in the past. They live in the wilderness and peaks. Many of them have changed their customs and habits, and their food, clothing, housing and transportation are similar to those of the Li people.

The barbarian bloodline of Wuhuang is quite good, and many people with spiritual roots have emerged. They have all become disciples of the temple, both in the outer and inner sects. However, there are still some bad habits, which have caused conflicts with many local disciples.

On the peak, a young man in a jet-black robe slowly stood still. He was thin with prominent brow bones. His yellow eyes swept over and he let out a light breath.

The foundation of immortality has been achieved, and the magic power of earth is flowing around his body. The [Benevolent Banner] stands beside him, with evil light and runes appearing in it, accompanied by the shapes of various poisonous insects. It is the essence of his magic.

[Cangfentai] is in charge of spiritual rhyme, and has great influence on drawing talismans and sensing ghosts. Combined with his pair of [Guanyoufayin], he has now become a master of talismans.

The entire Dongmi area is under his control. In recent years, Wuhuang has been peaceful, and the Shouqing Camp has been transferred to Zhuolin to provide assistance to the Liu family. Even the [Five Elements Mountain] has stopped there.

As for Shu Chun, the position of this [Ji Xiang Wu Shen] was far lower than Xu Xuan's [Heavenly Thunder God Envoy]. When the Xuan Lei Tribe gave him the position, Wu Huang had shown goodwill and sent him many spiritual objects. Now it was too late to mend the relationship, so how could he dare to attack again?

Even outside of Dongmi, Shuchun ordered his wizards to retreat voluntarily, giving up ten miles of mountains and fields and merging them into the Dachimen, saying that they were offering heavenly thunder to establish good karma.

Xu Fayan now reflected that the sect's prosperity was almost unique under the Purple Mansion, except for its lack of a True Person. He now gazed towards the Li River, his worries growing. His master's words still lingered in his mind. The so-called demonic unrest, now thinking about it, was naturally full of loopholes. However, Patriarch Chongyang, a direct descendant of the Chen family, had indeed perished in it, which was a rather chilling thought.

In his opinion, it would be best to select a few true disciples and leave this place with the elders.

As for the remaining outer and inner disciples, as well as all the mortals in Qingwei, what do they have to do with him?

The achievements of the sect over the years were all due to the master, several elders, protectors, and these true disciples who went out to fight. The remaining outer disciples who were at the fetal breathing stage probably had never even been on the battlefield.

As for mortals, he now thought about it without the slightest hesitation. The rules of the sect required them to be kind to ordinary people and to practice virtue. The monks also often helped mortals to control the clouds and rain, cure diseases and disasters, and never treated them unfairly.

Over the years, more than 100,000 people have gathered on both sides of the Li River, making it an important town. But how much help can these mortals bring to the sect?

He had a score in his mind and had already done the math, so naturally he wouldn't have any mercy at the moment, but he was Da Chi's disciple after all.

Even if you don’t agree with what the master thinks, what can you do?

Xu Fayan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the barbarians coming and going below, and couldn't help feeling a little disgusted.

When he was in charge of Dongmi, he killed so many barbarians that their heads piled up like a mountain. Now he has to take care of all these affairs, which is really troublesome.

"If Senior Brother Xiao Wen were here, he would be happy to do this and would certainly support Master's decision."

For some reason, he suddenly thought of his senior brother. Since he was ten years old and became enlightened, he went up the mountain to practice cultivation. He had always been accompanied by Liu Xiaowen, and most of his daily life was taught by him.

Thinking back to his experience on Shuanghui Peak, it seemed like yesterday. As for Liu Xingfang, he and him had been at odds since childhood, and there were many disagreements between the two, and it was Liu Xiaowen who mediated.

Until this senior brother left, he and Liu Xingfang almost stopped communicating. They just did business as usual and seldom met. There was no affection between them, but he just cared about his master and would not argue with him again.

And Senior Sister Gao Xia, just thinking of her, he felt an inexplicable depression in his heart.

He looked towards the outside world of Dongmi. In the past, he was in charge here. He invaded the barbarian land and used his methods. Regardless of men or women, they were all turned into dirty blood in the [Xuan Yang Yi Yuan Ding Guang], and corpses piled up into mountains.

He had somewhat forgotten when that happened, but he only remembered looking back and seeing that the Shouqing Camp was already silent, with his fellow disciples looking at him in fear.

A woman in a green skirt was leading people to deliver elixir. When she saw this scene, her eyes couldn't help but lowered, with some panic and fear, which reminded her of the woman who took her to escape in the desert, his biological mother.

This look of looking at an alien would still remind him of it during his practice, and he would break out in a cold sweat. He touched his forehead and found that no horns had grown, which made him feel relieved.

The Li River was rushing, and fish and shrimps suddenly jumped up. At the ferry checkpoint set up in the wilds of Lingyuan, there was a lone boat going upstream, which startled the disciples guarding it.

The aura in the boat leaked slightly, and the power of the foundation building was released, which made Xu Fayan frown slightly. Protector Liang went to Chonghua County to guard the caravan, and the master was in seclusion. Now there were only him, Elder Wen, and the most unreliable Kong Kong'er in the sect.

At the moment, he only sent an order, asking several inner disciples who were waiting for news behind him to go to Luo Qingshan first.

Now, a few people have established their foundation, which is no longer a big deal. The great formation of the sect is still there, and the golden thunder and red fire are eternal, showing the profound heritage of the Dachi Temple.

In Chiyun and nearby Chonghua, our sect has become an absolute behemoth, and independent cultivators would never dare to cause trouble.

Even so, with his cautious nature, he did not act rashly, and was ready to activate the formation at any time. If the other party came to visit, he should show up, but at the moment...
The seal characters suddenly vibrated, his sea of consciousness turbulent, and the sheep's appearance changed. He looked at the black-covered boat and felt that its aura was somewhat familiar, yet strange.

Several disciples who were guarding the boat were about to go and take a look, but they saw a sword blade surrounded by red flames appear in the boat, and then a man walked out slowly. He had a slender figure, a handsome appearance, and a bit of wildness between his eyebrows.

The red fire Taoist pattern on the dark black Taoist robe emitted a bright light. The man stood on the small boat. Several disciples who came forward were stunned. They had clearly never seen him before, but the man's clothes were the same as those of the master and the true disciple.

There was not much joy on Liu Xiaowen's face, but rather one that showed deep fatigue. He raised his head and saw the two dim yellow lights on the top of the mountain, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Fayan!"

Smoke and sand rolled up and quickly rushed over. Xu Fayan walked out from it, his yellow eyes bright. He saluted solemnly and said:

"Fayan, respectfully welcome Senior Brother back to the mountain gate."

There was an uproar in Dongmi Mountain. A small number of senior disciples had already rushed over, cheering loudly, while the rest were mostly new disciples who were still a little at a loss.

"Go home."

Liu Xiaowen muttered to himself and looked towards Changming Mountain. He seemed to be able to see the small village from the past.

(End of this chapter)