Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 258: Golden Elixir Gathering
The death rate suddenly increased to 50%, and Ye Changqing's face turned pale. A disaster had occurred!

He immediately rushed out of the Soul Palace and ran to the Palace Master's room.

He didn't care about etiquette and pushed the door open and walked in.

"Palace Master, the situation in the secret realm has worsened again!"

He has reported several times about the unexpected casualties in the secret realm.

'Worsened again?'

Zhang Zizhao felt the veins on his forehead twitch suddenly. He stood up from the mat and rushed to the door in one stride.

"Come on, let's go take a look."

When the two rushed into the Soul Palace, they found that more than a dozen soul lamps had gone out again. Ye Changqing's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

The disciples who go to the secret realm are all the best among this generation of disciples.

It is no exaggeration to say that seven or eight out of ten of the next generation of Chaoyuan-stage monks will be born from them.

"Crack," a light sound was heard, and the soul lamp went out.

Ye Changqing's eyelids kept twitching:
"Uncle Master, what's going to happen?"

He felt his voice trembling. Nearly 70% of the casualties had already affected the inheritance.

I have no idea what happened in the secret realm that caused such disastrous consequences.

Zhang Zizhao's face turned ashen, and nameless anger burned from the bottom of his heart, growing stronger and stronger.

He had entered the secret realm twice and was familiar with the situation inside.

As long as one follows the sect's 'manual' instructions, the possibility of encountering irresistible danger is not great. The Canglan Secret Realm has become a resource secret realm for the three sects.

Unless they entered some forbidden areas, there would never be such heavy casualties.

There are indeed Chaoyuan-stage monsters in the forbidden area, but due to the restrictions of the world's laws, these monsters are trapped in the realm of just entering the Chaoyuan stage for their entire lives and cannot make any progress.

Even if some disciples risked entering the forbidden area and died, it would only be an isolated case and it would be impossible for there to be a large-scale death.

At this time, the sect disciples have gathered together to prepare to return, but they are attacked by an unknown powerful force.

"Could it be that other sects and independent cultivators have joined forces to kill us?"

Zhang Zizhao shook his head suddenly. This was absolutely impossible. In the face of the demonic disaster, unless other forces had gone mad, they would not do such an unwise thing.

"I'll go report to the ancestor."

He uttered a few words, and his robe glowed with light. A cloud of fire appeared under his feet and instantly swept out of the hall.

A strong wind blew, and the soul lamp in the hall was like a candle in the wind, and the flame flickered unsteadily.

The flame flickered, and Ye Changqing's face was bright and dark, and slightly distorted.

Chaoyang Peak, Qianyun Cave.

Zhang Zizhao recounted the situation in the Soul Palace, lowered his head, and waited for the ancestor's instructions.

You could hear a pin drop in the cave, and the air seemed to become sticky, without a trace of movement.

Zhenren Zhengyang's face was like a stone sculpture, expressionless, but the faint flames rising in his eyes showed that his heart was not at peace.

"When will the Canglan Secret Realm open? Who was originally assigned to retrieve the disciples?"

“In reply to the ancestor, the opening of this secret realm will be entirely in the charge of my two junior brothers, Lin Jiuxiao and Zhu Xiangrong.

The secret realm will open again at noon tomorrow.

As per usual, they will set out to reach the target area tonight."

“Inform them and I’ll go along.

When I leave, I will activate the mountain protection formation.

Until I return, no disciples are allowed to enter or leave."

Zhang Zizhao immediately bowed:
"Follow the law!"

The cold moon is like a hook, and the wind is singing in the desolate mountains.

In the area where the Canglan Secret Realm is located, three spirit boats are suspended in the air, only a dozen feet away from each other.

A large number of wandering cultivators gathered at the foot of the barren mountain, waiting for their relatives and friends to emerge from the secret realm.

Zhenren Zhengyang walked out of the cabin of the spirit boat and said in a deep voice:
"Which Taoist friend is here today? Why not come out and have a chat?"

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone on the spirit boat.

Just now, he felt the spiritual fluctuations belonging to the Golden Core True Person sweeping across the spirit boat, and he became even more alert.

The task of picking up and dropping off disciples from the secret realm has always been the responsibility of Chaoyuan-stage cultivators.

The reason he came was because the sect's disciples suffered heavy casualties.

When they set out from the sect, eighty-one of the disciples' soul lamps had gone out, which had already affected the sect's inheritance.

"Master Zhengyang, long time no see."

A rough voice sounded, and a tall figure appeared on the deck of the spirit boat belonging to Yuan Heshan.

The monk was eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and leopard eyes. His skin shone with a metallic color, and his whole body looked like it was cast in copper or iron.

His sturdy arms were thicker than the thighs of an ordinary cultivator, and his legs were like elephant legs. With every step he took, the spirit boat swayed slightly.

Zhenren Zhengyang's lips moved slightly, and he said:

'The sect's disciples suffered heavy casualties in the secret realm, so I had to come.

Fellow Daoist Nanshan, why are you here?

'For the same reason as fellow Daoist, the casualties among the disciples in the secret realm reached 70%, so I had to come and understand the situation immediately.

Qingxu from Luofeng Valley has also arrived. It is said that the disciples of Luofeng Valley have also suffered heavy casualties.

As the two were communicating with each other, a skinny figure in a green Taoist robe appeared on another spirit boat. It was Qingxu Zhenren, the Jindan cultivator from Luofeng Valley.

This immortal has lived for nine hundred years and is now in his twilight years.

The three immortals whispered to each other. Zhengyang looked sideways toward the mountains, feeling a faint sense of something watching from the shadows.

Xiong Ba stood behind the green-robed monk with a respectful expression, his eyes rolling around.

He didn't understand why Lord Qinglong came to this remote forest in the middle of the night, but as a subordinate he had no choice. The Lord would not tolerate his subordinates being disobedient.

He glanced at the Black Hawk beside him, asking silently.

Black Hawk noticed the inquiring gaze and shook his head slightly. He knew even less about the adults' thoughts.

Qinglong sneered and murmured, "Is it too late to realize it now? Hahahaha"

He let out a wild laugh, which was quickly drowned out by the whistling wind.

"You guys go back, Black Hawk. Keep in touch with the Demon King and confirm the time to launch the general attack."

As Qinglong spoke, his body transformed into black light and disappeared.

He was rushing to a place to give these human monks a big gift.

Xiong Ba scratched his head and said:
"It's so tiring to hide in a place like this every day. When can I kill these humans and make them bleed like a river?"

"There's still blood flowing like a river, come on!"

The black shadow curled his lips and thought to himself, you are just a Chaoyuan-level demon cultivator, what makes you say such big words!
These major human forces are all led by Jindan Zhenren.

He leaped lightly into the air, his body transforming into that of a hawk as he flew away.

Xiong Ba muttered:
"There are many Foundation Establishment Stage human forces nearby. What's wrong with killing them and flowing blood like a river?"

Wei Songnian was carried into the yard while wailing in pain. Two Qi Refining disciples gently placed him on the ground, rode on the talisman bird and flew away. There were still many wounded people waiting for them to carry him in.

Ji An's eyes fell on the fat man, he was startled and immediately rushed over.

I saw the other person covering his abdomen with both hands, with a lot of yellow and white intestines exposed.

"Where's the injury?"

Wei Songnian's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He looked at the person who came with difficulty, and his voice was filled with tears:

"Dantian."

Ji An's heart sank suddenly. Dantian is not a real human organ. It can be understood as a "lake", a place where essence is stored. It can be big or small, gathered or dispersed.

If the Dantian acupoint is injured, ordinary elixirs can have little effect and there is no idea how to treat it.

The elixir needed to repair Dantian injuries is often eight or nine hundred years old and is only accessible to Chaoyuan-stage cultivators.

For low-level disciples, an injury to the Dantian is almost equivalent to having their cultivation destroyed.

He hurriedly squatted down, carefully stuffed the other person's intestines back into his arms, and then performed the rejuvenation technique.

Emerald spiritual light fell like rain, spreading in Wei Songnian's abdominal cavity. The external injuries recovered quickly, but the injured man's expression remained painful.

No need to guess, there is definitely no improvement.

Tears welled up in Wei Songnian's eyes and he shook his head with a sad face.

For a monk, losing his cultivation is the same as losing everything.

Ji An pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, took out a light green jade bottle from the storage bag, and poured out an emerald pill.

There are three lines on the pill, and it is emitting a spiritual light.

'Exquisite Xuanyuan Rejuvenating Pill, I can only help you up to this point.

We should try our best to save the situation and wait for fate to come!

Ji An sighed in his heart, no longer hesitated, and said:
"Open your mouth!"

He put the pill into the other person's mouth and stared at his face closely.

When Wei Songnian was fed the pill, he immediately felt a cool sensation spreading down his mouth.

The coolness entered the stomach, and the originally burning dantian immediately felt a hint of coolness.

After a while, the cool feeling slowly dissipated and a warmth rose.

He focused his mind on his dantian, carefully feeling his injuries, and opened his eyes after a moment.

Ji An asked with concern:
"How is it? Is it effective?"

"Much better. The damaged part of my dantian has been repaired a lot, and it no longer leaks mana.

There will be some delay in mana flow, but spellcasting should be trouble-free."

Wei Songnian felt a sense of surviving a disaster. If he had not met his senior brother, he might have had no future.

No, it's not a possibility, it's definitely that there is no future.

He was certain that the sect would not waste the elixir that could heal the damaged Dantian on him.

Because if he were the decision maker, he would do the same.

Ji An nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. The injury to the opponent's dantian should be very minor and not in a critical position, otherwise the Xuanyuan Rejuvenating Pill would be useless.

"That's good. After a period of recuperation, the symptoms should disappear."

Wei Songnian climbed up carefully, bowed deeply and said:

“My senior brother’s kindness is like a rebirth, and I will always remember it in my heart.

If he orders me to do something, I will do it even if it means breaking my bones!"

If he loses his cultivation, he can only live like a mortal, his lifespan will be greatly shortened, and his body will age rapidly.

Whether his fellow Taoist will change his heart, and how the sect and family will arrange for him, all of these will become very realistic problems.

But at that time, he had no power to choose.

I felt deeply moved again that the soul-nourishing tree was worth it!
Raising a precious plant in the family is a question, but whether it can be taken care of is a problem. Even if it is successfully planted by chance, it is unknown how long it will take before the benefits can be enjoyed.

More importantly, if he had not given the precious plant to his senior brother, it would be unknown whether he could enjoy the pill today.

Ji An turned his body slightly to the side, accepted the greeting, and then supported him:
"You and I have known each other since childhood, and in these troubled times we should help each other."

(End of this chapter)