I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 104: Climbing the stairs to the underground main malaria child
"Dong dong dong..."

A hurried knock on the door interrupted Lu Wujiu's meditation. He felt the fifty-eight years of cultivation in his body and reluctantly stopped practicing and calmed down.

The shadows that always loomed over the room and even the surrounding courtyard were an extension of his five senses.

Looking at the person coming outside the door, he was distracted and opened the door wide, and saw Liu Qingtan rushing in hurriedly.

"Sir, something has happened. The Dongyuan Sect wants to hold a martial arts competition to select the leader of the Pure Yang Sword Dao, and even the future elders and deacons of the sect!"

Liu Qingtan looked nervous. Ever since Lu Wujiu had a detailed discussion with him, he had regarded Chunyang Sword Dao as the future Dao lineage. Now that this Dao lineage might be taken over by others, he was naturally very nervous.

Lu Wujiu frowned:
"Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"It's said that it's because Zhao Wuji has disappeared. Rumors are rife that Zhao Wuji is either an enemy of Dong Yuan or a remnant of Wudang. Seeing Dong Yuan's immense power, he's naturally given up."

Liu Qingtan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sir, do you want to participate in the competition?"

Lu Wujiu said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. If I were just coveting this false reputation, would there still be a martial arts competition like this?"

"Too!"

Liu Qingtan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to Lao Lu Temple's staying out of the matter, all the major sects and even the independent cultivators gathered in Dongyuan at this time were in an uproar because of this sudden news.

Especially the independent cultivators, they were extremely excited.

After all, the search for "Zhao Wuji" can be completely assisted by external forces, so many independent cultivators, although they are called independent cultivators, are actually just spokesmen for famous families.

This puts the real independent cultivators at a complete disadvantage.

Now it has been changed to a competition to select the best, and what is being competed for is individual strength. Although the influence of background forces cannot be erased, it is already much more fair.

This attraction to the casual cultivators is fatal!

At one time, countless wandering cultivators came from all directions.

On this day, an uninvited guest interrupted Lu Wujiu's meditation.

"I, Jiang Wenyu, pay my respects to the Grand Marshal of the Liuren Army!"

In the monastery, the old Taoist priest with a slick face bowed and knelt.

This person was none other than the old Taoist priest riding a donkey upside down whom the disciples of Lao Lu Temple met on the road when they were rushing to Dongyuan Sect.

Lu Wujiu was deeply impressed by him!
At that time, almost all the wandering cultivators in the field died, and only this old Taoist priest who seemed to be outspoken survived.

"It's Brother Jiang, please take a seat!"

Lu Wujiu said politely, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Jiang Wenyu smiled broadly as he carefully sat down and began to speak, "After you left that day, I've been wanting to find you and return your belongings. I just didn't know your name, so I wasted a lot of time. It wasn't until I accidentally ran into Abbey Master Liu yesterday that I realized you lived here. It was so hard for me to find you!"

Jiang Wenyu said this, took out the bag from his shoulder, and handed it over with a smile on his face.

Lu Wujiu took a look and asked meaningfully, "What is this?"

Jiang Wenyu said, "I was lucky enough to survive that day, thanks to you scaring off Zhao Wuji with your sword. The spoils on the ground should belong to you."

Lu Wujiu was amused and said with a smile: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Jiang Wenyu looked embarrassed, but still said decisively: "I came here to borrow some soldiers."

"Borrow troops?"

"Dongyuan is planning to hold a martial arts competition, and I also want to compete for a place. If I can make it onto the list in the future, I will definitely follow your lead."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wujiu looked at Jiang Wenyu with some surprise.

If you think about it carefully, the Wuchang soldiers and horses are also part of our strength, so borrowing them is not really against the rules.

In addition, although he was unwilling to get involved in this mess, it would be great if he could send in one of his own people, not to influence the policy direction, but to pass on some intelligence information.

This Jiang Wenyu looked like a seasoned warrior, and perhaps he could actually give him some surprises. "How many troops do you want to borrow?"

"one hundred!"

Lu Wujiu, who was ready to sacrifice his reputation and borrow some troops from Yang Fengzhao, was puzzled when he heard the number: "How much?"

"One hundred, no, eighty!"

Lu Wujiu was silent.

In a trance, I realized what a casual cultivator was!
That’s right, even if you are a disciple of Liuren, you can only refine a dozen or so rampant soldiers after working hard for a year.

He looked down upon a hundred rampant soldiers, but for ordinary cultivators, they were already a huge fortune.

"Is this amount of troops enough?"

"I've inquired about it. Since it's a martial arts competition, the venue is quite limited. No matter how many soldiers and horses you have, it will be useless if you can't use them. Besides, I only want to be on the list, so eighty soldiers and horses should be more than enough."

After Jiang Wenyu finished speaking, he looked at Lu Wujiu eagerly.

Seeing him shaking his head and sighing, he felt a chill in his heart. He was about to use his eloquence again, but Lu Wujiu casually threw a military token at him.

"There are two hundred soldiers here, use them with confidence."

"ah!"

Jiang Wenyu hurriedly took the military token and bowed with a look of surprise: "I thank Marshal Lu!"

Lu Wujiu smiled and stood up, cupping his hands in blessing: "May you be safe and sound, and may all your wishes come true."

Jiang Wenyu looked a little excited. He clasped his fists in return and turned to leave.

The human heart is made of flesh.

Lu Wujiu, who originally didn't care about the martial arts competition at all, started to pay attention to it quietly after he placed a bet on Jiang Wenyu, even though it was just a casual move.

Due to the large number of applicants, the competition will be divided into preliminary and final rounds.

On April 18th, the Chunyang Kendo Elite Competition officially began.

Lu Wujiu didn't go to see it.

Because the Taiyin Refining Dao that he had worked so hard to cultivate finally reached perfection on this day!
The sudden change also happened.

When he condensed a wisp of innate primordial qi and poured it into his dantian, he thought it would overflow perfectly, but he never imagined that after this wisp of innate primordial qi fell into the sea of ​​​​qi, it suddenly surged like waves, moved like the wind, and in the wind and clouds, it swirled into a column and spread out with a loud bang.

The Qi Sea was closed, and then it expanded, and the surging Yuan Qi suddenly disappeared!

Lu Wujiu, who had read the classics thoroughly, was not surprised but delighted when he saw this.

After a while, a light mist gradually spread in the empty sea of ​​qi. The mist became thicker and thicker, and finally condensed into dew and gathered into a river. There was a faint and graceful sound echoing in the dantian.

It can be said that: the clear water swirls and the strange sound echoes in the dark.

Jiazi completed his cultivation and then quietly ascended the stairs!
"call--"

Lu Wujiu exhaled like a sword, opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"It's already the 60th anniversary of the ascension, so there's no need to hold a ceremony?"

A strong sense of absurdity appeared on his face, and he had some vague guesses in his mind.

He guessed that the three words "food of the immortal" were his ascension ritual.

In other words, he had already completed the sixty-year ascension by chance, and now it was just a matter of course.

As soon as he felt the level of cultivation on the ladder, his expression suddenly became strange.

"Am I a underground master? Or a demon child?"

(End of this chapter)