The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

The spirit boat's afterimage vanished into the sky, like a feather melting into the Infinite. Chapter 72: Wind and Clouds Meet to Rescue the Heavens, but within the Infinite Sect, a surge of war preparations erupted. Feng Jingchen, filled with respect, strolled with Sang Wan along the sect's winding paths. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting a golden hue across the ground. The pathside flowers swayed gently in the breeze, as if welcoming this distinguished guest from afar.

"Senior Sang Wan, this is our Wuliang Sect's garden, planted with a variety of rare and precious spiritual flowers and herbs. Not only are they pleasing to the eye, they also aid cultivation." Feng Jingchen gently waved his cold jade fan and slowly walked to the front of the garden. The delicate patterns on the fan shimmered with a mysterious halo in the sunlight. His tone was appropriately humble, and every movement showed respect for Sang Wan.

Sang Wan looked up, eyes full of amazement. "These spiritual flowers and herbs are truly marvelous. Each one exudes a unique spiritual energy fluctuation. They must be of extraordinary value. The disciples who take care of this garden must have been very attentive."

"Senior Sang Wan, you are too kind. It really took Mu Ci a lot of effort to cultivate this place. Many of the flowers and plants here were transplanted and planted by her for medicinal purposes." Feng Jingchen said with a smile.

"No wonder," Sang Wan said. She crouched down and looked at a blooming spiritual flower. The petals shimmered with a glittering light, as if imbued with mysterious power. Her movements were elegant and calm, and she exuded the calm and composed aura of someone who had experienced the world.

Soon, the two arrived at the guest room area. The guest room was located in a quiet bamboo forest. The mottled shadows of the bamboos swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, like a piece of music played by nature.

Feng Jingchen pushed open a door and saw that the room was elegantly decorated. Every table, chair, bed and couch exuded an ancient charm. The fragrance of sandalwood lingered around his nose, making him feel relaxed and happy.

"Senior Sang Wan, please rest here first. It's quiet and peaceful here, which is conducive to cultivation. If you have the leisure time, you can travel around the sect and appreciate the style of the Wuliang Sect.

If you need anything, just inform the puppet attendants at the door, and they will arrange it for you. This puppet attendant was carefully crafted by Elder Shichen Bai and Junior Brother Zhongli Xiu, and it's quite clever. Feng Jingchen said with a smile, his eyes revealing the gentleness and care that a younger generation shows to their elders.

Sang Wan bowed slightly to express her gratitude: "Thank you, little friend Feng, for being so thoughtful and considerate. You made me feel warm in this strange place. I will definitely cherish my time in Wuliang Sect and get to know this place well." Her voice was soft but had an unquestionable majesty, which was a trait given to her by time and cultivation.

Meanwhile, within the Wuliang Sect's meeting hall, the atmosphere was so dignified it felt as if water could be squeezed out of it. Li Qingtong, Shi Chenbai, and Shi An sat around a massive sandalwood table, piled high with letters from various sects. Each letter was like a wound carved into their hearts, telling of the agony brought on by the demonic rampage.

Li Qingtong frowned, her eyes burning with anger. She slammed the table so hard that the teacup on the table trembled slightly: "These letters are like weeping blood and wailing. Various small sects have been tragically destroyed, countless cultivators have died, and all resources have been plundered. The evil deeds of the evil demons have reached an outrageous level. If we don't take action, the entire cultivation world will fall into endless darkness. As a female cultivator, I can't tolerate them harming the people like this." Her voice was crisp but with unquestionable majesty.

Shi Chenbai's brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as ravines. He picked up a letter and spoke in a hoarse and heavy voice: "Indeed, this news is too heavy. We must unite all sects and formulate a detailed strategy to fight a desperate battle with the demons."

Shi An nodded slightly, his expression as cold as ice. "Although the dragon clan is doing their best to resist the demonic tide, they are also sending us a warning. This crisis is not just a matter for a single sect, but a matter of life and death for the entire cultivation world. We must act to protect our homeland."

"Second senior brother, please contact the sect that sent the message and tell them that our Wuliang Sect invites all the elders to come and discuss matters related to fighting against demons in three days. Please also give them the teleportation talisman that can directly teleport them to our sect to avoid too much delay in the journey." Li Qingtong arranged to Shi Chenbai.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Shi Chenbai responded and immediately went to do the matter.

"Excuse me," Li Qingtong said softly, then turned to Shi An and said, "Big Brother, please continue to contact the demon tribe regarding the Demon Tide."

"No problem, don't worry, junior sister." After saying this, Shi An also returned to Lingshou Mountain.

Li Qingtong looked at the backs of the two people leaving, feeling haggard in her heart, but she always believed that man can conquer nature and they will definitely stop all the conspiracies of the demon clan!

Listen to the Snow Peak.

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Jiang Qingwu saw He Yihuan meditating in this must-pass place.

Jiang Qingwu stood quietly beside his master He Yihuan, surrounded by clouds and mist, as if in a fairyland.

He Yihuan seemed to be meditating, but in fact he was always paying attention to the surroundings, hoping for Jiang Qingwu's return. When he sensed Jiang Qingwu's presence, he pretended not to care and kept his eyes closed.

After a moment, He Yihuan slowly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise and relief flashing across them, but he said harshly, "Humph, you girl, you still remember to come back. I thought you were having so much fun outside that you didn't want to come home."

Jiang Qingwu bowed respectfully, his expression cold yet tender. "Master, how could this happen? I heard in Southern Xinjiang that you had emerged from seclusion, and I've been meaning to contact you to let you know you're safe. But I've been so busy that I can't find the time. I figured it would be better to wait until I return to the sect and then come in person to let you know I'm safe."

"Hmph." He Yihuan snorted coldly, glancing at Jiang Qingwu. "He's back in one piece, and his realm has improved from the early Jindan stage to the middle Jindan stage."

"My disciple has returned safely. This time in the Youhuang Secret Realm, I also obtained a medicine garden by chance. This medicine garden is extremely rare and contains many spiritual objects from heaven and earth. My disciple is not proficient in this, so I want to give it to the master." Jiang Qingwu said slowly.

He Yihuan frowned, his tone as firm as iron: "Hmph, your master doesn't want it. You little girl, you have gone through countless hardships in the secret realm to obtain this thing, keep it for yourself and improve your strength. You are not proficient in this way, but your master is? No, no, keep it for yourself."

Jiang Qingwu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile, his eyes gleaming with stubbornness. "Master, please don't be so stubborn. This is a small token of your gratitude. You are about to ascend, and I don't know when I will see you again. I just hope that you are doing well in the upper realm."

He Yihuan snorted lightly: "Hmph, does your master need to worry about you? When your master was exploring the Dongxu Realm, you didn't even know where he was." But his eyes betrayed him, and there was an imperceptible tenderness in his eyes as he looked at Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu took advantage of the situation and stuffed the bead containing the medicine garden into He Yihuan's hands. He said firmly, "Master, please accept it. I still have four years to prepare for the sect competition. I will go all out and win the championship. Just wait for good news from me."

He Yihuan held the bead, feeling mixed emotions, but still said harshly, "Hmph, you little brat, you only know how to cause trouble for me. Well, since you are so persistent, I will keep it for you for now. If you need it in the future, I will definitely return it to you. Don't cry when you lose this medicine garden."

Jiang Qingwu chuckled: "Disciple knows that Master is the best."

She chatted with her master for a few more minutes, inquiring about his recent training and preparations for ascension, before turning and leaving for her retreat. She knew that these four years of retreat were crucial. The sect competition was a stage for demonstrating her strength, and it was also a prelude to the fight against the demons. She had to break through herself and improve her strength within this limited time.

Lin Muci bounded back to the alchemy room like a cheerful cat. The room was filled with the fragrant aroma of various medicinal herbs, like a mysterious garden. The walls were covered with herbal specimens, and the table was filled with bottles, jars, and alchemy tools. She looked at the table full of materials, her eyes gleaming with excitement, as if she saw the dawn of success.

"We must succeed this time! The magical herb from the secret bamboo land is the key. The spiritual power it contains is extremely pure and rich. If we can perfectly combine it with other medicinal herbs, the new elixir will surely make everyone's strength even stronger." Lin Muci muttered to himself while carefully selecting the herbs. His hands moved gently and cautiously, as if he were treating a rare treasure.

Zhongli Xiu, like a dragon diving into a treasure trove, excitedly rushed into the refining room. The room was filled with all sorts of rare materials: ores emitting a mysterious glow, incredibly tough animal bones, and a variety of intricately crafted puppets. He picked up a puppet, his eyes gleaming with concentration as he carefully examined every joint and component, pondering ways to improve it.

"In order for these puppets to unleash greater power in battle, their joints must be more flexible, just like real living creatures. The power source must also be strengthened to ensure that they do not run out of energy during prolonged battles. They must also be equipped with sharper weapons to make them killing weapons on the battlefield." Zhongli Xiu muttered to himself, hammering on the puppets with the tools in his hands, sparks flying.

Feng Ci returned to his room, feeling as if he had stepped into a mysterious ancient palace.

On the walls of the room, formation diagrams are closely arranged. They are intertwined with each other as if they have life. The dense lines and runes form a huge and profound network of knowledge.

Some of these formation diagrams are drawn with precious spiritual silk, emitting a soft halo, while others are directly carved on special stone walls. The runes flash with mysterious spiritual light, as if telling of an ancient and mysterious power.

The table was piled with various materials and tools for setting up the formation. Feng Ci sat quietly in front of the table, concentrating on pondering an extremely complicated formation diagram.

This formation diagram is a masterpiece. The main formation pattern in the center is like a mysterious flower blooming in chaos. The petals are composed of countless tiny runes. Each petal is like a portal to a different spiritual space, faintly flashing with a hazy light.

The petals are connected by intricate lines, which are like flowing galaxies. Some are as bright as silver threads, representing powerful spiritual power channels; others are obscure and dim, as if hiding unknown spiritual power traps.

Surrounding the main array pattern are circles of auxiliary array patterns. Some of them spread out in a circle, while others are arranged in strange geometric shapes, intertwining and nesting with each other, forming a whole that seems disordered but full of internal logic.

Feng Ci's brows were furrowed, his eyes revealing an obsessive persistence and tenacity. He seemed to be in the mysterious world depicted by the formation diagram, exploring the light of truth hidden behind the fog.

At this moment, Shi Chenbai walked in. His footsteps were very light, as if he was afraid to disturb Feng Ci's thoughts. Shi Chenbai stood behind Feng Ci, quietly looking at the complex formation diagram for a while, a look of relief and worry flashing in his eyes.

"Feng Ci, you're studying formations again." Shi Chenbai's voice was a little hoarse, but full of concern. "The demons are coming with such force this time, the burden on your shoulders is not light."

Feng Ci heard his master's voice and quickly stood up to salute, saying respectfully, "Master, I understand. The art of formations is vast and profound. I only regret that I haven't learned quickly enough, or mastered it enough. Now that the demons are rampant, I will do my utmost to make these formations a powerful weapon against them. I've recently had a new idea for this formation, and if it works, I'll definitely make it even more powerful."

Shi Chenbai nodded slightly, walked over to the table, picked up a formation stone, and gently rubbed it in his hands, sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy within it. "Well, your determination is good, but don't overwork yourself. The art of formation requires gradual progress, not haste. Every rune inscribed, every stone placed, determines the success of the formation, and no carelessness is tolerated."