Longzang

Chapter 234 Reciprocity

Apart from Master Chuhe, Zhang Sheng, Ji Liuli, Yu Zhizhuo, and Sun Yu were all just one step away from achieving the Dharma Form, but they were all stuck there, unwilling to move forward. They could see the microscopic insects on the surface with their naked eyes.

Although Wei Yuan's cultivation level was low, his primordial spirit and divine sense were strong and no less than those of a Dharma body. After adjusting his divine sense, he scanned the area and discovered the micro-insects.

Only Cui Yu, although he was at the mid-stage of the Dao Foundation realm and was about to enter the late stage, could not see the micro-insects with his naked eye, nor could he detect them with his divine sense. Seeing everyone else looking calm and thoughtful, he felt a little like running away.

Back when he was working hard with his cronies in the Cui family, he was the only Celestial Foundation member around him. Now, as he struggles to resist the alien races in Qingming, he is still the only Celestial Foundation member around him.

"Why is that?" everyone asked.

Sun Yu had been thinking for a long time and said, "From my observation, all the dead micro-insects had their outer walls destroyed. The strange thing is that this thing has no power of cultivation, yet it kills so many micro-insects on its own. It is truly unbelievable. I don't know how the humans in that world discovered this thing."

"By guessing?" Ji Liuli asked.

All the cultivators nodded, finding it quite possible. This realm had already studied the art of destiny quite thoroughly, and there were even those who had ascended to immortality through the path of destiny. True Lord Yan Shi was also ambitious.

According to True Lord Yanshi, the so-called "luck" is nothing more than increasing the probability of something or someone developing in a certain direction. Luck only affects one or two people; if thousands or tens of thousands of people work together in this direction, the chance of success will be much greater than that of one person alone.

Sun Yu placed a white pill on the table and said, "To be able to refine medicine to this extent is even more mysterious than the superior golden pills that the Creation Temple boasts about."

Master Chuhe coughed and said, "Nephew, be careful with your words. Those old bastards from the Creation Temple can't stand hearing people say bad things about them."

"They won't know even if I say it here."

Master Chuhe said, "With so many people talking, things will inevitably get back to them eventually. And once it becomes a habit, there will always be times when they unintentionally say a few extra words."

Sun Yu said, "Alright, let's continue talking about this elixir. I think the people in that world must have already developed a complete theory and corresponding alchemy techniques to be able to refine such a Dharma Aspect level elixir with a mortal body."

"This medicine is at the Dharma Aspect level?" Master Chuhe exclaimed in surprise.

“It can kill Dao Foundation level micro-insects, and it is also effective against Dharma Aspect level micro-insects. When there are enough of them, it can even kill certain types of Dharma Aspect level micro-insects,” Sun Yu said.

According to the consensus in the cultivation world, this is a Dharma Aspect-level spiritual medicine. The classification and naming of pills was also created by the Creation Temple; Dharma Aspect-level pills are called Spirit Pills, Landscape-level pills are called Precious Pills, and Unity-of-Nature pills are called Immortal Pills.

Following this line of thought, the cultivators were all somewhat moved. It was just a pity that Xu Wenwu was ignorant and incompetent. Although he had studied physics and chemistry, he had not remembered anything useful except for half a poem.

Let alone the fact that most of the poems have already been written by other extraterrestrial visitors, even if some have not been written by predecessors, what use are these few lines? At the literary gathering, if Xu Wenwu were asked to compose a poem on the spot, his ignorance would be immediately exposed.

"How about we sacrifice Xu Wenwu? It's hard to find someone just as useless as him in return," Ji Liuli suggested again.

Seeing that everyone was somewhat tempted, Wei Yuan quickly rejected the idea.

At this moment, Yu Zhizhuo was looking at the information written by Xu Wenwu page by page. His spiritual sense was no less powerful than that of an ordinary late-stage Dharma Aspect cultivator, and was much stronger than Wei Yuan's at present.

He flipped through the documents with incredible speed, memorizing each page at a glance, and completing the analysis, organization, and archiving with hundreds of mental energy points in an instant. Having finished reading all the materials in the blink of an eye, Yu Zhizhuo sighed and said, "I'm ashamed. The people of that world don't understand cultivation; their breath only has the power of a few mental thoughts, yet they consider even the smallest details so perfectly. Clearly, countless people have put in a great deal of effort. I think that if we want to achieve something, the first thing we must do is fully adopt the measurement standards of that world. Only then will we have a common foundation for our discussions."

This makes a lot of sense, but it does nothing to help Qingming in his current situation.

Wei Yuan gently reminded him, "Uncle-Master, there are still the Witch Clan members outside..."

Yu Zhizhuo chuckled and said, "I know, you'll get your share. I already have an idea, I'll get started as soon as I get back, and you should be able to see it by tonight."

Wei Yuan was overjoyed and quickly said, "Thank you, Martial Uncle!"

Yu Zhizhuo turned to Zhang Sheng and said earnestly, "Junior Brother Zhang, I have recently acquired some good items, and I need your help."

Zhang Sheng said expressionlessly, "It's only right to reciprocate."
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Deep within a palace in the Northern Witch Domain, Sacred Heart and another Great Witch sat at the head of the table, with a row of Great Witches standing below them.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn. The great shaman sitting next to the Holy Heart was just a swirling red mist, and nothing could be seen at the core of it, except that layers of red leaves were falling around his body.

The Emperor looked down from his high position, his gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by majesty. He asked slowly, "How many troops have you amassed? Why haven't you attacked yet?"

One of the great shamans said, "We have already tested the waters once, but the defenses of the realm are beyond our expectations, and we have suffered heavy losses. We have now assembled 100,000 troops, but it is not enough. We will need more great shamans to join the fight."

"One hundred thousand is not enough, then what use are you!" Shengxin's voice turned stern.

The Great Shaman below said, "We can win a battle, but we'll likely suffer more than half our casualties. I don't think it's necessary to fight at this time. If the Western Jin takes advantage of the situation and launches a pincer attack, we'll probably be in dire straits."

Saint Heart's face darkened, seemingly surprised that the other party would refuse him so decisively. At this moment, the Great Shaman beside him said slowly, "Lord Saint Heart is focused on cultivation and has little experience in military campaigns. It would be best to listen to the generals at the front in this matter."

Saint Heart coldly said, "Lord Red Leaf, the generals at the front are nothing more than your mouthpieces. Why don't you just tell me to listen to you directly?"

Hongye sighed and said, "We each serve our own masters, why must we do this?"

A yellow vertical line gradually lit up between Shengxin's brows. She said, "The Spirit Embryo is the most important matter for the entire Witch Clan, yet you only consider the casualties of your own tribe. Fine, aren't you most afraid of your subordinates dying? Then you'd better watch closely!"

A beam of yellow light suddenly shot out from between his eyebrows and landed on the great shaman below! The great shaman's astonishment was all on his face, and his body was quickly stained yellow from head to toe. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a sand sculpture and then turned into a pile of sand on the hall.

"What are you doing?" Hongye was caught off guard, both shocked and furious.

The vertical lines between Shengxin's brows disappeared, and he calmly said, "I want to see what that human is hiding. What you need to do is break through his shell for me. Once I see that thing, I will no longer care about you. Now you have two choices: either die on the battlefield or die by my hand."

Hongye angrily retorted, "You want to start a war?"

"I'm available anytime." The Holy Heart rose and left the main hall.

(End of this chapter)