The Wheel-Turning Master.

It's really sad to say that those who bravely tried to move forward died, while those who were trying to escape were still alive and well.

Earlier, when Jing Si retreated to the rear, he was bullied by the Yuanying elders of Jiuzha Mountain. After finally coming to the front line, he was valued by Jiang Xingchi for a few days, but his mentor was gone again.

"Brother Wumu, how many tricks does your master have?" Lin Bai grabbed Wumu Qian.

"No matter how many tricks I have, I can only survive. Otherwise, why would I come down the mountain to join you?" Wu Muqian sniffed, feeling particularly aggrieved.

"So, you came here to surrender on purpose?" Jiang Xiaobai looked at the wounds on Wumuqian's body in surprise.

The treatment for being captured alive and for surrendering voluntarily must be different.

"Of course!" Wu Muqian said.

"..." Lin Bai shook his head helplessly, "Then why did you run away when you saw me?"

"I'm afraid you can't stop yourself." Wu Muqian was considerate and smoothed it over.

There was no choice, so Lin Bai handed Wumuqian to Jiang Xiaobai and walked into the main hall of Songhe Mountain.

There were only six Yuanyings in the hall. Jiang Xingchi sat at the top, his hand supporting his forehead, as if he was thinking deeply about something.

Meng Shanhe closed his eyes, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

Zheng Yehe from Jiuyin Mountain had one arm broken and looked at Jiang Xingchi coldly.

Tianhuo City Lord Zhu looked quite good, looking at everyone with amusement.

Gu Zangsong of the Guyang School had a very dark face, as if he was suppressing his anger.

Petrified Jade was smiling, but his face was pale and he was obviously injured.

In addition, there are two golden elixirs, Yang Shu and Po Yunzi, who attended the meeting on behalf of Patriarch Yang and Yun Wujiu.

As for Du Jueming, he has not returned yet.

Lin Bai stepped forward, bowed, and stood obediently beside Yang Shu.

Soon, there was a noise outside the hall, and four people entered the hall together.

These four people are clearly Jing Situi of Jiuzha Mountain, Hua Yanling of Hehuan Sect, Ye Zhoudu of Qingxin Xuanmen and Xue Yunping of Xuyun Sect.

He is the descendant of the four Yuanyings who died in this battle.

The four men had pale faces, were all injured, and had confused looks in their eyes.

As the four of them entered the hall, they knelt down and looked at Jiang Xingchi.

"I am responsible for not thinking this through." Jiang Xingchi sighed, raised his sleeves to help the four people up, and said, "I promised before that as long as the heads of the various factions contribute to this battle, even if they die unexpectedly, their descendants will be protected by Qiaoshan for the rest of their lives."

The four golden pills trembled when they heard this, not knowing whether they could believe it, and even less knowing to what extent they could "protect" him. If Wanshou Mountain could not be taken, Qiaoshan would be in great trouble. Would they still be able to protect him?
"Thank you, senior." Si Jindan could only bow.

The rest of the Nascent Souls all looked at Jiang Xingchi, as if they wanted to see through Jiang Xingchi's thoughts.

Jiang Xingchi didn't care. He stepped forward, held Jing Situi's hand, and said, "Situi, you have the demeanor of an elder, and you have always been in charge of the affairs of Jiuzhe Mountain. Don't indulge in grief. I know Jiuzhe Mountain has many peaks. Don't worry, as long as I am here, Brother Lihuo's lineage will not be broken. After we take Wanshou Mountain and recover Zhouhui Mountain, you can return to Jiuzhe Mountain if you want. If you want to stay here, I will ask Brother Meng to allocate a piece of land for you to ensure your safety."

Jing Shitui immediately knelt down and called out "Ancestor".

"All right." Jiang Xingchi was extremely satisfied. "I've seen how well you've managed the affairs here these days. We really need you now. Take my token and go check the casualties everywhere, distribute supplies, stabilize the morale of the troops, and don't let any chaos happen."

Jing Si received the order and withdrew respectfully.

Jiang Xingchi looked at Hua Yanling and the other three and said, "The dead are gone, don't be sad. I promise to you on behalf of Qiaoshan that as long as Qiaoshan is still alive, I will never let the inheritance of your three sects be cut off."

The three of them felt a little relieved after receiving the personal assurance.

"The war is not over yet, and there are a lot of things to do. You should go and take care of your family affairs." Jiang Xingchi gave the order.

San Jindan bowed and saluted, then left.

The hall was quiet again.

"From the siege of Yuliu Mountain, to the assault on Black Wind Mountain, and to today." Zheng Yehe of Jiuyin Mountain sneered, "Jiang Xingchi, Jiuzha Mountain has been used by you many times, and you have sent out three Yuanyings in total. Yan Qingfeng died last time, and this time even the leader was killed. I wonder how Brother Jiang wants to use us next? How many times can you use us?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Yuanyings looked at Jiang Xingchi, except Meng Shanhe, who never opened his eyes. This was probably because all the old men in Zhou Huishan had been used up.

Jiang Xingchi remained silent.

"Old Jiang," City Lord Zhu of Tianhuo City also spoke up, "According to the previous discussion, you said that there is still a mysterious treasure protecting Wanshou Mountain, but its power is far less than the one at Black Wind Mountain. Now it seems that it is not the case. If we were not united, I am afraid that more people would die. But now there are four less people, and the long-legged fairy is unreliable. What should we do next?"

"Yes, five people died in Black Wind Mountain, and four more of our fellow practitioners died today. But why do all the people in your Qiaoshan have such good luck?" Gu Zangsong from the Guyang School stared at Jiang Xingchi.

Jiang Xingchi looked at Gu Zangsong, sized him up and down, and said, "Brother Dao, if you want to withdraw now, it's not too late. I will send you off on behalf of Qiaoshan."

The words were soft but as sharp as a knife. Gu Zangsong's face turned even darker. He stared at Jiang Xingchi, as if he was about to get angry at any time.

Jiang Xingchi smiled, turned his back to him, and said, "Sister Gu's favorite general Lin Zhuanlun said that we should not look at the battle report, but the battle line. This is exactly what I think! We were badly defeated in Black Wind Mountain, but we did take Black Wind Mountain and eliminated one of its legs. This battle was another big defeat, but the Wanshou Mountain formation no longer exists. Shoutian Pavilion is like a fish on the chopping block."

"That's made of our flesh and blood." Shi Huayu said with a smile.

"That's right!" Skyfire City Lord Zhu clapped his hands in agreement and asked, "Jiang Xingchi, why hasn't Xiang Wuhui come yet?"

"Brother, you must have other important matters to attend to." Jiang Xingchi said.

"But too many people have died now." Tianhuo City Lord Zhu sneered.

"The seventh-level blessed land is the foundation for ascending to heaven. If it can be obtained easily, why should I invite all of you senior brothers to come?" Jiang Xingchi said.

“Then what should we do? You said before that it would be so easy, but didn’t you want us to fight desperately so that Xiang Wuhui could get the chance?” Gu Zangsong of Guyang School was a little exasperated.

At this point, everyone is at the gambling table and has staked all their money. They can withdraw, but how can they be willing to do that after so much hard work and the deaths of so many people?

And since I besieged Shoutian Pavilion, I must be hated by them. When I recover in the future, or return as a spirit, I will eventually settle accounts with them.

Besides, if we retreat, the remaining people will take over Wanshou Mountain. Will they still want to use the blessed land in the future? Will the promise we made before still count?

"We besieged Wanshou Mountain to seek an opportunity to ascend to heaven and fairness. We don't want Shoutian Pavilion to monopolize it. My original intention was to sit down and talk, but the matter involves the great power, and they have always been arrogant. How can they talk to us? Only by hurting them can we make them talk." Jiang Xingchi said.

"Two Yuanying people died in Shoutian Pavilion, and nine of us died. Who is more painful?" Zheng Yehe from Jiuyin Mountain sneered.

"They are in more pain." Jiang Xingchi was very confident. "The Shoutian Pavilion came from the Northern Wilderness to migrate and save their species. All the people in Black Wind Mountain were slaughtered. Doesn't Kong Shu know that once Wanshou Mountain is destroyed, it will be the same story for Black Wind Mountain?"

"I've long said that Meng Shanhe is old and confused. If he massacres the people of Black Wind Mountain, won't all the living people of Wanshou Mountain want to fight to the death?" Shi Huayu suddenly spoke.

Meng Shanhe glanced at the petrified jade and said nothing more.

"We all know that Wanshou Mountain can be taken soon. How could Kong Shu not know that? What other means does he have? It is precisely because of the story of Black Wind Mountain that Kong Shu would think carefully. As long as there is a trustworthy middleman on both sides, everything can be discussed." Jiang Xingchi said with a smile.

"Now that Shoutian Pavilion has defeated us and their morale is high, how can we talk?" Zheng Yehe from Jiuyin Mountain sneered.

"Brother Zheng is right. It's indeed not easy to negotiate." Jiang Xingchi nodded in agreement, "But as long as we win a fair game, then it will be easy to negotiate."

"You still want us to fill in? Why doesn't Xiang Wuhui come?" Zheng Yehe said unhappily.

"Brother Jiang, if Brother Xiang doesn't come, how can we win fairly?" Shi Huayu asked.

Jiang Xingchi said nothing, but looked outside the hall.

Everyone looked over and saw a young girl walking in with a green fox in her arms.

The girl was about to bow, but she seemed to be frozen.

"I entered Wanshou Mountain as if I were strolling in a garden. The three Yuanyings of Shoutian Pavilion couldn't do anything to me. How could I be the general of a defeated army?" The fox closed his eyes, curled up in Xiuxiu's arms, and spoke lazily.

After hearing the auspicious words, no one in the Yuanying group said anything for a while.

"Jiang Xingchi, I heard that you deceived and killed several people again." The fox opened his eyes and glanced at the people in the hall.

"Don't laugh, fairy." Jiang Xingchi bowed.

The fox broke free from Xiuxiu's arms, jumped onto Yang Shu's head, then stepped on Lin Bai's head, and looked at Zheng Yehe.

"Yun Wujiu has been in seclusion for so many years, but he is getting further and further away from Lao Xiang. Old Zheng, why doesn't your Yin Wuqing show up? Is she hatching eggs at home?" the fox asked. Zheng Yehe smiled and ignored him.

"Could it be lost?" asked the fox again.

Zheng Yehe still ignored it.

"The fairy kept me waiting for a long time." Jiang Xingchi changed the subject.

"I'm afraid if I come too early, you'll trick me into fighting me to death," said the fox.

"The fairy is a carefree person, not suitable for fighting in battle." Jiang Xingchi smiled and shook his head, and said: "From Black Wind Mountain to Wanshou Mountain, countless people have died and injured. We kill to stop killing and to survive. Now it's time to talk. Shoutian Pavilion is about to be destroyed, but it is just a centipede, dead but not stiff, and it still needs a sharp blade to pierce its skin."

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, is your sharp blade Li Chenyu's?" Gu Zangsong asked.

Jiang Xingchi did not answer, but looked outside the hall with his hands behind his back. Wu Muqian walked in and immediately knelt down.

"Is your master well?" Jiang Xingchi asked.

"Master, how are you?" Wu Mu walked forward humbly and knelt on the ground again, "I am here to surrender today."

He said this while still kneeling on the ground, but he straightened his back, raised his head and cried, "Master has not yet used all his skills. Although he is older and injured, he has a secret medicine that can relieve his energy for a while! Senior, please pay more attention and don't lose your vigilance!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Nascent Souls in the hall became solemn.

"I understand." Jiang Xingchi was very calm. He looked around at everyone in the hall and said, "This battle is over. Please rest up for a while and prepare for the next day."

He looked at Lin Bai and said, "Lin Zhuanlun, go to Wanshou Mountain and tell him that Jiang hopes to meet Brother Kong in three days."

"Yes!" Lin Bai bowed and responded.

The fox lay on Lin Bai's head and said, "Wait for me."

A green light enveloped Lin Bai and headed straight towards Wanshou Mountain.

The formation of Wanshou Mountain has been broken. A green light is seen coming, and a golden light immediately follows.

Zou Mi frowned and said nothing, just stared at Lin Bai hatefully.

Lin Bai held the fox in his arms, bowed and said, "Senior Zou, Patriarch Jiang wants to invite Senior Kong from your sect to have a chat. The meeting will be in three days."

"Got it." Zou Mi replied coldly.

"Sister Zou," Fox said warmly, "Wanshou Mountain is going to be destroyed. Old Xiang has never been a good person, but he listens to me the most. I will say a few words to him when the time comes, and he won't dare to do anything wrong!"

Zou Mi sneered and said nothing.

"There are a lot of things in your secret storehouse. If you can lend me one, we can be a family in the future." The fox said again.

Seeing the fox taking advantage of the situation, Lin Bai also became excited.

"Wishful thinking!" said Zou Mi.

"..." The fox wagged its tail, not angry, "Come to me when you figure it out. I have a good reputation."

Seeing that the fox had failed, Lin Bai bowed again and returned to Songhe Mountain with the fox in his arms.

After reporting to Jiang Xingchi, Lin Bai wanted to say something to Xiuxiu, but Fox had already taken Xiuxiu and Huang Ruhua to Menghu Huludao.

After a day, the number of casualties in this battle was roughly calculated. More than 12,000 Qi training realm cultivators died, a small half of whom were frightened to death by the pressure of the Divine Transformation Realm, and some were killed when their flying boat capsized. The rest either died in battle or died due to lack of timely medical treatment.

As for the foundation-building cultivators, more than two hundred died, and seventeen Golden Core cultivators died.

In addition, there were countless people who were seriously injured.

As for Shoutian Pavilion, it should be better, but the casualties were definitely heavy.

Two days later, it was time to discuss the matter.

All the Yuanying gathered at the top of Songhe Mountain. Jiang Xingchi went to Wanshou Mountain alone, and Kong Shu also came out.

The two Yuanyings sat down on a blue stone between Songhe Mountain and Wanshou Mountain.

Jiang Xingchi was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, and his face was slightly pale, probably because his injuries had not yet healed.

Kong Shu was wearing grey linen clothes, his face was devoid of flesh and blood, his eyes were dull and cloudy, and he looked skinny and thin, as if he would fall if the wind blew.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Brother Kong has aged so much." Jiang Xingchi twirled his beard and asked, "How much of your life has Brother Kong spent on the Black Wind Mountain?"

"One breath is ten years." Kong Shu said with his eyes closed.

Jiang Xingchi thought briefly and said, "That's a hundred years."

“More than that.” Kong Shu shook his head slightly. “Once the magical power secret treasure came out, it was like a river breaking through a dam. The breach grew from small to large, and the water became more and more intense. In the blink of an eye, one hundred and seventy years of my lifespan was consumed.”

"Can this magical power still be used? Or can Fellow Daoist Zou and Fellow Daoist Chi use it?" Jiang Xingchi asked curiously.

"It needs the support of a secret treasure and the matching of forbidden techniques." Kong Shu opened his eyes, "Only I can use it."

“I see.” Jiang Xingchi smiled apologetically, “I am short-sighted and a mountain savage. I have never seen such power of the God of Transformation.”

"You have only imitated its form, but not its meaning. If the spirit comes in person, how can you escape?" Kong Shu said.

“The God of Transformation is here in person…” Jiang Xingchi looked at the Longevity Mountain with great yearning, then laughed and said, “When Gu Qingshan of my sect died, the Wood Demon came to pay tribute. I asked my senior brother to ask the Wood Demon to visit your sect and ask if it could use the blessed land to survive the calamity. At that time, your sect’s Patriarch Yuhu was still there, and the Wood Demon was not allowed to see him, so he could only discuss it with Xia Yufeng.”

"What conditions did Xiang Wuhui agree to?" Kong Shu asked.

"I made a promise to my senior brother. If it works, Qiaoshan and Shoutian Pavilion will become one in the future. If Qiaoshan survives, Shoutian Pavilion will survive."

Jiang Xingchi smiled and said, "But Xia Yufeng wants me to worship the Jade Pot Patriarch as my master, and serve as an envoy for two hundred years before I can climb the Wanshou Mountain. If this is successful, I will enter the Shoutian Pavilion as an elder, and then go to the Northern Wilderness to take orders."

"It's not too harsh." Kong Shu said.

"Brother Kong, if we enter the Northern Wilderness to fight, it will be tantamount to going to our death. How can it not be harsh?" Jiang Xingchi laughed bitterly, "We seek the truth, and although we are not afraid of life and death, treating others as slaves is contrary to the great way of seeking the truth from you, Brother. If you really kneel down, you will not be able to survive the catastrophe."

At this point, Jiang Xingchi was disdainful again, "Besides, Senior Brother Xiang has inherited a portion of the Taoist Master Wuxiang's legacy, so he is a disciple of the Taoist Master Wuxiang. Is Yu Huzi of your sect qualified to be his master?"

Kong Shu's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, staring at Jiang Xingchi, and said, "The people under the Taoist Wuxiang are being treated like dogs in Zhongzhou. How can Xiang Wuhui be called a disciple of the Taoist?"

"I am grateful for his kindness and yearn for him, so I am his disciple." Jiang Xingchi said.

Kong Shu sneered.

"People say that Senior Brother Xiang is overbearing, but in fact Senior Brother Xiang is the easiest to talk to." Jiang Xingchi was no longer angry with him, "Senior Brother Xiang said that your sect came here to survive, and we cannot kill everyone. So your sect can stay here, but the mortals must change their customs, and the number of cultivators who stay cannot exceed 5,000. Zou Chi and the other two can stay for a long time, but they must obey Zhou Huishan's orders."

Kong Shu couldn't help but laugh, and said, "So, if my Shoutian Pavilion's lineage doesn't exist, do I need to send most of the cultivators back to the Northern Wilderness?"

"This is the best way." Jiang Xingchi smiled and said, "Brother, what do you think?"

"What if I don't agree?" Kong Shu asked.

"That would be a lose-lose situation for both sides." Jiang Xing smiled easily, "But the conditions will have to be changed when we talk next time."

"As long as Xiang Wu doesn't come back, I won't leave." Kong Shu looked up at the sky, his old and dry face hung with two cloudy and dull eyes, as if he had infinite attachment to the world and the Great Dao. "I must take a look at what the people who can challenge the God of Transformation in the East China Sea look like."

"Brother Xiang is refining your sect's jade marrow, so he may not be able to rest." Jiang Xingchi smiled and said, "I know Brother Kong is very powerful. Even without the help of secret treasures and incarnation relics, he is unlikely to be an opponent. It's lonely to be high up, so I have invited a top person to help Brother Kong pass the time."

Upon hearing this, Kong Shu looked at Jiang Xingchi.

“Below the Nascent Soul stage, the difference between the same level is actually very small, and can be made up by magic, supernatural powers, and even experience. But once you achieve the Nascent Soul, the difference in realm is like a chasm.” Jiang Xingchi said seriously, “But in this world, there are people who ignore this chasm. People in the Qi training stage kill those in the foundation building stage, and those in the foundation building stage kill those in the golden elixir stage, as if it were as easy as taking something out of a bag.”

"Although I am not yet perfect, I am not far away." Kong Shu's expression was calm. "Chen Zhiyuan is only at the beginning stage, how can he compete with me who has mastered the Great Dao?"

"I asked Li Chenyu to go to Daoyin Sect with me to tell me about Brother Dao's ability. Chen Tianren said he has a 60% chance of winning." Jiang Xingchi looked up at Wanshou Mountain. "Chen Tianren is always modest. He said 60%, but I'm afraid it's 90%. Now Li Chenyu has sent me news that Chen Tianren has advanced to the middle stage."

"Sun Baopu's sword has an ancient flavor, the Taoist Lihuo holds the seal of Zhurong, and Yun Wujiu can transform all directions. How does Chen Zhiyuan compare to them?" Kong Shu asked.

"Sun Baopu can go up the mountain to pick tea, Lihuo Taoist can light the stove and make fire, Yun Wujiu can make tea to entertain guests. They are all mediocre people. How can they compare with Chen Tianren?" Jiang Xingchi said.

Kong Shu frowned upon hearing this. He was confused for a moment and could not tell whether Jiang Xingchi's words were true or not. (End of this chapter)