The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 158: Clan and Family

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Since the Dongzhou conquest incident, many unknown bandits and even evil cultivators suddenly emerged in the East China Sea.

However, Hun Tian Da Peng - Jin Fengzi volunteered to serve as a Taoist official. With Jin Fengzi at the level of a great wizard and many Feng Dao monks as patrol supervisors, few bandits or evil cultivators dared to be too active.

Even a small overseas sect with a magician in charge could not withstand the golden light of the Big Peng Eagle, as well as its Sky Peng Claw and Golden Wind Blade!

Whenever he travels, he is surrounded by Fuyao Fengxiu and no one is afraid of him when he roams the sea. Except for the occasional encounter with the escaping light of a True Lord, Jin Fengzi would restrain his breath and squat obediently aside.

Instead, he found the same thrill he had when he roamed the wilderness. No, it was even more crazy than before. He roamed across the East China Sea with the light of the True Lord passing by from time to time.

It’s so exciting!
Of course, there are also bad times, like now:

Hun Tian Da Peng wantonly transformed into a demonic form on the sea, revealing a violent aura, which made an unknown True Lord passing by displeased. He slapped him off the island twice and then left...

On the surface, there doesn't seem to be much change in the various regions of the East China Sea!
But at this time in the Tokai Dojo.

Long ring fairy path.

A group of uninvited guests arrived.

The vassal monks of the Yuan family in the Penglai Thousand Islands put in a lot of effort and cleaned up the tens of thousands of miles of sea.

At the same time, the foreign True Spirit families began to settle down one by one. There were seven families in Penglai Thousand Islands alone, namely Bifang, Tengshe, Qingluan, Fengdie...

There is a slight gap between the cultivation methods of these noble families and those of Kyushu. It is rumored that the Netherworld was originally a fragment of the ancient world, and the people in the Netherworld are born with their own true spirits. They use the true spirit methods to assist in their cultivation, which is 30% faster than alchemy and Qi training, and they have all kinds of incredible magical powers.

The method of cultivation should be similar to the path of spiritual (demon) immortals!

At this time, the Central Penglai Taoist Temple finally had some time, and the cultivators there boarded three treasure ships and transported the group of enslaved and controlled Immortal Puppet Sect members and their large number of strange-looking puppets to the Changhuan Immortal Island.

At first, the leader of the Silver Armor Taoist Camp was frightened and thought that Dongzhou had instigated the Immortal Puppet Sect to take action.
Only after a tense challenge, he was brought before Wu Yong.

"Oh? What does Yuan Daoguan mean?"

Wu Yong looked at the nearly one hundred members of the Xiankui Sect on the three spirit boats. Among them, there were nearly thirty second-level puppeteers, which could be said to be an elite group.

"The master once said that even though the martial arts official has obtained the precious inheritance of the Immortal Puppet lineage, he may not be able to control it. It is better to give this puppet slave army to the Taoist official so that they can shine and make a difference."

"Who knows, will the Immortal Puppet Orthodoxy be re-established in the East China Sea?"

The great wizard of the central temple smiled.

The losses were quite severe. All the cultivators in the Central Penglai Taoist Temple suffered a great loss at the hands of the Immortal Puppet Sect. They surrendered to Yunmeng and could not move.

This great wizard even directly and privately encouraged Wu Yong to use this group of Immortal Puppet disciples and the Great Demon Puppet to establish another Immortal Puppet sect.

Isn’t this a plan to wipe out the entire family?
"The Yuan family is a first-class upper clan, and they are just a battalion of slave soldiers, which is nothing."

"My master and the Taoist priest were both injured by the domineering Jing family. They are also comrades of the Five Officials, so naturally they share the same hatred and enemy."

"If there is any trouble in Dongzhou or the East China Sea in the future, please let me know about Penglai Thousand Islands!"

"This slave army has been restricted in their souls. The Taoist only needs to..."

The great wizard of the Yuan family handed all the talismans of the slave army's restrictions and control to Wu Yong while chatting and laughing. After the gentleman's agreement, he turned around and left without any delay.

It is expected that there will be a lot of exchanges in the future to enhance the friendship between the two families.

But this battalion of puppet master slaves is a real big deal.

The art of puppet taming is rare in Jiuzhou, and there are more than thirty sorcerers. Just controlling them with the top-grade slave restrictions would cost more than tens of millions of Daozhu.

Is this the work of a first-class family? Too luxurious.

Holding the scroll of talismans, Wu Yong called Wu Fengdao over.

Looking at the hundreds of puppet masters below and the nearly a thousand puppets behind them, Wu Yong thought in his mind that the vassal army could be supported without spending any Taoist salary, so there was no need to worry about any treatment for the vassal army.

But being a puppeteer is a very costly profession!
This coming and going means there are more than a hundred more mouths crying for food.

"Old Taoist priest, come and see the immortal puppet disciples employed by the Yuan family, the top-grade slave purple talismans, and the talisman books of the best magic weapon level."

"Didn't you use the Soul Binding Talisman to control thousands of demon soldiers before? Think about it!"

Wu Yong handed the talisman to the strong old Taoist who was carrying a quiver on his back. Ever since he got the precious bow, the old Taoist has been practicing archery, qigong and body movements day and night. His muscular body is even more muscular than that of the strong men in the Taoist camp.

Taoist Wu Feng took the talisman book carefully, fearing that it would break into pieces. This talisman book was too valuable. After all, a purple talisman was sold for hundreds of thousands of Dao baht on the black market.

"Master, there is no problem. It is indeed a top-grade product. It can be used without any problem."

The old Taoist looked left and right, and finally confirmed that this camp of slave soldiers had at least no problems with the restrictions.

"Well, you should train them first." "It's too much to demote all the cultivators and seekers of the Tao to a slave camp. Change them to a vassal army. They won't receive any salary, but they will get a small share of the profits from each battle. They will also be allowed to have their own mustard seed bags and private property."

"I allow your descendants not to join the vassal army, but you must serve me well. Now that the Immortal Puppet's most precious treasure, the Great Heavenly Demon Puppet, is in my hands, who knows, in the future you will be the orthodox Immortal Puppet?"

Wu Yong patted Taoist Wu Feng's shoulder gently, and handed Jiang's camp of servants over to him for supervision. He then made a promise to the group of rather numb servants below before turning around and leaving.

At this time, a rather bold puppet master spoke up:

"Is what the Taoist said true?"

"We are allowed to have ring bags and...private property?"

The Central Penglai Taoist Temple and the Immortal Puppet have a life-and-death feud, and this Taoist official is obviously much gentler than that one.

"Of course, the vassal army has no Dao Lu, but it will not deprive you of your dignity. How can you practice if your Dao heart is broken? If you don't make progress in your practice, who will fight for me in the future?"

"As for the others you have, you also have them."

"Just think of it as you were defeated in the war and were eventually forced to join a rather oppressive evil sect. Isn't that more acceptable?"

Wu Yong turned around and chuckled at the puppet masters, then his figure flashed and disappeared into the distance.

"Evil sect?"

"The evil sect is good, I like the evil sect!"

As soon as Wu Yong left, the cultivators of the Immortal Puppet lineage immediately became excited.

The Taoist priest looked nice and very friendly.

I said it, puppet masters like him are at least a niche profession among the hundred arts, and they can still make a cameo appearance to repair formations, flying boats, treasure ships, and general magical instruments!
You won’t become cannon fodder for the slave army.

After the Taoist official made the promise with a smile, most of the sorcerer-level puppeteers looked at each other and felt relieved.

At least they don’t have to worry about serving the Yuan family, who have a blood feud with them!

Just as that Taoist said, at worst, I can just think of myself as joining another evil sect that oppresses people...

Most of the puppet master's servants here cooperated with Taoist Wu Feng to arrange a place for them.

But this group of puppet masters are really weird. Some are half human and half puppet; some have puppets hanging all over their bodies; some are holding life-size female puppets; some are crying and laughing at the air around them, talking to themselves; some are so crazy that they always praise the Heavenly Venerable and kowtow in front of a puppet statue with three heads and ten eyes.

Taoist Wu Feng was frightened by this. With a bitter face, he led this group of puppet masters to find a training ground or palace to place them, muttering in his heart:

"These guys are really creepy. I need Cui Yaer to give me some inspiration so that I don't get stained with anything dirty!"

"I heard that several warriors in the Taoist camp are now thinking about the nightmare and the art of incantation. If it doesn't work, I, the Taoist priest, can also learn it?"

"You are such a rotten bunch, sir, you have caused me so much trouble..."

At this time, Wu Yong finally came out of retreat and sat at the head of the hall. After thinking for a moment, he took out two jade bottles nearly two feet high, which contained endless spiritual inspiration.

The power of the Wu family's main force is too weak, but apart from those old stewards who are half buried in the ground, the Wu family only has three great Gangsha masters. Taoist Wu Feng is an honest man, but his foundation is too shallow. Perhaps he can accumulate some experience before his death.

Wu Lie has accumulated enough and has gone halfway on the path of alchemy. Wu Xuan is a little behind, but he also has considerable hope.

He has now mastered the third-grade alchemy technique, and has also pushed the Wuling Divine Talisman to the fifth grade. He has already practiced two of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit. He only needs to make one more step forward in the Taoist military technique, and then he can become a great master with all three techniques.

In the past few thousand years, there have been very few people in Kyushu who have achieved success in all three ways of practicing!

Wu Yong also used tricks. He could master the external alchemy method quickly, and the magic talisman was not that quick but it was almost the same. Only the treasure of essence and the Taoist military method had to be carefully cultivated. He took the Taoist military method as the main trunk, and the magic talisman and the elixir as the branches. Only then could he practice the three methods together in a short period of time.

"But I only have six spiritual powers left. After all, they are not cultivated by me. He cannot control the mana gained from only one spiritual power and cannot easily form a pill. Should I really give it to Wu Lie and Wu Xuan to force their growth?"

Is it really necessary for Wu to do this?

Can you afford the spiritual needs of the three masters?
The Wu family is now in a deformed financial framework. A large amount of food is used to maintain the Donghai Daofu and Daoying, plus the needs of the Scorpion Spirit and Hun Tian Dapeng for cultivation, and the tributes required by the Three Evils every once in a while...

"Ok?"

Wu Yong suddenly shook his head, stroked his forehead, and sighed:
"Why am I so worried about gains and losses? Wu Lie has been protecting me in my cultivation since I was young, and Wu Xuan has been following me since I entered the human world. How can I be reluctant to give up Liudao Lingji?"

"If you don't have enough resources, then go and fight. I have suddenly got a great opportunity that only a top-class family can grasp. The stronger my family is, the more powerful I will be to conquer a large world!"

"The East Sea Dojo rarely uses so-called spiritual food and spiritual powder. For those below the third level, they only need to practice Qi, and can vigorously promote the use of spiritual pills..."

But he almost fell into the evil thoughts!
After all, the Fuyao Wu family is his most reassuring backer, and his second arm is the Huangtiandao Camp that he created, so he doesn't need to be too fussy about them.

Wu Yong put away the Yuanshi Spiritual Machine in his hand with a flash of thought, left the desk, took a few steps forward, pushed open the window of the hall, and looked through the distant view in the frame. In the boundless azure sky, a few blue birds flew by.

"After coming to the East Sea, I haven't been close to my clan for a long time. This is not good. I should go back!"

(End of this chapter)