Wet viviparity

Chapter 688 Disruption, Immortal Toad Lord
In the southern part of the country, since World War II, there has been no sustained and sensational news except for the elusive masters of the fifth realm of the fetus, who occasionally come into the world to exorcise ghosts and monsters, or fight each other across the air due to old grudges.

The decree issued by Yanxu in Shushi Cave on Hemingfang Mountain in Guhezhou was one of the most sensational events in recent years.

However, at a time when everyone was paying attention, and countless side sects, demons and ghosts, as well as cultivators at home and abroad, were denouncing the tyranny of the Taiping Mountain Immortal, the news of Fu Beigong's sudden death was like a giant mountain falling into the sea, causing huge waves.

In the Five Immortals Sect, the news about Fu Beigong was like a thunderbolt from a god. For a moment, the disciples in the sect were speechless. The panic at this moment made the previous hatred of the enemy more prominent, just like some bizarre dream.

Wang Chan, the former traitor of the Zhenling Sect, now the direct disciple of Master Xianchan and an immortal in the Five Immortals Sect, clearly remembered the scene when his master heard the tragic news.

It was at a small banquet. Master Xianchan Gong invited the masters of the three caves under Xuanshi Village, namely King Yin'e of Xiepen Cave, Madam Qiyun of Guimu Cave, and Master Dajian of Baoxiang Cave. In addition, there was a close friend, Master Wuyuan of Xianyuan Cave in Sushi Village.

The rest of the practitioners from the South Sea and the South Wilderness, as well as those in the mountains, all had great masters come to the banquet. It can be said that all the Taoists were present and every seat was filled.

That is to say, Lord Immortal Toad likes quietness by nature, and he does not want to invite those ignorant monks to fill in the numbers and spoil the standard of this small banquet. Otherwise, the momentum and impact of this banquet could be even greater.

Wang Chan still remembered that his master had convinced the Yin'e King and Master Wuyuan, who had been living in seclusion and able to judge good and bad luck, over a few cups of tea and wine at the small banquet, and they would help each other in the future.

During the banquet, under the moonlight, there was a decree to make rain fall.

This decree came from the Moon Palace, and the Thunder Department sent generals to bring rain. The drought in the mountains for several months was about to end in an instant, and the method of the immortal seemed to be a joke. All the disciples in the sect were so proud that they got carried away and ridiculed him.

Even Wang Chan was excited for a moment. He admired his master's generosity in turning the situation around, and he also felt that the depression in his heart had been greatly relieved, as if the clouds had been cleared and the sun had appeared.

There was no way. As early as World War II, he was aware of the huge gap between himself and Lingxuzi.

Although he had also reached the fourth realm, he was no longer on the same level as the other party. Only those disciples in the sect who were below the third realm were brainwashed by the sect's words and believed that Lingxuzi was just a paper tiger who bullied others by taking advantage of his power.

Unfortunately, the joy at this small banquet did not last long.

At the small banquet, a beloved disciple of Lady Huansha rushed in in a panic. He looked pale and tried to remain calm, but he was still shaking uncontrollably. He and his master realized that there would be bad news.

At that time, the master asked him to comfort the man and take him to another place for a talk.

He can still clearly recall every detail of that moment. The disciple choked up and covered his mouth tightly. He waited until the master finished hosting the banquet and met him in person before he told him the bad news.

After hearing about Fu Beigong's death, the master stared into the distance and did not speak for a long time.

After this incident, Master Xianchan blocked the bad news, but somehow, the news still spread in the sect, and it was Niang Huansha who spread it herself, and she also called on the disciples in the sect to return to the right path, repent of their past, and atone for their sins as soon as possible.

Because of Lady Huansha, the sect began to split into two factions.

Fortunately, the master, Xianchan Gong, acted in time and displayed his supreme magic power. He fought with Niang Huansha and firmly suppressed her, ordering her to retreat in the spiritual house, thus stopping the internal strife in the sect.

Afterwards, the master made extensive investigations and confirmed that Fu Beigong had indeed attacked Yanxu Mountain together with Niangniang Huansha, and that Fu Beigong had indeed died at the hands of Lingxuzi. However, the events in between could not be investigated in detail, and Niangniang Huansha was unwilling to elaborate.

After verifying this point, Master Xianchan Gong did not continue to waste his energy on this matter.

It took only two or three days, and the master seemed to have changed his attitude. He ordered him to go to Chaogou Mountain and accompany Wen Daoyu from Heguan to retrieve the treasure left by Fubeigong from the spiritual cave in the mountains.

Wen Daoyu and his Taoist companion Huang Ling came here together to go to Mount Gou.

Revisiting his old place in the mountains, Wen Daoyu was filled with emotion. What made him even more emotional was his own senior brother, whom he seemed to be no match for.

When Wen Daoyu was sighing, Huang Lingzi reminded him: "Yulang, Senior Brother Lingxu's mission is important, let's get the treasure quickly to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Wen Daoyu laughed. His Taoist partner Huang Ling was from the Tianteng Mountain lineage, which could be considered a direct descendant. In the past, she was still very ambitious and unwilling to be inferior to others. She joined him in forming alliances with fellow disciples from the Tianteng Mountain in the Southern Wilderness, strengthening the Leihuo Temple in the Qingtong Mountain, and wholeheartedly seeking to establish a party or faction within the He Temple.

Huang Ling suffered several losses in Heguan due to the skill of Rat Sifen's luring. Later, at the Danluan Goddess of Tianteng Mountain, she heard about Senior Brother Lingxu hosting a banquet at Tonghua Palace, and realized the high level of Senior Brother, so she restrained her edge and gradually obeyed his orders.

After this big event happened, Huang Ling was very glad that he had formed a clique in the temple and had fought with Shu Si without breaking up. In the end, he did not lose his mind and hinder the overall situation of Senior Brother Lingxu.

Huang Ling was talking quickly when she saw Wen Daoyu's mischievous expression. She was slightly annoyed and patted him lightly. "Over the years, you have allowed me to form a clique in the temple and did not interfere. I thought you were just practicing and studying magic, hoping to catch up with me!"

"That's true."

Wen Daoyu admitted generously, "I have this intention, and my senior brother also knows that I have this intention and can tolerate it. From the day we established Leihuo Temple, you should have understood my senior brother's open-minded heart.

I have devoted myself to cultivation over the years, endured loneliness, and even cultivated the Bright Light Thunder, just to compete with my senior brother, but I also understand that I am just competing with myself more. "

Huang Ling saw that Wen Daoyu looked a little disappointed, so she talked about another matter, "Little Shougu sent a letter to Senior Brother Lingxu from that fairyland a while ago, and also sent me a letter. You are not the most fond of fairyland, so Little Shougu talked about the mysterious scenery of that place in the letter, and I will tell you in detail another day."

"It's also good luck!"

Hearing the name Little Shougu, Wen Daoyu sighed and said, "Who would have thought that Shoutou, a casual cultivator from the South Sea in the past and a notorious woman, would have completed two incredible transformations in her identity in just a few months.

Senior brother's method is really impressive.

It's ridiculous that most of the disciples in the sect are stupid and foolish, and have no chance to see the mysterious methods of Senior Brother. Otherwise, even Master Li Zhu might not be able to suppress Senior Brother. "

Wen Daoyu and his wife did not discuss this matter in detail. A cultivator had already arrived from outside Chaogou Mountain. It was Wang Chan from the Five Immortals Sect. The three of them simply bowed to each other and went to the damaged spirit cave.

Seeing this spiritual cave that was accidentally broken by Xun Shisanlang, Wen Daoyu actually felt a little grateful to the other party.

If this incident had not happened, after Senior Brother Lingxu tried his best to protect him when he was being judged in the sect's ancestral hall, he would not have been so quick to be ordered around by his Senior Brother. He might have been secretly plotting something.

After taking half a pot of the Poison Star Immortal Wine and the scorpion tail needle, Wang Chan couldn't help but ask, "Did your senior brother really kill Master Fubei alone?"

"Is there a difference?"

Wen Daoyu asked back, and without waiting for Wang Chan to reply, he left with Huang Ling.

Wang Chan smiled bitterly. In the eyes of the unorthodox sects and many evil spirits, there really was not much difference and it was not important. The most important thing was that Fu Beigong was dead and Lingxuzi was still alive and well.

The living are always more worthy of respect than the dead.

He couldn't help but think of his master, the Immortal Toad Lord, the atmosphere of solidarity he had carefully created within the sect, the several great demons and evil masters he had won over, and the rain-making decree he had obtained from the Moon Palace at the cost of a great favor. All of these would have to be replanned because of this incident.

It is rare to see thunderclouds gathering in the mountains.

The sky was as dark as ink, with leaden clouds hanging low, pressing heavily down on the withered mountains.

Suddenly, a long wind split the clouds and rushed down from the sky, stirring up scorched earth and dust, and howling like the wailing of thousands of ghosts.

Soon, one, two, and countless points of coldness fell from the depths of the darkness and struck the scorched rocks and cracked soil, like countless dots of light ink painted on the ground.

The rain was sparse at first, then gradually became dense, and finally became thousands of silver threads, jingling continuously, weaving a misty curtain of water between heaven and earth. The scorching sun disappeared, and only the sound of rain remained, washing away the dust and drought that had accumulated for months.

On a sacred mountain of the Five Immortals Sect, Immortal Toad Lord remained silent after hearing the bad news. He looked at the cracked and scorched earth outside the mountain greedily sucking up the rain, and the deep ravines gradually closed up. In his hand, he tightly grasped the rain-making decree that had not yet been sent to the Thunder Department.

"What a great Lingxuzi, what a great Taoist master."

(End of this chapter)