Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Time: Seven days after Xu met with the Emperor.

At noon,

In a magnificent hall in the center of Suiye City, the third emergency meeting of the Cultivation Alliance was taking place.

The meeting was almost coming to an end.

Just like the previous two times, Xu Zhiqiu was also present.

Although all the attendees at the meeting were middle and senior management within the alliance, he was the one who brought back this earth-shattering news, so naturally he was indispensable.

"Everyone……"

A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes stood in the center of the hall and looked around at everyone. He saw that more than a hundred people present were either drinking tea from cups or resting with their eyes closed. The atmosphere was a bit dull and boring.

Wang Zifu's face froze slightly, he glanced back at the expressionless Xu Zhiqiu, then turned his head and said:

"We've said everything that needs to be said. It's time for the final part. Just like the last two times, everyone should express their opinions. Just say whatever you want. It's also a good way to pool ideas."

The scene was still dull.

Perhaps it was because the meeting lasted for an hour or so and everyone's attention was a little distracted.

It was not until Wang Zifu looked around three times with his yellow eyes that the leader of a second-tier sect in the alliance stood up.

"Then let me say a few words."

The man was a skinny guy, looked to be in his fifties, with a goatee.

Xu Zhiqiu was completely unfamiliar with this face, so it was obvious that this person was not his registered disciple who had taught him martial arts in the past.

"As for the epidemic of demonic possession, it is all thanks to..."

He bowed to Xu Zhiqiu who was sitting in the upper seat, smiling:
"Thanks to Sect Leader Xu's magical powers, otherwise I'm afraid that all the sects in the alliance would have suffered a certain number of casualties."

Although Xu is now a layman, many people are used to calling him that and can't stop.

"But now that this disaster is over, let's just treat it as a random accident. There's no need to force ourselves to look to a bigger or more mysterious crisis. After all, we still have to look forward to the future."

"I think that the so-called coming of the descendants of God... I'm afraid, I'm afraid there is still some strong evidence. How can we let everyone..."

As the man spoke, he glanced at Xu's face and saw that his expression was calm at first, but then seemed to be a little depressed. He quickly tried to make up for it:
"Uh... Of course! This is also out of our respect for Master Xu. If it were someone else in the world, I'm afraid they wouldn't have the power to summon everyone to come from thousands of miles away to hold these three meetings with just one sentence... Hehe... Hehe..."

He spoke in a rather long-winded manner, and Wang Zifu pressed his hand to signal him to sit down, and his expression looked a little unhappy.

How could he not hear the hidden meaning in these words?
Everyone present had a consensus that it was nothing more than "accompanying the prince to study."

Xu Zhiqiu had listened to most of it all morning, so he stood up and said:

"The soup is boiling in the pot, go ahead."

He made up an excuse and walked out of the hall without paying any attention to anyone.

"Hey, Master Xu..."

Everyone stood up and left their seats, looking at each other.

Wang Zifu's face was gloomy, and he said to everyone:

"I want to remind you all, whether you believe it or not, when this calamity comes, no one can escape unscathed!"

Someone said disdainfully: "Hey, you just pick out weird things to say..."

Wang Zifu's expression became even uglier, and he waved his hand:
"The meeting is dismissed!"

"Will it be open tomorrow?" someone asked lazily.

"awaiting notice!"

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After leaving the hall, Wang Zifu jogged to catch up with Xu Zhiqiu.

He was so big and heavy, weighing nearly 300 pounds, that even a cultivator would be so tired that his face turned red and his neck became thick.

"Master! Master, take care!"

Xu Zhiqiu put his hands in his sleeves and turned around to wait for him when he heard the voice.

"Master Xu... He, they are a bunch of people who won't release their eagles until they see the rabbit... You, you should not take it to heart."

Seeing the trembling flesh on his face and the awkward look on his face, Xu Zhiqiu shook his head.

"I can understand that. After all, this is a life-threatening business, and everyone would be cautious. And without strong evidence, it would be too weak to convince them with just my eloquence."

Eye-catching rhetoric like "the end of the world" can usually only fool young people who are worried about gains and losses.

Everyone present was older, and the old hands were used to questioning first, watching, and weighing the pros and cons.

Unless he was stabbed by a knife, he would never trust anyone, even if that person had immense prestige.

"Zi Fu, I know you've put a lot of effort into this matter these past two days. Thank you for your hard work."

"I am ashamed, disciple."

Wang Zifu shook his head and smiled bitterly.

In terms of the composition of the alliance today, the sects that joined later outnumber the "original shareholders" by nearly an order of magnitude.

Especially after the battle with the Beast God, the number of people joining the alliance increased dramatically again, reaching nearly 100,000.

When there are many people, there are many mouths talking.

In particular, the appointment and removal of middle and senior management of the alliance still adopts the system of term rotation, which is intended to be fair and democratic and to avoid class solidification within the alliance.

But as the alliance progresses,

However, the right to speak of Wang Zifu and his classmates gradually became less and less.

Looking back now, I don’t know whether it is good or bad.

Xu Zhiqiu suddenly laughed and said:
"In fact, you guys have been giving me face by accompanying me for these three days."

"And Zifu, tell me the truth, I'm afraid even you yourself have some doubts about this matter, right?"

"Master Xu...I..." Wang Zifu was speechless for a moment.

Xu shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't need to explain, and continued:
"In any case, you will have to work harder to unite people's hearts. I have other important matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, Xu Zhiqiu stepped forward and was already ten feet away, then disappeared without a trace.

Wang Zifu opened his mouth, but only had time to reply:
"Disciple...disciple will do his best!"

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On the way back to Kanglong Peak, Xu Zhiqiu was still upset.

He has been thinking a lot these days.

As the largest and most influential cultivation organization in the world today, the Alliance's weight can undoubtedly play a decisive role.

For example, regarding the integration of human monks, as long as the alliance's thoughts are unified, the rest of the coordination between the righteous and evil forces will be much easier.

Now the great calamity of the descendants of gods is approaching, and the threat it poses is far greater than the previous rebellion of the beast gods.

This is no longer something that can be accomplished by Xu Zhiqiu alone, or by the 311 Sect alone.

It is estimated that even if all the cultivators who can fight in the world today were integrated, they might not be able to compete.

To be honest, he didn't expect that the first problem he would face after announcing the news would be how to convince people.

The incident of a group going astray is obviously not enough to arouse their vigilance.

As for this group of people who only care about eating and not being beaten, Xu Zhiqiu guessed that only when the knife really cuts them will they feel the pain and believe it?

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Upper bound,

The land of Hongmeng.

In the eastern corner of this continent lies the residence of the Chenhuang lineage among the six branches of the gods, which is called Xihuang City.

This city is over a thousand miles long from north to south. It was built after the ancient gods migrated from the human world to the upper world. It took a thousand years to build. It is also the largest city in the entire Hongmeng land.

Due to the exaggerated scope of this city, there are even continuous mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in the city, which can be described as luxurious.

The road network in the city is also well-connected, and the buildings are magnificent and grand, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairy palace. In the middle of the city, there is a huge stone building that is so grand and majestic that it almost accounts for one-eighth of the entire city.

This building is quite strange because its base is actually a piece of tree root, and its length and width cover an area of ​​at least 100 miles.

The roots of this tree are so thick and wide that they are even thicker than the Jianmu trees on earth that support the treasure house of the Emperor of Heaven.

About a thousand feet above the base of the tree is the main building made of huge rocks that rise straight up.

Looking at it as a whole, it looks like a spire, with the spire pointing straight upwards and reaching a height of ten thousand feet.

At the top of the building, which is the spire, a blue light pattern is suspended in the void above.

Looking closely, there are rows of stars on the picture, the Southern Dipper and the Northern Dipper, slowly spinning counterclockwise.

A thin curtain of light was cast at the edge, which was almost indistinguishable when you were close, and only became clear when you were far away.

It was like an upside-down cover, enveloping the entire Xihuang City.

From a distance, the city has majestic buildings, lush vegetation, and abundant spiritual energy, comparable to a paradise on earth.

In sharp contrast, outside the coverage of this star map, that is, the area outside the city is a barren wilderness with no grass.

The Hongmeng land is lacking in spiritual energy. As a place of exile in a sense, it is naturally not as fertile as the nine provinces in the human world.

But the more difficult the conditions are, the more they force people to find solutions.

There are quite a few talented people among the descendants of Emperor Chen, who actually came up with the idea of ​​collecting the power of the stars in the universe and mediating the creation of nature.

Transform the power of the stars in the sky into the natural spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and set up a very large-scale barrier as a comfortable living area.

Over the past ten thousand years, there has even been a way of practicing fighting techniques by using the power of the stars in the sky.

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A quiet little courtyard.

Jin Ping'er was bored, so she leaned on the table with her chin propped up by her elbows.

I looked out the window at the changing star map above the city to pass the time.

This is an elegantly decorated women's boudoir.

Steam was rising from behind the screen, and four maids were busy around the bathtub.

After a while, four beautiful maids came out from behind the screen.

"Miss, everything is ready. Please let the servants help you bathe."

Jin Ping'er glanced away indifferently.
The basket carried by the first maid was filled with brightly colored petals;

The second maid held in her hands a gorgeous silk gown woven with gold;

The third maid held a jade cup in her hand;
The fourth maid held an antique bronze mirror in her hand;
"Oh."

Jin Ping'er did not refuse, and her face even looked a little numb.

She let the maids serve her and take off her clothes one by one, revealing her smooth body.

She tested the water temperature with her pink toes, and when it was suitable, she stepped into the bathtub like a mermaid.

Feeling the warm and fragrant soup flooding your skin, it feels as if countless spiritual energy is drilling into your pores.

Jin Ping'er simply closed her eyes and enjoyed herself peacefully.

A maid beside her slowly sprinkled flower petals into the bucket, like colorful rain.

There were also maids who poured jade cups into the bathtub, but what came out was deep red blood.

But the blood not only did not have a trace of fishy smell, but instead had a faint fragrance.

As the blood and the fragrant soup merged, Jin Ping'er felt as if a faint burning sensation was drilling into her pores.

Although there is some discomfort, it is still bearable.

During the time she was detained, she bathed like this every day.

I was a little resistant at first, but I got used to it over time.

She was very clear-headed. Since she was powerless to struggle, she should just accept her fate.

As the soaking continued, the previous discomfort gradually subsided and she felt comfortable instead.

He groaned in a trance.

A maid placed a bronze mirror in front of her and she looked at her face in the mirror.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but it seems a little clearer than yesterday.

"After all, you were born and raised in the fertile soil of Kyushu. Your skin is so delicate and tender."

A maid gently stroked her snow-white neck, expressing her genuine envy.

Jin Ping'er smiled faintly:
"Sisters, please don't tease me. We are all sisters from the same race. Why should we compare who is superior and who is inferior?"

Speaking of humans and descendants of gods, there is actually almost no difference between them in appearance.

After all, when the goddess Nuwa created humans out of clay, legend has it that she molded them in her own image.

The descendants of gods were born from the great god Fuxi, and these two gods are brother and sister from the same mother.

Perhaps when Nuwa created humans, she also referred a lot to the appearance of the descendants of gods.

But these four maids are not descendants of gods.

They are the mixed-race descendants who were brought to the Hongmeng land by the descendants of gods.

Due to the low concentration of the divine blood in our ancestors' bodies, it has been diluted through reproduction from generation to generation for thousands of years, and now is no different from ordinary humans.

In addition, her spiritual core was taken away, so she could no longer practice and was reduced to a lowly maid.

During this time, Jin Ping'er has been exposed to new knowledge every day.

Gradually, she also gained a general understanding of the God-descended race.

It was not that she was unable to guess why she was taken to the upper realm.

Therefore, I am always concerned about the underworld.

At this moment, a bell rang outside the boudoir.

Upon hearing the voice, the four maids stepped aside and stood respectfully.

A curvy, silver-haired woman wearing cool armor walked into the room.

The woman spoke in a cold voice, and said only five short words to Jin Ping'er:
"The elder wants to see you."

Jin Ping'er silently looked into the eyes of this divine woman who was a descendant of Emperor Chen.

Her charming golden pupils reminded Jin Ping'er of Xu Zhiqiu's appearance when he used his golden eyes.

"Oh."

The woman from Chenhuang was quite patient and waited quietly for Jin Ping'er to finish washing and dressing and put on her gorgeous silk dress.

The stunning beauty after she was dressed up made the four maids unable to take their eyes away, but the silver-haired woman turned a blind eye.

She led Jin Ping'er out of the courtyard, where a mighty and handsome warhorse wearing armor was waiting outside.

She and Jin Ping'er rode on the same horse. The horse's hooves kicked up into the air, carrying the two of them into the air and heading towards the main building.

After a moment, the warhorse climbed up to a height of thousands feet and arrived at the top of the tower.

Under the map of the celestial stars, there is a majestic palace.

After getting off the horse and entering the hall, the silver-haired woman led her through twists and turns, through corridors paved with black stones, and finally arrived at the inner hall after a while.

However, before entering the door, Jin Ping'er heard several voices talking from afar -

"Although the cultivation of Taoism is flourishing in the human world today, it has not developed much compared to the reign of Emperor Jun ten thousand years ago. Now, under that celestial being, there are only a handful of cultivators in the human world who are worthy of being called 'troublesome' to us, in my opinion."

"Moreover, two of them have a close relationship with my descendants of God. One is a descendant of Jiuli, and the other is a descendant of Lieshan. Who knows, we may be able to turn them over when the time comes."

"By then, it will be difficult for that one man to do it alone, so we can accomplish the feat in one fell swoop." (End of this chapter)