Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 499 Meeting a Fellow Countryman in a Foreign Land

Over the years, Master Kang had managed to make a rough guess about what could cause the Black Bone to move. It was roughly related to the mountain barbarian tribe that had been wiped out by the army led by the Silver Whip Prince Consort Shen Lingfeng.

Over the years, Kang Dabao has gathered a lot of information about the mountain barbarian tribe. Now, Kang Dabao is not only more capable than before, but also has the manpower and resources to provide. He also has a good relationship with sects like Wuweilou that specialize in selling information, so he has indeed obtained a lot of valuable information and items.

It is said that the body of the barbarian king of that mountain was taken into the Black Sand Peak of the Two Elements Sect and was refined into a bronze-armored corpse by Peng Daoren and another superior cultivator.
Another account states that the Ge family in Fengzhou also obtained a large number of mountain barbarian corpses in their early years to refine spirit zombies.

However, the Ge family of Fengzhou had moved from their ancestral home to Jingnan Prefecture many years ago and formed the Changning Sect with several other families, serving as the vanguard of the Liangyi Sect in their fight against the Chongming Sect.

Since the successor sect leader Ge Qinglan was killed by the sect leader Kang with a single halberd, the Changning Sect had long been torn apart. The Ge family of Fengzhou had also scattered in all directions. Some branches still retained some skills in refining zombies, but there were not a single true cultivator among them. It was clear that they had fallen into a terrible state.
Furthermore, He Degong has been very concerned about this matter over the years. His various caravans have inquired about the ruins of the mountain barbarians for Master Kang and have also collected a lot of evil magic weapons made from the flesh and bones of the mountain barbarian cultivators.

Kang Dabao had tried out these evil magical artifacts one by one with his Black Bone, but apart from a rosary made from the brow bones of a hundred mountain barbarian cultivators, the Black Bone had no interest in any of them.

That rosary was only comparable to the remains of a late-stage True Cultivator that Master Kang and the woman surnamed Qiang found in the tomb. It was far from being able to activate the third Immortal Seal.
As for the remaining prominent figures of the Ge family in Fengzhou who were Qi Refining cultivators, they were all found and tortured by the disciples of the Chongming Sect's Good Deeds Hall who were dispatched.

After a bloody massacre, they gained nothing.

Fengzhou is still the heartland of the Liangyi Sect, and Kang Dabao doesn't yet dare to venture into that dangerous territory.

Therefore, Master Kang thought that if he wanted to know the hiding place of the physical bodies of those mountain barbarians from the Ge family in Fengzhou, he should see if he could pay a higher price to buy some more accurate information from Wuwei Tower.

His family is now doing very well in Mugen Mountain, France, and their momentum is even beginning to overshadow the Chixin Sect, which has been established for thousands of years. Moreover, they have many more sources of information for selling their goods, so they should be able to help.

Even the two methods mentioned above were extremely troublesome for Sect Leader Kang himself, let alone plotting to obtain the bronze-armored corpse stored in the Black Sand Peak of the Two Elements Sect.

That was a ferocious demon comparable to a Golden Core cultivator. Even the powerful Fei family's Ying Shan army had to lose many lives to kill just one of them during their battle in Santing Prefecture.

Therefore, Kang Dabao has not paid much attention to Black Bone in recent years. After all, this treasure only occasionally spits out a cultivation technique from the Northern Night Palace for him to practice, but it does not bring any obvious benefits to his cultivation.

However, the most important thing for Sect Leader Kang now is to achieve the Core Formation as soon as possible.

You should know that even if we take a generous view, there are only a hundred or so true immortals in the Great Immortal Dynasty, and most of them are elusive and rarely involved in worldly affairs.

Therefore, the Golden Core cultivators below them are the backbone of this Immortal Dynasty, holding the power of life and death over the world.

If Kang Dabao were to form a Golden Core, he would be a prominent figure not only in Yunjiao Prefecture but also in Shannan Circuit and the capital region.

Objectively speaking, by then, the head of the Kang family will be able to interact with most family heads in the world on equal footing, and the Chongming Sect will no longer be simply described as a "small and insignificant family," but will be able to be considered respectable.

However, the fact that this journey with the Fei family uncle and nephew to this nameless canyon filled with malevolent energy was able to arouse Black Bone's strange behavior was an unexpected delight.

However, Sect Leader Kang was not carried away by his pride. He suddenly remembered that the actions of all the cultivators and those in the Bingliu prison could be clearly seen by the mirage screen used by the upper cultivators outside.

Upon reading this, Kang Dabao quickly suppressed the slight upturn of his lips. This Black Bone was of great importance, but the sect leader Kang's methods were not strong enough, which was why he had only managed to figure out a few of its mysteries.

In the eyes of those high-level cultivators, those so-called secrets recognized by the Great Master Kang might just be common knowledge anecdotes, nothing surprising.

If Black Bone falls into their hands, there is a very high probability that it will reveal its true form.

Fortunately, after Hei Gu deciphered the second immortal seal, he had established a slight bond with Sect Leader Kang. Therefore, at this moment, Kang Da Bao was still able to suppress him without making a sound.

Fei Nanyi and Fei Wanqing were unaware that the Great Master Kang was already experiencing a turbulent internal conflict. The former, with a somber face, scrutinized the foul atmosphere in the valley for a long while before frowning and saying:
"These villains are quite capable. They were already on their deathbeds and unlikely to survive when they were arrested by the Demon Suppression Bureau. But now, after a decade or two, they seem to be living quite comfortably."

Fei Nanyi finished speaking, then flicked his finger, summoning a gust of evil wind.

A spiritual light emanated from his five fingers as he kneaded the wisp of evil wind for a while, shaping it into a dark-colored pill. After that, a look of understanding appeared on his face.

"It's a variant of the Three-Flower Miasma. This guy's skill in cultivating miasma is quite profound; he's probably barely reached the third rank. Wanqing, do you have a way to break it?"

As he spoke, Fei Nanyi tossed the ink pellet in his hand to Fei Wanqing.

While on his bed, Kang Dabao could occasionally hear his wife praising his cousin Fei Wanqing. In his eyes, it was only a matter of time before Fei Wanqing achieved the Golden Core.

In addition, Fei Wanqing is well-versed in pharmacology, and at such a young age, she can already be considered a second-tier high-grade alchemist. Even the usually arrogant Luan Gongfeng has repeatedly praised her.

Following Fei Nanyi's movements, Sect Leader Kang turned his gaze to Fei Wanqing's curvaceous figure.

The latter took out a handkerchief to wrap it, inserted a gold needle to verify its authenticity, and then performed some calculations on a piece of plain silk before her delicate eyebrows relaxed and she said in a crisp voice:
“Uncle, after the Silver Whip Prince Consort led his army back to the capital, he ordered his personal general to write the ‘Travels of the Seven Southern Prefectures’ and widely distribute it to the capital region. Among them were the methods for dispelling several kinds of miasma that the Prince Consort encountered when he was pacifying the barbarians. The current gusts of evil mist are somewhat similar to the red blood plague clouds described in the travelogue.”

"Crimson Blood Plague Cloud?" The two people opposite her murmured at the same time. Without asking again if there was a solution, Fei Wanqing took action.

A layer of spiritual energy emanated from her hands, emitting a pleasant fragrance. She then took out several white pills that she had prepared beforehand from her storage bag. As the pills were enveloped by this spiritual energy, they seemed to gradually reveal their pill patterns.

The sect leader Kang watched from the sidelines, secretly praising his wife's younger sister for her remarkable skill, as she was able to prepare a high-quality antidote pill in just a few breaths.

It seems that the reason why the Fei family cultivators in Yingzhou have cultivated her so diligently is not entirely because of Fei Wanqing's father, who has formed a mid-grade Golden Core.

Kang Dabao was always cautious. Even when Fei Wanqing handed him a pill, he would secretly examine it with his magic eye to make sure there were no tampering with it before holding it in his mouth and slowly refining it.

After the first drop of the pill liquefied and he experienced no adverse effects in his body, Sect Leader Kang finally felt relieved. Since it concerned the matter of the Black Bone, Kang Dabao was far more serious about the Pill Master lurking in the miasma than the Fei family uncle and nephew. However, he didn't show it, remaining calm and unhurried, and instead lagged behind Fei Nanyi.

After the three broke through the miasma, although they tried their best to conceal their identities, they still could not escape the detection of the canyon's master. All their preparations were in vain, and they were chased up by an old cultivator with a red face, braided hair and tattoos.

"It seems that the swordsman from the Central Region was right; an outsider has indeed entered the C6 prison cell?! Interesting, interesting, there's even a pretty little girl among them."
"Hmm, that makes sense. There are powerful cultivators outside who want to use us rotten bones to sharpen the knives for you juniors."

The old man with the braided hair spoke with a smile, yet a hint of sorrow remained in his eyes. When he spoke again, it was a series of loud laughs, his enormous mouth filled with rotten teeth, the words carried on the wind with a slightly salty, metallic taste:
"Haha, back when I was in Shannan, I was still just a Qi cultivator and I could take the head of a true cultivator from the capital and return to the department to report my merits. Now I have lived for over three hundred years and have even fought against several high-level cultivators. So, before I die, I will give you descendants a good test of your abilities."

Upon hearing that the old monk with the braid was from the same hometown as someone from Shannan, Master Kang did not feel any kinship. Instead, his expression turned solemn, and he muttered in a low voice, "So unlucky, another old ghost whose lifespan is about to end!"

These kinds of cultivators are not easy to deal with. Even though Chen Ye had long since died, he had left a very deep impression on Kang Dabao. Therefore, as soon as he heard the old cultivator with the braided hair sigh, he immediately became cautious.

Fei Nanyi, who was in the lead, was much more decisive than Kang Dabao. Before the old monk with the braided hair could finish his sigh, he had already made his move.

Heavy thunderbolts descended from the void, and the overflowing lightning dispersed most of the dense miasma in the canyon.

Kang Dabao felt that the surroundings were also clearer and free of turbid air, but he was also happy because the old monk with braids in front of him was truly amazing.

Having been in this C6 prison cell for some time, Master Kang has begun to notice some of the tricks of the trade.

If the prisoners in this cell practice righteous methods, then after being locked up for more than twenty years, most of them would be extremely weak; if they practice evil methods, then the strength of these prisoners would not be greatly weakened.

After all, even though there is little spiritual energy in this prison, there are hundreds of Foundation Establishment and Pseudo-Core cultivators. In the eyes of those evil cultivators, if they can fight and win, this is still a worthwhile resource.

The Dan Master Tonghe, who had previously died at the hands of Kang Dabao, and the old cultivator with braids standing before him now clearly belong to the latter category.

Fei Nanyi's mastery of thunder magic was not bad. In Kang Dabao's eyes, he was no less skilled than Su Changqiu, the young master of a Nascent Soul clan. Moreover, his thunder magic was extremely yang and strong, making him the nemesis of this old man with braided hair and his witchcraft skills.

However, the black arrow in the old cultivator's hand was extremely sharp. Although it was covered with evil energy from the arrowhead to the tail, and there were several obvious cracks on the arrow shaft, it did not flinch in the face of the bolts of lightning.

This clearly demonstrates the profound cultivation of this old cultivator and the power of his magical treasures, which are far beyond what ordinary fake pills can match.

Fei Nanyi's thunder magic, which he relied on, was forced to retreat step by step by the black arrow. For a moment, the thunder in front of him was even broken by the black arrow. The evil energy on the arrowhead made his magic robe darken and he was almost injured in a vital spot.

Fei Wanqing and the sect leader Kang, who were standing by, would not sit idly by. Fei Wanqing's Rainbow Chaser was very agile. Although it was far from being able to block the magic weapon in the old monk's hand, it was still able to hold its own.
The latter unleashed his halberd and swiftly collided with the black arrow. With a flick of the halberd's tip, he managed to lock the magic weapon in place for a moment. Then, his eyes flashed with golden light, causing the rampaging magic weapon to tremble suddenly.

The old man with the braided hair paused in his hand gestures, then a look of reminiscence appeared on his face. Fei Nanyi, on the other hand, seized the moment when the former was distracted, and the single horn on his head suddenly shone brightly, crackling with lightning.

The already violent lightning became even more powerful. Before the old cultivator with the braided hair could even pull back the magic weapon that was trembling from the golden light in Kang Dabao's eyes, he was once again struck by the lightning that followed.

Fei Nanyi was clearly going all out and hadn't held back. The fiery and thunderous energy in the arena instantly dispersed most of the malevolent energy on the black arrow. The old man with the braided hair twitched in pain, and his hand gestures changed.

As he retrieved the magic weapon into his hand, he shouted at Sect Leader Kang, "Golden Eyes of Illusion! Boy!! Who is Zhang Yuandao to you?!"

Judging from his previous tone and words, it was clear that this old man was probably a survivor from the campaign to quell the barbarians. That was why Sect Leader Kang dared not respond.

In his time, Master Zhang of the Chongming Sect, in order to advance his career, did not hesitate to enlist in the Imperial Guard in the capital region and travel to the south of the mountains to risk his life for advancement.

Such individuals are ruthless in battle, and they probably don't even know how many mountain barbarian cultivators have died on their hands. Therefore, it is perfectly normal for Patriarch Zhang to have some unresolved grudges with this old cultivator with braided hair.

Even though Master Kang remained silent, the old monk with the braided hair naturally turned his resentment toward Kang Dabao.

The latter dared not be negligent, after all, the person in front of him was a seasoned alchemist who wielded a powerful magic weapon, and could not be underestimated in the slightest.

Both sides were filled with fighting spirit at this moment. One side had profound cultivation and extraordinary magic weapons; the other side used a variety of Taoist techniques. With their combined efforts, even a genuine Golden Core cultivator would have to be wary of them.

Soon, in less than half an incense stick's time, the aftershocks of the flying Taoist magic shrank the surrounding hills by several feet.

The old monk with braided hair, his black arrow floating in mid-air, remained powerful, still fighting the group of juniors to a standstill thanks to the power of his magic weapon. However, soon after, the old monk's spiritual incantations went awry several times, and he almost had his head chopped off by Sect Leader Kang.

He had lived for over three hundred years, and his experience in battle far surpassed that of his juniors. In just an instant, he realized that his spiritual energy was running low, making it difficult to sustain the fight.

The old monk with the braided hair had barely formed the thought of escaping when he saw the three juniors in front of him taking the Rejuvenation Pills one after another, and his expression became even more unpleasant.

He wanted to leave, but the three people in front of him had also figured out the old man's predicament and were reluctant to let him go.

The struggle intensified, and gradually, a look of sorrow appeared on the old man's face. Those around him could clearly see that the old man was not as carefree as he had claimed.

Who would have thought that these direct descendants of great masters would be such formidable fighters?

Now, the old man with the braided hair is only trying to survive, and it's clear he's not incapable of lowering his stance and escaping for his life.

Just then, sounds of fighting seemed to come from outside the canyon. The leader was wielding a dagger, but he was using swordsmanship, which was quite strange.

As he parted the chaotic energy and entered the canyon, a Golden Core cultivator beside the mirage screen in the outer chamber of the prison solemnly asked in a deep voice, "How come he didn't die inside?!"

(I swear to the instructor that I'll update more tomorrow and finish this story as soon as possible.)
(End of this chapter)