Mythology

Chapter 335 Lu Ya Daoist Recommends Himself
At the same time, three figures quietly approached the southern city.

Their intentions were clear; they quickly stopped in front of what appeared to be an ordinary shop with a sign that read "General Store," where many people were coming and going.

An old man was greeting customers and selling wooden tools in the lobby.

"Is it Taiyi Zhenren?"

"That's right, it's Taiyi Zhenren."

Leading the group was Yi Qi Xian, who held a whisk in his hand, had a sinister face, and was surrounded by a faint black aura. His left arm had not yet grown back.

The red-haired woman was named Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, and she was a second-generation disciple of the Immortal of One Qi.

Behind them followed a celestial being with an indistinct face, whose Taoist robe had no Jie Sect patterns, and who deliberately lagged half a step behind, gazing intently at Taiyi Zhenren.

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit was filled with doubt and uncertainty, while the aura of the True Man Taiyi was faint, as if he had fallen into the mortal realm.

However, it was unexpected that the Twelve Golden Immortals survived the attack by the Three Immortal Maidens, as they were the first to be attacked. Something just felt off.

"Yu Yuan, how did you find the Twelve Golden Immortals?"

Yi Qi Xian said in a deep voice, "The shop is the incarnation of the Corpse Daoist. My disciple obtained the remains of the Corpse Daoist in the Ten Deadly Formations. I never expected it to become the hiding place of the Twelve Golden Immortals."

"I see. The Corpse Daoist can be considered the number one person in the third generation of the Chan Sect."

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit felt a surge of curiosity. The reason why the Chan Sect was able to turn the tables in the Ten Deadly Formations was because of the Corpse Daoist. The latter even possessed the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal Body, so he should have joined the Jie Sect.

"Junior Sister Huoling, I need to use the skins of the Twelve Golden Immortals to block the Five-Colored Divine Light. I only need two of them; you two can share the rest."

"can."

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit looked at the third immortal, "Daoist Lu Ya, what do you think?"

Lu Ya Daoist nodded, a cryptic smile on his face.

Yi Qi Xian was somewhat wary, as Lu Ya Dao Ren was not from the Chan or Jie sects, his origins were little known, and his cultivation was already that of a Daluo Jinxian.

His main consideration was that the Twelve Golden Immortals had likely regained some consciousness before seeking cooperation with Lu Ya Dao Ren, while the other immortals were either from the Chan Sect or had suffered severe injuries.

Ma Shan is completely unreachable; he seems to be hiding in the shadows.

"Cough cough cough."

After a violent coughing fit, five-colored divine light flashed across the skin and flesh, but the damaged parts could not be restored, as if they were born with a defect.

thump.

"Let's go, Lady Yunxiao has started appearing in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation again."

Yi Qi Xian was astonished and noticed Yunxiao Niangniang walking through the streets. Fortunately, she was more than half a city away from them.

The three exchanged a glance and quietly circled around to the back of the shop.

The Holy Mother of Fire pushed open the door, and a grotto-like space came into view.

Amidst green hills and clear waters, several acres of spiritual fields stand in neat rows. Seven golden immortals, with their trousers rolled up and barefoot, work in the fields, their mountain songs echoing in the air.

Guang Chengzi, holding a hoe, was turning over the spiritual soil; Chi Jingzi, carrying a bucket of water, was watering the spiritual plants with sweet dew; Yu Ding Zhenren squatted by the field, carefully removing pests from the fruits and vegetables.

"Haha."

The Immortal couldn't stop smiling, and all sorts of resources were piled up in the courtyard.

It can be seen that the resources were all generated by the twelve Golden Immortal spiritual roots, which are rare and precious Yin objects even for ordinary immortals.

Lu Ya Dao Ren was not overjoyed by the resources; instead, he unusually did some calculations with his fingers.

Yi Qi Xian didn't notice anything amiss, but the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit beside him frowned slightly, and couldn't help but hesitate about Lu Ya Dao Ren's purpose.

"Please go ahead."

Lu Ya Daoist smiled and spread his hands, then stood at the door and stopped moving.

Yi Qi Xian couldn't wait any longer, "Junior Sister Huo Ling, let's finish this quickly!"

The two immediately unleashed their magical weapons.

Thousands of black threads emerged from the whisk of the Immortal One Qi, while the Crimson Flame Pearl of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit spewed forth raging flames, heading straight for the Golden Immortal who was working in the fields.

Surprisingly, the Golden Immortals were utterly powerless to resist. Guang Chengzi's hoe was shredded by the black silk, Chi Jingzi's water bucket was burned by the flames, and Yu Ding Zhenren was knocked to the ground with a single blow.

"Hahaha! Brilliant! If you ask me, the Corpse Daoist's incarnation is also a treasure."

The Immortal of One Breath laughed wildly, and with a flick of his whisk, he bound the three Golden Immortals together.

As the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit was about to step forward, she suddenly felt a tremor in her heart.

She turned around abruptly and saw Lu Ya Daoist leaving the courtyard, looking completely indifferent, while at the end of the street... a woman was walking towards her.

The sound of a heavy object being dragged filled the air, along with the stench of blood.

Lady Yunxiao, with her flowing black hair, held a bloody head—it was Ma Shan—in her other hand, which was the Hunyuan Golden Bucket.

"Senior Sister Yunxiao! Wait! We once sought enlightenment under the tutelage of the Tongtian Sect Leader!!"

Upon seeing Lady Yunxiao appear, Yiqi Xian hurriedly spoke, his voice tinged with flattery, while a wisp of gray energy left his body and vanished from his fingertips.

However, Lady Yunxiao didn't even glance at him.

"This must be the new house my husband has prepared for us~"

With a slight turn of the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron in his palm, five-colored divine light poured out like a celestial river in an instant, dazzling yet filled with murderous intent!
"Do not!!!"

The Immortal of One Breath only had time to let out a short scream before his entire body collapsed and shrank in the divine light, eventually turning into a withered skin that floated lightly to the ground.

The Holy Mother of Fire was terrified. The moment the five-colored divine light swept over her, she bit her tongue and spat out a large amount of blood essence, and her body was engulfed in crimson flames!
boom!
The Samadhi True Fire exploded, and she transformed into a crimson rainbow, barely managing to tear a gap from the edge of the Five-Colored Divine Light and escape in a sorry state.

Lady Yunxiao glanced at Daoist Lu Ya, who bowed respectfully.

"Under..."

brush!
It was the five-colored divine light again.

"I am Lu Ya Dao Ren, and I am fond of teaching. May I take up residence in the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron?"

"So you're the gentleman's husband, please come in, please come in~"

Lady Yunxiao nodded with a smile, and Daoist Lu Ya disappeared into the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron.

Four leather pouches fell from her sleeve, and the Twelve Golden Immortals returned to the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple. Then the entire building disappeared into the treasure.

"Oh right, there's one more thing~~"

The eighteen Sea-Stabilizing Pearls landed on the eaves of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, turning into decorations.

Lady Yunxiao covered her mouth and chuckled softly, glancing subtly towards the outside of town.

.........

Outside the town, the setting sun was like blood.

The hunched old Taoist priest walked slowly, as if carrying the weight of the entire world on his back.

He held a glass lamp in his hand, the flame of which flickered, sometimes surging and sometimes dimming, as if it were breathing.

The old Taoist sighed and gently flicked the wick with his fingertip.

The fireworks suddenly swelled, and in the blazing, shimmering light, Ma Shan's body, which had been beheaded by Lady Yunxiao, was reconstructed and transformed into a Taoist boy kneeling on the ground.

Ma Shan said in a trembling voice, "Teacher Randeng, it is my fault."

The Taoist Ran Deng looked past Ma Shan and into the town, where he inadvertently exchanged a glance with Lady Yunxiao. "Yunxiao, she has indeed gone even crazier."

"She caused my Dinghai Pearl to be lost in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation because of Zhao Gongming."

"Ma Shan".

"The disciple is here."

The Taoist Ran Deng tossed out a set of internal organs, saying, "These are Zhao Gongming's internal organs. I will also teach you a substitution technique to prevent Lady Yunxiao from marrying Zhao Gongming's corpse."

"The disciple understands."

"In twenty days, the Sage will arrive, and the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation will be destroyed."

(End of this chapter)