Loan Wusheng

Qingzhou, Taiping Temple.

This Taoist temple, located outside Qingzhou City, was originally an abandoned temple from the previous dynasty. Now it has been renovated by the Taiping Dao and is thriving with worshippers.

In the square in front of the temple, hundreds of believers sat cross-legged, listening to the sermons of the Great Teacher Zhang Zhan on the high platform.

Zhang Zhan was dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, holding a whisk, his face kind yet dignified.

He glanced around at the followers, smiled slightly, and began to preach. His voice was loud and clear, echoing across the square: "The ways of Heaven are impermanent, and all beings suffer. Only by joining my Way of Great Peace, cultivating the 'Scripture of Great Peace,' and serving the Heavenly Venerable of All Laws, can one attain eternal life and ultimate bliss..."

The hundreds of believers standing here are all core followers of the Taiping Dao in the North. Half of them are enlightened beings. After coming here to preach, they will be able to return to their hometowns and begin spreading the word, striving to make the entire northern frontier a place where Taiping Dao disciples are found.

Only then can his mission be considered a success.

The followers of the Taiping Dao sect use the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend techniques as their standard, setting up thirty-six directions. If they can gather all thirty-six directions, according to their master, they might also have the opportunity to glimpse the Dharma form.

Thirty-six directions, surely will lead to great unification!
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhan couldn't help but feel a surge of heat.

after all……

Who wouldn't want to become a Dharma Image?
Just as Zhang Zhan regained his senses and was about to continue preaching, a thunderous roar suddenly came from the sky: "The heretic Zhang Zhan! His Majesty has decreed that the Way of Peace has bewitched the people and plotted treason, and shall be executed today!"

"boom!"

The main gate of Taiping Temple was blasted into dust by a crimson fist energy. Wei Bohu, clad in black armor, stepped into the square like a tiger descending a mountain.

Behind him, Wang Chengdong held a long spear, the Buddha's light shone brightly, and the sword energy of the former Wu Emperor Lu Meng was rampant. The aura of the four Yuan Dan Martial Saints instantly locked onto the high platform!

The believers in the square were thrown into chaos and scattered in all directions.

Zhang Zhan's expression changed drastically. He waved his whisk and shouted sternly, "Fellow Daoists, retreat immediately!"

A yellow talisman flew out from his sleeve, exploded in the air, and turned into a rain of fire to block the pursuers.

Dozens of elite disciples of the Taiping Dao at the Tongqiao realm formed an array to protect the followers as they evacuated.

Zhang Zhan was utterly astonished. His whisk trembled violently. After taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhan widened his eyes and shouted sharply, "Why are you four like this?! Our Taiping Dao has always been law-abiding and law-abiding. When have we ever committed any act of rebellion?"

Zhang Zhan was filled with doubt and unease. Although the Taiping Dao had been secretly developing its power, it had never openly opposed the imperial court. His master, Master Qingxu Wanfa, had also instructed him not to make any rash moves before the dust settled.

Now that four Yuan Dan cultivators have arrived, could it be...?

"You heretic, how dare you try to argue!"

Wei Bohu snorted coldly, his fists blazing with crimson light: "You spread the prophecy 'Heaven is dead,' do you really think His Majesty is unaware?!"

Before he finished speaking, the fist energy transformed into a blood-red tiger and pounced towards Zhang Zhan's face!
"boom!"

The yellow talisman barrier that Zhang Zhan hastily conjured was shattered by a single punch, and the aftershock caused his Taoist crown to fly off.

As Zhang Zhan staggered backward, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Wang Chengdong's silver spear emerged like a venomous dragon from its lair, and the lightning crackling around its tip instantly pierced through his left shoulder!
Immediately afterward, Lu Meng's sword energy arrived!

"puff!"

Zhang Zhan spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whisk in his hand suddenly exploded into three thousand silver threads. Those silver threads, like living things, wrapped around the sword energy that Lu Meng was slashing at, but they broke inch by inch in front of Hui Yue's golden Buddha palm.

The moment the Buddha's light crashed down upon him, Zhang Zhan finally realized this was no misunderstanding. He gritted his teeth, crushed the jade pendant at his waist, and a beam of azure light enveloped his figure as he retreated a hundred feet: "Wait, everyone! There must be something fishy about this! Let me see His Majesty..."

"Stubborn!"

Lu Meng sneered, his sword drawing a crescent-shaped arc of light.

The sword sliced ​​off half of Zhang Zhan's robe sleeve, revealing his bare arm.

As the four streams of Yuan Dan energy pressed down like a net, Zhang Zhan's protective azure light began to crack.

"How dare the imperial court's lackeys and traitors presume that the Taiping Dao is without men?!"

Enraged, Zhang Zhan bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood mist. The blood mist condensed into a blood-red talisman in the air, instantly causing a violent surge of spiritual energy in the world!

The statues enshrined inside the temple suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, shooting out three beams of golden light!
In an instant, golden light surged, and taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Zhan transformed into a streak of yellow light and fled towards the desolate mountains outside the city.

Zhang Zhan's face was deathly pale, and black blood kept seeping from the wound on his left shoulder. Lu Meng's sword energy was actually quenched with a deadly poison that suppressed true essence.

"These cowardly rats from Jiangdong! Their sword energy is actually poisonous. No wonder they surrendered without a fight!"

Zhang Zhan cursed inwardly, while frantically channeling his true energy, trying to escape as quickly as possible.

He had always cultivated under the tutelage of Master Qingxu Wanfa and had never fought against a Yuan Dan on his own. His practical combat experience was completely lacking, so as soon as they started fighting, he was completely at a disadvantage and could only flee in a sorry state.

"Chase!"

Seeing this, Wei Bohu snorted coldly, and the four of them transformed into streaks of light and gave chase.

In the desolate mountains and ancient forests, Zhang Zhan staggered and landed.

Just as he took out the pill and swallowed it, five beams of light suddenly shot into the sky from all around him.

Wang Maohong emerged from behind the tree, holding a jade tablet, while Wang Chuzhong, Xie Du'an, Li You, and Li Hong each held weapons and blocked off the four sides.

"You...had an ambush planned?!"

Zhang Zhan's pupils constricted sharply, and he immediately retorted angrily, "The Wang and Xie families are renowned clans in Jiangnan, and you have many disciples who cultivate under the tutelage of my Taiping Dao. Why have you come to this?!"

"Li You, Li Hong! You are members of the former Zhou royal family. Now that Zheng Jun has destroyed the Great Zhou, instead of serving your country, you are aiding and abetting the tyrant. Aren't you afraid that a hundred years from now, you will have no face to face the Divine Martial Emperor?!"

"Zheng Jun is a treacherous villain with wolfish ambitions! He is clearly a tyrant. You all aid his cruelty and will suffer retribution sooner or later!"

Zhang Zhan was filled with despair and resentment.

However, his resentment had no effect.

The five Yuan Dan Martial Saints attacked again, along with the four who were chasing from behind, making a total of nine people. This formed a terrifying nine-against-one offensive, and Zhang Zhan was quickly defeated. His ribs were shattered, and his dantian was sealed by Buddhist light.

"Take him away!" Wei Bohu lifted the barely alive Zhang Zhan like a dead dog and shouted to the state soldiers who came to clean up the mess: "Arrest all the Taiping Dao cultivators who have reached the Qi Refining stage according to the list. Anyone who dares to resist... kill them without mercy!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers shouted in unison.

Meanwhile, the campaign to suppress the Taiping Dao was being carried out across the Han Dynasty, and it was in full swing.

The Taiping Dao was caught off guard by the sudden move by the Han Dynasty.

Not only Zhang Zhan, the great teacher of Qingzhou, but also Sun Yu, the great teacher of Jiangnan, had their Qi Sea sealed and were escorted to the capital.

For a time, the only remaining figure in the entire Taiping Dao who had not yet been captured was Zhou Yuanqing, the Great Teacher of Bashu.

The once powerful Taiping Dao, which could be said to have swept across the country, has thus faded into obscurity.

The person behind it all, Master Qingxu Wanfa, didn't dare to touch Zheng Jun's bad luck at all: who didn't know what great good deeds this Han emperor had done before?

Such tactics, if not absolutely certain of victory, would naturally deter anyone from provoking or provokeing such individuals.

……

The square in front of the Taiji Hall in Shenjing (Beijing).

One hundred and fifty-seven Taiping Dao cultivators were bound by black iron chains and knelt prostrate at the foot of the white marble steps.

Two of them, though their auras were weak, still exuded power; they were Zhang Zhan and Sun Yu, whose cultivation had been sealed.

"Your Majesty, all the rebels of the Taiping Dao have been brought here."

Huiyue stood beside Zheng Jun, bowing slightly in obedience. Zheng Jun nodded slightly, standing with his hands behind his back on the imperial steps, his purple-gold dragon robe fluttering in the wind. He glanced at the crowd below, then suddenly drew his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air.

"laugh!"

A hundred streaks of purple-gold sword energy burst forth from his fingertips, precisely piercing the foreheads of each prisoner.

Before those bodies even fell to the ground, wisps of blue light were forcibly extracted and condensed into 158 clusters of soul fire in the sky above the square.

There was another group, the leader of the Taiping Dao sect who had come forward on his own initiative and was killed by Zheng Jun.

"They are all Qingxu's good disciples and grand-disciples. It's a pity to leave them in this world. They should be used by me."

Zheng Jun smiled lightly, and a bronze compass flew out from his sleeve. As the star trails on the compass intersected, all the soul fires were swallowed up.

Upon his return this time, Zheng Ke was greeted in his true form.

This is a very important matter, and naturally, I cannot afford to be distracted.

After capturing these souls, Zheng Jun immediately prepared to break through the void and depart.

Suddenly, a muffled thunderclap resounded from the depths of the sky.

The invisible will of Heaven surged violently, and a rift running east to west split open in the clouds of the Nine Heavens.

This is a sign of the wrath of heaven and earth. Each soul sent to another world carries the unique spiritual essence of that world; this is tantamount to aiding the enemy!
"Boom!"

A bolt of purplish-black lightning struck the Taiji Hall, but strangely deflected upon touching the illusory image of the Nine Cauldrons, shattering the stone lion on the west side of the plaza into dust.

Zheng Jun looked up at the sky, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The spiritual veins of Danxia Peak within his body, which comprised 35% of his body, were slightly warm. The bluish-gray Daoist aura flowed through his meridians, blocking most of his connection to the heavenly secrets.

Zheng Jun possesses 35% of the spiritual veins of Danxia Peak, which allows him to shield himself from some of the secrets of heaven, leaving even the Heavenly Dao of the Yanfu Realm helpless against him.

……

Within the Xuanhuang Realm, in the area actually controlled by the Xuantian Sect, Zheng Jun surveyed the surroundings.

Under the rule of the Xuantian Sect, there are four kingdoms.

These are the core region of Qi, as well as the four states of Xu, Xing, and Mo, located in the southern part of the Xuanhuang boundary.

Because there was another Qi state in the north, the Qi state under the rule of Xuantianzong was called Southern Qi.

The origins of these four countries are quite simple.

The Southern Qi royal family were descendants of the founder of the Xuantian Sect. After the founder's death, the Southern Qi royal family remained a royal family among mortals. Later, an elder who made great contributions had descendants who divided up a portion of the Southern Qi territory and became the emperors of the Xu Kingdom...

The same applies to Xingguo and Moguo, with Moguo being ruled by the mortal descendant of the Azure Sky Immortal.

The Mo Kingdom was originally a descendant of another elder, but the Azure Sky Immortal Lord had a long-standing feud with that elder.

Therefore, after successfully forming his nascent soul, he not only seized an opportunity to kill the elder, but also had his mortal descendants raise an army among the people, destroy the royal family of the Mo Kingdom, and declare himself emperor.

Most of the disciples recruited by the Xuantian Sect come from these four countries.

Of course, some ordinary people from other countries also come to worship at the sect, and the Xuantian Sect welcomes all of them.

"Reincarnation is just like this."

Zheng Jun waved his hand, scattering the 158 clusters of soul fire across the four kingdoms.

One hundred and fifty-eight soul flames fell like meteors into the night sky of the four kingdoms of Southern Qi. In a dimension invisible to mortals, they wandered in the air, searching for their respective hosts.

Zheng Jun stood with his hands behind his back atop Danxia Mountain, his divine sense spreading like a net across the four kingdoms, ensuring that every soul accurately landed in the family he had marked.

"The leader of the Taiping Dao entered the royal family of Mo, Zhang Zhan entered the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion in Xu, Sun Yu went to the family of the Prime Minister of Southern Qi, and although Zhou Yuanqing's soul has not yet been obtained, it has already been marked as belonging to a descendant of a powerful military family in Xingguo..."

Zheng Jun traced the bronze compass with his fingertips, and dense star-like patterns appeared on its surface: "When these seeds sprout, it will be the day that the Xuantian Sect is revitalized."

but……

Zheng Jun also observed it closely and found that this 'reincarnation' was truly interesting.

The soul fires of these Taiping Dao beings were rather dim. The reason they lost all their memories after entering the womb was entirely because their soul fires were not powerful enough to occupy a dominant position in the complete being within the womb; they could only occupy a supporting position.

In other words, for martial artists who have reached the Qigong stage, after reincarnation, their spirituality merely becomes a part of the newborn, becoming subordinate.

Yuan Dan martial artists are only slightly stronger than Tong Qiao martial artists, but not by much, and still cannot play a major role.

"Hmph, no wonder only those who have been reincarnated at the Dharma Aspect Realm can awaken their memories. So it's because they can't replace their original body?"

Upon seeing this, Zheng Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including

If a person in the Dharma Aspect Realm is killed, but their soul remains, they can only be reborn as fragments of their past. Only by returning to the Dharma Aspect Realm can they retrieve their past.

However, if a cultivator at the Dharma Aspect level, in a state of full victory, voluntarily transforms into a wisp of divine soul, or completely reincarnates, then he can return to his previous life with his memories intact... This is quite surprising.

However, in most cases, no one would do that.

After all, even if one were to be reborn, there's no guarantee that one could regain their original cultivation level. Moreover, doing so requires being in one's prime; it's impossible to do such a thing when one is old and nearing the end of their lifespan.

"The idea of ​​reincarnation is truly peculiar."

Zheng Jun shook his head and transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the clouds.

Three days later, deep within the spiritual veins of Danxia Mountain, Zheng Jun sat upright, preparing to use this hundred years to begin his own plan.

A century-long plan!

These reincarnated beings with Yuan Dan and Tong Qiao, even if they were to rise to prominence in this world, would take at least a hundred years. And during the rest of the time, Zheng Jun naturally couldn't just sit idly by; he had to make the most of his advantages.

That is to promote martial arts methods in the four kingdoms under the rule of the Xuantian Sect!
Martial arts techniques can improve one's abilities much faster than cultivating immortality.

According to Zheng Jun's calculations in the Yanfu Realm, immortal cultivation techniques can be practiced there without any suppression from the Heavenly Dao. If that's the case, then martial arts techniques can also be practiced in the Xuanhuang Realm.

In this way, by promoting martial arts among ordinary people, he could enhance their strength and increase the number of external martial artists by a considerable margin over the next fifty or sixty years.

If there are exceptional talents, they might even be able to reach the stages of Tongqiao and Yuandan.

This move may seem to have little impact on the overall situation.

But there was a fatal change.

That is, it can enable ordinary people without spiritual roots to possess abilities comparable to those of cultivators!

Such an impact is inevitable for the entire Xuanhuang Realm.

Mortals, having been suppressed for so long, find it hard not to harbor resentment towards cultivators after gaining their abilities.

This move will also greatly enhance the fortune and strength of the Xuantian Sect.

As for what the Xuanhuang Realm will become in the future?

What does this have to do with me? I'll just steal the luck and leave!
Once I become the Dao Lord, the Three Realms will naturally become one, and I will absolutely not let the Luo Tian and Xuan Huang Realms go.

If I don't become the Dao Lord, whether the Xuanhuang Realm prospers or flourishes because of this will have nothing to do with me, and I will probably have no chance at all.

Low emotional intelligence: After I die, who cares about the deluge!
High emotional intelligence: Trust in the wisdom of future generations. (End of Chapter)