From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 150 Another spring, wars everywhere
The daylight is at its highest.

There was a faint smell of blood floating in the mountains.

After Chen Xuan reunited with his physical body, he strolled through the wild mountains and wilderness. When he passed by a dilapidated village, he leaned over to take a look.

"There are no survivors."

This mountain village, swallowed up by a group of overgrown grasses, seems to be breathing slowly.

On the yellow dirt road in the countryside, the weeds were one meter high, and the courtyard walls were cracked by countless vines. On the big willow tree in the distance, seven or eight human skeletons were hanging, shaking up and down. The scene was extremely creepy.

"Woo!"

A flock of crows flew out of the village screaming.

Chen Xuan stood in the distance, watching the decaying corpses of the villagers. This human village was destroyed within the last one or two months.

In the Southern Wilderness Ghost Market, a mushroom spirit merchant from Zhi State once said that Zhi State invaded Chu State and captured several human cities.

And now, they have even reached the territory of Luoyue City in the hinterland.

"Woo!"

Chen Xuan lowered his head upon hearing the voice. At his feet, a blood-red Ganoderma lucidum herb slowly opened its cap from the dried pool of blood, emitting a faint green light and resembling a smiling ghost face.

The Zhiguo spirits attacked the village, leaving behind the remaining Qingqi power.

"puff!"

Chen Xuan stepped on it directly with one foot, and the Ganoderma lucidum turned into a pool of mud. The shape seemed to be laughing even more happily, and it was extremely rampant.

"..."

Chen Xuan frowned, then laughed as well, muttering to himself:
"Over twenty human villages nearby were completely destroyed... It's truly a perfect place for seclusion."

He found out the situation within a radius of more than twenty miles.

Deserted.

lifeless.

"This prosperous Luoyue City is now no different from the border area of Chiya City near the Southern Wilderness."

Luoyue City used to be a place full of flowers and there were countless human villages in the mountains. It was peaceful and harmonious.

But now, it has become the front line of the war between Chu and Zhi.

When the monks started a great battle, there was no one living within a hundred miles.

"No one will disturb you, just retreat here."

Chen Xuan decided to practice in seclusion in this abandoned village.

He was thousands of miles away from the Southern Wilderness. If he chose to return, it would take half a month to travel day and night.

It would be better to use this time to practice and improve your strength.

Moreover, once he returns to the Southern Wilderness, it is very likely that the Southern Wilderness will become a place of trouble, and trouble will come again... Besides, the Southern Wilderness is relatively peaceful. Does he have to go on a killing spree in the Southern Wilderness just to make progress?

"The Queen's kindness, even if I use a little more, I will never be able to repay it in the future... I have to rely on myself."

Chen Xuan complained in his heart.

Staying in a foreign place is not necessarily more dangerous than staying in the Southern Wilderness. He himself is difficult to be calculated by others. Moreover, he will soon practice the Tianyan Sutra and cultivate the Taiyin Qi that can "resist all kinds of evil without being calculated by others."

There will be few people in the world who can plot against him.

Moreover, if someone at the True Lord level sets his sights on him, it makes no difference whether he is in the Southern Wilderness or not.

"Small Plague House, Bu Tian Daochang..."

Chen Xuan silently recited the names of these two major forces in his mind, and then walked into a relatively clean courtyard in the village.

He looked around the furnishings in the courtyard, walked to an ancient well, and glanced into the well.

Dry well.

"thump!"

He jumped in.

Chen Xuan stood in the well, and through the narrow well mouth, his eyes seemed to pass through the blue sky and go to the endless distance, as if he was a frog sitting in a well and looking at the sky.

"All living things are like cattle and horses. Ha, what an interesting world! Everyone is trying hard to survive..."

This day.

The tenth day of the eighth month of the year 3601 in the ancient Chu 鸓鸟 calendar.

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The breathing method contained in the "Tian Yan Zhen Jing" is called the "Taiyin Xuanjiu Breathing Method".

Because it is a partial sutra.

After Chen Xuan learned it, he threw it aside and didn't know how to use it to absorb and exhale immortal energy.

"The Yellow Millet Sutra and the Human Emperor Sutra, these two complete sutras, are my foundation."

His daily breathing and Qi circulation all come from these two scriptures. He changes his breathing method every day and repeats this process.

He gradually abandoned the strange breathing method he had learned from Xuanmao in the underworld after he killed Wang Chan and obtained the "Huangliang Zhenjing".

"Little Moon Rabbit Trick."

Chen Xuan checked the magic tricks that came with the "Tian Yan Zhen Jing" and immediately began to practice the eighth kind of immortal qi - Taiyin.

The solar energy "shines upon the world, and I alone reign supreme."

The Taiyin Qi "controls all evil without being counted."

Yin and Yang cannot coexist.

The difficulty of practicing is no less than that of the Five Elements Qi.

Moreover, this is Chen Xuan's eighth kind of immortal qi, and the difficulty of practicing it is dozens of times greater than the seventh qi.

Not to mention the talented people in Chu, even the geniuses from other regions would be overwhelmed by the absurdity of practicing eight kinds of immortal energy at the same time.

Instead of spending years or even decades to grind for illusory things, it is better to become a powerful cauldron master as soon as possible and then pursue immortality in the mortal world!

Twenty days.

After going through many hardships and overcoming all difficulties, Chen Xuan finally cultivated Taiyin Qi.

"Buzz!"

A strange black arc moon slowly circled out from behind his head, casting mysterious moonlight, like a layer of winter frost, covering the bottom of the well.

"call!"

Chen Xuan slowly exhaled a breath of Taiyin Qi, and his whole body was bathed in the Taiyin moonlight. His temperament was soft and peaceful, as if he had merged with the moonlight, like an immortal who was about to ascend to heaven and fly away.

"Cultivating Taiyin Qi can isolate perception and harness the power of stars and moonlight. It naturally attracts ghosts and spirits, and can be used to learn various divination techniques."

Chen Xuan muttered to himself, sensing the various wonderful uses of Taiyin Qi.

The cultivators of the Taiyin Dao are even more proficient in the art of divination than the cultivators of the Shuide and Yushi Dao… After all, Yushi Dao is best at the art of talismans, and divination is just a side job.

……

Three more days.

September 3rd, night.

Chen Xuan completed the first chapter of "Tian Yan Zhen Jing" and cultivated a wisp of Tian Yan Qi.

"This Qi is immune to divination. If someone uses divination or deduction to plot, it can sense the enemy and even directly trace back to the source and see the enemy."

Around his body, a ray of Tian Yan Qi like black moonlight, like an inky chess piece dragging a flame, circling around his body, sensing and dispelling all kinds of malice from the outside world.

After the Yin and Yang Qi merged into one, he could practice the true scriptures and secret techniques of these two meridians without any restrictions.

……

September 10th, daytime.

Chen Xuan completed the second chapter of "Tian Yan Zhen Jing" and cultivated a Tian Yan Taoist Canon.

"Buzz!"

A huge black full moon flew out of the well, with a diameter of dozens of feet. The bright black moon filled the entire sky, blocking out the sunlight, as if a dark night had fallen, and wisps of cold lunar mist flowed down.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, in the small world inside Chen Xuan's body.

A black moon hangs in the sky.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

A little man the size of a palm, wearing an ancient black sacrificial robe, with dancing ribbons, carved from delicate jade, with lively and cute eyes.

He looked curiously at the strange land below, which was surrounded by towering ancient trees, a large river, and continuous palaces and temples, with a five-colored bronze altar at the end.

"You, you, come down and talk..."

The Human Emperor Daozang said in a deep voice, raised his majestic face, and waved to the little man who was offering sacrifices to Tianyan.

The other three little figures, the fisherman, the farmer, and the Taoist priest, frowned with unhappiness on their faces and stared at the newly born fifth Tianming Daozang.

"Errrr..."

Tianyan, the little sacrificial man, turned his bright eyes twice, saw the situation clearly, and thought that he was no match for this group of local Taoists, so he wisely floated down to the ground.

He is willing to do anything to survive.

The style of Tianyan Daozang is like this.

"Humph!"

The Human Emperor Daozang groaned, and suddenly stretched out a pair of powerful hands, fiercely grabbing the arms of the little sacrificial figure in the air, and forcefully put them on the ground. With sharp eyes, he pointed at himself and stammered:

"Call, call the Emperor... No, call, call Big Brother!"

Upon hearing this, the little priest gave a fake, reserved smile and tactfully shouted:
"Errrr..."

The Human Emperor Daozang nodded with satisfaction and introduced the other three to the obedient priest.

Pointing at the farmer: "Second brother."

Pointing at the fisherman: "Third brother."

Pointing at the Taoist priest: "Fourth brother."

"..."

The little priest looked dismayed, thinking the other three were no better than him, and had no intention of shouting. But the local Taoists ganged up on him, and since he was under someone else's roof, he had no choice but to bow his head. He suppressed his resentment, put on a playful smile, and shouted at them one by one.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The Human Emperor Daozang laughed heartily, feeling even more satisfied. However, he noticed that the offering of sacrifice to the villain seemed to be unwilling, so he gave a serious order:
"You, you're new here... Stand still for an hour. This is how we all got here."

"??"

Upon hearing this, the other three Daozangs looked at each other, then nodded vigorously in unison: "Yeah!"

This is how everyone got here!

"..."

The little priest's face flushed, his cheeks puffed up, and he was about to get angry, but after thinking it over carefully and calming down, he realized that he was no match for the local Taoist priests, so he did as he was told.

He was like a javelin, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, standing still like a human soldier.

"Buzz!"

The two chess pieces, one pure white and one pitch black, looked like jade carvings, shimmering with light and floating up and down around the upright figure.

In order to survive, the sacrificial villain is willing to accept any grievance.

"Loyalty, loyalty!"

The Human Emperor Daozang shouted, imparted his experience, and asked the sacrificial figurine to repeat his words.

The scene was filled with joy and happiness.

Five different Tianming Daozangs coexisted, but this time, no bloody fights had occurred. Chen Xuan looked down for a moment, nodded slightly, and withdrew his consciousness.

"Tianming Daozang, you are becoming more and more sensible. It's better for you to grow up."

……

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Next.

Chen Xuan opened the Mountain and River Scroll treasure and counted the five kinds of spiritual essence that would need to be consumed later.

The Plague Department’s spiritual essence is the largest in number.

The monk from the Small Plague Mansion left behind more than ten pieces of Taoist spiritual essence, which were filled with plague. The largest piece of spiritual essence was as big as a human head. It came from the Taoist monk of the fifth level who was in charge of the ancient bronze mirror.

"After refining everything, it is very likely that I will be promoted to the fourth level of Daozang. There is even a certain chance of being promoted to the fifth level."

Chen Xuan was thinking in his heart that the Human Emperor Daozang would have a good meal next.

"But the other four types of spiritual essence are relatively few in number."

Water Virtue: Late Second Heaven. Possesses five spiritual essences: one defective strand from the Lu clan of Fanyang, Chu, and four from demonic creatures of the Rain Country. All are of low quality. Relying solely on these, advancing to the Third Heaven is difficult.

Mude: Second Heaven. One, the Ghost Market Exchange.

Jinde: Second Heaven. One, also from the Goblin Market.

Taiyin: None.

"Rapidly improving combat power is the priority, starting with the easy ones and then moving on to the difficult ones!"

Chen Xuan planned to start with the "Huangliang Zhenjing", which he had followed the longest.

"Buzz!"

The soul and spirit body practiced the second chapter of "The True Scripture of the Yellow Millet", forcibly dragging the physical body, swallowing the spiritual essence of Wood Virtue to the greatest extent. The green and golden Yellow Millet Qi immediately filled the entire well, shining like a crystal palace.

Ten days.

September 20th.

The second level of Huangliang Taoist Canon.

"Thank you very much... Master..."

The little man in Huangliang Daozang is more than one meter tall, just like a human child of seven or eight years old. He speaks simple human language, kneels on the ground, and bows to the sky.

"You are always down-to-earth and dedicated to your work. Your life in this world will not be in vain!"

Chen Xuan's calm voice descended from the sky.

Another ten days.

Late September.

The second level of the Changsheng Daozang.

"Ha! I, I did it!"

On the fishing boat, the little fisherman undergoes a transformation. He excitedly throws away his harpoon, crying and laughing.

It went crazy for a while, then suddenly slapped its head, imitated the farmer, lay on the ground, raised its hips high, and tried to say thank you in a weird way.

"Many, thank you..."

The tenth day of October.

The second level of the Six Desires Daozang.

"May the Lord live forever and have a long life!"

The Taoist priest holding a sword walked out of the palace, gathered up his sleeves and bowed to the sky. He spoke clearly without a trace of worldly airs.

Chen Xuan nodded slightly: "Thank you for your good words."

Therefore, I felt a sense of accomplishment in my heart.

It felt like these unruly little people of Tianming Daozang were gradually becoming more human-like and no longer wild and ignorant under his training.

"Next, it's the turn of the Human Emperor Daozang's cultivation."

Chen Xuan muttered to himself, feeling the pressure of a mountain on his shoulders. The higher the realm, the more difficult it is to practice.

You should know that Pei Yuanyong is the most outstanding son of the Pei family in Hedong, Chu.

Pei Yuanyong's aptitude is not inferior to Chen Xuan's. He practices wholeheartedly and would rather be a "grass bag Taoist", but until today, he is still stuck at the third level of Taoist.

"We must take this seriously. Practicing Taoism is as difficult as climbing to heaven!"

Chen Xuan muttered to himself, cheering himself up, concentrating fully and not daring to be careless in the slightest.

One month.

In mid-November, the Human Emperor Daozang was promoted to the third heaven and underwent a complete sublimation and transformation.

"Boom!"

A thunderous rumbling sound came from the body of the Human Emperor Daozang, and his bones grew rapidly. He seemed to stretch, and in a flash, his body swelled until it was almost as tall as Chen Xuan.

"Lord!"

He had a heroic look, and in his dark eyes, there was a hidden domineering aura. He had a heroic figure, about 70% similar to Chen Xuan. He raised his fist to the sky and laughed loudly:

"My Lord, I am willing to fight for you for three hundred years, until my death! Haha!"

The Human Emperor Daozang spoke clearly and made a very solemn oath.

Because, for humans with short lifespans, few [worldly] monks can live for such a long time.

A powerful human being can only live for more than two hundred years. If he wants to continue living, he can only rely on various rare spiritual objects to prolong his life.

Only by [hiding from the world of mortals] can one live a long and healthy life!
Chen Xuan heard the voice and felt a sense of heroism in his heart. He laughed and responded:
"Little thing, are you also looking down on me? Haha, three hundred years is not enough, three thousand years is better, thirty thousand years!"

He had a brief exchange with the grown-up Human Emperor Daozang, and then continued to devote himself to his intensive training.

There is no time in the mountains.

One year old and one withered.

Gradually, cold snowflakes began to float from the sky, and soon, countless flying snowflakes covered the sky and the earth.

The first snow of the year.

A thick layer of snow accumulated on the eaves of the ancient well. Some fluttering snowflakes entered the well and landed on Chen Xuan's shoulders.

"Wow!"

Chen Xuan woke up, opened his eyes, looked up through the wellhead, and looked at the white sky. A trace of emotion appeared on his handsome face.

"one Year."

Around this time last year, he walked out of Liuzhen Martial Arts School and officially set foot in the world of Qi training.

They went through many hardships and dangers along the way... Wang Chan, Yan Yushu, Liu Jiao, Ye Kui, Heng Gu, and Fan Xianzhi...

Until now, he has become a great Taoist monk.

Chen Xuan is almost invincible in the Daozang realm.

Apart from the peerless immortal geniuses from ancient Taoist temples and major forces, as well as some people with incredible fortune, who might be a bit troublesome, the rest of the people are no match for him.

"Even if I can't defeat the mighty Dinglu alone, I still have some power to protect myself."

"Moreover, if ordinary Dinglu masters get a chance to get close, they will be the ones to die."

Heavy snowfall.

Thousands of miles of frozen ground.

When Chen Xuan was practicing, he occasionally sensed some cultivators from Chu and Zhi passing through nearby areas, and sometimes fierce battles broke out.

But with the recent heavy snow, these intense movements have subsided.

"This winter is very cold. Only through practice can I feel a little warmth."

Chen Xuan thought to himself, closed his eyes again, sat cross-legged in the well, with snow falling on one shoulder.

Tianyan Dao Fanxian's heart for seeking the Tao is unwavering and he is willing to give everything.

Isn't Chen Xuan the same? Even worse than her!
However, he was not born and raised here after all, and he was not the kind of heartless and pure seeker of truth in strange stories.

He saw the people of Xiaohe Village, where he once lived, being bullied by monks, and he would get angry and use the opportunity to vent his anger. He saw Yan Yushu of the Six Desire Heaven masturbating in a seductive manner, and his heart would occasionally stir. He saw the Jiang family of Chu State was very remarkable, and sometimes he felt moved, and even didn't mind helping out a little when he could...

Chen Xuan appreciates the things in this world that he thinks are beautiful, but he can't do more.

Therefore, I have been in this world for more than four years, and my will to seek the truth is as firm as a blue stone in the snow, never wavering.

It's spring again.

Chen Xuan is twenty years old, and spring is here and flowers are blooming.

In mid-January, he was officially promoted to the fourth level of Daozang.

"boom!"

At a certain moment, the shadow of a gigantic hand suddenly emerged from the bottom of the well. Its palm was the size of a millstone, with a flowing gray-gold metallic luster. Its five fingers were like spears, scratching the ground where the snow was beginning to melt.

"Whoosh!"

Immediately afterwards, the huge figure of the Human Emperor Daozang climbed out of the bottom of the well. His majestic figure grew taller and taller until it looked like a black and gold hill. Dazzling divine light flowed all over his body, and he looked like a giant spirit god.

"The laws of heaven and earth!"

The ten-foot-tall Human Emperor Daozang, with a majestic demeanor, looked down at the messy wellhead. While slowly piling up bricks and stones at the wellhead, he poked his head out and said:
"My Lord, I can now wield the Heavenly Mandate Emperor Banner..."

"can."

Chen Xuan's calm but powerful voice echoed in the well.

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Spring passed.

In the summer, the Zhulong sun is like a furnace, shining down on the earth for billions of miles, and blood and fire spread across the ancient land of Luoyue City.

Early May.

Four or five Chu monks covered in blood were all wearing the armor of the Demon Suppression Bureau. Not all of it was scarlet red, there was also a figure wearing dark green armor.

They were in a state of panic and fled into the mountains and wilderness.

"Luoyue City has been breached... Several old monsters at the Dinglu Realm have arrived from Zhi Country!"

The leader was a middle-aged man with tiger beard and leopard eyes. He muttered and reached out from under the scarlet armor on his waist and abdomen, grabbed a bloody object and threw it on the ground. It turned out to be a lively Polygonum multiflorum herb.

He glared at He Shou Wu, threw him to the ground, and spat, "Pooh!"

These four or five Taoist monks from Chu were all suffering from injuries to varying degrees.

"Damn it, the local fire cultivators in Luoyue City are so stubborn that they won't give up an inch of territory. They're really tough."

"More than sixty Daozang fire cultivators, desperate for their lives, almost overwhelmed a Zhiguo Dinglu master."

Someone sighed with a heavy expression, then sighed with regret, "It's a pity that we failed at the last moment, and most of them died..."

"Shen Lingfeng, you are a Qingqi cultivator, could you be a spy from Zhiguo?"

Someone sneered and looked unfriendly at a young man in dark green armor in the team.

"Don't talk nonsense. I am a direct descendant of Qinglu Mountain. I have my own defenses and will not be provoked by the evil monsters of Zhi Country!"

The young man named Shen Lingfeng scolded sternly, and then shot a soft green Qi towards the cultivator who spoke arrogantly, using the rich life energy to heal his injuries.

But after all, he had fought many battles, and the amount of immortal energy in his body was not much.

"Hey, Qinglu Mountain is a place where demons abound... sooner or later, you will become a demon like Qingyazi."

Four or five monks from the Demon Suppression Division walked into the ruins of a village not far away while talking.

"Rest for a while, eat some spiritual food, and then... well, it depends on fate!"

"This yard is cleaner..."

(End of this chapter)