Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 543 Nine Transformation Pill

Behind Yu Wanjun, Chang Jue, the head of the Secret Medicine Department, was holding a jade pill between his fingers.

As the red patterns flowed, Chen Duange's collapsed chest cavity began to heal visibly.

The aroma of this elixir alone is enough to make the injured person's blood and qi condense!

Changjue flicked his finger and shot the pill into Chen Duange's mouth. As he turned around, his cloak billowed with the fragrance of a hundred kinds of medicine: "The Marquis has decreed that the Cold Crow Sword Sect has rendered meritorious service in protecting the country and is hereby granted one Nine Transformation Rebirth Pill, a copy of the Tai Xuan Sword Manual, and all three generations of disciples are allowed to enter the armory to select spiritual weapons."

Once the elixir enters the abdomen, it transforms into a torrent of qi and blood.

The aura surrounding Chen Duange surged instantly, and his cultivation level, originally that of a Vajra Grandmaster, soared to the Dragon Elephant realm!
The Nine Transformations Elixir of Life can bring the dead back to life and perfect one's cultivation.

Rumor has it that this pill can enable those below the Cave Profound Realm to directly enter the Dragon and Elephant Realm.

"Nine Transformations Rebirth Pill?" Feng Buji's eyes widened as he stared at the pill in disbelief. "Your Zhen Tian Si actually gave such a secret imperial medicine to a martial artist..."

Before he could finish speaking, Grandmaster Yu Wanjun of the Dragon Elephant Sect casually swept his Panlong Halberd across the mountain, and the seven elders of the Flying Star Sword Sect were embedded into the mountain like broken sacks.

The blood seeping from the cracks in the rock quickly congealed into ice crystals.

The mountain breeze has stopped.

A severed head fell onto the bluestone square and rolled to Feng Buji's feet.

Feng Buji's eyes widened.

"impossible!"

"How did you find the Eastern Wei...?"

He suddenly screamed and unleashed a sword aura, which automatically disintegrated three feet in front of Yu Wanjun.

Yu Wanjun's halberd tip was already pressed against his throat, and the dragon shadow coiled around the halberd seemed about to burst out.

"The communication talisman array used by the Eastern Wei Dynasty is something our Zhuxian Division has already mastered."

At this moment, Chen Duange's sword rang out through the sky.

The old master's shattered dantian was rebuilt by the medicinal power, and his early-stage Dragon Elephant sword intent caused the hundred-foot-long cloud to swirl back!

As the waves crashed against the cliffs, the swords of the surviving Cold Crow disciples simultaneously lit up with the Vermilion Bird totem.

Holding the broken sword, Chen Duange's face was full of excitement and joy.

"My lords, I, Chen—"

Before he could finish speaking, Changjue waved his hand.

"The Xuanwu Guard of the Heavenly Suppression Division has sealed off the Yuncang River, and the Heavenly Punishment Guard is purging the ancestral land of the Flying Star Sword Sect." Chang Jue looked at the panicked Flying Star Sword Sect disciples, his eyes icy cold. "Sect Leader Chen only needs to do one thing—"

"Holding a sword, watching a play."

When the last two words were uttered, the Twelve Heavenly Gates Formation of the Immortal Execution Bureau had already enveloped Cold Crow Mountain.

Outside the formation came the screams of the Supreme Elder of the Flying Star Sword Sect. His natal sword, which had been refined for a hundred years, was melting into molten iron at the core of the formation.

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Jiujiang Prefecture.

Sheriff's Mansion.

When the water clock dripped to 9:45 AM, Prefect Tang Zheng, who was sitting upright at the long desk in his study, suddenly looked up.

He reached up and pressed his throbbing temples; the calming jade pendant hanging from the carved pillars was moving on its own even without wind.

The concubine beside him rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up. Before she could even put her arm around his shoulder, she was so frightened by his stern shout that she fell to the ground.

"Get out! Bring Master Zhou here!"

When Tang Zheng swept through the seventy-two courtyards of the Prefectural Governor's Mansion for the seventh time with the overwhelming power of a Grandmaster, he finally realized that he wasn't just being paranoid.

The entire mansion appeared calm and normal, but a chilling coldness seeped from the cracks in every floor tile. Half an hour later, Zhou Yanqing, a peak-stage Innate Realm martial artist on duty, knelt on the jade bricks, his forehead pressed against the cold ground: "Reporting to the Prefect, the guards in each courtyard have been on duty without fail, and there is no sign that the Nine-Bend Linked Formation has been triggered."

Tang Zheng clutched the mother-and-child jade pendant sent by the secret envoy of Eastern Wei in his sleeve. The runes engraved on the back of the jade pendant glowed with a faint spiritual light.

He kicked Zhou Yanqing to the ground, and the celadon teacup on the mahogany low table was swept away by the strong wind and shattered into eighteen sharp crescent moon pieces.

"Useless trash! I'd rather keep a mastiff than these servants!" The red-eyed unicorn embroidered on the prefect's robe looked ferocious and poised to pounce in the candlelight. "Go and summon Cao Xian to me!"

At the sixth quarter of the hour of Si (9-11 AM), the clapper struck for the third time, and the sedan chair of Prefect Cao Xian of Linshui came to a stop at the side gate, its wheels crunching through the thin frost.

When that fawning face lifted the curtain and emerged, Tang Zheng's expression remained completely unchanged.

"I have handled it all as you instructed." Cao Xian, shrinking back, handed over the blood-stained ledger. "The evidence of the Broken Mountain Sect's collusion with the rebels in the Eastern Territory is irrefutable. That old bastard Li Tianxiong believed until his death that I was responsible for silencing him."

Tang Zheng opened the ledger, his gaze lingering on the page recording the smelting of Yin Marrow Iron for a long time, before suddenly throwing the ledger at the charcoal brazier.

Before the leaping flames could even lick the yellowed pages, they were drawn back by the ice silkworm threads that flew from Cao Xian's sleeve—

This skill of fishing in the cold river is clearly a highly advanced martial arts technique.

"Does Your Excellency not trust me?" Cao Xian forced a smile as he bent down to pick up the account books. "The remains of those refugees from Chen Hanjiang are still being burned in the Earth Fire Chamber of Bai Chen Martial Sect."

They revealed their methods and eradicated the Broken Mountain Sect completely.

He still had control of the accounting books.

It was only at this moment that Tang Zhengzhi understood why he felt a sense of crisis.

It turns out that all of this came from Cao Xian!
Suddenly, the blue-eyed crows kept by the prefectural governor's mansion flapped their wings in unison, their black feathers fluttering down and covering the glazed tiles.

A master of Confucianism and Taoism, whose mind can move the world within a ten-mile radius!
As the prefect, Tang Zheng was blessed with the fortune of heaven and earth, and what he felt in his heart was the great Dao of the ten-mile world.

Staring at the newly grown white hair beneath Cao Xian's official hat, Tang Zheng took a deep breath and hissed, "Get back to your Linshui Mansion. You are not to leave without my written order."

Cao Xian smiled and bowed as he stepped back, saying, "This humble official understands, understands."

As he left the study, Tang Zheng's eyes were filled with a deep, icy coldness.

A faint killing intent gathered around him.

"Cao Xian, as soon as the Grandmaster of Eastern Wei arrives, I, the Prefect, will tear you to pieces."

His words carried a chilling undertone.

As Cao Xian walked out of the prefectural governor's mansion, his smile vanished, and he walked straight to the carriage parked in front of the mansion gate.

Inside the carriage, Lei Hao, the head of the Zhuxian Division, was polishing his nine-section thunder whip.

The purple thunder patterns wrapped around the whip resonated with the snowy sun outside the window, illuminating the carriage like a thunderous prison.

Suddenly, the carriage curtain moved without wind, and the secret letter presented by the hidden agent floated in the air, each word leaping with the unique thunderous secret script of the Zhuxian Division.

As Cao Xian's carriage turned the seventh corner, half a pale finger suddenly peeked out from the gap in the curtain. The unique skin-painting technique of the Thousand Illusions Guard faded away like melting snow, revealing the handsome and aloof true face of the Zhen Tian Division's secret agent.

Where was Cao Xian in the carriage?
Only Zhao Yinan, the commander of the Thousand Illusion Guard.

"Where is Lady Spider?" Lei Hao tapped his fingertips on the carriage wall, and the map of the Eastern Territory embedded within it suddenly lit up—

The smuggling fleet, personally commanded by Tang Yujue, son of Tang Zheng, had its flashing red dot overlapping with the blue light of the Zhuxian Sword Formation at the East Market Wharf.

The hidden stakeout outside the carriage bobbed his Adam's apple and said in a low voice, "Reporting to the Chief, Tang Yujue has confirmed the Eastern Wei's receiving route."

"But the love charm he carries can sense life and death, so we can't kill him directly for the time being."

"What our company wants is for them all to be alive." Lei Hao suddenly chuckled, his whip flashing out of the carriage window and shattering a communication kite into ashes. "With the Mother-Child Heart Pendant intact, how will the Grandmaster of Eastern Wei arrive to rescue them?"

"Send a message to the Netherworld Guards to confirm all the information Cao Xian provided, and then perform another soul search."

"If he dies from the torture, then we'll proceed with the soul refining."

(End of this chapter)