Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 544 Sect Master, is Wang Zhenzhi aiming for the status of a core disciple of the Mountain Sect?
Bai Chenwuzong.

The sect's headquarters, Baichen Mountain.

Just as the cold wind swept over Baichen Mountain and ice crystals seeped from the bronze beast head in front of the mountain gate, Yao Tong, the Thunder Commander of the Immortal Execution Division, landed on the top of the watchtower, stepping on lightning.

He lashed out a purple arc of lightning with his nine-section thunder whip, and twenty-eight netherworld chains, wrapped in thunder and fire, pierced through seven watchtowers.

The last thing the crossbowmen saw in their frozen pupils was the deathly wave of armored torrents and lightning serpents crisscrossing the mountain path.

The fire in the weapon-refining workshop suddenly surged three zhang (approximately 10 meters), causing the elder in charge, who was quenching the Yin Marrow Iron, to frown.

Before he could put down the spirit-infusing spoon carved from the skull of a refugee, a roar like that of the Netherworld Thunder Prison came from the depths of the earth.

"boom!"

Eighteen lightning pillars crashed through the dome, and the three lightning envoys of the Immortal Execution Division leaped down from the molten black iron beams.

As the fingers, adorned with thunder patterns, gripped the elder's crown, three thousand catties of Yin Marrow Iron Ingots were condensing into a heavy crossbow of the Eastern Wei style within the array patterns.

"How dare you..."

The elder deacon's curses, mixed with the sound of skulls shattering, were swallowed back down his throat.

Suddenly, the sound of a baby crying came from deep within the workshop.

Seven pregnant refugees, their bodies covered in sores, had their collarbones pierced by iron hooks, and their swollen bellies were covered with talismans meant to draw upon their innate energy.

At their feet, scattered among the earthenware jars, hundreds of unborn fetuses floated in the blood.

"brute."

Yin Jiuyou, dressed in a black robe, gritted his teeth and growled. Behind him, the commander of the Zhuxian Guard had lightning snakes dancing in his pupils, and his palm was pressed into the ground with a lightning seal.

The entire underground fire workshop was plowed three times by Lei Yu, and even the molten iron churning in the furnace evaporated into blue smoke.

Thunderous roars echoed from the direction of the main hall atop the mountain. Yao Tong, the Thunder Commander of the Thunder Immortal Slaughtering Division and a Dragon Elephant Grandmaster, wielded his nine-section thunder whip upside down and smashed through the seven layers of Xuan Iron Gate. The purple thunder patterns wrapped around the whip shattered the twelve guardian elders into charred remains.

"who--"

Bai Chen Sect Master Chen Heli shouted and threw out a black chain.

The chains transformed into long, serpentine snakes, nimble and sinister, hurtling towards Yao Tong.

This is a method of immortality, controlling one's natal spiritual weapon.

This chain is called the Xuanming Soul-Locking Chain, and it is a legacy of a third-rate sect on Yangtian Continent.

The sect leader of Baichen Martial Sect was using Yangtianzhou Immortal Dao methods, which means that Baichen Martial Sect has been infiltrated by the Immortal Dao.

"Snapped--"

The Thunder Whip unleashed a phantom of a Thunder Dragon, pulverizing the Xuanming Soul-Locking Chains into iron powder.

Chen He's eyes widened, and blood spurted from his mouth.

Immortal cultivation techniques and spiritual artifacts are so easily defeated!
“Thunder, Thunder Suppressing Heaven Division…” Chen He’s eyes were filled with fear.

The shadow of that thunder dragon reminded him of the powerful force that the Great Qin Dynasty used to suppress the immortal path.

How did the people from the Heavenly Bureau end up in the Eastern Territory?

"Use the people of my Great Qin to forge Yin Marrow Iron," Yin Jiuyou's voice rang out, as loud as thunder, shaking the beams and pillars in the hall, causing dust to fall. "Bai Chen Martial Sect, shall be executed."

This is the strength of at least a Grandmaster of the Cave Profound Realm!
Chen He staggered backward, and the communication jade talisman at his waist suddenly shattered—

The mountain gate formation has been broken!

The protective array given by the immortals didn't even have time to set up!
He was horrified to discover that the Zhuxian Division's battle flag had appeared behind Yao Tong, and the character "Lei" on the flag was exactly the same as the pattern of the crossbow bolt that had pierced through the border of Eastern Wei.

Back then, Chen He, along with his fellow martial artists from the Eastern Border, answered the call of the Black Ice Platform and led his sect disciples to the border to fight against the warriors of Eastern Wei.

"Your Excellency, spare my life!" Chen He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed, his forehead cracking against the jade brick. "It was the prefect who ordered us to do it, it was them—"

"You didn't say this when you communicated with the Eastern Wei envoy three days ago." Yao Tong tossed out seven jade pendants that captured images of the sect leader Bai Chen exchanging the souls of refugees with the Eastern Wei for the "Mountain Moving and Weapon Refining Record".

The image within the jade pendant made Chen He tremble all over, and he turned and fled.

He had only taken five steps when lightning flashed behind him.

"Click——"

A lightning whip swept across his neck, and Yao Tong's boot crushed the rolling head. From the direction of the dungeon came cries of agony as three Bai Chen elders, leading hundreds of disciples, knelt in the snow: "We are willing to offer up the list of those planted by Eastern Wei!"

Beneath their robes, the wounds from their severed meridians were faintly visible, and blood flowed like a river in the snow.

They don't want to die.

"late."

Lightning patterns danced on Yao Tong's fingertips, and the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gates Formation crashed down.

The disciples who knelt and begged were twisted into charred remains in the thunder.

The sword mound on the back mountain suddenly exploded, and a figure escaped burning with essence blood.

"Does the Heavenly Suppression Division really want to exterminate them all?"

Half-step into the Profound Realm.

Liu Xiao, the Supreme Elder of Baichen Martial Sect.

In his withered palm clutched the Xuan Yin Life-Saving Talisman bestowed upon him by the Eastern Wei Dynasty.

Yin Jiuyou looked up, grinning maliciously as he crushed the jade pendant in his hand.

Outside Baichen Mountain, the Zhuxian Sword Formation triggered heavenly punishment.

Elder Liu Xiao of Bai Chen was shocked to discover that the talisman in his hand had turned into a soul-devouring chain, and the remnant soul of the Eastern Wei ghost general was gnawing at his soul along the chain—this life-saving talisman was actually a trap!
His body shattered with a crash.

“Eastern Wei has long treated you as expendable pawns.” Yin Jiuyou threw out three hundred bone-piercing nails, pinning down the wailing remnant souls, and used the gourd in his hand to extract their souls. “From the day you used the refugees to melt iron, your fate was sealed.”

When the last Bai Chen disciple turned to ashes in the Thunder Prison, Yao Tong threw the blood-stained sect jade book into the void.

The secret letter from the Eastern Wei Dynasty, which had fallen between the pages of the book, was burned by lightning, leaving the two characters "Zhen Tian" (镇天, meaning "suppressing heaven") imprinted on the scorched earth.

Half an hour later, Baichen Mountain was as silent as a tomb.

The giant guard, covered in blood, carried the armory steward as he walked, leaving a trail of blood on the bluestone slabs: "Reporting to the commander, a jade slip containing the power transmission of Eastern Wei sword cultivators was discovered in the sword tomb on the back mountain. All eight hundred disciples of the Bai Chen Martial Sect have been killed."

The Zhuxian Guard, whose armor was stained red, knelt on one knee: "Four hundred and twenty refugees were rescued from the dungeon. As per the Marquis's order, the souls of the twenty-seven Eastern Wei craftsmen who participated in the weapon forging have been extracted and lit."

The icicles hanging from the eaves suddenly reflected a cold light, and the Thousand Illusion Guards emerged from the shadows: "Six outer sect stewards were hiding in the tenant farm at the foot of the mountain, carving navigation array patterns for the Eastern Wei flying boats—they have all been killed now."

As Yin Jiuyou mounted his horse, a deafening roar of a collapsing mountain came from behind him—the collapse caused by Lei Yu's complete refining of the Yin Marrow Iron.

"Come with me to see the Marquis."

……

Just as lightning raged across Beichen Mountain, dust billowed into the sky from the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb.

The waning moon fell into the icy cold, and its last dying sob was buried in a fissure three hundred feet deep in the earth.

The black banner of the Zhen Tian Division swept across the scorched earth, its star patterns on the corners reflecting the warm sun rising in the mid-sky. The army surged forward, converging on the direction of the Ban Shan Sect.

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The Mountain Moving Sect.

Outside the mountain gate.

Wang Zhenzhi, who had already passed the test, stood in front of the bronze cauldron at the Mountain Moving Trial Site.

Wang Zhenzhi's arms were muscular and knotted like dragons, and the totem of the Mountain Moving Warrior could be faintly seen under his bronze skin.

"rise--"

He let out a low shout, and as his three-legged stance lifted off the ground, it created nine afterimages—

This was clearly a sign that he had cultivated the "Ninefold Mountain Moving Technique" to the fifth level!
"Nine Palaces Moving Cauldron Technique!"

Cao Chunbao's pupils constricted slightly as he stood before the mountain gate archway, his knuckles gripping the hilt of his knife tightly.

"This is a unique skill created by Grandmaster Su Changming, and this kid Wang Zhenzhi has actually managed to reproduce seven-tenths of its essence!"

He turned his head and looked at the sect leader Yue Cengyun beside him.

"Sect Master, is Wang Zhenzhi trying to become a core disciple of the Mountain Sect?"

(End of this chapter)