Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 354 Asylum
night.

The stars twinkled.

Zhu Ju sat cross-legged on a rock, gazing up at the sky.

"The starlight in Mingxu Cave seems to be brighter than that outside."

“There aren’t any stars here.” Zhi Shou shook his head and handed over the roasted wolf leg:

"Our predecessors and sages once tried to peer into the stars, only to find that the starlight in the cave was all an illusion, a reflection of the stars. However, it is true that the power of the stars is extremely dense."

"Reflection?" Zhu Ju nodded slowly.
"The abilities of the ancient sages are truly beyond comprehension."

"Yes," Zhi Shou sighed.
"The Body-Forging of All Spirits, the Mantra and Incantation... these are all methods left by the sages. People have pondered for thousands of years but have not been able to add anything to them. They still cling to the old ways and are cautious and timid."

Zhu Ju smiled.

As he got to know Zhi Shou, he discovered that although Zhi Shou had a fiery temper and a strong personality, he was not lacking in wisdom.

On the contrary, he is a person with great wisdom.

otherwise.

It was also impossible for him to be taken as a disciple by Huike, one of the Three Sages, and to be groomed as his successor.

"The ancient sages, who controlled the universe, grasped yin and yang, and lived for ten thousand years, naturally had a far greater understanding of the great principles of heaven and earth than we do."

Zhu Ju spoke:
"Since the Body Forging of Myriad Spirits is a legacy they specifically left behind, there must be some reason for it."

Theoretically speaking, when the sages of the past secluded themselves and fled from danger, they must have thought that they might not be able to escape their fate.

Therefore, what is left to future generations at the last moment is certainly of paramount importance.

"Besides the Myriad Spirits Body Forging Technique, are there any other cultivation methods left behind?"

"No."

Zhi Shou squatted down to the side and shook his head, saying:
"According to records, cultivation has been prohibited here for about three hundred years; anyone who tries to cultivate will die."

"The more profound the cultivation technique, the faster it dies, which led to the destruction of many remaining techniques by later generations. Only the Ten Thousand Spirits Body Forging Technique and the True Word Mantra have been preserved to this day because of the special instructions given by the sages."

Zhu Ju understood clearly.

The same applies to the outside world.

Although the existing traditions also originated from the Jade Void Sect, they have all been transformed.

The old techniques are no longer viable.

However, there are many experts outside, and through the continuous efforts of countless cultivators, the technique has gradually become perfect.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu."

After a moment's thought, Zhi Shou spoke:
"I don't object to you wanting to cultivate the Myriad Spirits Body Forging Technique, but you absolutely cannot look down on others."

"Of course," Zhu Ju said with a smile.
"But the spoils of war should be fine, right?"

As he spoke, he flipped one hand over.

A glass bottle filled with eyeballs appeared in my palm. Each vertical eye was soaked in an unknown liquid, making it look extremely horrifying.

This item certainly did not belong to Zhu Ju; rather, he obtained it from the three villains of the Mu clan and the demonic monk Lingxuan.

The glass bottle is not large.

But there are over a thousand vertical eyes inside!

Zhi Shou's face darkened, his hands tightened suddenly, and he stared intently at the glass bottle for a long time before turning away.

"Amitabha……"

"Shh!"

A faint golden light descended from the sky, revealing Huike's figure.

"Fellow."

"Grandmaster."

Zhu Ju put away what he was holding:

"How about it?"

"I consulted with several city lords in the vicinity, but some of them had never heard of the evil spirits from the outside world, and therefore could not provide an answer," Huike said.
"but……"

"Could the Mingxu Sect possibly protect us?"

"If the number is small, the Mingxu Sect can provide protection," Zhu Ju said.

"Of course!"

"If I encounter a too formidable opponent, I can only prioritize preserving my own life."

"That's how it should be." Huike nodded.
"The Sect Master of the Mingxu Sect that you mentioned, fellow Daoist..."

"She's on her way and should arrive in a couple of days," Zhu Ju said.
"My sect leader is a Golden Core cultivator with formidable strength. He is also a master among those who have entered the cave heaven this time. With the addition of myself and everyone else, protecting this area should not be a problem. However, we need to agree on the reward."

He wasn't exactly a good person, but he was definitely not a bad one either.

It's true that Jade Void Cave Heaven has countless treasures, but Zhu Ju wouldn't actually kill someone to steal them.

That's the case.

Providing protection and receiving payment can satisfy both parties.

"Of course." Huike nodded, pulled a piece of paper from her sleeve, and handed it over:

"Fellow Taoist, please take a look."

Zhu Ju reached out and took it, glancing at it before a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face.

A miraculous medicine that has lasted for millennia!

Rare treasures!

……

"As expected of Jade Void Grotto-Heaven, even after suffering a great calamity, it still cultivates many spiritual herbs after thousands of years."

Zhu Ju nodded:

"admire!"

“Also…” Huike tentatively began:
"Some people wish to become disciples of the Mingxu Sect. I wonder if you would be willing to accept them as apprentices?"

"If one has good talent, joining the Mingxu Sect is no problem, but I, Zhu, have long since stopped accepting disciples." Zhu Ju shook his head:
"Those who are willing to join the Mingxu Sect at that time can leave with us."

"Okay." Huike nodded, then frowned slightly.
"I have not received any replies to the letters I sent to the Marquis's residences in the capital and the north and south. I do not know what has happened."

Beijing?

Zhu Ju shook his head slightly.

Any cultivator who enters, if they're not stupid, knows where the best chance of getting a rich reward lies.

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"drive!"

"drive!"

Dozens of strong horses gallop across the grassland.

These horses are robust, with soft, white coats, and their hooves pound the ground with the speed of the wind.

From a distance, they looked like dozens of white streaks flying by, which were miles away one moment and were right in front of us in the blink of an eye.

"Shh!"

Extreme speed.

But there was no wind.

This is the Wind-Treading Steed, a mythical beast kept in the Northern Marquis's residence. It can ride the wind and travel tens of thousands of miles a day.

The riders on horseback were the elite of the Marquis's mansion, each a seasoned veteran with exceptional martial prowess.

Furthermore, there were also Dharma masters who believed that their words were law.

Even the three sages of the time would have to give way to this group and dare not confront them head-on.

now.

They appeared extremely rushed, even disheveled, disregarding the horsepower and charging forward recklessly.

"The princess!"

One of them turned around, glanced back, and roared through gritted teeth:

“We’ll lure the demon away. You run towards the capital. Once you get there, you’ll be safe.”

"The capital?" Xia Tong's face showed bitterness.
Is the capital city safe?

"Sister." The young child, lying on the horse's back, looked up with red eyes:

"Will I never see my mother again?"

"...Good girl." Xia Tong gritted her teeth.
"We must survive so we can avenge our parents!"

"drive!"

The cavalry scattered.

One of them changed direction and rushed back the way it came.

The Wind-Treading Steed roared, its four hooves pounding the ground, and a howling wind rose from beneath its feet, carrying people into the sky.

The riders, some wielding spears and others forming hand seals, charged toward a faint, almost imperceptible beam of blood.

"Certainly!"

"kill!"

The two forces clashed in mid-air, and the blood-red light suddenly accelerated.

Countless streaks of blood spread across the void, and the Windrider and the knight on its back were instantly cut into countless fragments.

Blood splattered.

Then, drawn by an invisible force, it transformed into a river of blood and was swallowed by a blood-red longsword.

"Witch!"

Someone below roared angrily:

"I'll fight you!"

"Humph!"

The woman, dressed in a blood-red cloak and with delicate features, looked disdainful and pounced on the roaring man, devouring all his life essence.

"The flesh and blood of cultivators are still more flavorful. Destroying a marquis's mansion is comparable to decades of arduous cultivation."

She licked her lips, a cruel smile appearing on her face, and darted off to chase after him.

For her, killing this group of elites from the Marquis's mansion would not be difficult.

But she didn't rush to make a move. Instead, she toyed with the fugitive little by little, like a cat playing with a mouse, until he broke down.

Time passes slowly.

Xia Tong, on horseback, already had despair in her eyes.

Along the way, the group either scattered and fled, fought desperately to intercept them, or even hid themselves, but the result was...

Utterly useless!

That demoness was like an omnipresent demon, sparing no one, and the guards were killed one by one by her.

just now.

Only a handful of people remain.

"The county lord."

Someone growled:

"She's playing us!"

"Fight her!"

"Shut up!"

Xia Tong gritted her teeth, suddenly pulled on the reins, and looked with her crimson eyes at the blood-red phantom behind her.

"Witch!"

"I'll fight you!"

"on!"

The few remaining people, united in their hatred of the enemy, were determined to fight the demoness behind them to the death.

at this time.

A long whip descended from the sky, tightly binding the men and pulling them off their horses, sending them flying to the side.

"Princess, it's me."

The familiar voice rang out, filling Xia Tong, who had been in despair, with wild joy.

"Senior Huike!"

One of the three sages of our time!

Saved.

However, the next moment, Huike's words startled her, and then she felt a chill run down her spine.

"Princess, be careful! The pursuers are too strong. I am no match for them. We must escape!"

"Shh!"

Zhi Shou summoned a flying carpet and caught the group.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu," Huike called out.
"Please lend a hand!"

"I told you, I shouldn't have saved him." Zhu Ju frowned and said in a muffled voice:
“The cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect are the most troublesome, especially the Golden Core Grandmasters. If we fail to save them, we may all die here.”

He glanced at the rapidly approaching flash of blood and sighed helplessly.

"This time it's troublesome."

(End of this chapter)