Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 159 Summoning Techniques
The two true demons left the Sichuan Gang headquarters in a sorry state, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Their lightness skill was truly remarkable; carrying that conspicuous vermilion coffin, they moved with incredible speed, disappearing from sight in no time.

The Sichuan gang members were filled with excitement, and their eyes turned to the white-clad man in the five-story stockade.

Although life in Sichuan and Chongqing was comfortable, how could someone who was in the underworld not have some discernment?
After seeing the wind's color clearly, everyone was amazed and astonished.

The day before yesterday, when the old monster from the Demonic Sect of the Martial Arts Hall retreated, only the core elders were present. They had only heard about it before, but now, witnessing the true demon retreat, they felt both relieved and exhilarated, and found it all incredibly unbelievable.

The Champion's Coffin Palace is associated with many martial arts fanatics, and there are simply too many rumors surrounding it.

No matter where they heard it, they never knew that the number one power in the demonic sect was so easy to talk to.

Many people were secretly astonished, recalling the attitude of these two when they first appeared, completely disregarding the power of Bashu.

The illusion that "the real devil is easy to talk to" exists only because there is such a person in the Sichuan gang.

A terrifying figure who could frighten even the Coffin Palace.

The way everyone looked at the high tower changed completely. Even though Zhou Yi's expression was no different from when he first came to the Sichuan gang, it made these Sichuan men fill in a lot of information in their minds.

The Martial Arts Judge is famous throughout Sichuan and Chongqing, isn't he powerful enough? Some time ago, when the people from the Sun Coffin Palace went to Duzun Fortress, the True Demon saw him and still held his head high, sneering and questioning him.

But with just one sentence from this person, the true demons were so frightened that they carried their coffins and ran away.

Jie Hui had been a dominant figure for many years, and the people of Shu County always held him in awe. Even though Chief Fan supported Jiang Huai, people didn't object verbally, but they always had their doubts.

But now, in comparison, the traditional impression that "Jie Hui is too powerful" has been shattered to the extreme.

The martial arts judge can only judge the martial arts world of Sichuan and Chongqing.

Once he leaves this comfortable place, his reputation will be worthless; he'd be better off being tied to a celestial blade.

After a brief silence, the Sichuan Gang headquarters erupted in lively discussions, even more so than when they usually gathered for tea and drinks.

The elders did not stop the discussions that concerned the Grand Commander.

The entire Sichuanese community, from top to bottom, is rapidly converging towards the Jianghuai region.

No one would still think that Chief Fan was going down a dark path; this path was perfectly clear.

On the five-story stockade, Chief Fan turned his gaze away from the distance.

He took a breath, suppressing his chaotic and astonished feelings, and spoke with a more respectful tone.

First, he thanked them, then asked:

"Grand Commander, will Elder Zhou, the patriarch of this coffin palace, come in person?"

“I ruined his plans, so it’s not surprising that he came here. But the main target of the Coffin Palace is not the Sichuan Gang; the one who should be more worried is Duzun Fortress. These two people came here just to let you cultivate the Coffin Palace’s secret techniques.”

Fan Zhuo's face darkened as he heard the somewhat humorous voice:
"Chief Fan is fascinated by Chief Qiu's experiences. Even if Old Zhou is looking for you, things can't get much worse."

Gun Master put on a bitter face: "Grand Commander, please don't make fun of me. I am just a hypocrite, I don't have the same ambition as Chief Qiu."

"Don't worry, Chief Fan. If Old Zhou comes, I'll settle things with him myself."

His voice was calm yet remarkably confident, radiating an invisible aura of composure. Hou Xibai, standing beside him, couldn't help but praise him:
"The title of 'the number one among the younger generation' is no longer appropriate for the Grand Commander. He should be discussed alongside the older generation of top figures."

Fan Caiqi echoed, "Indeed, the Grand Commander should give young people a chance."

Fan Zhuo glared at his daughter, while Zhou Yi chuckled.

Shi Qingxuan, who was next to Fan Caiqi, didn't say anything, but gazed leisurely in the direction where the True Demon had left.

Fan Zhuo suddenly remembered something: "Grand Commander, there's new information from the Ba Meng."

"Did the Heavenly Mother revive the person?"

"No."

Fan Zhuo didn't know whether to be happy or worried: "The four major clans have added more living dead. Several of Jiao Luofeng's relatives have died, and the rest are hanging on by a thread, but they won't live more than ten days. The Yao clan has lost two elders, which shows that the Goddess is helpless."

“Sina is the leader of the Yao tribe. If the medium’s ability of the goddess can work, she will definitely favor those two elders, after all, they are old friends.”

Fan Zhuo merely relayed the message and did not urge Zhou Yi to go.

The situation in Ba Meng is very strange, and he doesn't know if Zhou Yi's Yin-Yang magic will work.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi fell into deep thought, which further confirmed Fan Zhuo's conjecture.

“If the Ba Meng comes knocking, will the Grand Commander refuse to see him? If he refuses, I, Fan, have ways to turn him away.”

"That's not necessary. Are they inside the city?"

“There are residences inside the city, but the ancient villages of the four major clans are outside the city, not too far from the Dashi Temple.”

"Dashi Temple."

Zhou Yi read it aloud, remembering that the abbot of Dashi Temple was also a highly virtuous monk, sharing the same title as the Evil King's alias.

Fan Zhuo casually interjected, "I heard that the abbot's mortal enemy returned, scaring all the monks into fleeing, leaving the temple empty."

The host's mortal enemy was none other than Xi Ying, the Heavenly Lord, one of the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect.

Has he completed his Purple Qi Heavenly Net technique and returned from the Western Regions?
Zhou Yi had not heard any news about Xi Ying, so he was somewhat puzzled by the changes at Da Shi Temple.

"when did it happen?"

About a month ago.

Fan Zhuo said with a hint of helplessness, "At that time, the incident at the Evil Emperor Temple had just broken out, and the Great Stone Temple was unable to pay attention to it. I had some connections with several old monks in the temple, but now I don't know where they are."

Zhou Yi didn't get too distracted; he just asked Chief Fan to keep an eye on things and didn't ask any more questions.

After descending from the stockade, we returned to our lodgings.

The Sichuan gang members were still chatting about what they had seen and heard that day, but Zhou Yi didn't care at all.

This nonchalance wasn't feigned; in his eyes, the true demon posed no threat whatsoever.

“Brother Zhou, you practice your skills here. I’ll go and find out where the people from the coffin palace went.”

"Brother Hou, please be careful."

Hou Xibai turned and left, and Fan Caiqi chased after her, hearing her voice from afar:

"I'll go with you. Don't think I don't know you're going to the Sanhua Pavilion for your pleasures."

Zhou Yi watched their retreating figures before turning his gaze away.

The girl in blue suddenly spoke up: "The people from the Evil Extreme Sect seem to be very afraid of you."

“They suffered a lot at my hands. My true energy has a slight restraint on the demonic energy, so that’s why they have this attitude.”

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he noticed that she was staring at him intently with her dark, jewel-like eyes.

Because of Lu Miaozi, Shi Qingxuan had heard about Xiang Yutian and had a deep understanding of the secrets of Dao Heart Seed Demon, Evil Emperor Relic, and Evil Emperor's Disciples.

"Why, what's wrong?"

Shi Qingxuan calmly said, "The Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique is the supreme technique of the Demonic Sect, even superior to the Heavenly Demon Technique of the Yin Gui Sect. I recall Mr. Lu mentioning the previous Evil Emperor, that even if his disciple practiced the technique incorrectly, it would not be able to be countered by other true energies."

“My mother cultivated the Cihang Sword Manual, which is also one of the Four Great Classical Novels. She devoted herself to studying that person’s Immortal Seal Technique, but she still couldn’t crack it. Given Mr. Lu’s high regard for the previous Evil Emperor, I can’t think of any true energy that could break the Evil Extreme Sect’s demonic aura.”

Zhou Yi casually replied, "Naturally, it's Taiping Hongbao."

"That's not right either."

Her voice was clear and melodious, and her thoughts were even more lucid:

"There is no Hongbao in the Four Great Classical Novels. Mr. Lu is a friend of the Evil Emperor. He lived during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. I have heard of the Celestial Master Sun En. If there were a Hongbao, the Evil Emperor would definitely have told Mr. Lu. Since Mr. Lu did not mention it, it means that there is no Hongbao."

Shi Qingxuan smiled slightly: "The Grand Commander has so many secrets, no wonder he always deceives people."

She knew quite a lot of inside information, and with her intelligence and keen observation, she was able to notice the subtle details.

"Does Miss Shi really want to know my secret?"

"No, I just felt that the famous Grand Commander also had his own hardships and difficulties. It's a process that makes people curious, but it's not my wish to pry into someone's secrets. Just pretend I didn't ask."

She sat on the edge of the well under the ginkgo tree, her hazy reflection in the well water adding to her captivating beauty, a sight rarely seen in this world.

"Does Miss Shi love music?"

"Ah."

"When you see some beautiful old musical scores, have you ever had the idea of ​​composing a new piece because of them?"

Looking at the leisurely-looking young man in front of her, Shi Qingxuan instantly understood his words.

She smiled and said, "No wonder Young Master Hou said that the Grand Commander is more sentimental. Qingxuan now understands that the sentiment he refers to is the sentiment of 'talent'."

Zhou Yi ignored her words and changed the subject:
"Now that you know how precious my precious treasure is, are you interested in practicing this skill?"

Shi Qingxuan shook her head again: "Grand Commander, there's no need to mention the Sun Changing Technique anymore. Qingxuan will forget about it soon."

Seeing Zhou Yi tilt his head in a depressed mood, the girl couldn't help but chuckle.

This domineering Grand Commander is actually quite interesting.

"Are you looking for that fake relic because of the Duzun Fortress?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi regained his serious expression: "Perhaps it will come in handy."

"It won't be easy for you to persuade Duzun Fortress, but in Bashu, the words of Fortress Master Xie are the most effective. I'll go and find him for you."

"Where to find it?"

"First, we need to go to Dashi Temple."

She carried a hint of reminiscence:
“Back then, my mother was exhausted and knew that her days were numbered, so she took me to Dashi Temple. After she died, her body was cremated and her ashes were sent to Cihang Jingzhai. The head of the temple wanted to take me to the temple to raise me, but I refused. Later, I lived in Dashi Temple for two years and then moved to Xiaogu. Some of my things are still in the Qingzhu Zen Room on the back mountain of Dashi Temple.”

“I remember Mother mentioning yellow crystals, and it seems she took them to the Great Stone Temple.”

She continued:

"Mr. Lu said that the Evil Emperor Relic is a kind of wonderful yellow crystal. From the first generation of Evil Emperor, when each generation of Evil Emperor knew that their time was coming to an end, they used a secret method to condense their life's power into essence and inject it into the crystal, hoping that the person who inherits the Evil Stone can use the essence for their own purposes, so that each generation of Evil Emperor can dominate the martial arts world."

The primordial essence within the Evil Emperor's relic can increase lifespan, which allowed Xiang Yutian to live to be two hundred years old.

Taoism emphasizes refining essence into qi, but the Evil Emperor's Relic seems to be the opposite.

Transform Qi into essence, turning one's life's work into primordial essence.

Zhou Yi was somewhat curious about this process. Martial artists cultivate essence, energy, and spirit, and reversing these three treasures is the ultimate path.

How does true qi reverse?
At this thought, a question suddenly came to mind: "Does Miss Shi know the origin of this yellow crystal?"

"Um"

The girl pondered for a moment: "I remember it seems to be related to the Evil Emperor Temple. My mother knows more about this matter, and there is also a senior Taoist who knows about it, namely Yuan Tiangang from Bashu."

"Strange, how did this matter get involved with Fellow Daoist Yuan?"

"Then I don't know."

Shi Qingxuan turned to look at him, "However, I heard from Mr. Lu that the previous Evil Emperor stayed at the Evil Emperor Temple for a period of time. I went to investigate and obtained some things."

"Martial arts manual?"

"No, it's the Mohist mechanical arts."

Seemingly guessing that he wasn't interested in mechanical arts, Shi Qingxuan didn't continue.

Zhou Yi's interest in the Evil Emperor Temple grew even stronger; it seemed there was a lot of information about it that he didn't know.

"It's very dangerous at Da Shi Temple. Don't go there alone. Let me practice my skills for a few days first, and then we'll go together."

Shi Qingxuan naturally had no objection, but she did offer a reminder:
"Your fake relic may not exist, so don't have too high expectations."

Zhou Yi smiled slightly, convinced that this thing would definitely exist.

Over the next few days, he transformed into an ascetic.

Although I didn't practice the Undying Seal Technique and the Sun Changing Technique, the essence of martial arts they expounded flowed into my heart like a gentle stream.

In addition, there are Qiu Qianbo's martial arts insights gained from his travels throughout the Nine Provinces.

With a multitude of inspirations swirling in his mind, if it weren't for the numerous affairs in Sichuan and Chongqing that kept him occupied, he probably would have gone into seclusion for a while.

Hou Xibai found out some information.

For example, Duzun Fort has been very lively lately, as masters from the sacred land of martial arts have arrived, including Li Yuanji, a master of spear fighting from the Li clan, who has entered the fort.

In addition, Emperor Li Gui of Liang, who occupied the Hexi region, and Hegemon of Western Qin, both sent their experts to this place.

On the surface, Duzunbao treated everyone equally and welcomed them warmly.

They are now being targeted by the Demonic Sect, and the more people who come to their aid, the better.

Meanwhile, the Sichuan gang was keeping a close eye on the movements of the coffin palace.

The Ba-Meng alliance is still tormented by matters of gods and ghosts, and the three major forces in Ba-Shu are almost all doing their own thing.
Seven days later, in the afternoon, the Sichuanese community, which had been quiet for several days, welcomed a special guest.

"Chief Fan, I apologize for disturbing you."

Inside the headquarters of the Sichuan gang, a beautiful Yao woman with a high nose bridge and colorful ribbons was greeting Fan Zhuo.

Fan Zhuo guessed that the Ba Meng would send someone, and it was more likely that it would be Luo Feng, the Miao chieftain. He never expected it to be her.

It was none other than Meiji Sina, the Yao ethnic leader, the beloved disciple of the Goddess.

"The leader has come here to see the Grand Commander."

Based on Sina's usual personality, she should have been full of enthusiasm and had a smile that reflected her enjoyment of life from beginning to end. However, Fan Zhuo noticed a solemn look on her face.

"Yes, I came here because of its reputation."

The relationship between the Master of the Nanyang Temple and the Grand Commander of Jianghuai was certainly no secret to the three major powers in Bashu.

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhuo immediately knew what kind of reputation she admired.

I found it somewhat amusing.

At that time, the He Yi Sect heard rumors in the martial arts world that there was a Master Yi Guan in Nanyang whose ability to use Yin and Yang as a medium was superior to that of the Tongtian Shenmu, and they were not convinced.

The spirit medium's magical arts are said to allow her to communicate with the dead in the underworld.

This reputation has been built up over decades.

Do you, Master Yi Guan, have this ability?

Being trampled on to rise to power in this way once aroused the anger of the He Yi Sect. However, Tongtian Shenmu was, after all, a senior expert who rarely interfered in the affairs of the martial world. Therefore, the He Yi Sect did not dare to go to Nanyang to find out the truth.

Who would have thought
The future leader of the Unity Sect has come here to invite the mortal enemy of the Yin-Yang Realm.

That's so ironic.

Fan Zhuo also guessed that the crisis in the Barisan Nasional was urgent.

The thought raced through his mind, and he reached out to lead the way: "Please!"

Sina stopped her Yao companions who had come with her and went with Fan Zhuo to a secluded village behind the Sichuan Gang headquarters.

Before long, the Yao leader met the person who had been arguing with them about the Ba League.

Zhou Yi was more amiable towards Ba Meng and took the initiative to come up to him.

“Sina greets the Grand Commander.”

She bowed with both hands, and Zhou Yi returned the bow with his own hands in return before asking directly, "What brings the leader here?"

Seeing his reaction, Sina neither stood on ceremony nor tried to hide anything:

"Several important figures in our Ba'an League are caught between life and death. We earnestly request the Grand Commander to use his methods."

Having said that, he had already prepared his words.

If we're talking about the struggle for supremacy between the Yangtze and Huai River regions, let's show some of the sincerity that the Ba League agreed upon.

But this mental calculation failed, and Zhou Yi didn't mention it at all.

"I have long heard that the old lady has the ability to communicate with spirits. I am sure that I am not as good as her in communicating with ghosts and gods. Even the old lady cannot wake people up, so I am afraid I am unable to help."

Sina, with a solemn expression, immediately replied:
"Regardless of whether the Grand Commander can save lives, our Baringa League will never forget your kindness!"

Although the four alien races are united and exclusive, they are very loyal to their promises. Fan Zhuo was about to give Zhou Yi a wink when Zhou Yi agreed without hesitation.

"When are you going?"

Sina was anxious and couldn't help but be a little impolite: "Is now a convenient time?"

"It's convenient, please wait a moment in the chat."

Seeing Zhou Yi turn and go back into the house, the beautiful Yao chieftain returned to the place where her people were waiting.

Those tribespeople did not expect her to return so quickly.

An elderly man dressed in Yao ethnic clothing asked, "How is it?"

"He was very straightforward. He didn't negotiate with me; he just said a few words and agreed to go to the ancient village outside the city immediately." The people of Ba Meng felt a sense of goodwill upon hearing this.

Some people muttered, "A quick agreement doesn't necessarily mean they can save lives."

Upon hearing this, the people of the four tribes of the Ba Meng whispered among themselves, but Si Na interrupted them.

Even if there's only a sliver of a chance, you should still give it a try.
"You really want to communicate with the Yin and Yang realms?"

Shi Qingxuan whispered, "Are those stories about spiritual mediums true?"

“There’s truth and there’s lies.”

“I will go with you, and on the way back we can visit the Great Stone Temple.”

"Actually, you're just curious to see how I save those living dead."

"Where is it?"

Shi Qingxuan denied it, and laughed, "Girls are most afraid of those supernatural things, and I'm no exception. I was just going to Dashi Temple on the way."

Are you afraid of ghosts so you can stay alone in a secluded forest cottage?
Seeing that she seemed to be ready to be exposed, Zhou Yi didn't bother to say anything more.

"Among the four leaders of the Ba Meng, there is a burly old man with a bad temper named Chuan Mouxun. If he asks you where you come from, just say you come from Wolong Mountain in Nanyang."

"Why?"

"He is a Yi ethnic group Fengjiang. His ancestors were related to Meng Huo of the Shu Kingdom and worshipped Zhuge Liang. Zhuge Liang is none other than the Crouching Dragon."

At this point, she covered her mouth and chuckled, "However, you are a powerful general, so he might not like you."

There's actually such a connection.

"Miss Shi is very thoughtful. Here, take this."

Zhou Yi handed her a tool for eating. Shi Qingxuan held a Bagua mirror and a peach wood sword.

These were all purchased by Hou Xibai.

"This is.?"

Zhou Yi said calmly, "If we fail to save them, we can just leave the city. It won't be a wasted trip."

……

It was already late afternoon when the Sichuanese left. After leaving Chengdu and heading south, they arrived at the ancient village of Bayannur, where it was getting dark.

Sina had apologized several times along the way.

We should have waited until the next night to invite Zhou Yi over; it's really impolite to do it now.

Zhou Yi was thinking of asking the people from Ba Meng to pay more, so he felt the timing was just right.

I could hear the sound of a nearby spring and the chirping of birds in the distance.

I couldn't help but look up and saw the Miao village of a thousand households, with its wooden houses stacked against the mountain, their silhouettes appearing even more solemn in the twilight.

"Ding-ding-"

Below the ancient village of Bayannur, there are several silversmith workshops where the sound of hammers can be heard constantly.

Looking further up, wisps of smoke rise one after another from the village, swirling in the evening breeze, drifting gracefully between the stilted houses.

This exotic scenery, so different from what was in the city, caught Zhou Yi's attention, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances at it.

"Grand Commander, this way please!"

Suddenly, a row of lights appeared on the mountain path leading to the top of Dazhai.

Sina had already sent someone to inform them.

At this time, the mountain path was full of people, all holding torches.

This is the enthusiasm of the Baram League, and also their custom, hoping to burn away plagues and diseases and seek peace.

Those holding torches were all men from the four ethnic groups of Bayannur who understood internal martial arts.

If you don't have some skill, who would dare to break into this village of Bayannur when it's getting dark?

There was a lot of noise on the mountain road, and people were peeking out from the many stilted houses all around, trying to see which important person from Bayannur had arrived.

Zhou Yi remained calm as he climbed the mountain path alongside Sina, who was leading the way.

Standing in front of rows of stilted houses with varying elevations, Zhou Yi was surprised to see several familiar faces at first glance.

"Grand Governor!"

Wu Sansi, Xi Jie, and Fan Shaoming, the three heroes of the Yellow River, stood at the forefront, briefly blocking Sina's group.

The Yellow River Gang came looking for their leader and stayed in the ancient village.

Finally, the person in question has arrived.

"Aren't you from the Li family?" Zhou Yi found their attitude strange.

Wu Sansi said:

"The Grand Commander left in a hurry that day, and we few were lucky to survive, but we didn't have a chance to say thank you."

Zhou Yi waved his hand: "No need, it's no trouble at all."

The three heroes of the Yellow River looked ashamed and, without answering, made way for them.

Behind them, an old man carrying a wine jar stepped out and immediately began to bow.

Zhou Yi swiftly caught Hu Xiuhuai.

"Why bother, brother?"

Hu Xiuhuai said with deep self-reproach, "Last time, I was blind and didn't recognize the Grand Commander's identity. This time, even if I am rude, I must make it clear that I, Shili Kuang, am by no means an ungrateful person."

"Since we entered Sichuan, we have not done anything to betray the Grand Commander."

Zhou Yi's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

"Didn't Chief Tao give some instructions?"

“Master Peng has been misled. We have discussed it and will go back to help him explain things clearly.”

Zhou Yi was silent for a moment, then Hu Xiuhuai suddenly asked, "Grand Commander, would you like to drink another bowl of wine with me?"

"What wine?"

“It is indeed this Xingyang Tukuchun.” Hu Xiuhuai patted the wine jar, his gaze towards Zhou Yi was very complicated, longing to redeem his sense of chivalry from him.

"What cup?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Xiuhuai's eyes lit up: "Of course, it's a white porcelain cup!"

"The frost-like reflection enhances the whiteness of the porcelain cup, and the moonlight illuminates the night, mimicking the clarity of the wine. I, Old Hu, have not forgotten my friend's words!"

Zhou Yi laughed heartily: "Brother Hu, please have a cup."

Shi Li Kuang Da Le poured Zhou Yi a glass of wine.

Zhou Yi drank it all in one gulp and showed him the empty glass:
"Once it was Fule, now it is Bashu. The mountains and rivers have changed but the people have not. The wine still tastes like Dapengju."

Hu Xiuhuai laughed loudly. While the living dead in Ba Meng were still lying dead, he was already alive.

For those who live in a land of wine, just one cup is enough to bring them release.

But Hu Xiuhuai poured another cup and said loudly:
"Hearing of evil spirits in Sichuan and Chongqing, this cup will not dwell on the past, but only bolster courage. May the Grand Commander's sword vanquish all demons and monsters wherever it points."

"it is good."

Zhou Yi, having taken advantage of this auspicious omen, drank another cup.

The three heroes of the Yellow River were overjoyed to see this, and now they had reconciled.

Staring at the white-clad youth before them, the three heroes inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. For the past few days, it had felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on their chests, and only now did they feel at ease.

Zhou Yi caught up with Si Na.

Shi Qingxuan glanced at Zhou Yi, then looked back at Shi Li Kuang. The old man suddenly picked up the jar of wine and began to drink it all by himself, looking very heroic.

I wonder what their story is.

Lost in thought, she fell behind by two steps, then quickly caught up.

A large group of people were waiting at the entrance of the village ahead.

However, the expressions on these people's faces varied, and not everyone welcomed Zhou Yi's arrival.

Although Monkey King Feng Zhen is a Qiang ethnic minority, his attire is no different from that of an ordinary martial artist.

He looked a few years older than Fan Zhuo, with a longer beard and a high hairline, making him somewhat resemble a monkey.

“Sina was too rash to have the Grand Commander come here overnight,” Feng Zhen said, looking ashamed at first, then hurriedly added, “I hope the Grand Commander will not blame us. It is because the seven elders of our Ba Alliance are in a dangerous place, and some of them may not make it through the night.”

Sina was startled: "How come there's another person?"

At this moment, a burly old man with an unfriendly expression said, "He is La'omu of my tribe."

"When did this happen."

"He suddenly collapsed around dusk."

Zhou Yi frowned and glanced around, which caught Feng Zhen's attention.

"Alliance Leader, since the situation is urgent, please take me to see it first."

"it is good."

Zhou Yi was invited into a wooden building filled with the scent of herbs. The building was extremely spacious and filled with copper lamps of varying brightness, their flames as small as beans, floating on the lamp oil.

In the very center, there was an old woman with white hair holding a whisk.

Her nose was adorned with a bump, and her head, neck, hands, waist, and feet were covered with various gemstones and jade, yet her face was withered and cold, completely at odds with these precious stones.

With her long, curved, sharp fingertips, she looked just like a female zombie resurrected from a coffin.

The old woman was fiddling with a person in front of her, unsure whether the person was dead or alive.

Suddenly, he turned around and stared straight at Zhou Yi.

She lowered the man's arm and asked in a sinister tone:
"Where are you from, Your Excellency?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she exuded a strange spiritual power, and everyone around her fell silent.

Zhou Yi calmly replied, "Wolong Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple."

"Oh, I've long admired your name. Are you Master Yi from Nanyang?"

"She has a little reputation, but is not worth the Goddess's attention."

Like the Yao people, the Bashu Unification faction had certain connections with the Western Turks, and therefore supported the Li clan.

If it weren't for the fact that three Yao elders were in imminent danger, Sina would never have gone to the Sichuan gang to ask for help.

Not only was the Heavenly Mother skilled in spiritual mediumship, but her martial arts prowess also surpassed that of Alliance Leader Feng. Naturally, she found it difficult to accept that this young man was her equal in the martial arts world.

She ran her fingernail across the man's arm, her eyes fixed on Zhou Yi:

"Martial artists in the martial arts world cultivate the three treasures of man. The ability of spiritual medium should be in the spirit. When the spirit is extremely strong, it is enough to see beyond the void. At your age, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to cultivate great spiritual power."

Zhou Yi smiled slightly: "Did the Divine Mother revive the person?"

The gaunt face of the Heavenly Goddess grew even colder: "You try."

"Please move aside."

The old woman didn't get angry when she heard Zhou Yi's words; she just gave a sinister smile.

As soon as she stood up, all the lamps in the room flickered.

Each candle flame seemed to grow an inch taller.

It gives people the illusion that the lamplight possesses a spiritual quality, accompanying the goddess in her daily life.

This scene is truly bizarre.

If Zhou Yi hadn't sparred with the Good Mother, he too would have been astonished by this spiritual technique; now it seems utterly ordinary.

The four major tribes of the Ba Meng saw Zhou Yi sitting next to the 'corpse'.

The lamps that had been lit by the Heavenly Mother all shrank by half an inch.

Even more strangely, the flames of the seven soul-summoning lamps beside the corpse actually rose higher.

With one positive and one negative aspect, this young man's ability to control the subtle details was actually superior to that of the Heavenly Mother!

A glimmer of hope appeared in the old eyes of Luo Feng, the elder of the Miao ethnic group.

The Heavenly Mother revealed a strange expression for the first time.

She stared intently at Zhou Yi, watching him probe the acupoints, deliberately pressing on the Tanzhong point, the point of life and death.

The Supreme Yang Aperture, the Top of the Head.
No, none of those are true!

Zhou Yi's mind sharpened, and he checked the pulse. Although the man in front of him, who was around thirty years old, was weak, he was still clinging to life.

It seems that exploring each clue one by one will be a troublesome matter.

"Which tribe does he belong to?"

Behind the leader of the alliance, a burly old man stepped forward: "He is a descendant of my Yi people."

This old man was none other than Feng Jiangchuan Mouxun, the leader of the Yi ethnic group.

As he spoke, he glanced at the Seven Star Lamp beside Zhou Yi and couldn't help but think of Zhuge Liang prolonging his life at Wuzhang Plain.

Remembering that Zhou Yi had also come from Wolong Mountain, this xenophobic and irritable old man softened his tone slightly:
"His soul has already passed through the gates of hell; please proceed with your actions, Master."

Zhou Yi nodded and unbuttoned his shirt.

Yan Chongxian once said that the deceased's heart was ulcerated, with honeycomb-like holes, as if it had been gnawed by insects.

The heart meridian should be the source.

He reached out and pressed his hand on the Yi person's heart.

His heart was still beating, and he felt perfectly normal. But when Zhou Yi slowly channeled his inner energy into the acupoints and meridians around his body, he suddenly made a miraculous discovery!
Near this person's heart meridian, extremely subtle streams of true energy passed through, like a fishing net enveloping the entire heart meridian.

Following the clues, they eventually found the Dantian (lower abdomen) and Huangting (lower abdomen).

It turns out that this true energy draws upon the true essence within the Yellow Court and lingers there for a long time.

These methods are extremely evil and poisonous. To keep him alive, one must constantly input true energy. If this continues, the experts in the Ba Alliance will become weaker and weaker in their efforts to save him.

Weak people are easily targeted, which gives people the feeling of a plague spreading.

The strange thing about this method is that its true energy is not only subtle, but also has a similar effect to the spiritual secrets of the Great Ming Sect.

It is a tangible spiritual energy envelope. Even the Divine Mother can only detect the spiritual abnormality, but cannot investigate the true energy.

Zhou Yi suddenly understood, not only finding the solution but also discovering a way to explore the essence of the spirit.

The room remained silent for a while. Seeing that Zhou Yi did not move, everyone shook their heads inwardly.

The hope in his eyes gradually faded.

Suddenly, the lights in the spacious room flickered.

The four major tribes of the Ba Meng immediately showed surprise, and then each of their hearts, like those lights, beat uncontrollably.

That was the aftershock of two powerful spiritual forces colliding!

Zhou Yi struck with earth-shattering force, knocking down the spiritual essence of that mental net, just as he had crushed the Benevolent Mother's Free Spirit. In an instant, the perfect combination of primordial spirit and primordial energy was severed.

It's like countless taut fishing lines snapping all at once!
The spiritual resounding sound, to onlookers, was like chains from the underworld being broken.

It gave one the illusion that the soul of the Yi people's descendant was breaking free from the soul lock of the underworld, a lock that was broken by the young man in white.

The Heavenly Goddess's spiritual power was more acute than that of those around her, and her expression changed drastically at this moment.

The moment the Yi youth's mental network broke, he gained freedom. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath of the cold night air, but his body could not withstand the cold.

All the onlookers saw Zhou Yi reach out and grab the flames from the Seven Star Lamp with incredible skill, which, under a spatial fluctuation, gathered together as the space contracted.

Following the changes in hand seals, the Taoist Heavenly Gang Seal Method is used to press out the seals.

The Seven Star Lamp went out on the Yi youth, and the heat entered his body, instantly neutralizing the cold.

Struck by this heat, the man who had kept his eyes closed for nearly half a month suddenly opened them and stared blankly at everything in front of him.

The Seven Stars prolong life, Yin and Yang reverse, he's back, he's returned from the brink of death.
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(End of this chapter)