Yuantian Pidao

Chapter 92 Tidal Fan

On Muyu Island, in the evening, the setting sun shines on Qingxin Cottage, which is Jiang Chen’s rebuilt residence.

This place originally had no name, but as the sect was built, the makeshift team continued to become formalized. After consulting Jiang Chen, Wang Yuan, who was in charge of internal affairs, made a more detailed plan for Muyu Island and gave it many decent names.

The setting sun was as red as blood. Following the light of the setting sun, Wang Yuan and Shu Tianjiao came to Qingxin Cottage together.

Looking at Jiang Chen sitting under the peach tree drinking tea, Shu Tianjiao ran up immediately, flicked his tail, and handed a storage bag to Jiang Chen.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, looking up at Jiang Chen, Shu Tianjiao puffed out his chest and took credit for himself.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen threw a handful of spiritual sand to it and took the storage bag. This was the second storage bag he got today. The first storage bag belonged to Luo Qiao, and this storage bag came from Luo Qiao's disciple.

After killing Luo Qiao, Jiang Chen searched his soul as usual and took away his storage bag. However, Luo Qiao had already made plans for the worst. There was not a single spiritual sand in his storage bag except for a few bottles of emergency pills.

He placed all the inheritance and heritage of Yuling Sect in another storage bag and asked two disciples to take it away. Before the sword fight, he asked the two disciples to hide it. Once he really lost, these two disciples would be the last seeds of Yuling Sect.

Even though he had achieved some success in Qi training, he never looked down on Jiang Chen.

"Sir, the two disciples of Yuling Sect have been executed, along with the traitors who secretly colluded with Yuling Sect. Their bodies have been brought back to the sect."

With a respectful look, Wang Yuan reported the relevant information.

If the grass is not uprooted, it will grow again in the spring breeze. Since the Taiping Sect has become the opposite of the Yuling Sect, it is natural that the Yuling Sect will be eradicated without leaving any hidden dangers. Before, the Yuling Sect and the Taiping Sect did not have any hatred, but after they chose to take root in Qinghe County, the two sides actually became enemies.

As the sword fight ended, Jiang Chen's sword was stained with Luo Qiao's blood, and a real blood feud began between the two sides. As for hiding, the Taiping Sect of Qinghe County was the real local tyrant, and they had never relaxed their surveillance on the Yuling Sect.

Although the two disciples of Luo Qiao hid well, they were soon found by the Taiping Sect and eventually died under the siege of the Taiping Sect.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen nodded.

"You did a good job this time, go down and rest."

After looking at Wang Yuan, Jiang Chen spoke.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuan bowed in response.

After Wang Yuan left, Jiang Chen opened the storage bag after a while of using his true energy.

“They are all here.”

Seeing the contents of the storage bag, Jiang Chen's eyes moved slightly. There were many things in the storage bag, and they were very diverse. The only remaining heritage of the Yuling Sect was here, including the Qi training inheritance "Surge Waves Technique", the secret record of spiritual clams breeding, more than thirty pounds of spiritual sand equivalent to three thousand spirit stones, the mid-grade magic weapon "Chaosheng Fan" and other items.

Among them, the Art of Surge Waves is the fundamental inheritance of the Yuling Sect. The secret record of spiritual clams cultivation and most of the spiritual sand are provided by the Gao family. They let the Yuling Sect take root in Qinghe County. In addition to dealing with the Taiping Sect, they also want to make the Yuling Sect their vassal.

According to the agreement between the two parties, the Gao family gave the Yulingmen the secret method of cultivating spiritual clams and the corresponding clams. After the cultivation, the Yulingmen had to hand over 60% of the harvest to the Gao family. As for the mid-grade magic weapon Chaosheng Fan, it was left by Luo Qiao's favorite disciple Xu Lang.

During the initial siege, Luo Qiao risked his life to rescue his disciple's body, losing an eye in the process. Unfortunately, he cultivated mixed Qi and had too little time, so he hadn't been able to refine this mid-grade magical weapon. Otherwise, his fighting power would have been even greater. "It's a pretty good magical weapon, with fifty levels of restrictions, ten more than the Crane's Cry Immortal Needle. It's a rare treasure even among mid-grade magical weapons."

Picking up the Chaosheng fan, Jiang Chen's eyes moved slightly. The Chaosheng fan was made of cold iron as the fan ribs and the skin of a green water snake as the fan surface. It was cold to the touch, making people feel slightly uncomfortable.

"He had a rough childhood, but once he rose to prominence, he didn't know how to restrain his edge, which ultimately led to a disaster that killed people."

Playing with the Chao Sheng Fan, Jiang Chen couldn't help but think of Luo Qiao's favorite disciple Xu Lang. He met Luo Qiao at the age of twenty-one, and began to practice under the Yuling Sect. In just nine years, he achieved Qi training, which made him a true genius. However, it was also because of this that he suffered a disaster later.

Although both of them were in the early stages of Qi training, the Yuling Sect was considered a powerful force in Changfeng County. Although many people died in the chaos in Changfeng County, according to common sense, as long as the Yuling Sect did not fall into the vortex, it would be enough to protect itself. However, in the end, the Yuling Sect was destroyed.

However, someone secretly fanned the flames, taking advantage of the chaos, intending to kill Xu Lang. Xu Lang had already offended many people unintentionally in his daily actions, and some people did not want to see him continue to grow, which eventually led to the destruction of the Yuling Sect.

"According to Luo Qiao's memories, Xu Lang's own talent is not outstanding. He only has a three-inch spiritual orifice. The fact that he was able to cultivate Qi in just nine years must have a hidden secret."

With his thoughts turning, Jiang Chen put down the Chao Sheng Fan and took out a fishing rod from his storage bag. It was about ten feet long, without a hook or a line, made of bamboo, and was yellow all over.

"Compared to the Chao Sheng Fan's ethereal charm, this bamboo pole seems rather ordinary. But it's precisely because of its ordinariness that it's even more suspicious."

With the fishing rod in hand, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Jiang Chen's mind.

Through soul searching, he knew that Xu Lang was very good at fishing. He would always have a harvest every time he went into the river, and would often return with spiritual fish. These spiritual fish played an indispensable role in his nine years of Qi training. Even Luo Qiao was able to advance to the minor success of Qi training because Xu Lang would give Luo Qiao some spiritual fish from time to time.

"I wonder what's so special about this fishing rod, or if Luo Qiao made a mistake?"

With the fishing rod in hand, Jiang Chen tried to input his true energy into it.

Luo Qiao had long discovered Xu Lang's abnormality, but his own talent was average and his foundation in Taoism was doomed to be hopeless. In addition, Xu Lang treated him like a father and he treated Xu Lang like a son, and they had a close relationship, so he had never investigated it until Xu Lang died. Only then did he turn his attention to this fishing rod.

However, no matter how hard he studied, he found nothing abnormal with the fishing rod. In the end, he had to put it aside temporarily and wait for further study later.

Buzz, the formless true energy flowed, but the fishing rod did not respond at all. Seeing this, Jiang Chen frowned, then he tried dripping blood, but it still didn't work.

"True Qi doesn't work, blood doesn't work, I can only try soul power."

As his thoughts turned, Jiang Chen mobilized the power of his soul.

At this moment, the originally ordinary fishing rod finally showed some reaction. It continued to absorb Jiang Chen's soul power like a sponge.

Noticing this change, Jiang Chen's eyes lit up slightly.

"I'm not afraid of you smoking, I'm just afraid of you being indifferent."

The soul power that was seven times that of an ordinary person exploded, and Jiang Chen began to wrestle with the fishing rod.

(End of this chapter)