The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 141 Nine Tribulations
As soon as Hong Yuan finished speaking, Yang Lie and Wu Duxiong were both stunned.

"A new master has risen to power?"

Yang Lie, in particular, widened his eyes instantly, all sleepiness vanished, and he gulped down a large mouthful of wine to calm his nerves.

"Brother Hong, stop joking. My cheap master..."

“He’s not coming back.” Hong Yuan interrupted him, meeting their questioning gazes, and without hiding anything, briefly introduced Song Yinglong’s relationship with the Red Lotus Sect and its current situation.

"In short, Song Yinglong has been turned into a corpse puppet. Both Wohuzhuang and Longxiang Army need a new leader. Brother Yang, as Song Yinglong's disciple, it is only right for you to inherit his legacy."

Hong Yuan looked at Yang Lie and exclaimed, "Brother Yang, you've managed to win the heart of a beauty, ascend to the position of the new leader of Longxiang, and establish a family and career all in one fell swoop. You've struck gold!"

Wu Duxiong, still reeling from the shocking news of Song Yinglong's death and his transformation into a puppet by the Red Lotus Demon Cult, frowned upon hearing this: "Young Hong, this is no small matter. Song Yinglong has been building his power base for many years, with countless experts under his command. And you say he's connected to the Demon Cult... Even if he's dead, his adopted sons and daughters, and his military commanders, will not accept Yang Lie, a disciple who only recently joined the cult and whose martial arts are mediocre."

Yang Lie was already a martial artist who had reached the level of internal strength. He was good enough to be the head of a martial arts school in a region, but he was far from being able to lead the top forces in a prefecture.

Hong Yuan smiled and said, "If your martial arts skills aren't up to par, you can practice slowly. As for those who are not convinced, I will have the Zhenhai Alliance work together to reason with them and appeal to their emotions."

Hong Yuan showed no intention of taking action personally.

Without the support of Song Yinglong and the Red Lotus Sect, the Zhenhai Alliance's current strength is enough to suppress the Longxiang Army.

The reason Yang Lie was promoted to a higher position is that it is the reward he and the Fuhu Sect deserve.

"Brother Yang and Uncle Wu, you should know about Song Yinglong's death. Don't reveal it yet. Just say he's in seclusion practicing martial arts. Brother Yang, you will temporarily take control of the Longxiang Army in the name of 'Young Marshal'..."

"But... Brother Hong, I'm afraid I won't do a good job!" Yang Lie said with a bitter face. He had always been lazy and lazy, and suddenly he was supposed to take charge of a prefecture and manage the livelihood of millions of people. He felt his scalp tingling.

"What are you afraid of?"

Hong Yuan chuckled, "I'm not asking you to actually charge into battle or strategize. The specific tasks will be handled by your subordinates. Uncle Wu will help you, and I will also arrange for people to assist you. You just need to sit in that position, be a good 'young commander,' and keep the overall situation stable. By the way, take care of your marriage while you're at it. Double happiness, you should be secretly happy!"

"Alright, Yang Lie, I agree to this."

Wu Duxiong pressed Yang Lie's shoulder, looked at Hong Yuan, and sighed.

The scene of how the group fought their way out of the 'Azure Phoenix Wonderland' was still vivid in his mind, but the person in front of him had already ascended to the heavens and transformed into a dragon, and could decide the fate of millions of people with a single word or action.

With the support of the Zhenhai Alliance, and after Qing Lingzi eliminated some opponents, Yang Lie's path to becoming the young commander of the Longxiang Army was no longer hindered. Although there were some undercurrents within the army, no one dared to oppose him openly.

Given Yang Lie and Hong Yuan's status as "fellow disciples," Linjiang Prefecture was in an uproar. Many powerful families and gangs speculated whether the Zhenhai Alliance and the Longxiang Army were about to merge.
For the various forces in Linjiang Prefecture, this was a matter of life and death, and they had to take it seriously. But for Hong Yuan, it was just about helping his brother out.

After everything was arranged, he drifted away again.

During the journey, Hong Yuan did not rush, but held a newly printed copy of the 'Heavenly Ranking' in his hand.

"Third on the Heavenly Ranking, the Myriad Tribulations Daoist..."

Hong Yuan glanced at the list, not caring about his own ranking, his gaze lingering on the top ten.

Tenth on the Heavenly Ranking: Bei Mingzi.

Fifth on the Heavenly Ranking, Huaxi Sword Sect, Sword Master Feng Nanyan.

Number two on the Heavenly List is Zhenyi Guan, Li Daoyi.

Number one on the Heavenly Ranking...

Hong Yuan's gaze fell on the first place winner. His achievements had already spread, but even so, there were still two people ahead of him.

Li Daoyi is the most outstanding disciple of Zhenyi Temple in the past three hundred years. He has no title of temple master, but because he is focused on martial arts, he has repeatedly declined the position. However, he has the de facto title of temple master. It is said that his martial arts skills are so high that they are close to those of gods. Among the Taoist sects in the world, there are only two or three people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

The number one on the Heavenly Ranking is the leader of the Void God Sect.

The Void God Cult is an even more mysterious force than the Red Lotus Cult. While all religious organizations strive for a large and powerful population, the Void God Cult has only a handful of members in each generation.

However, the Heavenly Ranking placed the False God Cult Leader at the top, and there were few dissenting voices in the martial arts world, simply because, according to legend, the False God Cult Leader truly possessed power comparable to gods and demons. After memorizing the name on the list, Hong Yuan casually flicked his hand, scattering the dust in a flurry. He rode a magnificent steed, his eyes slightly closed, immersing himself once again in the cultivation of the 'Mirror World Heart Method' and the 'Taiyin Soul-Slaying Curse'.

Both of these true skills involve the 'brain', and the deeper one goes, the greater the boost to one's comprehension.

As soon as Hong Yuan had a thought, the information bar appeared before his eyes.

【Master of Blessed Land (Gray) - Seventh Step on the Stage: Hong Yuan (19)】

[Body Constitution: 8/100]

Comprehension: 9/100

[Talent: Qi flows through the entire body, and vision is clear and penetrating]

[Martial Arts Skill: Six Void Force]

Apart from the step being raised one level, nothing else changed, but Hong Yuan could feel that with the cultivation of true skills, his physical constitution and comprehension were actually slowly improving.

'I wonder what will happen after my comprehension increases by ten strands...'

Hong Yuan pondered to himself, then his heart skipped a beat, as if something had been touched in his mind, and he felt a sudden urge. He couldn't help but raise his head and look in one direction.

The sensation came and went quickly, but Hong Yuan didn't doubt his own senses or be suspicious. He frowned.

Which direction is it?!

Imperial Capital, Nine Tribulations Zen Temple.

In a quiet room filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, Dharma King Ratnasambhava sat cross-legged. His once plump face had become much thinner, and his aura was dull and listless.

The Divine Monk Yandao and two other elderly monks with profound auras sat around him. The three of them exerted their power at their fingertips, and golden light spread, attempting to dissolve the strange power lurking deep within the meridians of Dharma King Baosheng.

But that force was extremely difficult to deal with, like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone. It was also closely integrated with the Dharma King Baosheng's own blood and qi. Sometimes it was as thin as silk threads, difficult to catch; sometimes it was as strong as a copper wall and iron wall, indestructible; and sometimes it turned into an invisible net, which dissolved and absorbed the strange forces they transferred in.

"Ah!" Baosheng Dharma King suddenly cried out, his face contorted in pain, and worm-like ridges bulged out from under his face as if they were about to burst out.

"Master, I can't take it anymore!"

Yan Dao, with his long, snow-white eyebrows, sighed and pointed a finger, gently touching Bao Sheng's brow. The latter immediately fainted.

The two monks beside him were also senior monks of the Yan generation in the Zen monastery. One of them sighed, "The strangeness of this force is truly unprecedented in my life. It seems to possess all kinds of characteristics, and it is infinitely changeable and inexhaustible. With the combined strength of my two fellow disciples, not only can we not eradicate it, but the strange power we unleash is also absorbed by it..."

Yan Dao frowned and said, "Senior Brother Yan Jue, your 'Unobstructed All-Illuminating Wisdom' can see through all the laws of the world, yet it cannot break through them?"

He rescued Baosheng from the Vajra Temple, and this situation was completely unexpected.

Despite the profound resources of the Nine Tribulations Zen Temple, it was unable to unravel the hidden trick left behind by the Myriad Tribulations Daoist.

Yanjue lowered his gaze and hadn't spoken yet when another monk, a tall and imposing figure with a thick beard, resembling an iron tower, spoke up.

"It is true that the unobstructed all-pervading light can see through all dharmas in the world, but what if the dharma in Ratnasambhava is not any one of the dharmas in the world?"

The burly monk, whose Dharma name was Yankong, looked at Baosheng with eyes that, instead of showing worry, gleamed with a sharp light.

“Senior brothers, I don’t believe you haven’t realized this is neither subtle internal force nor any true skill we know of. It’s the Gang Body Technique…”

Yan Kong turned his gaze to the two monks, Yan Dao and Yan Jue. The prayer flags behind them swayed without wind, but his voice revealed a hint of barely concealed excitement.

"The path of internal force reaches its limit at the third level of subtle transformation, and no one has been able to break through it for hundreds of years! That's why our ancestors sought other paths, forging three paths: alchemy, true skill, and physical body. But the internal force in Baosheng's body is the fourth path..."

"The fourth level of change beyond subtlety."

(End of this chapter)