Master of the Xuanyin Sect of Mount Shu

Chapter 70 Maha Bone Setting
Mount Wutai, Hunyuan Cave.

The Grandmaster Taiyi Hunyuan had a fierce argument with his junior brother Sikong Zhan.

They had argued many times. Initially, Sikong Zhan's arm was severed by the Qing Suo Sword, and he urgently needed a spiritual medicine to reattach it.

In the entire Shushan world, there are very few medicines that possess this kind of medicinal property.

The most famous is undoubtedly the Ten-Thousand-Year Broken Grass of the Old Ancestor of the Arctic Wuding Island, followed by the Thousand-Year Broken Grass of the Ziyun Palace.

Besides these two places, there is also the Venerable Poison Dragon, who used the spiritual herbs produced in the snow-capped mountains on both sides of the Himalayas, along with the bone marrow of young boys and girls, to refine a bone-setting elixir.

The Emei Sect has already sent people to Wuding Island to force Elder Xiankong to take sides, using a combination of soft and hard tactics.

The two brothers, through their innate divine calculations, knew that if they went to Wuding Island to seek the medicine, they would not only fail to obtain it, but would also be ganged up on by the Emei Sect.

Sikong Zhan could not bear becoming a one-armed man, so he wanted to go with the Fiery Ancestor to the Naga Temple in Red Ghost Valley to ask the Poison Dragon Venerable for the Bone-Setting Golden Pill.

The Grandmaster Taiyi Hunyuan disagreed: "As long as we conquer Ziyun Palace, there is the Thousand-Year-Old Rejuvenating Grass inside, which can reattach your arm."

Sikong Zhan refused in frustration. He opposed the Wutai School taking any orthodox path. He believed that cultivation should be done as one pleases, doing whatever one wants, with clear thoughts and no self-restraint.

Even though I've cultivated immortality, I still can't do this or that, and I'm even restricted from making friends with whomever I want.

Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?
Now that his arm is broken, he needs a elixir to reattach it. The only elixir he can get right now is from Venerable Poison Dragon, so he has to go find Venerable Poison Dragon immediately and doesn't want to waste a single day.

The Grandmaster Taiyi Hunyuan had just declared in front of all the immortals that the Wutai Sect should sever ties with evil spirits, offending both Gu Chen and Shi Nanxi. Now, they still had to seek medicine from the Venerable Poison Dragon.

Wouldn't all the work done before then be for nothing?
He disagreed, so Sikong Zhan told him to immediately lead a team to the South China Sea and seize the Ziyun Palace: "If you won't let me ask the Poison Dragon Venerable, then take down the Ziyun Palace as soon as possible and get the Healing Grass to reattach my arm."

The Grandmaster Taiyi Hunyuan could only sigh helplessly: "I cannot go. If I do not descend the mountain, we will encounter nine minor calamities, after which we will experience nine consecutive auspicious calamities. If I descend the mountain, the minor calamities will turn into minor auspicious calamities, but we will then encounter nine major calamities, and the Wutai Sect will suffer a crushing defeat, disintegrate, and ultimately be completely destroyed!"

Sikong Zhan was furious: "Then what do you want me to do? Do you want me to have this arm completely broken and become disabled?"

Taiyi Hunyuan Patriarch hesitated before revealing his plan: "At present, it seems that keeping your severed arm is the best choice for yourself and for the Wutai Sect."

Sikong Zhan was so angry that his eyes turned red. He pointed at the Taiyi Hunyuan Ancestor with one arm and recounted the great contributions he had made to the Wutai Sect over the years, fighting for his senior brother.

Now, my senior brother is watching me become crippled, ignoring the Poison Dragon Golden Pill, which is truly disheartening: "You only care about your own pride!"

The Grandmaster of Taiyi Hunyuan spoke in a low voice, defending himself: "I did it for the sake of the Wutai Sect."

"The Wutai Sect is also because of your influence!"

Sikong Zhan's words struck a nerve with his senior brother, causing even the Taiyi Hunyuan Ancestor to become somewhat anxious: "The innate divine numbers and the divination results reveal these clues. Come and see for yourself!"

"I won't look! My cultivation is inferior to yours, and my realm is also inferior to yours. Even with the same divination, we would interpret it differently. Besides, even an ominous and hopeless situation can be broken or resolved, and there is always a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, we would have lost this sword duel, but we turned the tide and defeated the Emei Sect, didn't we? As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. You don't even try. You just cling to a divination and hold onto your flaws. What future can you have?"

The two brothers parted on bad terms. In the end, Sikong Zhan still sought out the Fiery Ancestor, and the two went together to the Red Ghost Valley in the Himalayas. They first went to find Shi Nanxi, coaxed Shi Nanxi, and then met with the Poison Dragon Venerable.

Since assuming the position of leader, Venerable Poison Dragon has used every means to suppress various opposing forces, and his prestige has grown day by day.

He gave Sikong Zhan a stern lecture, which Sikong Zhan could only repeatedly apologize for, saying that he also did not approve of his senior brother's actions and had already argued with his senior brother, the sect leader, several times. He added that he should try to get closer to the Western Sect in the future.

Sikong Zhan even came up with a blueprint for a three-religion alliance.

The Wutai Sect, the Huashan Sect, and the Western Sect form an alliance, sharing the same breath and branches. If one of them is in trouble, the other two must lend a helping hand.

In addition to these slogans, there are also specific methods.

For example, they exchanged disciples; Sikong Zhan's disciple went to the Poison Dragon Venerable's sect, and the Poison Dragon Venerable's disciple went to the Fiery Ancestor's sect.

This exchange among the three families ensures that the disciples they cultivate will not only be as close as family to the three families, but will also possess the strengths of all three schools, making each generation stronger than the last.

The Venerable Poison Dragon was very pleased with what he heard. He took the gourd and poured out eight Bone-Setting Golden Pills for Sikong Zhan.

Sikong Zhan brought his arm with him, and on the spot, he dissolved the golden pill, applied it both internally and externally, and aligned the bones and flesh. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, it was completely healed.

Venerable Poison Dragon invited them to a banquet, and the two became increasingly happy as they talked. Sikong Zhan promised on the spot that he would give his youngest disciple, Liu Chao, to Venerable Poison Dragon so that he could convert to the Western Religion.

The guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely. Afterwards, Sikong Zhan returned to the Wutai Sect, and the Taiyi Hunyuan Patriarch said nothing more.

This time, the two senior brothers argued again about how to attack Ziyun Palace.

Sikong Zhan still wanted to bring out the Taiyi Hunyuan Ancestor and mobilize the entire Wutai Sect to seize the Ziyun Palace in one fell swoop.

The Grandmaster Taiyi Hunyuan disagreed. Although he also wanted to go, reason told him he couldn't. In the current situation, no matter what he did, the final outcome would be disastrous. The only way was to do nothing, stay in seclusion on Mount Wutai, and cultivate in seclusion to prepare for the second sword duel in the future. Only by enduring these nine minor tribulations could he usher in the great fortune that followed.

Sikong Zhan objected: "Are we just going to let those lowly women from the South China Sea steal the treasure and do nothing about it? According to my calculations, our Wutai Sect will be ridiculed by the world, our fortune will decline, and how will we prosper in the future?"

"Let's endure these ten years and let them laugh. Ten years from now, we'll defeat Qi Shuming in a sword fight on Mount Huang, and then no one will laugh at us anymore."

The Grandmaster Taiyi Hunyuan was also in great pain when he said this. What happened that day was a huge disgrace to the Wutai Sect, but he had to endure it.

Sikong Zhan was unwilling to endure it. He believed that even a dead end could be broken, let alone a perilous situation. He wanted to attack Ziyun Palace as soon as possible.

The Grand Master Taiyi Hunyuan said, "The divination indicates that if I don't go this time, you will suffer heavy casualties and be utterly defeated if you take them to Ziyun Palace! How do you break this spell?"

Sikong Zhan sneered: "I have my own way of breaking this! You can cultivate on Mount Wutai. I'll do my thing, and you can do yours. No matter who does it right, the Wutai Sect will eventually dominate the Central Plains!"

His solution is to bring in external support, but external support is also a variable. Even if the person doesn't come, borrowing a magic weapon is still a variable.

With more variables, the situation is no longer the same as before.

The first foreign aid he recruited was from the Huashan Sect.

The Purple Cloud Palace is hidden deep at the bottom of the sea. He went to Mount Hua and studied with the Fiery Ancestor to refine a method that could release a large amount of flames underwater and boil the seawater.

His thinking was the same as Zhen Hai's back then, but the Huashan Sect specializes in playing with fire, and is very skilled in both yang fire and yin fire.

The Fiery Ancestor, Shi Nanxi, and Sikong Zhan quickly devised a plan: "Based on our calculations, those lowly maids are also refining magical artifacts. The divination indicates they are made of earth, fine and fragmented, undoubtedly something like demonic sand, and related to extraterrestrial demons. It's likely something like summoning demons to the mortal realm. We'll mix yang fire into yin fire, along with the essence of nine heavens thunderfire, to break their divine sand and demonic forces!"

While they were refining treasures at the temple, the Purple Cloud Palace was also refining divine sand.

The raw materials are ancient crystals, corals, and pearls from the seabed. Guan Minghui did not allow the use of colorful shells or rainbow snails, otherwise at least 100,000 shellfish would have to be killed to refine a batch of divine sand.

He chose to use Xuan Yang Taiyi Yuan Jing instead, which resulted in less demonic energy and a weaker ability to create illusions, but more Shao Yang essence, making it resistant to burning.

Chu Feng presided over the sand refining, and Jin Xu Nu guarded the Tianyi Golden Cauldron left by the Golden Mother in the center. Hui Zhu, Er Feng, and San Feng guarded the Kan, Li, and Zhen gates respectively, and the Zhen brothers, Gen and Dui, joined forces to guard the Dui gate. These were the four cardinal directions.

Zhao Tieniang, Li Rui, Jin Ping, and Huang Feng guard the four gates of Qian, Kun, Xun, and Gen, which are the four corners.

Throughout the entire sand-refining process, the ten people must perform spells according to the changes in time and temperature.

The remaining people were each assigned to various tasks, such as delivering sand into the cauldron, worshipping the demon god, and guarding the altar.

Chu Feng personally performed a ritual with her sword, ordering the fire to be lit. The cauldron roared with flames, colorful flames leaping. As everyone took turns casting spells, blowing air and adding water, the contents inside were gradually melted.

Chu Feng performed the Great Heavenly Demon Dance on the altar, summoning the Seven Saints of the Bewitching Heaven to descend to the mortal realm, one each day.

The Seven Sages of the Bewitching Heaven are also extremely powerful demon kings in the otherworldly demon realm. Their demonic scriptures circulate throughout the heavens and the worlds, and demon cultivators in various worlds offer them their essence and energy to summon them to do their bidding.

They responded to the summons by summoning clones, some formed from an arm, others from an eye, each with varying power; the weakest was formed from the dust beneath their feet.

Of course, they have many hands and many feet, and beneath their feet lies endless dust.

These kinds of celestial demons are more concerned with form than substance, and mainly affect the primordial spirit and intelligence of all living beings, almost like yin demons.

Therefore, when it flies down, the naked eye can only see a wisp of colorful smoke. If you use your heart to sense it, you can see the image of the Heavenly Demon. But if you sense it here, you will receive a response there. If you use your heart to sense it, it will follow your heart energy and enter your heart directly.

Among those present, Jin Xunu had a firm Daoist heart, Huizhu cultivated both Buddhism and Taoism, Chu Feng was intelligent and had a spiritual root, and Guan Minghui had been tempered over a long period of time. Apart from these four, the rest could not achieve a state of perfect tranquility.

As long as there is even the slightest curiosity or desire to see, the moment that thought arises, the demon enters the heart.

Therefore, Chu Feng had prepared a spirit talisman for each person beforehand, which was then affixed to the front and back of their hearts.

Everyone else was fine, but the Zhen brothers had the Seven Saints Soul-Controlling Talismans on them, which were used to summon the Seven Saints Heavenly Demons. Chu Feng also gave each of them an extra Demon-Repelling Rainbow Pearl to hang around their necks.

Guan Minghui then used the Xuan Guang Ruler to release a halo to protect everyone, while Jin Xunu held the Taiyi Qingning Fan to restrain the paths of gods and demons. Only then did they begin the formal summoning of demons.

In fact, Guan Minghui was also curious about the Heavenly Demon and wanted to see it. When Chu Feng summoned the first Heavenly Demon Great Sage down, he looked over through the light circle of the Xuan Guang Ruler.

A wisp of red smoke appeared out of thin air from the void above and plunged downwards into the furnace.

I could vaguely see a man with only his upper body, head down and feet up, falling rapidly.

Guan Minghui looked at him, and he sensed it too. He suddenly turned his head to look at Guan Minghui. Their thoughts met, and the Heavenly Demon was stunned.

(End of this chapter)