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Chapter 94 Pig Butchering Scam: Who's the Pig?

Chapter 94 Pig Butchering Scam: Who's the Pig? (10,000 words delivered! Please subscribe!)

Floating Jade Gate, Viewing Immortal Terrace.

This place has a grand name, but it's actually just a bare rocky roof.

With no shelter on any side, only a few old pine trees growing on the edge of the cliff, whistling in the wind.

The tea on the stone table had gone cold.

Yu Zhang, however, was in no hurry. He held the tea lid and patiently skimmed off the tea foam, little by little.

Their movements were so slow it was unsettling.

"Elder Yu... Elder Yuzhang."

Wan Zhong finally couldn't withstand the suffocating silence. He gave a dry laugh and forced himself to speak, "I wonder what brings Elder to our humble sect today... what brings you here?"

Yu Zhang stopped what he was doing.

The old Taoist priest raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over Wan Zhong's body like two knives.

"Fellow Daoist Wan Chong, if I am not mistaken, you cultivate the [Gen Earth] path, right?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a crack appeared on the stone bench beneath Wan Chong's bottom.

His heart skipped a beat.

The foundation of one's lineage is the lifeblood of a cultivator.

Aside from close relatives and mentors, who would easily reveal this information?

What does this old man mean? Why is he digging up dirt on me right off the bat?

But circumstances are beyond our control.

Wan Zhong no longer concealed anything; with a thought, his spiritual power surged.

"Boom!"

A muffled thud came from behind me, as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground.

A gray-brown stone tablet, about ten feet tall, appeared out of thin air behind him.

The stone tablet was smooth, without any fancy runes, only mottled marks etched by the wind and sand of time.

It reveals a sturdy strength that says, "No matter how strong the wind and rain, I will remain unmoved."

The secrets of the Floating Jade Gate, the Dao foundation of "The Unmoving Body of the Myriad Forces of Mount Taihua" is revealed.

Its name is [Taihua Genzhi Wanjun Stele].

"Elder, you have a good eye."

Wan Chong straightened his back slightly, as if the Dao foundation behind him gave him some confidence: "It is indeed the Dao of [Gen Earth]."

"Gen represents mountains and gates. It stops when it is time to stop and moves when it is time to move. Its movement and stillness are always timely, and its way is bright."

His tone became slightly calmer as he pointed to the stone tablet behind him and explained, "My cultivation method doesn't focus on agility or change; it only seeks one word—'stop.'"

"No matter how heavy the weight, when it falls on the monument, it will remain as still as a mud ox entering the sea. No matter how the external world changes, I will remain steadfast and as firm as a rock."

This is also what has allowed him to survive to this day in the chaotic Xianlu Plain.

Even if I can't beat them, at least I can take a beating. I can just retreat into my shell and become an iron turtle, and you can't do anything to me.

Yu Zhang squinted, looking the heavy stone tablet up and down, a calculating glint in his eyes.

"A fine example of knowing when to stop."

He chuckled softly, "But Fellow Daoist Wan Chong, this 'stop' means you've been stuck at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage for decades, haven't you?"

Wan Zhong's face turned pale; this was precisely his sore spot.

The Earth element (艮土) represents stillness and is unparalleled in defense, but it lacks offensive capabilities and is extremely difficult to break through.

"Gen Earth, belonging to Yang Earth..."

Yu Zhang stood up, hands behind his back, casting a shadow that seemed to envelop everything: "Do you want to take another step forward?"

Before Wan Chong could answer, Yu Zhang took out a small black jade bottle from his wide sleeves.

Gently pull off the bottle stopper.

The temperature at the mountaintop plummeted, as if winter had suddenly arrived.

A wisp of black smoke, visible to the naked eye, emerged from the bottle opening.

It was eerie and deathly silent, with faint, mournful cries that could be heard in the distance.

The smell was not like that of elixirs, but rather like the soil of an old grave, filled with the scent of decay and a sense of final rest.

【Underworld】.

Wan Zhong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

An extreme desire to make up for one's own shortcomings emerged wildly.

"This is...

The sound was dry and hoarse.

"【Yellow Springs Holding Earth Elixir】".

Yu Zhang made up a name on the spot.

He watched with great interest the struggle in Wan Chong's eyes and said, "Yin alone cannot produce life, and Yang alone cannot grow."

"If this pill can harmonize the mountain energy within your body, achieving a balance of yin and yang, and a harmonious coexistence of strength and gentleness..."

"Fellow Daoist, your cultivation bottleneck, which has remained unchanged for decades, can probably be broken with a snap of your fingers."

Wan Zhong's breathing became heavy.

He could sense that as long as he swallowed this pill, the barrier that had blocked his cultivation level would definitely loosen!

even..

He stepped into the late stage of Foundation Establishment in one fell swoop, becoming a true top figure within a thousand miles!

But then, reason made him bite his tongue hard.

Wan Chong lowered his head, avoiding Yu Zhang's gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Elder... one should not accept rewards without merit."

"Such a precious treasure is probably beyond the means of a small family like Fuyumen."

When something seems too good to be true, it usually has a hidden trap underneath.

Having spent so long in the Immortal Deer Plain, aside from the group of crazy people in the west who cultivate [Bing Fire], I've only ever met a few people.

Who doesn't have a hundred schemes in their mind?

Not to mention Yu Zhang, a notorious old fox.

Send him elixirs?

They probably want to kill him!

Yu Zhang wasn't annoyed; he just chuckled, not bothering to hide the disdain in his eyes.

What a cowardly good-for-nothing.

However, this kind of person is also the easiest to control.

"Why should Fellow Daoist Wan Chong worry so much?"

Yu Zhang's expression softened: "Qinglu Mountain has been quite unsettled lately; demons and monsters are popping out everywhere."

"As the leader of this area, the Imperial Sword Sect naturally hopes that its neighbors will also be strong, so that they can look out for each other."

After saying that, he stuffed the jade bottle into Wan Chong's arms without giving him a chance to explain.

"Take it! Break through as soon as possible, and it will help relieve some of the pressure on this old man."

With a flick of his sleeve, Yu Zhang vanished into the void, leaving only the rustling of pine needles on the ground.

Wan Chong held the icy-cold jade bottle as if it were a hot potato.

"Good neighborly relations? Mutual support?"

"Pah!"

He spat angrily onto the ground.

"That old beast, if he didn't have malicious intentions, I'll eat this monument behind me!"

You can criticize as you please.

I want to throw it away, but I can't bear to.

Eating it might cause problems, but not eating it feels like a waste.

Wan Zhong paced anxiously on the mountaintop, finally gritting his teeth.

"No, I can't handle this myself. I need to go and have a talk with that guy who plays with formations."

The Star Pivot Master of Dingji Mountain, Old Yinbi, is also in the same boat. Let him give us some advice.

"interesting."

Qingyuan became somewhat interested in the plot of "Yu Zhang delivering the elixir".

It's important to understand that the term "Daoist lineage" refers to more than just the portrait of the patriarch hanging on the wall.

It is alive, and it pulsates with the breath of the topmost group of beings.

Even if the True Lords and Immortals in the Great Luo Heaven die, their corpses can transform into laws that influence every blade of grass and every tree in the mortal world.

Take Yuan Youxianjun for example.

He once held sway over the realm of the underworld.

The Taibai Sword Immortal cultivated the metal element.

In the ancient war, the sword immortal won, but the immortal deer perished.

This is not just about winning or losing; it also directly incorporates "metal overcomes earth" into the underlying code of the Great Dao.

It carries a natural sense of hierarchy and suppression, just like a cat catching a mouse is a matter of course.

"What kind of cultivation does that old ghost Yuzhang practice again?"

Qingyuan moved the mouse and clicked on Yuzhang's profile card.

[Taoist Lineage: Metal Element, Yin Metal, Second Path, Dui Metal]

What a coincidence!

An executioner who repairs [Gold] is carrying a tonic for [Earth] and eagerly runs to deliver it to a tank repairing [Earth].

This in itself is quite intriguing.

The mysterious leader of the Imperial Sword Sect is influenced by Immortal Lord Yuanyou.

Logically speaking, he should hate people like Yu Zhang who work in the gold repair industry the most.

unless.

He is raising pigs.

A thought suddenly flashed through Qingyuan's mind, and his eyes became somewhat strange.

The sect leader of the Imperial Sword Sect sent out the pills through Yu Zhang...

This move not only targeted Wan Zhong, but also Yu Zhang.

Qingyuan understood all too well the dirty tricks of these high-ranking officials.

"Wan Zhong was probably used as 'pig feed' to be served as a final meal before he died."

Yujian Sect, Yuzhang Cave.

The dark, secluded room was unlit.

Only a few luminous pearls in the corner emitted a dim light.

Yu Zhang's well-maintained face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

His eyes revealed not only exhaustion but also an unconcealable fear.

Yes, fear.

This is extremely rare in his more than two hundred years of Taoist practice.

"Two hundred and thirty years..."

Yu Zhang raised his hand, looked at the back of his slightly withered hand, and muttered to himself.

From the time he broke through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment until now, he has been trapped for a full forty years!

Over the course of forty years.

He tried every means to scavenge for spiritual herbs, and even considered going to Qinglu Mountain to seize the opportunity of what appeared to be "Pure Yang Fire".

But Qinglu Mountain is really too eerie.

Especially during that "Mountain God Festival," a precious plaque fell from the sky, and the earth's veins were transformed.

This road is now closed.

Yu Zhang thought that this was the end of his life, and he could only watch his lifespan slowly run out before passing away peacefully.

Who knew, it happened just yesterday.

The Suwen has arrived.

Without alerting anyone, it appeared in his cave like a ghost.

The woman, who always had a blank expression and seemed untouched by worldly affairs, almost made Yu Zhang's heart stop when she uttered her first words.

"Yu Zhang, do you wish to knock on the gates of the Purple Mansion?"

In that instant, Yu Zhang thought that his underhanded tricks had been discovered and that the sect leader had sent people to clean house.

Dao Ji [Taize Reform Execution Platform] was activated, and white light surged, as if he were about to fight to the death.

But Suwen's next words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing his murderous intent and igniting another raging fire called "ambition".

"Don't be nervous, this is what the headmaster wants."

"The sect leader knows you've been in trouble for a long time, so he specially found two paths for you."

"First, there is a secret method that can help you temper and refine the evil energy of metal, thus complementing yin and yang."

"one""

Su Wen looked at him as if he were a dead man: "Slay a cultivator who has reached the late Foundation Establishment stage and whose foundation is [Netherworld]."

"By proving this path, not only will the Purple Mansion be within reach, but the killing power will also surpass that of the past."

To prove one's path by killing others?

What kind of evil method is this?

This is unheard of!

The words Suwen left behind before leaving still echoed in Yuzhang's ears: "Give this bottle of medicine to Wanzhong of Fuyu Sect. Once he has gained power, this fruit... will be yours."

Yu Zhang tightened his fingers, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

"Master... what exactly are you playing?"

He stared into the void, his voice trembling: "You are most averse to anyone becoming too powerful within the sect."

"How could you possibly be kind enough to help me break through to the Purple Mansion realm? Aren't you afraid of a backlash?"

Yu Zhang gave a bitter laugh: "Or is it that... in your eyes, even the Purple Mansion is nothing more than a slightly larger ant?"

He fears.

I'm afraid there might be a trap involved.

I fear this is a carefully orchestrated scheme.

"But...do I even have a choice?"

Yu Zhang slumped down and released his grip.

That's the Purple Mansion!

He lived to be eight hundred years old, a true carefree immortal!