A man in the martial world, a reincarnated sword immortal.

Chapter 98 Divine power surges, a century of cultivation merges into one body!

Inside the inn in Luoyang.

In the corner on the west side, there was a monk dressed in a yellow robe.

The monk was drinking tea, listening to the sounds coming from the inn.

A strange look suddenly appeared on the monk's face, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"The Ming Cult!"

"The Central Divine Sword!"

This was not the first time he had heard of the name of the Ming Cult leader, "Central Divine Sword".

Such a person is rare in this world.

Xuanci of Shaolin Temple died at the hands of this man, and on Lingjiu Mountain, this man fought against the master of Lingjiu Palace, Tianshan Tonglao.

Even the Imperial City Guard of the Song Dynasty was completely subdued by this man.

Even Murong Bo was captured alive by this person.

now.

Shaolin Temple is closed off from the mountains.

This person deserves most of the credit.

If it were before, he would definitely have stormed the Bright Peak of the Ming Cult and met the Ming Cult leader, the "Central Divine Sword"!

but!

The situation is different now.

That [Central Divine Sword] was renowned, and even Murong Bo was no match for him.

Although he possessed several unique skills, he wanted to compete with the [Central Divine Sword] at Bright Peak.

It's not a wise move.

When spring arrives next year and flowers bloom, heroes from all corners of the martial arts world in the Central Plains will travel to the Misty Peak of Tianshan Mountain to eliminate the Heavenly Child Granny of Lingjiu Palace.

Then I can go and join in the fun!

Thinking about this...

His eyes shone even brighter.

This person was none other than the Tibetan Great Wheel King Kumārajīva.

at this time.

Inside the inn, people were still talking loudly.

"Who would have thought!"

"The Ming Cult, which had been dormant for many years, had always been regarded by the imperial court as a demonic cult."

"Now, however, he already has the air of a leader among men."

"Yes, ever since Qiao Feng left the Beggars' Sect, it has become a disorganized mess."

"Now that Shaolin Temple has been closed for a century, I ask you, in the current martial arts world of the Song Dynasty, what sect or school can compare with the Ming Cult?"

Ming Cult.

Bright Summit.

In front of Guangming Palace.

Zhong Yuan held a sword in one hand, teaching the young disciples of the Ming Cult the [Nine Swords of Vertical and Horizontal].

Since Zhong Yuan took over as leader of the Ming Cult, he has carried out sweeping reforms.

First, four gates were set up: Heaven, Earth, Wind, and Thunder, as well as the Five Elements Flags.

Then, promising young members were selected from ordinary Ming Cult followers in various branch altars and sent to the Ming Cult's youth training program for unified training.

Although Zhong Yuan was the leader of the Ming Cult, he also personally served as the chief instructor.

The assistant instructors are Dugu Xian and Huo Tianjiao.

Normally, Dugu Xian and Huo Tianjiao are the ones who mainly guide these young disciples.

Only on the first and fifteenth of each month.

Zhong Yuancai personally taught the sword and passed on his skills.

For any martial art to flourish and have enough successors, it cannot be too profound, obscure, or difficult to understand.

Because among those who practice martial arts, geniuses are ultimately only a tiny minority.

Most people, after a lifetime of diligent practice, can only reach a second-rate level, which is already considered quite good.

The Nine Swords of Vertical and Horizontal, deduced by Zhong Yuan, can not only be practiced by one person alone, but can also be formed into a sword formation.

A minimum of three people are needed to form a vertical and horizontal sword formation.

Moreover, the power of the sword formation will increase as the number of people increases.

The remaining fist techniques, lightness skills, and palm techniques were taught by Dugu Jian, Huo Tianjiao, and Lao Zhong. They taught the martial arts skills passed down from generation to generation in the Ming Cult.

It's not too sophisticated, but it's easy to use.

After these young disciples have completed their studies, they can be sent to various branch altars to continue teaching other Ming Cult disciples.

As for internal skills, Zhong Yuan spent some time personally deducing and simplifying the [Great Shift of Heaven and Earth] and the [Heart King Scripture].

They combined to create a technique called "Little Ming King Skill".

This internal skill has a low barrier to entry; even those with average talent can learn it.

However, it takes a long time and requires a gradual approach.

Even if one cultivates to the highest level, the twelfth level, it is only equivalent to possessing four levels of the [Great Shift of Heaven and Earth] power.

But the advantage of this is that it can benefit more Ming Cult disciples.

Of course, all the young disciples who participated in the training program would regularly study the "Mingzun Teachings" personally compiled by Zhong Yuan.

This doctrine contains three major precepts and five minor precepts, including prohibitions against oppressing or harming the people, against fighting among oneself, and the need to uphold faith and righteousness.

Doctrine rules and regulations such as loving fellow believers, respecting elders, and respecting women.

at this time.

But after Zhong Yuan finished displaying his sword technique...

The trainees watching the swordplay were all completely focused.

Fang Shisan and Fang Baihua stood at the very front.

Fang Shisan now has a new name, Fang La, which was given to him by Lao Zhong.

When Zhong Yuan heard the name Lao Zhong had given Fang Shisan, he remained silent for a long time.

I couldn't help but sigh.

Everything is the best arrangement.

The thought of Fang Shisan, the dark-skinned boy who once vowed to become the King of Guanzhong, is now etched in my mind. He is none other than Fang La, who would later become a renowned figure in the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty.

He felt that his trip hadn't been in vain.

at this time.

Fang La then addressed Zhong Yuan in a loud voice: "Master."

"We have been learning swordsmanship for a long time."

"When can I descend the mountain and serve my Ming Cult?"

Zhong Yuan glanced at Fang La, who had grown much taller, and smiled faintly.

"One cannot descend the mountain until one has mastered the skills."

"You are the future of the Ming Cult."

"Only when you master these skills can the Ming Cult truly punish evil and promote good, and help those in distress in the future."

"Only then will we have the opportunity to create a world of great harmony."

Upon hearing this, Fang La, Fang Baihua, and dozens of other disciples immediately shouted in unison.

"Punish evil and promote good, help the vulnerable and assist the needy!"

Zhong Yuan had just finished instructing his disciples on swordsmanship.

there.

Xiao Feng walked quickly over, his expression somewhat solemn, and said to Zhong Yuan, "Sect Leader."

"My dad is forcing himself to practice martial arts again."

"The symptoms are exactly the same as what you described."

"If he continues to practice like this, he will probably suffer a qi deviation sooner or later."

"Since the sect leader can see the hidden injuries on my father's body, I wonder if the sect leader has any way to heal my father's hidden injuries."

Zhong Yuan nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"The hidden injuries on Old Master Xiao's body are not much different from those of Murong Bo."

"It's all due to excessive practice of Shaolin martial arts techniques."

"It is necessary to balance Yin and Yang, to use Yin to nourish Yang, and to use Yang to transform Yin."

"Right now, I might as well give it a try."

Upon seeing this, Xiao Feng immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhong Yuan and said, "Please, Master, make a move."

"Such a great kindness!"

"Xiao Feng will remember this forever."

Zhong Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Xiao, there's no need to be so polite. We are both members of the Ming Cult."

"I will do my best in this matter."

Immediately.

Zhong Yuan and Xiao Feng then left directly.

Bright Summit.

Inside a guest room.

Xiao Yuanshan's face was slightly pale.

Zhong Yuan said, "Mr. Xiao, you have too much of a temper."

"If this continues, problems will arise."

"Now that you have avenged your great grudge, you may as well not practice those Shaolin skills."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan gave a bitter smile.

"Even if I stop practicing this skill now, it won't lessen the pain."

"I have avenged my great enemy. Even if I die, I will have no regrets."

Xiao Feng said from the side, "Father!"

"Don't say such hurtful things."

"With the leader here, he will surely be able to relieve your suffering."

"We, father and son, have finally reunited. You haven't even had a chance to enjoy the happiness of family life. How can you just die like that?"

Xiao Yuanshan nodded slightly upon hearing this, his eyes reddening slightly.

These days.

He stayed at Bright Peak and worked alongside the ordinary members of the Ming Cult.

I felt a peace I had never known before.

There was no hatred in my heart, only a peaceful life.

But it made him somewhat reluctant to part with these ordinary days.

Sometimes, I think about the life he has lived for the past thirty years.

It really feels like a lifetime ago.

Zhong Yuan no longer hesitated and sat down in front of Xiao Yuanshan, their palms facing each other.

Not long after.

Xiao Yuanshan's face became increasingly ruddy, and towards the end, it almost looked like it was about to bleed.

Xiao Feng, watching from the side, was anxious but dared not utter a sound.

Xiao Yuanshan felt extremely pained. After Zhong Yuan perfected the cultivation of the Heart King Scripture, the true energy in his body already possessed both yin and yang qualities.

He directly transformed his true energy into yin energy and channeled it into Xiao Yuanshan's body.

This action is actually very dangerous.

Only those with extremely profound skills would dare to do this.

Otherwise, the clash of internal forces could very likely result in internal injuries.

Zhong Yuan's internal energy is now as vast as the sea, endlessly regenerating.

They were not afraid of Xiao Yuanshan's true energy, which he had cultivated diligently for decades.

Not long after.

Xiao Yuanshan then felt the burning heat in his meridians being neutralized by the incoming cold true energy.

This process is repeated for three major cycles.

Xiao Yuanshan felt refreshed and no longer in pain.

I felt much lighter.

Zhong Yuan withdrew his hand and asked Xiao Yuanshan, "Mr. Xiao, how are you feeling?"

Xiao Yuanshan was quite excited and nodded to Zhong Yuan, saying, "Sect Leader Zhong."

"I feel much lighter now."

"Thank you, Master Zhong, for healing my wounds."

Zhong Yuan smiled faintly.

"It's alright. If Mr. Xiao doesn't mind, he will naturally become a member of my Ming Cult from now on."

"It would be good to settle down at Bright Summit and live out one's remaining years in peace."

Xiao Yuanshan nodded slightly upon hearing this.

He had been hiding in the Central Plains for decades and had long since given up the idea of ​​returning to the Liao Kingdom.

It would be better to stay on Bright Summit and live as an ordinary person; that wouldn't be bad either.

"We are grateful to the leader for taking my father and me in."

Xiao Yuanshan cupped his hands in greeting to Zhong Yuan.

Xiao Feng, who was standing to the side, immediately knelt down before Zhong Yuan.

"The Lord's kindness is boundless!"

"Xiao Feng will never forget him!"

Upon seeing this, Zhong Yuan quickly got up and helped Xiao Feng up.

"Brother Xiao, there's no need for that!"

"All members of the Ming Cult, brothers and sisters, are as close as family!"

"Mr. Xiao is your father, and also my elder."

"How can I stand idly by?"

"As long as the old man stops practicing those Shaolin skills, the hidden injury will naturally not recur."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng was filled with gratitude.

"Whatever the Master commands, Xiao Feng will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Zhong Yuan, supporting Xiao Feng, laughed and said, "Brother Xiao, don't forget what our common goal is!"

This day.

Zhong Yuan and Xiao Feng had a big drinking session, and Zhong Yuan directly appointed Xiao Feng as the leader of the Tianzi Sect.

They only need to be responsible to Zhong Yuan.

In the blink of an eye.

Several more days passed.

On Bright Summit, everything remains the same.

Everything is proceeding smoothly and in an orderly manner.

It was nearly noon.

Inside the secret passage.

Zhong Yuan is researching the Water-Fire Pearl.

On that day, Father Zhong Lieyang was on the verge of going mad with his cultivation. After dissipating his power, all his strength was gathered into this Water-Fire Pearl.

The wonders of this water-fire pearl are extraordinary.

He has now attained the Great Perfection of the Heart Sutra.

He naturally wanted to see just how beneficial this Water-Fire Pearl would be to cultivation.

then.

He entered the secret passage and placed the [Water and Fire Pearl] in his hand.

Quietly reflect on it.

At first, when he was circulating his energy, he did not notice anything unusual about the [Water and Fire Pearl].

But soon...

He discovered that when his true energy entered the [Water and Fire Pearl], circulated once, and then entered his body, it would complete a full cycle.

It's more than three times faster than him cultivating on his own, circulating the energy through one cycle!

Of course, what made him feel the most different was when his internal energy completely enveloped the [Water and Fire Pearl].

He could feel as if he wasn't in his own body.

I could almost see myself sitting there, holding the Water and Fire Pearl in my hand, cultivating.

That feeling was like having a third eye opened!

That feeling was simply divine.

But that feeling lasted for about an hour before it disappeared.

immediately.

Zhong Yuan felt as if the figures of Murong Bo, Xuan Ci, Duan Yanqing and others appeared before his eyes.

They were all pale-faced as they rushed towards Zhong Yuan.

A moment of clarity dawned on Zhong Yuan's mind.

The true meaning of the Heart Sutra arose, and the illusion vanished instantly.

And so it goes on.

One night passed!

Zhong Yuan felt as if the true energy within his body was inexhaustible!

He had already mastered the Heart King Sutra, and his internal energy was equivalent to that of an ordinary person who had cultivated diligently for sixty years!

but!

This night of cultivation added at least forty years of his internal energy to his cultivation.

This demonstrates the power of the Water and Fire Pearl.

This was before he had fully activated his true energy to refine the [Water and Fire Pearl].

Otherwise, it would probably only take half a day.

He will be able to obtain the power that others might not be able to achieve even after a lifetime of hard work.

This made Zhong Yuan feel a pang of anxiety.

The speed at which this power is increasing is even comparable to the power absorption of others by the [Northern Darkness Divine Art].

but.

To his even greater surprise, his "god" seemed to have become even stronger.

If he were to unleash that move again, the [Innate Body-Breaking Formless Sword Qi]...

He should be able to unleash that [Innate Body-Breaking Formless Sword Qi] at least ten times!

This is an astonishing rate of progress.

After he woke up from his meditative state.

He looked at the [Water and Fire Pearl] in his hand and couldn't help but frown.

These water and fire pearls are truly terrifying!

Refine essence into qi, refine qi into spirit, refine spirit to return to emptiness.

Perhaps, just now, he had entered some kind of realm of Taoist cultivation.

Vigor and spirit!

These three treasures are the foundation of human spiritual practice!

Especially that [God]!

It seems that even the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny could not reach that threshold.

Otherwise, on that day, on Vulture Peak.

The innate, formless sword energy that breaks through the body will not scare it away.

Zhong Yuan took a deep breath.

I roughly understand that this [Water and Fire Pearl] can indeed greatly improve one's skills, but at the same time, it will also bring about inner demons.

Only those with pure hearts can remain unaffected by inner demons.

Moreover, such extraordinary treasures that rapidly enhance one's power can drive a person mad over time.

However, it didn't affect him much; on the contrary, he felt that his "god" had been tempered and become much stronger.

But he was always cautious, fearing that a sudden surge in power might cause problems.

With his current skill level, he is no weaker than the Heavenly Child Granny who has cultivated for ninety years.

In fact, his internal strength alone surpasses that of Tianshan Tonglao!

This Water-Fire Pearl is truly terrifying!

He immediately stopped cultivating, put away the Water and Fire Pearl, and headed outside.

Here.

Zhong Yuan had just stepped out of the main hall.

Over there, Fang Liu was seen walking quickly towards them.

He reported to Zhong Yuan: "Master."

"A disciple of the Deaf-Mute Sect came with an invitation, saying that on the 18th of February, he would like to invite the sect leader to Leigu Mountain to participate in the Zhenlong Chess Game."

Zhong Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"It seems that I really have to make a trip to Leigu Mountain."

In the blink of an eye.

It was already late February.

Within Henan Province.

On a hill.

A gentle breeze is blowing, already carrying a hint of spring.

The delicate pink flower buds in the mountains are about to bloom.

Zhong Yuan and his son Zhong Lieyang, both dressed as Confucian scholars, walked along the mountain path.

Zhong Lieyang said, "Yuan'er, we should be arriving at the Valley of Deafness and Muteness soon."

Zhong Yuan said, "According to the directions on this map, we should be not far from here."

Zhong Lieyang nodded slightly.

After descending from Bright Summit, the father and son headed straight for Drumming Mountain.

All for the sake of attending the precious chess game on February 18th.

We should be near the Deaf and Mute Valley by now.

Zhong Yuan had a map that the Ming Cult members had found in advance.

However, there are still some minor differences.

Just then.

Ahead, a series of creaking sounds could be heard coming from the mountain path.

Zhong Lieyang raised an eyebrow.

"It looks like someone's driving up?"

"And it's not just one!"

Zhong Yuan nodded slightly.

The father and son looked closely and saw about seven or eight donkey carts coming up the mountain path.

A short while later.

The seven or eight donkey carts stopped, and one of the young men respectfully said to the white-haired old man on the donkey cart behind, "Old Immortal, the mountain is getting higher and higher, and I'm afraid this donkey cart can't go any further."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man immediately waved his fan, appearing ethereal and otherworldly, and dismounted from the donkey cart.

Then, he said calmly, "Bring those idiots down here and take them upstairs."

The words fell.

But then the group of young people rushed off the donkey cart, their hands tightly bound, and forced the passengers off the cart.

Zhong Yuan looked closely and saw that among the bound people...

There were also a few familiar faces.

"Different packaging?"

"Deng Baichuan?"

Zhong Yuan did not deliberately lower his voice.

As soon as he said those words...

Over there, the white-haired old man waving a fan immediately frowned and said loudly in this direction, "Who's there!"

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Upon seeing this, Zhong Yuan and Zhong Lieyang exchanged a glance, and the father and son appeared together.

It blocked the mountain road ahead.

The white-haired old man raised an eyebrow when he saw Zhong Yuan and Zhong Lieyang.

"Are you two Su Xinghe's disciples or his grand-disciples?"

"He sent you to pick me up?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuan smiled faintly, already guessing the person's identity.

He glanced at Bao Butong, Deng Baichuan, and the others who were tied up over there.

Then, he turned his gaze to the white-haired old man.

"Could it be the Starry Sky Monster, Ding Chunqiu, in person?"