Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 157 The Eastern Sea Immortal Sect, Myths and Legends

A deathly silence fell over the dilapidated temple.

The coke was still emitting black smoke.

Yuwen Huaji and his original men were all lying sprawled on the ground.

The night wind blew in from outside the dilapidated temple, causing the flames to flicker.

The shadows in front of the statue flickered, making everyone's faces look particularly grim.

Yuwen Huaji was a top-notch martial arts master.

Having fought countless battles, he could single-handedly wipe out a small army if he went all out.

The Ice Profound Force is rampant in the martial arts world. Ordinary masters will feel their blood and qi stagnate and their hands and feet become stiff just by getting close.

But he was, after all, just a mortal.

Caught off guard, it was struck head-on by a thunderous blow and naturally could not withstand such divine might.

Perhaps a master of external martial arts could withstand a few more blows.

Among masters of internal energy, very few in the entire martial arts world can withstand the power of lightning.

Therefore, Yuwen Huaji's death was not unjust.

Kou Zhong opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

He even subconsciously rubbed his eyes, as if he doubted that he was seeing things.

Xu Ziling was relatively indifferent to worldly affairs and was more composed in the face of problems.

At that moment, he too was lost in thought for a long time.

As he gazed at the yellow-white figure's retreating back, a sudden, indescribable sense of insignificance welled up within him.

Both of them came from humble backgrounds and had limited experience.

After the initial shock, they quickly accepted the reality before them.

Fu Junzhuo, however, was different.

Born into a prestigious family and a disciple of Fu Chae-rim, a master of Goryeo martial arts, she witnessed the true pinnacle of martial arts from a young age.

Because of her considerable knowledge and experience, she was even more shocked.

Fu Junzhuo looked at the charred remains on the ground and felt a chill run down her spine.

Talismans and thunder magic can be used to manipulate objects from a distance.

These are all techniques that only immortals possess, as described in ancient texts.

If there truly are immortals, what are grandmasters who dedicate their lives to pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts?

How long can Fu Cailin's Yi Sword Technique, Ning Daoqi's Eight-Pounce Strikes, and Song Que's Heavenly Blade withstand such thunder magic?

Is the shattering of the void that martial artists strive for their entire lives merely another minor path in the eyes of immortals?

The more Fu Junzhuo thought about it, the colder she felt down her spine.

For the first time, she realized how ridiculously shallow her previous understanding of the Central Plains was.

"alright."

The Yellow and White Helmet Longevity Secret Silk Book.

Then, he took out a blank piece of yellow paper and lightly traced a line on the paper with his fingertip.

Golden patterns appeared.

He meticulously copied the meridian diagrams and text from the Longevity Manual onto the yellow paper.

A faint light flowed across the surface of the yellow paper, and in the blink of an eye, a copy of the Longevity Manual had taken shape.

Huang Bai put away the original and temporarily set the copy aside.

He looked at Fu Junzhuo and pointed.

A ball of blue light condensed at his fingertips and landed on Fu Junzhuo.

Fu Junzhuo felt a warm sensation instantly fill her body.

The internal and external injuries sustained earlier were quickly healed by this warmth.

Even the hidden injuries accumulated from martial arts training since childhood were erased at this moment.

My body, which had been heavy, suddenly felt lighter than ever before.

Fu Junzhuo's complexion gradually returned to a rosy hue from its paleness.

She looked down at her hands, her eyes filled with disbelief.

At the same time, the whisk threads on the three of them slowly retracted and returned to Huang Bai's hand.

"Thank you for your help, Immortal Master."

Fu Junzhuo suppressed her inner fear and gracefully bowed.

When she lowered her head, her posture was much more respectful than before.

As a Korean and a disciple of a top grandmaster, Fu Junzhuo has always held a certain disdain for martial artists from the Central Plains.

She believed that apart from its vast territory and large population, the Central Plains might not be superior to Goryeo in other aspects.

Upon seeing Hwang Baek, her sense of superiority as a Goryeo person was shattered.

Only today do I realize the mysteries of this land.

Huang Bai looked at her and said, "You are Korean. If you come to visit, you can go anywhere."

"If you wish to interfere in the Central Plains, I will take your life."

Fu Junzhuo lowered her head and said, "Yes, Junzhuo obeys."

She kept those words in her heart.

Huang Bai's gaze then fell on Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling.

"You two have done a good job, what do you want?"

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling exchanged a glance.

Xu Ziling was indifferent to worldly affairs and somewhat embarrassed to speak, so he could only look at Kou Zhong.

Kou Zhong's eyes darted around, and after a moment's thought, he tentatively asked, "Can I have more money than I can spend in a lifetime?"

Upon hearing this, Shan Wanjing, who had remained silent, couldn't help but shake her head inwardly.

Both of them were ultimately short-sighted.

The person in front of him is clearly a divine being, yet he only thinks about wealth.

They had no idea how many opportunities they had missed.

If it were the Dongming Sect, even just seeking the basics of immortal techniques would yield benefits far exceeding ten thousand taels of gold and silver.

"certainly."

Having said that, he raised his hand and extended his finger, activating his "Turning Stone into Gold" supernatural power.

Wow!

A wisp of golden light flew out and landed on the statue in the dilapidated temple.

The statue, originally made of clay and wood, instantly shone with a dazzling golden light.

Golden light spread from the center of the statue's brow to its entire body.

A moment later, the entire statue transformed into a gleaming golden statue.

The firelight illuminated the entire temple.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling stared wide-eyed.

Huang Bai said, "The statue weighs about two thousand catties, enough for you to live on for a lifetime."

"Goodness..."

Kou Zhong could hardly look away.

Two thousand catties of gold!

What does this mean?

He possessed martial arts skills and enormous wealth.

A lifetime is a lifetime of endless flowers.

Kou Zhong's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something nice, but for a moment he didn't know how to start.

He was about to thank Huang Bai when he looked up and found that Huang Bai and Shan Wanjing were gone.

Inside the dilapidated temple, only the three of them remained, along with the copy of the Longevity Manual on the ground and the golden statue.

Fu Junzhuo looked at Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, her expression turning serious.

"go back."

"Do not spread what happened today, or you may be killed."

Fu Junzhuo gazed at the deep night outside the dilapidated temple and made a silent vow in her heart.

I will not easily set foot in the Central Plains in my life.

Above the nine layers of clouds.

The wind howled fiercely.

Huang Bai and Shan Wanjing stood on the clouds.

The sea of ​​clouds surged beneath my feet, and the distant mountains and rivers were as dark as ink.

The dilapidated temple and the surrounding mountains became extremely small.

Human warfare and江湖恩仇杀 (jianghu vendettas) appear as insignificant dust when viewed from the clouds.

Shan Wanjing's face was slightly pale, but she couldn't hide her excitement.

She looked down at the ground below, her heart pounding.

"Master, we've found those two people. Shall we head to Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Zen Temple now?"

Huang Bai shook his head.

"No, let's go back to the company headquarters first."

The secret to longevity reveals the essence of the human body.

Huang Bai needs to digest and organize his thoughts, and also study the methods of using internal energy.

In particular, the descriptions of essence, qi, spirit and the circulation of meridians fill in some gaps in his physical cultivation.

"yes!"

Without asking any further questions, Shan Wanjing immediately agreed.

The two returned to the Dongming faction located in Okinawa.

In the months that followed, the Dongming faction made a major move.

Sect leader Shan Meixian personally took action to purge the members of the Shang family lineage.

Those who outwardly comply but inwardly defy, collude with external forces, or commit wrongdoings are all dealt with one by one.

Those with particularly serious crimes were directly imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison in the back mountains.

For a time, everyone in the Dongming faction fell silent, and no one dared to question Shan Meixian's authority anymore.

Subsequently, she divided the Dongming faction into two parts.

One is the Donghai Xianmen of the Ryukyu headquarters.

Secondly, there were Dongming trading companies located throughout China.

The vast majority of disciples were transferred to the Dongming Trading Company, where they were responsible for trade, intelligence, transportation, and weapons dealing.

Only a very few truly trusted individuals, who possess the aptitude for cultivation, reside within the Eastern Sea Immortal Sect.

As the disciples of the Dongming Sect entered the Central Plains, a rumor began to spread among various factions.

This rumor also reveals the essence of the Dongming faction's recent transformation.

Luoyang.

Teahouses by the roadside, their banners fluttering in the wind.

The stalls were filled with merchants, travelers, and chivalrous individuals from all over the world.

The tea was scalding hot, the horses neighed, and the chatter of the martial arts practitioners mingled together, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Have you heard? The Dongming Sect has changed its name to the Donghai Immortal Sect."

"Tsk tsk, a cultivation sect? How arrogant!"

"What do you know? I know a disciple of the Dongming Sect. He said that the sect leader, Shan Meixian, encountered the White Dragon Immortal, received immortal magic from him, and has now converted to the immortal sect."

"Hahaha, ridiculous! What kind of deity is this?"

Someone burst out laughing, their face full of disbelief.

A man with a sword next to him also picked up his teacup and sneered:

"If immortals truly existed, would the Dongming Sect have the chance to encounter them first? Cihang Jingzhai, Jingnian Chan Temple, and all the other Taoist sects—which one doesn't have a deeper foundation than the Dongming Sect?"

Anyone with a modicum of knowledge knows that there are no gods or immortals in the world.

So-called legends of gods and immortals are nothing more than myths gradually formed by ignorant people who saw chivalrous figures moving about in high places and then embellished them.

As martial arts flourished, various sects and schools gradually took shape, and people began to distinguish between heroes and immortals.

Therefore, in recent years, there have been no more legends of gods and immortals in the world.

Most people believe that Shan Meixian is faking it.

The reason she used the title of a deity was merely to compensate for her own lack of foundation and forcibly rebuild the authority of the Dongming Sect.

East China Sea.

Ryukyu.

The island is dotted with palaces and temples.

Green tiles and red eaves are nestled among mountains, forests, and sea mist.

Along the mountain path, female disciples kept a close watch on the surrounding vegetation.

Meanwhile, male disciples were hiding in the shadows, keeping watchful of any outsiders approaching the island.

Although the Dongming Sect was wealthy in the past, it was ultimately just a Jianghu sect.

Now that the palace and temple are completed, with incense smoke swirling and talisman banners hanging, it truly has the air of an overseas immortal sect.

In front of a grand hall.

Shan Meixian held the calligraphy brush, concentrating for a long time.

Her expression was focused, her breathing slowed, and her inner strength and the aura of the newly learned talisman techniques gradually gathered at the tip of her pen.

The next moment, the brush fell.

The runes meandered, like snakes moving about.

A yellow talisman was made in one go.

As the talisman was completed, a wisp of golden light flashed across its surface.

Excitement flashed in Shan Meixian's eyes.

"The hemostatic talisman is complete."

This is true magic.

Although it is only an introductory talisman technique, its profound mysteries far exceed those of ordinary martial arts.

The more Shan Meixian practiced, the more she realized how narrow-minded she had been in the past.

From this day forward, the East Sea Immortal Sect will no longer be just a name.

It truly possesses the inheritance of immortal techniques.

Deep inside the main hall.

Huang Bai sat cross-legged in front of the red copper cauldron.

Inside the cauldron, the firelight flickered, and the medicinal vapors surged.

On the furnace wall, crimson patterns appear and disappear intermittently, as if fiery snakes were swimming within them.

boom!

A soft sound.

Purple smoke lifted the lid of the alchemy furnace.

The furnace lid rose up, and a pure white pill flew out on the white smoke.

The surface of the pill is as smooth as jade, with faint traces of gold dust and lead and mercury flowing through it.

Huang Bai raised his hand and held the warm, smooth outer elixir in his palm.

"This is the internal energy elixir of gold, lead, and mercury."

Huang and Bai named this elixir.

After saying that, he swallowed the pill in one gulp.

The gentle medicinal power flowed into the limbs and bones.

Yellow and white, closed eyes, sense.

This internal energy pill is different from the ordinary external pill.

It is not just the energy of plants, trees, metals, and stones; it also contains an extra layer of internal energy essence cultivated by martial artists over many years.

After the internal energy was cleansed of its original owner's traces by the alchemy, it transformed into gentle and pure qi and blood resources.

Behind the palace and temple is a prison.

A group of prisoners were being held in the imperial prison.

These prisoners were originally members of the Dongming Sect who refused to obey Shan Meixian's orders and committed various crimes.

Now, their internal energy is being extracted by Huang Bai to refine internal energy pills.

After taking one pill, Huang Bai felt that his two Heavenly Eyes had become much stronger.

"Indeed, the way is clear."

Huang Bai was very satisfied with this.

His gaze was fixed on the distance, his eyes thoughtful.

"Next, we need to find more internal energy."

What this martial arts world has no shortage of is masters of internal energy.

Righteous path, demonic path, powerful clans, imperial court.

There are many experts among the various factions.

Of course, Huang Bai is a Taoist practitioner, and the immortal path values ​​life; he would not harm the innocent.

If the person is evil, drain their inner strength and then kill them.

If the crime is neither too serious nor too minor, then drain their internal energy, turning them into an ordinary person.

Huang Bai's gaze turned slightly cold.

"Of course, there are also those who use the guise of doing good deeds to actually pursue their own selfish interests."

He thought of a certain Buddhist force that could choose its own ruler on behalf of Heaven.

Huang Bai summoned Shan Wanjing.

Shan Wanjing quickly entered the hall and respectfully bowed.

"Master Daoist."

After several months of practice, her demeanor underwent a noticeable change.

Her original aloofness had been tempered with a newfound calmness.

The sharpness in his eyes and brows was still there, but it wasn't as overt as it used to be.

Huang Bai asked, "What major events have occurred in the martial arts world recently?"

Shan Wanjing immediately recounted all the major events that had recently occurred in the martial arts world.

With Yang Guang's sudden death, the powerful clans fought amongst themselves, and warlords carved up the land. Rumors of Yang Gong's treasure trove began to circulate in the martial arts world.

Huang Bai's eyes flickered slightly as he listened to the end.

"Yang Gong's Treasure Trove"

He thought of the Evil Emperor's Relic.

It is said that the Evil Emperor's Relic contains the essence and internal energy of masters from the Demonic Sect throughout history.

If this substance could be refined into alchemy, one's cultivation would likely increase significantly.

After Shan Wanjing finished speaking, she cautiously asked, "Daoist Master, are we going to Luoyang next?"

"No."

Huang Bai looked into the distance and said, "Let's go to the Yin Gui Sect first."

"Yin Gui Sect..."

Upon hearing this name, Shan Wanjing's body stiffened slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.

"Could it be that the Taoist priest intends to avenge us?"

After the Dongming Sect's reforms, Shan Meixian truly saw hope for revenge.

So she told Shan Wanjing about her background.

Shan Meixian was originally the daughter of Zhu Yuyan, the leader of the Yin Gui Sect of the Demonic Path.

Bian Bufu, an elder of the Yin Gui Sect, was lecherous by nature and once raped Shan Meixian.

Later, because Zhu Yuyan refused to stand up for her, Shan Meixian angrily left the Yin Gui Sect and went overseas, eventually giving birth to Shan Wanjing.

After learning about her background, Shan Wanjing felt intense hatred towards her so-called biological father.

She vowed to master the Taoist arts and personally take his head.

Only in this way can the blood of humiliation be washed away.

Huang Bai glanced at her and said, "I guess so."

He paused slightly, then continued, "The main focus is on integrating the Daoist sects."

The Daoist sects in this realm have almost no presence.

It's not because the Taoist sect itself is incompetent, but because the Taoist sect split off into the Demonic sect.

Many of the cultivation methods of the Demonic Sect originated from the Taoist Sect.

The two are of the same origin.

When it split into two, the Taoist school naturally declined.

Huang Bai wants to integrate the Demonic Sect, and also deal with the scoundrels within it.

Taking away the scoundrels' inner strength during the integration process wouldn't be a waste.

Upon hearing this, Shan Wanjing's eyes reddened slightly.

Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she knelt down and kowtowed.

"Thank you, Taoist priest!"

Her bow was not just for herself.

It is also a prayer for the humiliation suffered by his mother, Shan Meixian, over the years.

Huang Bai said, "You guys go first."

"I'll handle one thing, and then it will happen."

"yes!"

Shan Wanjing respectfully accepted.

Huang Bai raised his hand and summoned the Lingzhi Cloud.

The purple Ganoderma lucidum grows tall in the wind, surrounded by swirling clouds, transforming into a magnificent canopy suspended in mid-air.

Huang Bai stepped onto the Lingzhi mushroom, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rode the Ganoderma lucidum and flew to the heavens.

The clouds surged, and the purple light faded into the distance.

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