Awakening I

Ten Thousand Jun Hall.

"This matter Non-Self up to me. I am not clear about the affairs of the Twelve Pavilion Lords either. You should know that although I am nominally the Main Pavilion, the Grand Pavilion Lord is in charge of all arrangements. I am just a person sent by the sect to oversee and supervise," the man said calmly.

"Does the Main Pavilion know where he is?" Yue Dewen asked.

"Of course I know. He's in the pavilion right now. But he's been busy with something very important lately and can't be distracted. I don't know what it is," the man replied. "You want to see him?" he paused and asked.

"Of course." Yue Dewen narrowed his eyes.

"Okay." The man clapped his hands. "Ice Field."

"Exist."

Outside the gate, a man dressed in dark blue armor with a wolf-head Helmet strode in and knelt on one knee.

"Take Yue Sect Leader to the Earth Origin Hall. I think the Grand Pavilion Lord was praying before the Earth Mother earlier."

"Yes, sir." The man in the wolf-headed Helmet stood up and looked at Yue Dewen.

"Yue Sect Leader, please." His eyes were calm, seemingly unconcerned about Yue Dewen's reputation as the number one expert in the Number One Under Heaven.

"Thank you for your trouble," Yue Dewen replied with a smile, his hands behind his back as he brushed past the Main Pavilion.

"I don't want what happened before to happen again." A voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz reached the Main Pavilion's ears. Only he heard it.

"It must just be a misunderstanding," the Main Pavilion replied.

"I hope so." Yue Dewen slowly followed Ice Field out of the Ten Thousand Jun Hall, his figure gradually disappearing into the swirling snow.

After everyone had completely disappeared, only the Main Pavilion remained standing in place.

He stood silently for a while, as if deep in thought.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that he walked forward step by step and sat on the large stone chair that looked like a giant sitting on it, silent and still, just like a real stone sculpture.

A rumbling sound arose.

The stone doors of the lobby began to slowly close, just as the gaps between the doors were completely sealed.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth beneath his Helmet.

***Early April.

Fushan City.

Dao Palace of the Great Dao Sect Leader of Shan Province.

Zhang Rongfang, his face somber, strode into the empty and desolate Great Way Palace.

The Dao Palace was silent, except for an old Daoist priest with white hair, who sat quietly in front of the Incense Burner in the center of the temple, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The old Daoist priest had white hair and a youthful face, with a rosy and radiant complexion. When he sensed someone approaching, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a clear See Through of the ways of the world.

"So it is you, Daozi Master, who has come in person. I apologize for not being able to greet you properly." The old Daoist spoke calmly.

The wind rustled the fallen leaves, making a hissing sound as they scraped against the ground. Combined with the old Daoist's calm voice, this created an even more An Ning atmosphere.

"You waited here specifically for me?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. He sensed that there was no one else around the Dao Palace.

The only sign of life was the person in front of him. To be precise, he couldn't even sense a mouse.

"Yes." The old Daoist smiled and nodded. "I am Spirit Turtle, the only messenger left behind by the head of this region. I was left here specifically for Daozi."

"What did Master instruct me to do?" Zhang Rongfang instantly understood.

"The Grand Master anticipated that you would come here, so he ordered me to wait here," the Spirit Turtle replied. "As for the Red Turban Thugs, the Grand Master leader has made it clear that it is impossible to avoid them, but as long as Daozi stays at his own stronghold, there will be no greater trouble."

"Why is Master so certain?" Zhang Rongfang's heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know about that," the Spirit Turtle shook its head. "The Grand Master only instructed me to leave this message: please rest assured, Daozi, you can live in seclusion. Also, if you need money or food, you can borrow it here."

He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it out tremblingly.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, took the slip of paper, and looked at it. It contained an unfamiliar address. It was located in a remote mountain area within Shan Province.

"They're all gone?" He put away the note, realizing that Master Yue must have anticipated the Red Turban Thugs.

"Yes, they're all gone." The Spirit Turtle nodded. "Daozi, now that you've found your way here, you must understand what it means to be alone."

A single tree cannot support a forest; that is true.

Zhang Rongfang felt a slight unease.

These past few days, his individual strength has indeed been extremely formidable; even Great Grandmaster dare to challenge him, with the outcome uncertain.

But often, no matter how strong a person is, there will always be times when they are overwhelmed with tasks.

Just like now, he needs people to prepare medicine, food, meat, and other necessities for him. These things and supplies are not transported from a single place, but rather gathered from various locations.

When something happens in a place, he can go and resolve it personally.

But when things went wrong everywhere, he was in a complete panic. He couldn't even put out the fires in time, and lost many of his men.

Master Yue seemed to have arranged everything, but what he didn't know was that Zhang Rongfang needed more than just food; he also needed the ingredients for making a special Grain Avoidance Pill.

Without a special Grain Avoidance Pill, he had to eat large amounts of food every now and then and constantly defecate.

This way, you can't do anything else; you spend the whole day eating and excreting.

"It seems that Daozi has understood, and so has the Grand Master." The Spirit Turtle sighed, "Back then, the Grand Master suffered the same loss as Daozi. Only after that did he learn from his mistakes and resolve to consolidate his power and cultivate experts. He even humbled himself to try and get closer to the Grandmaster Uncle of the Jade Void Palace."

As he was talking, he suddenly started coughing. The sound gradually grew louder and changed from a dry cough to one with phlegm.

"You didn't Worship God?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly taken aback.

He opened the Attribute Panel and looked at the other person.

'The Spirit Turtle Daoist - Life 4-49.'

He was somewhat stunned when he saw the lower limit of his life.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone with such a low minimum health and such a high maximum health.

What does forty-nine mean?!

Many Civilian Skill Great Cultivator only have a life value approaching thirty at the Nascent Soul Realm.

The person who reached the level of forty-nine must have had a high innate lifespan and an extremely high level of Civilian Skill. Only by combining these two factors could they achieve such a level.

This is almost second only to the level of Daoist Qingxiao.

Daoist Qingxiao also practices martial arts, and his lifespan has reached over forty points.

The old Daoist priest in front of us, who is Spirit Turtle, has reached over forty points in his pure Civilian Skill.

At least Zhang Rongfang's Dark Light Vision did not detect any traces of martial arts practice on him.

"Are you about to die?"

Zhang Rongfang suddenly spoke up.

"Ahem." The Spirit Turtle chuckled. "You saw through me. Yes. I've reached the age where I need to live, and it's time for me to go."

He tried to stand up, but his legs seemed to have atrophied and he had no strength. He tried twice, but still couldn't get up.

He gave a wry smile.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh. I can still get up in the morning. Life is really meaningless. When you get old, you can't do anything."

"Why No God Worshipping?" Zhang Rongfang asked in a deep voice. "Your Civilian Skill Cultivation should be very high. Worship God Nascent Soul Realm should extend your lifespan considerably, right?"

"Why No God Worshipping? The Great Dao Sect has too many Great Cultivator Civilian Skill. Daozi, you are just like a well-fed man who doesn't know the hunger of a starving man." The Spirit Turtle gently shook its head. "Worship God will only bring about a qualitative change when you refine your Refining Spirit. Before Refining Spirit, it can only be considered ordinary. What level you can worship depends entirely on your contribution to the sect."

He paused.

"Besides, there are limited spots for Worship God. What use would it be for an old man like me who doesn't know anything? Once you get Worship God, your energy and blood decline, and then it's all meaningless. Civilian Skill can only offset the decline in energy and blood brought about by old age, nothing more."

"Oh, right." At this point, the Spirit Turtle continued, "The Grand Master sent me a message, instructing me to tell Daozi that the person impersonating you has disappeared. From now on, Zhang Ying Daozi has been personally executed by the Grand Master for what happened before, and from now on, Zhang Ying will no longer exist in this world. In the future, please remember to pay attention when registering your name."

"Okay," Zhang Rongfang replied, his mind racing with thoughts of the various situations he had encountered in the past few days.

Riot everywhere, supplies are scarce, and supply chains are disrupted. Every bit of supplies we use is dwindling.

Unless he abandons everything, disregarding his subordinates, his Elder Sister and Brother-in-law, and only cares about himself, and doesn't care about the reduced rate at which he gains Attribute Points.

Otherwise, he would have to consider how to deal with the current situation.

How to deal with it?

Looking at the old Daoist priest in front of him who was about to die.

A thought flashed through Zhang Rongfang's mind.

Blood Descendant! Isn't this Spirit Turtle Daoist before us an extremely suitable candidate among the Blood Descendant? He didn't even get a spot to Worship God before he died. In the end, he completed his own mission and then quietly awaited death.

He must have harbored resentment in his heart, right? Unwillingness, resentment, longing—these are all things that naturally arise in human nature.

Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang's expression shifted slightly as he looked at the other person.

If he wanted to create Blood Descendant, he couldn't do the same with Ding Yu, which involved a complete blood transfusion. That was the treatment reserved for someone he valued, and it was too much trouble.

For outsiders like the Spirit Turtle before us, at most we would give them a little bit of essence and blood.

Do you still want to live?

Suddenly he asked.

"?" After the Spirit Turtle finished speaking, it prepared to close its eyes and peacefully pass away.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Rongfang said something like that.

"If I could avoid death, I would naturally be willing," the Spirit Turtle laughed. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have devoted myself to cultivating my Civilian Skill for nearly a hundred years."

"If you can't Worship God, you can't prolong your life. With your qi and blood so depleted, I'm afraid no sect would accept you anymore, right?" Zhang Rongfang continued to ask.

"You're right. To Worship God, one needs to be in good physical condition, and I'm not in that condition now..." The Spirit Turtle smiled wryly and didn't continue.

"I have a way to keep you alive, but you need to do things for me as payment. Are you willing?" Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.

"!? Could it be that you..." Upon hearing this, the Spirit Turtle's eyes widened slightly, and its first thought was to Worship God.

However, what could make Daozi so cautious is probably not worshipping the Celestial Venerable, but rather worshipping External Teachings god. Could it be that Daozi actually...? "It's not what you think, it's not Worship God." At this moment, Zhang Rongfang's thoughts gradually became clear, and he made up his mind.

In any case, he needs to ensure that his progress is not slow and that the safety of those around him is not compromised.

Therefore, "If Daozi can truly do it, this old Daoist is willing!" Spirit Turtle Daoist thought for a moment and quickly replied.

He didn't want to die, he really didn't. If there were no other way, who would willingly walk towards death without having accomplished anything?

"Alright!"

Zhang Rongfang's expression hardened, he stepped forward, approached, reached out, and pointed a finger at the other person's brow.

He forced out a drop of blood, which seeped into the small wound on the other person's forehead.

The moment that drop of blood entered, it began to rapidly assimilate all the surrounding blood.