Awakening III

The Spirit Turtle opened its mouth, speechless, unsure of what to say.

"Is there no cost to this kind of teaching?" He paused for a moment, finally managing to squeeze out the question.

"Of course there is, but it is also Great Wish that we should pursue as immortals," Zhang Rongfang casually remarked.

"Great Wish??" The Spirit Turtle instantly connected many ideas, and looking at Zhang Rongfang and sentimental eyes, he suddenly understood.

"So, you did this so that the many suffering people in the world could regain new hope?! Just like me, just like them?"

He immediately understood.

"That makes sense. Otherwise, why would the abbot specifically seek them out, and not someone else?" "Let's go in."

Zhang Rongfang was the first to walk towards the Daoist Temple.

Not long after, the two emerged again, accompanied by a gaunt old man with no hair.

The old man's eyes were bright as candles, filled with the joy of life.

Like the Spirit Turtle of yesteryear, the old man wore an old Daoist robe, but his exposed skin looked only as old as fifty or sixty.

"Hong Xian Daoist Friend, do you have anyone else like yourself? Please introduce them to us. In this world, all beings suffer. Only by spreading the Immortal Path of Immortality can there be a glimmer of hope," Zhang Rongfang asked solemnly.

"Master, please have mercy." This old Daoist was the owner of the Daoist Temple, and also the Daoist Hong Xian was just one step away from becoming a grandmaster.

But at this moment, on his deathbed, in the most humble and impoverished state of his life, he was even unable to take care of his own excrement and urine. After being converted by Zhang Rongfang, his gratitude towards Zhang Rongfang and the Human Immortal Temple far surpassed that towards the nameless Daoist deity he had previously worshipped throughout his life.

"I don't know many people and I'm not well-liked, so I may not be able to help you. However, the hidden injuries I suffered when I failed in the arena back then have all healed, and I may soon take the final step."

"You really mean it!?" Zhang Rongfang's expression froze.

"It's true! I wouldn't dare to deceive the abbot," Daoist Hong Xian replied calmly.

"Great! Great!!" Zhang Rongfang was overjoyed.

Previously, he suffered greatly from a lack of manpower, but now, with the addition of Daoist Hong Xian, the shortage of experts will surely be greatly alleviated! Next, he will convert the remaining targets known to the Spirit Turtle one by one and guide them onto the Immortal Path, which will greatly alleviate the resource predicament caused by the Red Turban Thugs.

He went around helping those suffering from misfortune, and this process lasted for three days.

Most of the three days were spent traveling. In reality, finding the person and converting them only took a little time.

Three days later, inside the Human Immortal Temple Valley.

The newly transformed figures gathered together and sat upright in the newly built Human Immortal Temple Master.

Standing before the main seat, Zhang Rongfang looked at the forty-five Blood Descendant he had converted, and his previous worries about being unable to be in two places at once lessened considerably.

Among those present, there were four experts like Daoist Hong Xian who had failed to break through to the Grandmaster level. They had originally planned to find six, but unfortunately, two of them were already gone when they arrived.

So only four people were saved.

Apart from the four people, the rest are all Super Grade.

Most importantly, after being transformed into Blood Descendant, these people's recovery ability and speed were greatly improved.

At this moment, more than forty people gathered together, and all eyes were on Zhang Rongfang.

"Gentlemen, our Human Immortal Temple has just been established. We do not seek to roam the world freely, but only to live in peace in a corner of the earth. However, now that the Red Turban Thugs Xian Shi and are causing chaos in the world, we are forced to step forward."

The Immortal Path immortality is elusive, and eternal life is hard to attain. Our cultivation journey requires countless resources, but now all supplies have been cut off by the Red Turban Thugs. Therefore, we cannot concern ourselves with the affairs of others, but here, near Wu Mountain, I implore you all to lend this humble Daoist a helping hand."

"What the abbot says is absolutely right!" Daoist Hong Xian was the first to chime in. "We cultivators need nothing more than the life force of heaven and earth. Now, the Red Turban Thugs are plundering and slaughtering life force, destroying our foundation. Therefore, we must act on behalf of heaven!"

"Indeed! We Immortal Path are the embodiment of all life force! The Red Scarves plagues all living beings and is an enemy of all humanity! We are obligated to act on behalf of Heaven!"

"I agree!"

"The Lord's words are reasonable! We must act on behalf of Heaven!"

A chorus of agreement rose up, and soon the voices gradually transformed into shouts of justice on behalf of Heaven.

Zhang Rongfang showed satisfaction. He clapped his hands lightly.

Suddenly, outside the main hall, people carried in trays of crimson wine.

"The path of immortality is to seize the creation of heaven and earth. What we walk is the Great Way of life force. To destroy my life force is to destroy my foundation!"

He was the first to pick up a glass of wine and raise it.

"Fellow Daoists, let us first drink this wine, and then Heaven and Earth!"

"Please!"

Many of the Blood Descendant raised their glasses.

"Please!!"

The drink was finished in one gulp, with some spilled on the ground, giving off a faint smell of blood.

That wasn't just ordinary wine; it was Blood Wine! *** Not far from Wushan Prefecture, in Qing Chong City where various medicinal herbs are collected, cultivated, and processed.

First Squad Red Turban Thugs recklessly smashed through wooden doors, entered houses, killed people, and looted everything they wanted.

One by one, living people were dragged out and their eyebrows Marrow-Sucking Needle.

Soon, the civilians whose marrow had been drained began to tremble, convulse, and foam at the mouth.

In less than ten seconds, they stood up, their bodies slightly swollen and stronger, their eyes scanning their surroundings nervously.

Those who resisted too strongly were killed on the spot by having their throats slit.

Some rioters laughed as they set the wooden houses on fire with torches.

Flames and thick smoke shot into the sky, accompanied by all sorts of wild laughter and cries.

The medicine merchant Doker, along with his daughter, son, and three wives, hid in one of his residences in the city.

The courtyard gate was completely blocked by heavy objects.

Thud! Thud!

Suddenly, the door was slammed with tremendous force, making a series of loud noises.

"There's something blocking the way, there must be someone inside!" shouted the Red Turban Army soldiers outside, calling out to those around them.

"Father, I'm scared!" The youngest son buried his head in Doker's arms.

"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid, I'm here! Father is here!" Doker tried to comfort his son with trembling hands, his eyes turning to his wives and concubines.

"I'll rush out and distract them, you guys escape through the back door!"

"My lord!" Several wives and concubines cried out in terror.

"If we have to go, we'll go together!" the wife said, her voice choked with emotion.

"I can't run away. There are all kinds of Treasure Medicine that my family has accumulated for generations here! And in the storeroom at the back door, there are all kinds of dried medicines that I just brought in."

"All my possessions are here. Even if I die, even if it's all burned, I will never let anyone outside take them!" Doker said resolutely.

Bang!

Just then, the outer gate was kicked open, and a bald, Red Turban Thugs, carrying a broken wood-chopping axe, slowly walked in.

"Haha. I knew there would be some gains." The Red Turban Thugs licked his lips and laughed.

"Kill!!" He charged forward, lunging at Doker and the others. He swung his axe at his eldest son.

Suddenly, a large hand covered the thug's mouth and nose from behind and pulled him hard.

Whoosh! Before anyone could react, the Red Turban Thugs had been dragged into the shadows of the wall and disappeared.

A faint, sucking sound could be heard, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, which was chilling.

The Doker trembled all over, their backs feeling cold.

Before they could quietly get up and try to escape, a figure finally emerged from the shadows.

She was a Ponytail Woman a ponytail and slightly red lips.

She wore a red Daoist robe that didn't quite fit her body, and her eyes revealed a strange mix of intoxication and emotion. There was also a faint blush on her beautiful cheeks.

"Hehehe, me too. I didn't expect to find the person I was looking for right away, how lucky!"

The woman looked at Doker and suddenly grinned.

"You're the biggest pharmaceutical dealer here, aren't you?"

"Yes! And who is Your Excellency?!" Doker quickly stood up and stood in front of everyone.

"Very good!" The Ponytail Woman did a somersault, flipped backward over the wall, and disappeared.

Soon after, a series of angry roars and shouts came from outside.

On the street outside the house.

The woman, now a red shadow, swiftly moved among the First Squad of Red Turban Thugs.

No one could touch her, and anyone she touched would quickly fall to the ground, covered in tiny cuts on their vital parts.

More thugs surged from the surrounding area, attempting to surround and kill the woman.

But as time went on, their numbers dwindled and they became increasingly sparse.

More than ten minutes later.

The last Red Scarves Leader in the entire block exploded with a bang, transforming into countless Spirit Thread that swept across the surrounding area.

The Spirit Thread sliced the unsuspecting woman's thigh into more than ten pieces of bone and flesh.

This is what the Doker family saw when they came out.

"My savior!?! You're alright!?" Doker was about to step forward to check on the situation.

Unexpectedly, the woman casually picked up a corpse from the ground and began to suck its blood.

The body quickly shriveled up, and a new section of the woman's thigh grew back.

The Doker watched in trembling fear, too terrified to utter a sound.

"Alright, let's go." The woman looked up with a smile. "By the way, my name is Tong Fei, a Human Immortal Temple of the Renxian Temple. I've come here to search for the medicinal herbs I need."

***Inside Wushan Prefecture.

They finally managed to drive out the Red Turban Thugs had stormed into the city.

Suda Heqi and Zhang Rongyu stood on the city wall, together with the prefect and others, observing the current defensive situation.

"Our current problem is that there are still two Red Turban Army in the northeast. They have swept through the nearby towns and will definitely come this way!" Suda Heqi said with a worried expression.

"The losses in the city are huge. Many of the previous high-level experts were seriously injured or killed by the self-destruction of those thugs."

"It's alright, my husband, we'll be fine," Zhang Rongyu comforted him softly.

She had already made arrangements so that if anything unexpected happened, she could arrange for someone to take her family and flee out of the city.

Red Turban Thugs are everywhere; only the deep mountains and wilderness are truly safe now.

"Hmm," Suda Heqi nodded, gazing worriedly into the distance, awaiting his fate.

He also decided that if anything unexpected happened and the city could not be defended, he would have his wife and sister take the protection of the temple staff and leave for Great Capital.

There are family members there, and they will never let their own flesh and blood be displaced.

"Don't worry too much. Right now, there are only small groups of Red Turban Thugs looting the grain. As long as we defeat them and hold the city, there will be no problem!" Prefect Yue Hanquan suppressed his panic and reassured him.

If the Prefect dies and the entire city descends into chaos, then everyone will surely perish.

Therefore, it is precisely at times like these that we must not panic.

Suda Heqi thanked the prefect for his concern, and the two quickly exchanged a few words to determine the various possible situations and how to deal with them.

Zhang Rongyu, standing to the side, couldn't help but worry about her younger brother.

"Rong Fang, you must hide well at this time. Don't jump out rashly. Preserving your life is the most important thing."