Military Disaster III
Wish Woman Canyon and Ascension Platform.
Zhang Rongfang returned here again, facing the mountain wind, and stepped up the steps one by one.
But then they saw a figure in white robes slowly moving and turning on the platform, practicing Talisman Art.
"Why are you so diligent today?" He smiled as he stepped over the last step and looked at the other person.
The figure in white slowly stopped, revealing himself to be Chang Yuqing, who had visited once before.
This woman, it must be said, was outstanding among Zhang Rongfang's companions in both figure and temperament. Only Zhang Zhenhai could compare to her in terms of physique and appearance.
"Teacher, Ding Yu asked me to bring you some things. While waiting for you, I'd like to practice the basic moves you taught me before," Chang Yuqing said respectfully, stepping forward a few paces.
"What should I bring?" Zhang Rongfang was in a good mood. As time went by, he watched his life points get closer and closer to three hundred, and his anticipation grew.
As a result, my mood has improved.
"It's this." Chang Yuqing walked to the side and lifted the cover of a cage covered with a black cloth in the corner.
Inside, three little Little Black pigs stood side by side, looking up at Zhang Rongfang.
Each of the three pigs had three flowers painted on its head with red paint.
"Junior Brother Ding said that these are the first batch of fully-fledged Meat Pig, so he specially selected three to send over. The flowers on their heads are symbolic, hoping that Teacher will soon achieve the Three Flowers Gather on Crown's and 'Five Energies Merge to Origin'."
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Three Flowers? Zhang Rongfang looked at the flowers on the black pig's head.
Gathering at the cauldron? Gathering at the summit? He was speechless.
Ever since Ding Yu returned from the Five Cauldrons Sect, he's been acting strangely.
It now seems that this was not an illusion.
"I appreciate your kind gesture, but please take these three pigs downstairs, slaughter them, and share them with everyone." He waved his hand helplessly.
"Yes." Chang Yuqing smiled slightly behind her veil.
"By the way, Master, I've recently noticed something strange about many of the Human Immortal Temple priests from the Immortal Temple in the canyon. Quite a few of them are acting rather recklessly," Chang Yuqing whispered a reminder.
"This is because human nature is different, and the inner demons encountered when embarking on the Immortal Path are also different," Zhang Rongfang. "Life force is Spiritual Qi, but it is also temptation, and even more so, inner demons."
"Inner demons?" Chang Yuqing pondered.
Recently, as time went by, although the day she was supposed to fall ill was getting closer, she felt less anxious than before when she looked at the many Daoist priests in the Human Immortal Temple.
"If you don't understand, go for a walk around the area," Zhang Rongfang replied.
This disciple possesses exceptional comprehension; aside from being somewhat physically weak, he is almost the most capable learner he has ever met.
The martial arts of the Great Dao Sect that he had previously taught him have been mastered by him in just half a month, and he has already grasped most of them.
This level of understanding is simply terrifying.
But the more this was the case, the more cautious he became. Such a genius, once he embarked on the path of martial arts, would soar like an unstoppable rocket.
It will be easier to polish it then than now.
In the later stages of martial arts, one inevitably has to deal with the aspects of mental will.
Rather than being tempered and educated by setbacks outside later, it's better for him to do his best to complete the preparatory work here first.
"This disciple understands somewhat," Chang Yuqing nodded gently.
"Good that you understand." Zhang Rongfang then asked a few more simple questions about martial arts practice.
The answer was impeccable.
All the doubts and difficulties were meaningless to Chang Yuqing. She could figure them out herself with a little thought. Only some things about experience needed to be added.
After giving Chang Yuqing some pointers, Zhang Rongfang left the Ascension Platform and wandered around the Wish Woman Canyon, only to find that most of the people were not there.
Of all the transformed Blood Descendant, only a few remained in the canyon to live in seclusion and cultivate. The rest all went out.
Zhang Rongfang wasn't surprised. If he were one of those Blood Descendant experts, he probably Society Master.
After all, no expert like these would want to stay by the side of someone who can control their life and death at any time.
Leaving the canyon, he headed straight towards Wushan Prefecture.
They sped along the Official Road.
Halfway through the race, First Squad Spirit Army was slowly patrolling on horseback on the road ahead, on the snow that had not yet completely melted.
Zhang Rongfang didn't intend to meet with these people and was about to take a detour.
Suddenly, I heard the group of people chatting as they patrolled in the distance.
"I knew it was fake. This Human Immortal Temple sounds so real."
"I saw it with my own eyes. Just two of those Daoist priests came out and wiped out First Squad Red Turban Thugs nearby, leaving no one alive. Some people wanted to approach and ask questions from afar, but they were too frightened by the bloodshed to take another step closer," another person explained earnestly.
"I've heard about that too." The third person nodded slightly. "Recently, there have been rumors in the area that the Red Turban Thugs have provoked a martial arts sect that lives in seclusion in the mountains. The sect is called the Human Immortal Temple. They say it's full of terrifying evil cultivators who kill without blinking an eye."
"I've heard about it too. They claim to be cultivators of immortality, but judging from their actions and words, they are cruel and bloodthirsty, and it's said they even devour blood. What kind of immortality can such Daoists cultivate? Aren't they cultivating evil immortality?"
"Regardless of the circumstances, the Human Immortal Temple has greatly relieved the pressure on us. Regardless of whether they are righteous or evil, this is ultimately a good thing."
"Who knows if they came out to indiscriminately hunt, kill, and loot because they saw the situation was chaotic?"
"If not, where did all the Red Turban Thugs in this area go? Could they all have been killed by Heavenly Wolf?" The speaker was clearly a Spirit Person.
Those Spirit Person the Spirit Flight Teaching often liken the male heroes of their tribe to Heavenly Wolf and the female heroes to white deer.
"The message from above is that since the other party hasn't provoked us, we should just ignore them. In this day and age, it's better to avoid trouble."
"Hey, this kind of evil sect has spread all over the city. Some people even saw the Daoist priests of the Human Immortal Temple sucking Human Blood. They are extremely evil! It's just that the higher-ups haven't calmed down yet. If we wait a while, they will definitely send troops to wipe them out."
Be careful what you say.
Hearing this, Zhang Rongfang probably had a general idea of the spread of the Blood Descendant.
He spread out his body, went around to one side, and headed towards Wushan Prefecture.
Before long, the vast city slowly came into view at the edge of the horizon.
As he approached, he noticed that watchtowers were set up at intervals around the city.
Someone on the watchtower in the distance saw him approaching, but was not surprised. After confirming that he was not wearing Red Scarves, they ignored him.
Zhang Rongfang slowed down and hurried forward like an ordinary refugee.
Soon they saw that the city gate was crowded with a large number of refugees.
They lined up in long queues, waiting to be inspected before entering the city.
Zhang Rongfang also joined the last line, waiting to enter the city. Just then, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked up to his right.
First Squad skilled soldiers, dressed in completely different attire from those of the local Wu Mountain, were seen swiftly entering through a small gate on the right side of the city gate.
Among the group, one person appeared to have worshipped a god, as his physique was unusual.
Judging from their armor and attire, it was not in the style of the Great Ling Suzerain State.
Watching the group enter the city, Zhang Rongfang, like any other ordinary person, waited in line for inspection.
He quickly entered the city using the Token his sister had given him, and headed straight for the Mu Chi Prefecture.
***Inside the Wushan Prefecture.
At this moment, First Squad soldiers who had just entered the city, escorted by dozens of the Spirit Army, arrogantly entered the Prefectural Office and surveyed the group of officials who were already waiting to greet them.
The leader of the group was pale-faced, beardless, and had a sinister and fierce look in his eyes.
"I Chen Yan, the Internal Affairs Deputy Envoy under King Mu Li. The rioters around Wu Mountain have been wiped out by our army, and Heaven and Earth world is now clear. As a reward, you should give us something in return."
He glanced at the pile of valuables laid out on the open ground.
"What use are these gold and silver goods at a time like this? What about the grain? The entire Wushan Prefecture can't even scrape together a mere 100,000 shi?"
Yue Hanquan, the prefect of Wushan Prefecture, led a group of officials with troubled expressions.
"Envoy lord, it's not that we are incompetent, but at this critical moment, we ourselves lack sufficient provisions. If we were to distribute so much more, the entire Wushan Prefecture would be in dire straits."
"That's your problem. There are so many empty towns around here, go and plunder them yourselves. I'm only asking you, where are the provisions? If you don't gather them within ten days, don't blame us for being impolite!"
The Envoy, Chen Yan, threatened him bluntly.
"Envoy Excellency, we truly do not have that much grain. There is indeed grain in the towns nearby, but it has all been looted by a local force. We haven't obtained any," Yue Hanquan explained helplessly.
"What force is so arrogant?" Envoy Chen Yan's eyes lit up. His most important task now was to obtain supplies. It seemed that Wushan Prefecture couldn't be forced to give them much food, but the other forces were a different story.
"It's an evil sect Human Immortal Temple!" Yue Hanquan quickly explained. "Everyone in that sect is a martial arts master, and they also have a penchant for eating Human Blood; they are incredibly wicked!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
A red figure suddenly leaped down from outside the wall.
"Nonsense! A bunch of mortals, how dare you presume to call my Great Way of Immortals a heretical path! It's utterly laughable!"
The red figure landed, revealing its true form.
It was a bald monk wearing a red robe and with a string of large white bone Prayer Beads around his neck.
The monk had a face full of scars and eyes that gleamed with ferocity. He swept across the surroundings, and his fierce aura spread outwards.
The mere sound of its surging blood and beating heart is enough to make those nearby feel as if they are hearing thunder.
"It's truly an effortless victory! Capture him and interrogate the mastermind!" Chen Yan, the Envoy of King Mu Li, was overjoyed and waved his hand to signal the move, while he stepped back to observe the battle.
But the others hadn't even taken a few steps back yet.
Then the ground exploded, and a red shadow rushed toward him like a rhinoceros.
"Shameless bastard! Daoist Master worked so hard to wipe out the Red Turban Thugs, and in the end you took credit for it and claimed it as a reward?! Die!!"
The senior monk slapped the Envoy hard across the face. The slap was completely unpredictable, but the sheer speed and power of the Super Grade Internal Method exceeded the comprehension and reaction of everyone present.
Bang!
After a loud explosion, the Envoy of King Mu Li was headless and fell backward to the ground, unable to get up.
The other experts in the Envoy's group all changed their expressions drastically, recognizing the power of this palm strike. They dared not block it and scattered like birds to escape.
But before they could run very far, the main generals were caught up by the big monk.
One slap each, like killing chickens. Blood splattered everywhere.
"A bunch of worthless trash! How dare you disrespect my Great Way of Immortals!" The great monk slapped one of the young generals leading the group, King Mu Li, to death, shook the blood off his hands, and looked at the remaining Wu Mountain officials who were cowering in fear.