Wu Zhiqi Blocked at Red Maple Mountain

"The Western Demonic Cult fought a battle at Kunlun Mountain."

"There is no longer a foothold in this world."

"If they want to survive, they have no choice but to make this deal with Mount Sumeru, using the foundation of their lineage."

"The hidden dangers involved are certainly not insignificant."

"But as long as you and I are here to guard Mount Sumeru, the sky won't fall down!"

"Moreover, the Western world is suffering from a decline in talent, far inferior to the East in terms of its rich cultural heritage and abundant resources."

"If Mount Sumeru is to prosper, it still needs the efforts of this group of repentant disciples of the demonic sect."

"After all... the West is not a tradition of ours."

The Daoist Jieyin's face was deeply lined with wrinkles, but his eyes were clear as the blue sky and the sea, so clear that one could see the Three Thousand Worlds.

His divine eye surveyed the Western world, and on each vein of the earth and within each acupoint, wisps of thick, earth-yellow immortal light flickered. This was the immortals cultivating the Earth Immortal Path sorting out the veins of the Western world and clearing away the karmic Karmic Debt left over from the end of the ancient era.

"Good, good!"

"Fellow Daoist Taiyuan and Zhen Yuanzi have made Great Merit to our Western World by establishing the lineage of Earthly Immortals."

"It is foreseeable that in the future, this western land, amidst its sacred mountains and valleys, will be home to many blessed lands."

The Daoist Jieyin his head, his face showing compassion.

But Daoist Zhunti saw helplessness in his eyes.

The West is barren, and the earth's spiritual energy has been lost.

The disciples dispatched by the Longevity Mountain Daoist lineage diligently dredged the earth's veins and purified its energy channels. For the Western world, this was like a long-awaited rain after a drought, a great blessing to the region.

However, after these disciples of the Earth Immortal lineage have cleansed the acupoints, they will find a place, establish a blessed land, and set up their sect's lineage.

As a result, the territory occupied by the Wuzhuang Temple lineage west of Longevity Mountain Hill has become increasingly larger.

Therefore, even if the western lands regain their former prosperity in the future, how much of that land will actually belong to Mount Sumeru?

"Senior brother, the western region has always been the abode of demonic sects, where evil and heretical sects run rampant."

"Although that fellow Daoist from Wuzhuang Temple possesses great supernatural powers, he has many disciples and followers under his command, and I'm afraid he can't possibly look after them all."

"It's quite reasonable for one or two disciples to die in the battle against evil forces."

The Daoist Zhunti, holding prayer beads, spoke calmly.

The Daoist Jieyin glanced at him and sighed inwardly.

My junior brother is consumed by demonic thoughts; his obsession runs too deep.

"The mind is Bodhi Tree, the body a mirror bright."

"Constantly wipe it clean, so that it doesn't get dusty."

The Daoist Jieyin spoke slightly, and great wisdom Great Purity arose within him, like the vast universe resonating directly with the Daoist Zhunti's heart.

"The earth immortals under Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple have performed Great Merit for our Western Regions."

"Although he was not a disciple of Mount Sumeru, he was still a person of pure morality."

"How can we so easily take their lives?"

"The struggle for the Dao, the struggle for the Dao, is between us and Zhenyuan, and the Wuzhuang Temple, not these Earth Immortal disciples who have contributed to the prosperity of our West."

"If this matter is exposed in the future, how will we face the people and mention our grand ambition to revitalize the West?!"

The Daoist Zhunti lowered his brows and shook his head slightly:

"Since Senior Brother doesn't agree, then so be it!"

"In that case, let me select some disciples to learn the art of Earth Immortals."

"The land veins and mountains that I took over from the Western Demonic Cult Sect on Mount Sumeru will now be managed by them."

"In this way, we can curb the expansion of Wuzhuang Temple!"

The Daoist Jieyin pondered for a moment before slowly saying:

"Good!"

Daoist Zhunti nodded silently, his Sixteen-Foot Golden Body slowly disappearing from the lotus platform.

Go and arrange the matters discussed today.

But the voice of the Daoist Jieyin faintly from the Mount Sumeru, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool:

"To blend in with the world, to contend without breaking apart."

"Western dominance is not a good thing."

"Is there still an Earth Immortal Ancestor presiding over the lineage of Earth Immortals?"

"If we attract this person's attention... we may have to fight him."

Even when he was a Great Divine Ability User, he was able to contend with Candle Dragon and the Great Freedom Heavenly Son, and though he was defeated, he was still honorable.

Not to mention the battle at Kunlun Mountain.

Whether the Great Freedom Heavenly Son is alive or dead remains a mystery.

However, the Daoist Jieyin thought to himself that even if he and his junior brother joined forces to deal with the Great Freedom Heavenly Son, it would be difficult to defeat him in a very short time.

Regardless of what methods Taiyuanzi used, it meant that this person was extremely difficult to deal with and extremely profound.

Unless absolutely necessary, the Daoist Jieyin would not want to provoke such an enemy for Mount Sumeru.

The illusory golden body of the Daoist Zhunti twitched slightly, then transformed into countless golden particles that dissipated into the void.

Only one voice echoed above Mount Sumeru.

"Don't worry, senior brother."

"I know the limits!"

The Primordial World lasted for countless years.

Time flies, and years pass quickly.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have passed.

Over these ten thousand years, the names of the Seventy-two Caves masters of Wuyi Mountain have all been filled.

Each of the Seventy-two Caves has a profound lineage as its foundation.

They regard Wuyi Mountain as their highest ancestral temple and venerate Zhou Yuan as their patriarch.

He dispatched disciples to spread the teachings in all directions, with Wuyi Mountain as the center.

As a result, countless sects sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

Countless Daoist temples, affiliated with various sects, select and train disciples for the Wuyi Mountain Dao Lineage.

In an instant, the Daoist tradition of Wuyi Mountain became exceptionally illustrious, with endless fortune converging from all directions, forming lotus flowers of immortal Daoist fortune.

In the deepest, most unseen place.

An ancient and primordial Daoist book exudes innate Daoist essence, breathing in and out fortune amidst countless purple mists, radiating an aura that suppresses all heavens.

This day.

Wuyi Mountain.

Outside Evergreen Cave.

A sudden booming sound, like thunder, came from the sky.

The disciple guarding the mountain gate was startled and looked up.

Then a long, drawn-out moo was heard.

Then, in the vast emptiness, the clouds began to ripple and disperse.

A black ox with a broken horn pulled an ancient Bronze Chariot rapidly from the horizon.

An astonishing aura of malevolence seemed to materialize into a tangible smoke cloud, terrifying the disciple into a state of extreme shock.

'Who is this reckless fellow?'

How dare you be so presumptuous in the ancestral temple of Wuyi Mountain?

He was still terrified.

But the action had already been taken; they were about to step forward and stop the vehicle.

Just then...

A gentle voice suddenly came to my ear:

"Activate the magic array and let the carriage in."

The disciple was taken aback at first.

Then, greatly alarmed, he quickly said:

"Yes!"

"This disciple will humbly obey the Imperial Decree."

Having said that, he hurriedly cast Magic Incantation, activated the array diagram, and opened the array here.

"Moo~"

The old ox gave a soft moo and pulled the bronze cart straight into the Evergreen Cave at the top of the mountain.

After the carriage had left, the disciple said in a daze:

"What could be so important that it has prompted the cave's patriarch to speak personally?"

You should know that their ancestor from Evergreen Cave is notoriously lazy.

He was so engrossed in alchemy that he rarely paid attention to anything happening in the cave.

Suddenly, the disciple seemed to have thought of something.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed in shock:

"Could it be that something went wrong with the young master leading his troops on a distant expedition?!"

Blood and smoke filled the air, the atmosphere of war.

Aside from that young master's men, who else possesses such imposing presence?!

The Bronze Chariot soon arrived at the entrance of Evergreen Cave.

Before long, a man stepped down from the chariot.

The man was tall and imposing, wearing a dark blue short armor and a white velvet cloak painted with a blue sea. His eyes were narrow and cold, but his astonishing bloodlust could not be concealed.

But at this moment, a hint of anxiety, which he could not hide, appeared on the man's face.

After he dismounted from the Bronze Chariot...

They hurriedly entered Evergreen Cave.

Old Man Qingrong was already waiting here.

"Greetings, Cave Master of Evergreen Cave!"

The Old Man Qingrong swept away the floating dust in his hand and lifted it up.

"We are both old acquaintances of the Water Palace, there's no need for such formalities."

"Longshan Lie, why did you come in such a hurry? Is there something the young master wants to tell you?"

But then Longshan Lie ripped off the leather armor on his arm, revealing a bloody wound:

"Master, we have indeed encountered misfortune this time."

"We, the people of the Water Mansion, are here on the orders of our Master to follow our Young Master in his campaigns to the east and west."

"Throughout the millennia, though there have been occasional setbacks, they have all ended without serious harm."

"But this time, during the campaign against the Tongtian River..."

"But on the nearby Red Maple Mountain lives a reclusive Daoist master."

"That Dao Lord had some connection with the Tongtian River God, so he intervened on his behalf to stop our army from advancing."

"With the powerful lord in charge of Wuyi Mountain, the Daoist Master of Red Maple Mountain dares not kill him."

"But his fire magic is incredibly powerful."

"It's like a maggot clinging to the bone, vicious and cunning, burning away at one's internal organs."

Longshan Lie smiled bitterly:

Even though I have achieved the status of Immortal Golden Immortal, a wisp of Indestructible Golden Nature.

"Even so, I still feel extreme pain."

"The Dao soldiers affected by the fire magic fared even worse."

"If it weren't for the fact that Daoist Lord of Red Maple Mountain dared not lay a hand on him."

"I'm afraid this army will be annihilated in an instant."

Even now, every day, some of the Dao soldiers cannot bear the pain and choose to commit suicide.

The cries of agony echoed throughout the camp.

"The young master still needs to stay at the camp and cannot move around."

"Therefore, I have dispatched my subordinates here to request that the cave master bring the [Azure Cloud Bottle] to resolve this calamity."

Old Man Qingrong's eyelids twitched as he looked at the crimson poisonous flames visible on Longshan Lie's arm.

"Such a vicious method."

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally tell that this fire was no ordinary spiritual fire.

It is probably of the same type as the innate divine fire.

'Furthermore, the fire contains innate poison, making it extremely difficult to deal with.'

"Before the master went into seclusion, he said that the young master's journey might encounter some difficulties."

'Could it be that the answer lies here?'

'But if the one residing in Red Maple Mountain is truly a Great Luo Dao Lord...'

'They are determined not to back down, what should we do?'

Various thoughts flashed through the mind of the Old Man Qingrong.

But his expression remained calm.

With a flick of his sleeve, a jade bottle, its entire body a sky-blue color, appeared in the void.

It is indeed Low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the [Azure Cloud Bottle].

This treasure gathers the essence of wood and the essence of water, and has miraculous effects on healing wounds. It is also the nemesis of fire poison.

As expected.

The Old Man Qingrong made a hand seal and controlled the [Azure Cloud Bottle]. Amidst the swirling spiritual energy, a crystal-clear drop of water flowed from the bottle's mouth and landed precisely on Longshan Lie's wound.

In an instant, Longshan Lie felt a tingling, cool sensation spreading from the inside out.

In the blink of an eye, the scars on his arm disappeared completely.

He couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

For himself, and for the Daoist soldiers under his command.

"Thank you, Cave Master!"

"This treasure can indeed cure this fire poison."

The Old Man Qingrong stroked his beard and smiled, then went into the cave and found a Yellow-skinned Gourd, filled it with pills, and then said to Longshan Lie:

"There's no time to lose."

"You shall lead the way."

"This old man will accompany you on this journey."

Upon hearing this, Longshan Lie dared not delay any longer.

He immediately led the Old Man Qingrong onto the oxcart.

Then, driving the Bronze Chariot, it rumbled out of Evergreen Cave and headed straight for the horizon.

This Bronze Chariot is an Exotic Treasure, capable of destroying space and traversing dimensions.

It's the fastest way to catch a train.

Before long, Longshan Lie brought Old Man Qingrong to Wu Zhiqi's residence.

After both sides exchanged greetings...

Wu Zhiqi smiled bitterly:

"This time, we will have to trouble Elder Qing!"

Old Man Qingrong said solemnly:

"Young master, you flatter me."

"The teacher had given instructions before going into seclusion."

"We, the people of the Wuyi Mountain lineage, shall obey the young master's orders."

"Let me resolve this calamity first, then we can discuss other matters."

After saying this, the Old Man Qingrong immediately left the central military camp.

Auspicious Cloud rose, soaring straight into the vast sky.

He looked at the Daoist soldiers in the camp, who were wailing and in agony, and couldn't help but feel angry:

'What a powerful Daoist master!'

"They've actually dared to bully us on Wuyi Mountain!"

'I wonder who she is, she's so fierce.'

That's what I was thinking.

He had already taken the gourd hanging from his waist.

The Old Man Qingrong drew the innate spiritual water emanating from the [Azure Cloud Bottle] and put it into the Yellow-skinned Gourd, mixing it with the pills, and then shook it.

Then he threw the Yellow-skinned Gourd into the void.

Then you can see that the gourd, which was originally the size of a palm, has grown larger in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it grew as large as Primordial Divine Mountain, standing tall in the sky, blocking out the clouds and the sun.

The Old Man Qingrong made a hand seal.

"Open!"

Buzz buzz buzz~

A strange ripple spread out from the mouth of the gourd.

Then, a continuous stream of rainwater poured out of the gourd, flowing downwards.

After Old Man Qingrong finished performing the spell.

There were no more wounded Daoist soldiers in the entire camp.

With the aid of the elixirs, these Dao soldiers instantly became energetic and vigorous.

Just as Old Man Qingrong, in cooperation with Wu Zhiqi, healed the group of Dao soldiers.

On the Red Maple Mountain not far away.

The red maple leaves covering the mountain shimmered with a faint firelight, making the place look like a sea of fire.

Beneath the enormous red maple tree, shimmering with innate spiritual light, at the very center of Red Maple Mountain, a woman in a red robe sat cross-legged.

The woman wore a red dress with phoenix patterns, a golden silk sash around her waist, and carried a golden lantern in her hand, within which a red and white flame flickered.

Its aura is noble, and its profound meaning is enduring.

It seemed to be surrounded by endless flames, daring to rival the sun and moon in brilliance.

This person is none other than the mistress of Red Maple Mountain, the Mingyan Goddess.

The Daoist Master glanced indifferently at the Yellow-skinned Gourd in the void, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.