plumnovel Chapter 171 Attack
Chapter 171 Attack
Fang Qing was actually quite satisfied with the effects of the "Horse-Headed Vajra Guardian Divine Skill".
Although all the methods that relied on external forces were unusable, the mere achievement of the second stage of mastery granted him a second-tier superior body refinement and a fully established Foundation Establishment divine sense, enough to unleash even more power from the "Tide-Rising Pearl." In particular, the consumption was minimal, making it excellent value for money. However, with the improvement of his status and perspective, this technique could indeed be gradually abandoned.
"It is not impossible for the Venerable One to achieve the second stage of perfection without relying on the power of the secret Dharma protectors... or even to advance to the third stage." At this moment, Sangji put his hands together and said something that made Fang Qing very happy.
"Oh? How do I do that?"
Fang Qing quickly inquired.
"This humble monk brings a 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Secret Medicine'... This medicine is a secret transmission from my family, greatly beneficial for body refinement. It cannot be exposed to light, as it will turn into vapor upon exposure. It also cannot be exposed to water, fire, earth, or wood. It is usually stored in a golden box... When it is to be used, Your Excellency must form the 'Ksitigarbha Mudra' to draw upon the energy of this secret medicine, circulating it through the three chakras and seven channels... Then, the 'Vajra Mudra' must be formed... At this time, Tara, in her 'lotus posture,' assists Your Excellency in your practice. With her status and divine power, she replaces the visualized Hayagriva, appearing subdued, and practices the path of the union of form and emptiness. This will allow you to achieve the perfection of the second stage, and even break through to the third stage..."
Sangji put his hands together and said earnestly.
"This, that..."
Fang Qing blushed slightly, which was unusual for her.
"If Your Excellency requires it, this humble monk may instruct the Sky Sparrow Tara to perform this task. This is her good fortune... It would be a great blessing if she could help Your Excellency achieve perfect enlightenment." Sangji said earnestly, "However, this woman's Buddhist practice is not yet profound enough, and I fear she might mislead Your Excellency... It would be better to have the Moonlight White Tara assist from the side." Qingli Mountain.
A gentle autumn breeze blows, and the rice in the fields resembles a golden wave, swaying in the wind.
"What a good harvest..."
Fang Yixin and Fang Wujiu had been busy all day and were able to sit down and rest under the mulberry and jujube tree.
Fang Yixin took a moment to catch his breath, then took out his own pipe: "I think that old Tian was just exaggerating... The masters of Wusheng Temple are still very kind. The Zeng family was not only unharmed, but they were also given a Dao Foundation Pill. It is said that the Zeng family's collateral branch will be a new Dao Foundation cultivator after leaving seclusion..." Fang Wujiu kept his head down and did not speak.
Some time ago, Wusheng Temple went on a killing spree, wiping out all the Dao Foundation forces, especially those that had rebelled.
But for those forces that were convinced of their superiority, it was a pleasant surprise.
Now, Qingli Mountain has been re-registered in the temple's spiritual field register and is now under the Fang family's name. From now on, they can rightfully call themselves "Qingli Fang Clan".
They just collect a lot of rent, and they also have to make offerings to spirits every year.
Most of the produce from these mulberry and jujube trees has to be handed over to the temple.
"Once this round of spirit grains is harvested... everything will be alright."
Fang Wujiu murmured.
As the lowest level of the cultivation world, they seem to have no better options than to accept their fate passively.
As the father and son were reminiscing, they saw a Buddhist monk carrying a bamboo hat and holding a staff arrive at Qingli Mountain.
"Master Fayuan?"
Fang Yixin hurriedly stepped forward, flashing a fawning smile: "How could I trouble you, sir? I should have personally delivered the rent and this year's offerings to you..."
This monk, Fayuan, was a member of the Tantric sect who managed the rent for this sacred land.
He was square-faced with large ears, a ruddy complexion, and a booming voice: "If it were just a matter of a few rents, the Buddha wouldn't be here... The Buddha has come to deliver a decree. Wusheng Temple has ordered that the Xuantu Sect, which killed my Mingzi and harmed my Mingfei, is an enemy of the Brahma! The entire Brahma army should be mobilized to punish them!"
Fa Yuan said, "Your Qingli Mountain needs to produce at least two mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivators!"
Fang Yixin and Fang Wujiu exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit bitter.
It can't be just the two of them; we can't let Yue Mingxue go.
"..."
Fang Yixin sighed and was about to agree when her expression suddenly changed.
Then a figure in black robes appeared before them, seemingly shrinking the distance to an inch.
This man was unremarkable in appearance and short in stature; he was none other than Xu Hei!
However, compared to before, Xu Hei looked much younger now, and he exuded an inexplicable aura of power.
"A Foundation Establishment cultivator?"
Fa Yuan was taken aback, but he was not afraid.
After all, the Wusheng Temple is no longer what it used to be; it is now a true power of the Purple Mansion.
"Haha... I've had a bit of luck with the White Bone Path and managed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. I don't intend to establish any family, but have simply gathered a few like-minded friends to form the 'Four Directions Merchant Guild.' Fellow Daoist, would you do me the honor of supporting our business?"
Xu Hei chuckled and handed over a card: "We must save the spiritual fruit from this green mulberry and jujube tree for our family..."
"Please rest assured, sir, these sacred dates will be reserved for you, in addition to being offered as sacrifices."
Fang Yixin quickly made a guarantee.
He knew this black man was a good person, and he valued integrity in business; they had been friends for many years.
Back then, Old Xu had his eye on the Le family's dates and frequently visited to trade with them.
"Now that a foundation for the Dao has been laid, it is a rare opportunity to forge a favorable connection with this spiritual root. We should cherish this opportunity..."
Fang Yixin thought to herself.
Then Xu Hei said to Fa Yuan, "Master, they have just occupied Mount Ling and are short of money. I wonder if you could spare a little?"
Fa Yuan was taken aback, but seeing a Dao Foundation cultivator who was usually extremely noble pleading with him in a kind manner, he was immediately delighted: "Alright, alright... Since that's the case, sending one Qi Condensation stage cultivator will suffice, no less."
"Thank you, Master. I will certainly go."
Fang Yixin stopped her son and quickly agreed, feeling even more remorseful.
If he had gone in Fang Wuchen's place back then, perhaps Le Mingxue and her child wouldn't be left as orphans and widows now.
Given the perilous nature of this war, it's even more impossible for my son to go.
One month later.
The vast army of cultivators marched out of Xituo County and headed towards the neighboring "Litu County". The "Xuanshan" in the heart of this county is the location of the Xuantu Sect's mountain gate. "Haha... What kind of Dao Foundation family? Under Master Fanfa, they are all just chickens and dogs."
Amidst the ruins, several Qi-cultivating cultivators laughed heartily as they scavenged the remnants of the battlefield.
Fang Yixin blended in, his years of combat experience in the Zeng family making him quite adept even on the battlefield. After today's great battle, he only suffered minor injuries.
"The earthen yellow boat... Xuan Tu Sect! Good... Now it's a time of national and personal vendettas."
Fang Yixin secretly kept this in mind: "I hope Master Wusheng Temple can break through the Xuantu Sect's gate... Even if he fails, I will remember this grudge, and I will make Wujiu and Shanglin remember it... Even nine generations later, I can still avenge it!"
"what?"
Suddenly, he turned over a piece of broken wall and his eyes lit up. He quickly took out something and held it in his hand.
This item is a broken sword. When intact, it was about three feet long. Now, including the hilt, it is less than two feet long, making it a slightly longer dagger. The blade still gleams coldly, and the hilt is decorated with inscribed characters that read "Xuanqing".
"A magical artifact for absorbing qi? A magical sword? Very good..."
Fang Yixin showed no disgust whatsoever, happily playing with it and wiping it again and again with her sleeve: "Ever since the Divine Stone was taken away, my family has only been able to survive on a magic weapon prototype and a few talismans... Now at least we have a proper magic weapon that we can use, even if it's broken..."
Little did they know that at that moment, high in the sky, two Xuan Tu Sect Dao Foundation Establishments dressed in yellow robes were coldly watching the scene below.
"Zhu Jiadaoji died in battle, and his family was destroyed... so they can be considered a family of loyal martyrs."
The speaker was a middle-aged Taoist priest, whose face had a faint yellowish tinge.
This person is named Huang Tianhua, a late-stage Dao Foundation cultivator, and one of the famous "Seven Sons of Xuan Tu".
Even though he had a thought and the cultivator below had turned into powder, he still didn't make a move, as if he had some reservations.
"Indeed loyal and brave..."
Beside him stood a tall, elegant young man, handsome and dashing, who was also one of the Seven Sons of Xuan Tu, known as "Yu Xuanzi".
Yu Xuanzi appeared to admire, but in his heart he thought, "I wonder if he was forced into this by the True Man..."
"Judging from the current situation, these monk soldiers are advancing with unstoppable momentum. We can only retreat to the Xuanshan Mountain Gate and use the Purple Mansion Grand Formation to resist them..."
Huang Tianhua said, "The True Man has already gone to Moyun Cliff to seek reinforcements... Otherwise, we cannot withstand several Purple Mansion cultivators from the White Bone Path..."
"Haha, then, Senior Brother's 'Wengtian Zijin Hammer' will be unleashing its full power again..."
Yu Xuanzi flattered him, but inwardly he thought, "Ever since the True Man returned from Taihuangtian, he's been like a frightened bird... He might not really wage a major war against the White Bone Dao. In that case, it'll be us, his subordinates, who will die. I wonder how many will be sent to our deaths? I think this senior brother is a perfect scapegoat... I'm a direct descendant of the True Man, I won't suffer such a fate. Alas, I wonder how many of the Seven Sons of Xuantu will be left after this battle?"
The White Bone Path attacked Li Tu County with unstoppable momentum. The noble families and sects of Li Tu County spontaneously resisted, forming a large army, but were utterly routed and lost several Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Finally, the army looked into the distance and could see a suspended mountain not far away.
This mountain is very strange, as if it were cut in half at the mountainside and then turned upside down.
The mountainside facing upwards was completely flattened and covered with numerous buildings, and a mountain gate named "Xuan Tu" was erected there.
"Is this the Xuan Tu Sect's mountain gate?"
Fang Yixin had never seen such a sacred place before, and he was dumbfounded: "Good heavens... such a favorable location, and it's said to be protected by the Purple Mansion Formation. How many people would have to be sacrificed to conquer it?"
But he couldn't wait much longer.
A moment later, monks from Wusheng Temple struck the Dharma drum and issued military orders:
"Marching forward!"
High above the heavens.
The clouds obscured the view, and the supernatural power condensed, revealing a flat area as white as jade.
On the flat ground was a pitch-black round table, also formed by supernatural powers. A True Person dressed in an earth-yellow Taoist robe and with the appearance of a young man was brewing tea. He was none other than the Purple Mansion of the Xuan Tu Sect—the Xuan Tu True Person!
"I have met the White Bone Dharma King!"
He slowly finished brewing the tea before rising and bowing.
The numerous Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment cultivators below, risking their lives, could hardly imagine that while they were fighting to the death down there, the two Purple Mansion Dharma Kings above were merely drinking tea...