vstars Chapter 387 The Endgame
Chapter 387 The Endgame
Chapter 388 The Endgame
Splash!
Zhan Hongxiu stared at the faint mark on the fourth-grade high-quality tortoise shield, then at the island below, a look of surprise appearing on her face: "It escaped?"
"Hongxiu, are you preparing to use the Big Dipper Secret Technique?" Within her sea of consciousness, the Turtle Elder asked solemnly, "How precious is one's own lifespan? Even if your Longevity Turtle reaches the fourth rank and returns a large amount of lifespan, you still can't do this—"
"No, I am not prepared to use this method."
Zhan Hongxiu was somewhat bewildered: "That day, Old Monster Fu left on his own—without hesitation, leaving behind a large spirit stone mine that could produce top-grade spirit stones—"
"Oh?" Old Turtle's voice was clearly tinged with excitement: "Then we shouldn't stay at the spirit stone mine now, let's hurry to Rune Sword Island! There might really be some profit to be made!"
a few days later.
Outside of Talisman Sword Island.
Zhan Hongxiu casually grabbed a Core Formation cultivator who had escaped from Fujian Island, her eyes flashing with a dark light.
As a Nascent Soul level expert, she would be skilled in soul-searching techniques, not to mention that she also had an old man with her.
"How is it?" Old Turtle asked.
"The Lord of Talisman Sword Island—His Life Talisman shattered!" Zhan Hongxiu casually tossed the Core Formation cultivator aside, a look of shock on her face: "Judging by the timing, this happened during my battle with the Heavenly Talisman Old Monster—"
"The Island Master of Talisman Sword is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if he's severely injured, he's hiding within the sect's grand formation. Who could kill him?"
Old Turtle Taoist.
"It could be the Grand Master of the Water Moon Palace and that Holy Monk Longshu—perhaps the other party hasn't truly entered seclusion to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, but is hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack—or it could be that Heavenly Fiend Old Monster!"
"Or perhaps—the mastermind behind the attack on the Beast Taming Sect back then?"
Zhan Hongxiu said, "Those with such supernatural abilities are few and far between in the cultivation world of the East Sea—it can't be that a fifth-tier True Spirit level being in the deep sea just happened to pass by and casually killed the Lord of Fujian Island, can it?"
"Hmm—in any case, the water is even muddier now."
Old Turtle laughed heartily: "Red Sleeve—this is a golden opportunity! As long as we break through Rune Sword Island and rob it of a fortune—we might not even lack resources when we reach the late Nascent Soul stage in the future."
"I'm not strong enough on my own—should I contact other Nascent Soul cultivators, like that lame immortal?"
Zhan Hongxiu's eyes brightened slightly: "There are still four mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators—one skilled in talismans, one in books, and one in swordsmanship. If we rely solely on formations to defend—it will still be somewhat troublesome. I'll have to trouble Elder Gui with this matter—"
"Haha—Although I am not good at alchemy, I have quite a bit of experience with formations. I can always find their weaknesses. With the preparation of many treasures to break the formations, it will be no problem to break through the Talisman Sword Island."
Old Turtle's voice also carried a hint of excitement.
He accepted the explanation.
The secret location of Wusheng Temple.
"Oh? The Lord of Talisman Sword Island has fallen mysteriously? To kill him silently on Talisman Sword Island, even a great cultivator wouldn't be enough, would they? One would need to be at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, or even wield a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure, to have even a slight chance of success."
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Fang Qing identified the murderer almost without having to deduce the cause and effect.
A certain powerful cultivator of the demonic path has a prior record of refining fourth-grade superior corpses.
"Hmm, Zhan Hongxiu has contacted various Nascent Soul stage cultivators; this news simply can't be kept secret—"
"And she even sent a letter to Taibai Island, inviting me to share the spoils? Although she's considering diversifying the risks, she's not trying to hog everything. She still remembers me, not bad, not bad—this woman is quite shrewd with human relationships."
"Unfortunately—it doesn't really appeal to me much."
He shook his head and used the Dao-Generating Pearl to give Qin Ruxue an order, instructing her to decline the invitation on his behalf.
Fang Qing continued his seclusion, and the external events unfolded as he had predicted.
First, on the side of the Qi-Consuming Path, the White Bone Path split into two groups, engaging in battle in Wushan County and the Ten Thousand Mountains.
This is different from the previous situation where the Purple Mansion Dharma King pressed down from the very beginning, and Dao Foundation cultivators fell like rain.
This time, the White Bone Path is fighting quite cautiously, and is still in the stage of exchanging Qi-training cultivators to test each other, which should be able to delay the attack for a few years.
Meanwhile, as Fang Qing secluded himself for three years, in the cultivation world of the East Sea, the protective array of Fu Jian Island finally succumbed to wear and tear, collapsing with a deafening roar.
A group of cultivators massacred Talisman Sword Island, killing three of the four Nascent Soul cultivators of Talisman, Book, and Sword. Only the Heavenly Sword Old Monster and a group of core disciples of Talisman Sword Island managed to escape and vanish without a trace.
Since then, in the great war between good and evil in the cultivation world of the East Sea, following the Beast Taming Sect and the Profound Flame Sect, Talisman Sword Island has also been destroyed.
The nine major powers in the East Sea suddenly became six, causing many cultivators to feel uneasy.
Of course, many independent cultivators felt that there was one less sky above them, and they were much freer from then on. The entire cultivation world of the East Sea entered a chaotic and disorderly era.
Time flies like water.
In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.
Qi Refining Channel.
Fang Qing swallowed the three mid-grade fourth-order inner cores obtained from the ferocious beasts, and immediately felt the power of the "Devouring the Sea Technique" surging within his body, having reached the bottleneck of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.
He immediately went to Taibai Island and began preparing for his breakthrough.
Inside the secluded room.
Fang Qing looked at the spirit stones scattered all over the ground, without the slightest hint of heartache on his face.
After breaking through the Beast Taming Sect, various high-grade spirit stones became the most common resource in his hands.
He then sat cross-legged and took out a jade bottle from his storage bag, inside which was the "Nurture Pill"!
"This Nascent Soul Pill is extremely beneficial for nurturing the Nascent Soul. It can even be used to break through the bottleneck of the late Nascent Soul stage. After taking it, the Nascent Soul will be nourished and strengthened for a long time."
He pondered for a moment, then closed his eyes and made a hand seal.
A flash of dark light appeared above the crown of the head, and a nascent soul the size of a fist emerged, looking much taller and stronger than before.
This nascent soul's features are exactly the same as Fang Qing's, with a pitch-black vertical eye between its brows, holding a "Sea-Swallowing Bottle," a "Mysterious Netherworld Mirror" floating behind its head, and standing on a "Ten Thousand Water Cauldron."
Then, with a chuckle, it exhaled a wisp of infant fire.
Click!
The jade bottle suddenly shattered, revealing a wisp of a pill. This pill was the "Nurture Pill," enveloped by numerous pill flames. Its size grew smaller and smaller until it finally turned into a speck of light and entered the Nascent Soul's mouth.
After swallowing the "Nuan Ying Pill", his face turned bright red, as if he were drunk. He walked unsteadily and quickly made a hand seal to return to his dantian.
In an instant, it seemed as if a black hole had appeared in Fang Qing's dantian, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the outside world.
He accepted the explanation.
Wushan County.
Fang Daoling held the Juntian Pot in his hand, and the spiritual light of the [Jishui] gathered around him, suddenly transforming into a gentle rain.
In the misty rain, the "Jun Tian Pot" in his hand spewed out streams of water, like translucent pythons, binding towards a Foundation Establishment cultivator opposite him.
This cultivator was only at the early stage of the Dao Foundation stage. In the chaos, he waved his hand, and countless gray-black energies appeared in the void, turning into insects, but they were all washed away by the water.
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"It's [Di Earth] again — this is really troublesome, but luckily I'm already in the mid-stage."
Fang Daoling made up his mind, and with a flick of his right hand at his waist, a soft sword suddenly appeared.
This soft sword resembled a silver belt, previously wrapped around his waist without any sharpness. Now, as he unleashed it, the sword's light flickered erratically, like a venomous snake!
puff!
With a flash of sword light, the Dao Foundation cultivator opposite him had his head fly up and his body explode, turning into a layer of dust raining down.
Fang Daoling reacted quickly, and with a swift movement of water, he pulled out an earth-yellow bead.
"Kun Yuan Pearl? Oh well—it's better than nothing."
He collected his spoils and, not daring to linger, hurriedly returned to the main camp.
Now, in Wushan County, the White Bone Dao army has already clashed with the cultivators of Wushan County. Both sides have built large camps, with Zifu Zhenren and Tara in charge, and with the support of formations, it will be difficult to conquer them in a short time.
Therefore, the daytime became a battleground for many cultivators who had mastered Qi cultivation.
At night, the Foundation Establishment cultivators would take action, frantically infiltrating and hunting between the two camps.
Fang Daoling has faced life and death several times, and tonight he is lucky to have encountered a cultivator in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.
With his cultivation of the Water Virtue lineage, if he were to encounter a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Earth element, he would probably have to flee immediately.
Above the camp, countless rays of light shimmered, blessed by the ritual of the mandala.
Fang Daoling entered the camp, not bothering to exchange pleasantries with his comrades, and went straight to the outside of a large tent: "Daoling requests an audience with the Medicine King, Qing Dumu—"
"Come in."
The voice of the Medicine King, Qing Du Mu, could be heard coming from the tent.
Fang Daoling walked in with his head bowed and eyes downcast, and saw the Medicine King Green Tara sitting cross-legged on a futon, her hands forming a mudra.
Upon his arrival, a beam of azure light descended, transforming into something wondrous.
Fang Daoling suddenly felt his internal energy flowing smoothly, and the internal injuries he had suffered earlier seemed to have been completely healed.
"Thank you for your kindness, Tara. Today I killed a [Di] Daoji and obtained a Kunyuan Pearl," which I wish to offer to Tara.
He respectfully took out his spoils of the day.
"No need—"
The Medicine King, Qing Dumu, said coldly: "Just serve the White Bone Path well—your Fang family's military achievements are now far inferior to the Bai family and the Canghai Sect—if this continues, I will write a letter to Qingli Mountain to transfer another batch of cultivators over—"
"No way—"
Fang Daoling blurted out that since his family had produced a Tara (a powerful female deity), they had finally received special leniency. He was the only one at the Foundation Establishment stage during this eastern expedition, allowing Hu Yunshu to stay home and care for the newly initiated clansmen.
If they were brought to the battlefield at this time, the losses would be devastating.
"Um?"
Medicine King Qing raised an eyebrow, and Fang Daoling immediately felt an immense pressure bearing down on her. She almost couldn't breathe, knowing that her cousin's magical power was growing stronger and stronger, and she was becoming less and less like the Fang Daoyun of the past.
"My men will fight to the death! Give them three more days—no, two! We'll surely have even more spoils!"
He knelt on one knee and begged for mercy sincerely.
"Two days, remember that."
The Medicine King, Qing Dumu, snorted coldly, and her gaze calmed down as she watched Fang Daoling's departing figure.
In fact, as a high-ranking member of the White Bone Path, she knew the Dharma King's intention: to proceed gradually, and even to deliberately delay for a while.
But it's impossible to say such things to the cultivators below!
Even her own relatives must prioritize the interests of the White Bone Path at this moment!
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