DiploNovel Chapter 369 - 232: Transporting Water and Fire, Refining Form to Attain Divinity (Part 3)
Chapter 369 - 232: Transporting Water and Fire, Refining Form to Attain Divinity (Part 3)
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Around 3:15 AM, at the juncture of day and night.
A Dragon Tooth Battleship approached Yihai Prefecture, several dozen figures with billowing robes, standing straight-backed at the forefront of the deck.
They all wore cyan robes, with copper tassel longswords hanging from their waists. Leading them was a young man with an impressive brow, carrying a two-foot-long Handleless Cyan Blade on his back.
"Senior Brother Long, is this the Nu Yun River?"
Someone asked curiously.
Nu Yun River.
It held significant meaning for every disciple of the Meridian Sword Sect.
The Kou Daozi they all admired was slain by the Sect Leader here.
A Divine Power Giant met his end, blood staining a thousand miles, causing years of drought and a widely impactful disaster.
"Indeed, this is the Nu Yun River, the place of Daozi’s... demise."
Senior Brother Long’s eyes were complicated; many inner and True Disciples of the Meridian Sword Sect still refused to accept it.
The Kou Daozi they admired, turned out to be a rebellious evil demon villain who betrayed the sect and deceived his master.
But the irrefutable evidence was laid bare, allowing for no refutation.
In the end, the Sect Leader had to wield the sword himself under the pressure from the Dragon Court to clean house.
"No need to mention the past, where is Martial Uncle Chunyu?"
Senior Brother Long asked.
"Martial Uncle Chunyu, being his usual relaxed self, can’t sit still; he said the water veins of the Nu Yun River are good, most suitable for fishing, and went off alone in a little boat."
A junior brother answered with a laugh.
"I wonder how Martial Uncle Chunyu taught Senior Sister Mu; Senior Sister Mu adheres to the rules strictly in everything, while Martial Uncle Chunyu acts according to his own will, making things troublesome."
Senior Brother Long smiled wryly; this time descending the mountain was aimed at the remnants of the White Sun Sect, led by Martial Uncle Chunyu, a Sword Dao Grandmaster with Fourth Training Great Success.
Yet, they hadn’t even reached Yihai Prefecture, and the leader had disappeared.
"Never mind, let’s disembark and settle at the inn."
Senior Brother Long decided.
The disciples of the seven great Upper Sects and the five Taoist Sects enjoyed the same treatment worldwide as Registered Daoist Officials.
They could lodge at inns and even requisition military horses.
Because the truth of the Upper Sects and Taoist Sects was nailed down as "immortal register" seeds, not bound by mundane laws.
"Additionally, Junior Brother Luo from the inner sect returned home to Yihai Prefecture a while ago, and we’ve heard nothing since.
We must investigate thoroughly; if anyone dares harm the Meridian Sword Sect’s disciples, we will wipe out their entire family!"
Senior Brother Long’s tone turned suddenly cold.
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"Who’s talking about me behind my back? Lao Qiu, the Inner Scenic Land you found is too heavy with Yin energy; I even feel cold."
Ninghai Zen, lacking any sense of nobility, squatted on a small mound, surveying Qiu Changtian below, who was busily setting up the Grand Sacrificial Rites, and clicked his tongue:
"198 Yin Thunder Pearls stuffed in eight-century-old Luosheng Bamboo, plus the foul blood of several Demon Kings... even a Four Cultivation Grandmaster could fall to your tricks.
You’re truly sinister!"
Qiu Changtian wiped his sweat, swearing:
"Less babbling nonsense; do some work! I’ve nearly turned the surroundings of Yihai Prefecture upside down to find this good spot! Over three thousand years old, its interior abandoned and empty, after my rearrangement, it’s at least fifty to sixty percent similar to the Fallen Immortal Mansion. If we bury a few Grandmasters or fill it with some Daoist Cultivation of the Divine Soul, it’ll look even more like it."
Ninghai Zen laughed:
"That’s easy to handle; there are plenty of heedless creatures in Yihai Prefecture. Lao Dao sent word that Ah Qi has entered the city.
When he returns, we’ll ask him to note a few names and bury them here."
Qiu Changtian rubbed his chin, nodding in agreement:
"Not bad, this terrain is ominously charged; burying them can turn corpses into spirits within half a month! Then we’ll make a grand display of the Fallen Immortal Mansion’s emergence, release news, and trap those old fellows who’ve been watching me for a decade!
Lao Ning, speaking of which, I heard long ago that you not only expelled your master but also crippled his true cultivation. Is it true?"
Ninghai Zen’s smile faded, his eyelids dropping:
"Between master and disciple, how could I be so harsh? His true cultivation must have been... severed."
Qiu Changtian asked in confusion:
"Severed?"
Ninghai Zen clapped his hands and stood up:
"Why ask so much? It’s a family matter of Tongwen Hall, what’s it got to do with you, a True Disciple of Observatory Tower?
Lao Qiu, your Inner Scenic Land would ideally attract a few powerhouses from the Meridian Sword Sect, so I can stretch my muscles.
It’s been years since I’ve tasted the flavor of swordsmanship and slaughter, I’m quite nostalgic."