The child-faced elder took the young man and fled swiftly, avoiding powerful ghost gods all the way, traveling thousands of miles, finally unable to suppress his injuries, they fell down. The master and disciple rolled over and over on the ground, crashing several miles away before finally coming to a stop.
"Master!"
The young man leaped up and hurried to the side of the child-faced elder to check the elder’s injuries.
The child-faced elder struggled to sit up, waved his hand, and said: "I won’t die. The Child Scholar sched against , and I was caught off guard and suffered greatly. This person is indeed formidable; even without the Innate Dao Embryo, he still has such adaptability. But now that I know his thods, he’ll have no chance of ambushing next ti."
He took out a Vermilion Jade Bottle and poured out a Spirit Pill.
Instead of taking it imdiately, he extended his index finger and gently tapped the Spirit Pill. Light emanated from within the pill, forming multiple phantom images of the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Primordial Spirit, Void Great Realm, Sun, Moon, and Stars, harmonizing with the various realms of a cultivator.
The child-faced elder then consud the Spirit Pill, and his injuries rapidly diminished.
"If we hadn’t explored the Immortal’s cave mansion and obtained this bottle of Immortal Pills, I would’ve suffered a trendous setback."
He expelled a mouthful of turbid air, stood up, and said, "This pill is worthy of being a treasure of the Immortal Family; it’s a pity I don’t know the refining thod, once I use one, there’s one less."
In a short mont, his injuries were completely healed.
The child-faced elder pondered and said: "The woman beside the Child Scholar is a Fairy from Qixia Temple; her cultivation hasn’t fully recovered yet. As for the origin of that hanging ghost, it remains unclear. Wu Xie, let’s go clear out other old divines."
He took out a canoe, stuck a talisman on his body, and transford into a Yin ssenger with a horse head and human body, tall and thin, and hung a Child Lantern at the bow.
The young man Wu Xie said: "Master, how do I compare with the Child Scholar?"
The child-faced elder replied: "Your adaptability is not as good as his, but in cultivation, you’re not inferior. Even without the Innate Dao Embryo, he has achieved remarkable achievents after being dead for eight years."
Wu Xie was sowhat unconvinced and said: "Is my cultivation technique from Despair Slope not as good as his?"
The child-faced elder stuck a talisman on Wu Xie as well and laughed: "Our inheritance from Despair Slope is far more powerful than the outside world; even if he obtained the True King’s inheritance, it wouldn’t matter. However, he won’t engage in a fair fight with you. When he raises that hanging ghost, even I would suffer a loss."
Wu Xie’s body transford into a small horse-faced figure standing next to the elder, only reaching his calf height, looking up and said: "He definitely can’t match Senior Brother."
The child-faced elder laughed: "Zhong Wuwang is even stronger than ; he was destined to be extraordinary, and with the Innate Dao Embryo, becoming an Immortal is inevitable."
He pushed the bamboo pole, and the canoe gently rocked, a small river erged beneath the boat, continuously extending onward.
The canoe followed the small river forward, gradually reaching a big river and rging into it.
On the river surface, canoes sailed by, each with a Yin ssenger onboard, suddenly dispersing, guiding a small river towards the mainland’s depths, beams of light shining from the boats, startling many ghost monsters, as if searching for sothing.
"Brother Dao, what are you looking for?" The child-faced elder blocked a Yin ssenger and asked.
The Yin ssenger, with a bull head and human body, answered in a muffled voice: "We are the Yin ssengers under the command of Yin Commander Xia Xiude, apprehending fugitives."
With a flick, he unfolded a drawing showing a person, a cart, and a dog, and asked: "Brother Dao, have you seen them?"
The child-faced elder’s heart moved slightly; the drawing was crude, not showing faces, but capturing the essence. The person appeared as a young scholar, the black dog walked on two legs, and the wooden cart had arms and a mouth.
The child-faced elder laughed: "I know where the fugitives are."
He pointed directions for these Yin ssengers, who thanked him collectively before driving their boats away swiftly.
The child-faced elder laughed: "It turns out Chen Shi has already offended the Yin Commander. With this, there’s no need to worry about Chen Shi getting ahead of us."
Fusheng Town.
Chen Shi instructed the Feather Daoist: "Move Fusheng Town up the mountain as quickly as possible, open up fields, to prepare for the future. Also, if there are other nearby villages, take so scholars with you and move them to the mountains as well. Don’t let them stay in the villages to await death. If you encounter danger, summon Spiritual Official Wang, and he will respond."
The Feather Daoist expressed gratitude.
Chen Shi took the Black Pot and the wooden cart and left Fusheng Town.
The wooden cart traveled over a hundred miles, Chen Shi looked back, and saw under the moonlight the landscape was dim, except Fire Mansion Mountain, which was bathed in sunlight. A majestic Divine sat on the mountaintop, with a flaming cloak billowing behind, stretching tens of miles, sheltering a region.
Spiritual Official Wang seed to sense Chen Shi’s gaze, turned around, and waved far away.
"The little True King is an interesting person. Brothers, after you awaken, be sure to et him."
Spiritual Official Wang looked at the divine shrines, his eyes filled with visions of spiritual officials, as if they still stood on those shrines, filled with laughter.
In those years, the people of Great Ming migrated to West Bull New Continent. One fleet was affected by the storms of the Sea of Darkness, deviating from the intended course, which was supposed to land at Xinxiang, but ended up thousands of miles away in South Gongzhou’s Lingzhou. The treasure ship was destroyed by the storm, forcing them to land, but Lingzhou province was still a wasteland, full of evil spirits and demons.
These Great Ming Soldiers protected the citizens on the ship, fighting fiercely. When they were about to be exhausted, one soldier cut his wrist and sprinkled his blood on the dark land, calling upon Spiritual Official Wang and five hundred spiritual officials for assistance.
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