Chapter 1388: Gathering Refugees, the Divine Spell Reveals Its Might (2/5, Requesting Subscriptions)

"Just five grains? Can they really cause such rapid progress?"

The two could not believe it.

As warriors, from the very start of their cultivation, they refined the essence of their flesh and the essence of the five grains.

Using this as the source of their cultivation, they knew all too well how painfully slow the progress was.

Even after decades of cultivation, they could never reach Li Yingqiong's level.

Yet now, with the Taixuan Divine Spell appearing, only a short time passed, and the essence of the five grains had made them impossibly strong.

These are just ordinary grain, not spiritual herbs like Zhu fruit or hundred-year ginseng.

"The Dao Lord possesses boundless divine powers; what mortals cannot do is surely easy for him," Li Yingqiong sniffed. "If Father doesn't believe it, I'll teach you—try it yourselves and you'll see."

"Alright."

Li Ning nodded.

Since his daughter had already tried it, even if it were a demonic art, he had no reason to avoid it.

Zhou Chun felt curiosity, mixed with a flicker of excitement.

If this were truly true, then wasn't the restoration of Shanhe right before their eyes?

Li Yingqiong recited a spell, and the two memorized it carefully, silently chanting it.

The Nine Great Taixuan Spells each had very few characters.

In just moments, the two had memorized them and began cultivation.

As they chanted the spell, they indeed felt a warm current forming within their bodies; wherever the warmth passed, their bodies, like parched earth meeting rain, greedily absorbed it and grew stronger rapidly.

Throughout this process, they felt no discomfort whatsoever—on the contrary, their entire bodies felt blissfully comfortable, and even their previous cultivation techniques improved alongside it.

The two immersed themselves in cultivation, repeating it several times until their stomachs growled with hunger, then stopped.

"Incredible."

"Indeed, to cultivate so quickly by merely consuming the essence of five grains—it's truly divine art."

Zhou Chun and Li Ning sighed in awe, turning to look at Li Yingqiong.

"Yingqiong, tell us clearly—what manner of being is this Taixuan Dao Lord?"

Li Yingqiong's eyes sparkled, her voice clear: "The Taixuan Dao Lord is an immortal beyond the Great Luo realm, who has saved countless worlds, wielding boundless divine powers and magic power beyond mortal imagination. The Nine Great Taixuan Spells you just cultivated? They're merely what he gives ordinary believers to strengthen their bodies and prolong life."

"But I think this spell can be used to train soldiers. In just a short time, we could forge an army that sweeps the world and restores Shanhe. Then, Father, you become Emperor, and Uncle, you become Chancellor—wouldn't that be perfect?"

Li Ning froze, pointing at himself: "Me? Emperor?"

"Nonsense. I'm just a warrior—how could I possibly be Emperor?"

Zhou Chun also shook his head: "Same with me. With my abilities, how could I govern a nation?"

"You two underestimate yourselves too much," Li Yingqiong shook her head. "When the time comes, I'll buy you a pill that reshapes your bones and transforms your marrow. If you study hard, you'll soon gain the ability to rule the world."

"There are pills like that?" Li Ning gasped. "Are they also the Dao Lord's doing?"

Li Yingqiong nodded: "Of course. If cultivators weren't forbidden from interfering in worldly affairs, I'd just directly transmit the Immortal Martial Way to you—no need for all this trouble."

As she said this, Li Yingqiong sighed slightly, glancing fleetingly at the sky.

Though the chat group was powerful and unafraid of the celestial immortals of this world,

its power wasn't her own, and she didn't want to trouble others—she had to solve problems herself.

So, it was better to avoid conflict with forces like the Lingkong Immortal Realm whenever possible.

"What about you?" Li Ning asked.

Li Yingqiong sniffed: "The Dao Lord said I've always had an immortal affinity—I'm meant to lead a righteous sect. After all this is done, I'll naturally ascend to cultivate immortality."

"Cultivate immortality?"

"If that's truly the case, what a blessed fate."

Zhou Chun and Li Ning had traveled far and wide, heard legends of immortals, and even seen swordlight streaking across the nine heavens.

They understood the immortals better than ordinary people.

Zhou Chun asked curiously: "Can't we cultivate immortality too?"

"Of course," Li Yingqiong smiled. "Once the world is at peace, and you pass your duties to the next generation, I'll come to bring you to cultivate. Then, we'll all live forever."

"Alright, it's settled," Zhou Chun said, his energy surging; even Li Ning's mood brightened.

The next day.

The three split up to recruit refugees.

Though this era is called a golden age in later times, it was very different from what people imagined.

There were still many refugees who had lost their land.

The three found nearly three hundred people in no time and brought them to a secluded valley.

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Inside the valley.

A white stone statue stood there.

Though made of ordinary material, the statue radiated a profound mystery; the refugees needed only one glance to feel their spirits calm, gradually developing a sense of belonging.

Li Yingqiong stood above, addressing the refugees.

"All of you, bow together to the Taixuan Dao Lord, then chant the Divine Spell. This spell is a supreme divine art granted by the Dao Lord—it strengthens the body and cures illness, prolonging life."

"Divine Spell?"

Hearing this, the previously quiet refugees' eyes turned strangely wary.

Religion, incantations, and gathering crowds.

The three elements together instantly reminded them of the Bai Lian Sect.

The words "rebellion" flashed in their minds, filling them with fear.

If it weren't absolutely necessary, who would dare to take their life in hand and rebel?

If they hadn't been cowed by the force of Li Yingqiong's group of three, the refugees would likely have scattered in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph!"

"Now pay homage to the Dao Lord!"

Li Yingqiong gave a light snort, snapping everyone back to attention.

Seeing the fierce glint in Li Yingqiong's eyes, the crowd could only bow along and begin chanting in time with her lead.

Most of these refugees were uneducated, landless farmers. It took several rounds of teaching before they could recite the divine incantation in any passable fashion.

At first the crowd was merely going through the motions, putting on a show — who could have known that as the incantation was chanted, a warm current would appear within their bodies.

The more earnestly they recited, the more distinct this warm current became, and the greater the benefits they felt.

The more benefits they felt, the harder the crowd worked at it.

At first they still needed Li Yingqiong's intimidation, but as the benefits became apparent, these people actually grew more eager than anyone.

They kept going until hunger in their bellies forced them to stop.

"How amazing!"

"The Dao Lord is a true divine spirit, not some evil god like the Bai Lian cult!"

"I feel like I've got so much strength right now!"

One refugee stepped aside, gave a light lift, and hoisted a boulder of five or six hundred jin, then set it back down.

He did this several times until someone called out to him, and only then did he come back to himself, his face full of disbelief.

"I've been sickly since I was young — how can I possibly move a boulder this big now?!"