Chapter 73

The most essential parts of the Solar True Scripture he had not yet had time to comprehend, but the superficial bits he had already grasped the moment he obtained the Solar True Scripture.

This method of drawing upon the great sun's energy was precisely the most basic technique of the Solar True Scripture.

Boundless great sun energy was refined into the purest energy, then absorbed by fifty thousand people.

The crowd's aura grew stronger bit by bit—Body Tempering Perfection—Houtian—Xiantian!

In just a quarter of an hour, everyone's strength had undergone a qualitative leap.

Having finished the empowerment transmission of skill, Li Yang opened his eyes, feeling his own power, hardly daring to believe it, almost suspecting he was in a dream.

How poor his aptitude was, he knew clearly.

Before, the state had already distributed basic cultivation methods; he had cultivated for a long time and still had not reached Body Tempering Perfection, nor felt even a trace of Qi sensation.

Now, however, he had in an instant become a powerful Xiantian expert.

This realm was something he might not reach even if he cultivated for another hundred years in his own world.

Thinking of this, he could not help but look up at the immortal above the sky, his heart filled with worship.

"Your strength is now sufficient; next is the selection of cultivation methods." Zhang Taixuan announced loudly, "I will have someone send down the catalogue of cultivation methods, and you shall choose for yourselves. You have only three days; after three days, you should head to your various regions to govern them."

Having spoken, with a wave of his hand, one person walked out from the Taixuan Sect, hair jet-black, simply tied in a topknot, but with only nine fingers.

This person was none other than the rejuvenated Hong Qigong.

Now, he too was an inner disciple of the Taixuan Sect.

Stepping forward, he curiously looked at the strangely dressed modern people, and distributed the prepared catalogue of cultivation methods.

Zhang Taixuan did not bother with this matter, and returned to the Shanmen, beginning to mobilize the other disciples within the Taixuan Sect.

These disciples, after cultivating, were at the very least at the Xiantian realm, numbering several thousand; conquering the realm could not be simpler.

"Zhao Song is without virtue, the Jin Kingdom is cruel. My Taixuan Sect, bearing the will of Heaven and Earth, shall sweep clean the six directions, unify the realm, and return peace and tranquility to the people. I want you to sweep the realm clean within three days, end this age of chaos. Can you do it?"

"We humbly obey the Ancestral Master's decree."

"Guo Jing, you shall lead fifteen hundred disciples to attack the Jin Kingdom. Any evil Jin nobles—kill without mercy. As for the cities, for now arrange suitable personnel to garrison them; after three days, someone will naturally take over."

Guo Jing stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Yes, Ancestral Master."

"Wen Tianxiang, you shall lead sixteen hundred men to attack Song territory."

Wen Tianxiang bowed respectfully: "Yes, Ancestral Master. May I ask how the Song imperial clan should be dealt with?"

"The guilty, kill. The innocent, confiscate their property and demote them to commoners."

Wen Tianxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

The Ancestral Master at least did not order a complete massacre, which also strengthened his resolve to follow the Ancestral Master.

At least the Taixuan Sect was not some kind of brutal ruler.

Guo Jing felt the same in his heart.

The two selected their men and departed from Taixuan Mountain like the wind and lightning, one heading north, the other south.

Xiantian experts, whether in attack, defense, or speed, were incomparable to ordinary people.

One person suppressing a thousand armored soldiers was absolutely no problem.

Guo Jing led his fifteen hundred men, attacking cities and seizing territory, and soon arrived at Zhongdu.

On the walls of Zhongdu, the Jin soldiers, seeing Guo Jing and his party, could hardly believe it—how had the enemy arrived at their doorstep without a sound?

However, the garrison at Zhongdu was Jin elite; even upon seeing that this group's aura was fierce, they did not hesitate at all, immediately setting up their attack and preparing to defend.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot!" Guo Jing sighed. "This Zhongdu is the ancestral land of our Han people; how can it be occupied by you lot? Today it should be taken back."

His figure moved, and his entire body transformed into a golden divine dragon several zhang long, landing directly on the city wall; with a sweep of his form, the Jin soldiers on the wall immediately fell off like dumplings dropped into water.

In an instant, the gates of Zhongdu burst open, and Taixuan Sect disciples poured into the city.

"Sweep clean the Jin nobles, gather the wealth and goods, and wait for the Ancestral Master to send people to take over."

"Yes."

At a single command, three thousand disciples dispersed and flooded into every part of Zhongdu.

In an instant, the sounds of battle shook the four corners.

However, facing this group of Xiantian experts, where could the Jin possibly have a chance to resist? In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zhongdu together with the imperial palace had fallen.