Chapter 205

At the time of parting, Zhang Jian also separately invited his two senior martial brothers, asking them to visit Haojing as guests.

Chi Jiang, Yunzi Chuyun smiled and accepted the invitation!

Additionally, Zhang Jian mentioned to Zhanmo Zhenjun the matter of Zhang Yi taking a master.

"Are you preparing to have him take apprenticeship under which of your senior martial brothers?"

Zhanmo Zhenjun faintly sensed Zhang Jian's thoughts.

Zhang Jian spoke frankly and without reservation.

"Master, I hope to send Yi'er under the tutelage of my second senior martial brother; he is experienced and his research into the theories of techniques is more profound. Although he has only one disciple, I have inquired and found that his teaching is quite good. Even in the case of this nephew of ordinary aptitude, he can bring out all his advantages, discover the extraordinary aspects within the ordinary cultivator, and expand and develop them into strengths—this is extremely rare!"

Upon hearing this, Zhanmo Zhenjun laughed.

"You have sharp eyes; you can see this point. In fact, you are more suited to teach him than Chuyunzi!"

Zhang Jian shook his head.

"Master, my cultivation time has been too short; even my own accumulation has deficiencies, requiring painstaking effort to make up for, and I have no time to teach Yi'er!"

Zhanmo Zhenjun nodded.

"This matter, as master, I will help you and Chuyunzi bring it up. Your eldest senior martial brother has recently taken on two new disciples, his energy is limited, so taking apprenticeship under Chuyunzi would also be good!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jian's eyes moved.

If that is the case, then it could not be better.

Afterwards, Zhanmo Zhenjun ordered Tiexin Daoren to run a trip to the Ancestral Hall for Zhang Jian to reconfirm the treatment of the true transmission of the Yin Spirit realm.

Upon advancing to the Yin Spirit realm, Zhang Jian's various treatments were all improved.

If it is a Golden Core cultivator, for the Tongshan Dao Tong, it is a seed, or still belongs to the protected range.

Then the Yin Spirit venerable is the backbone.

The Yin Spirit venerable can guard the four directions on behalf of the sect, go out and travel, or help complete various high-difficulty sect tasks.

According to the rules, after advancing to the Yin Spirit realm, if Zhang Jian wants to obtain resources from the sect, he needs to complete various tasks, and only then can he receive the sect's resource allocation.

Considering that he cannot leave Haojing, Zhang Jian accepted several tasks to perfect cultivation techniques, methods, or decipher talismans.

Such tasks are his specialty.

……

Imperial Capital, Guan Tian Tai

These past few days, Zhang Jian discovered that the number of patrols by the Imperial Guard around the Imperial Capital had clearly increased, and the personnel had also increased considerably.

But Zhang Jian could still sense that various kinds of people with various purposes were entering the inner Imperial Capital, attempting to probe the reality of the imperial mausoleum.

The disturbance of the dragon veins still fell into the eyes of some concerned individuals.

On this day, Zhang Jian suddenly felt his mind stir, his gaze turned toward the azure sky, yet he saw in broad daylight a manifestation of an extraterrestrial star, a great star shining brilliantly, and the next moment it resembled a meteor falling from the horizon, vanishing instantly into the starry sky.

"A star has fallen—could this be the fall of a commander star?"

Zhang Jian's countenance changed.

He calculated with his fingers, faintly determining from the celestial phenomena the origin of the fallen commander star.

Tongcheng Hou Yang Gonghu.

A renowned general, yet he met his demise on the road of suppressing rebellion in the northern lands.

"What a pity!"

Zhang Jian's heart also could not help but arise with a trace of regret.

Never did he expect that Sanyang Commandery would become the final glorious moment of the old general Yang Gonghu, the Marquis of Tongcheng.

At the same time, Zhang Jian noticed that with the fall of this commander star, the dragon and tiger qi within Haojing City also underwent various changes, as if a pillar of fortune had collapsed.

……

"A cracked jar does not leave the well's mouth unbroken; a general is hard-pressed to escape death on the battlefield!"

At this moment, deep within a lofty mountain range, several figures gazed far off in the direction of Lingwu Commandery.

There, killing intent was mighty, boundless blood slaughter surged and churned.

They had already learned that one of the four Supreme Elders of the Blood Slaughter Sect, the Black Blood Elder, had emerged from seclusion, and furthermore had employed the Blood Slaughter Sect's secret transmission of a killing formation, the Blood Slaughter Fetal Origin Great Formation, trapping tens of thousands of the court's army before Chidi Ridge.

"Alas, a renowned general, yet he died under the sneak attack of villains!"

One of the figures sighed with emotion.

Speaking of pity in their mouths, several figures nevertheless bore cold expressions.

In those days, the founding ancestor of the Great Qian swept across the world, clearing many mountain gates—not only the Blood Slaughter Sect, but these people were likewise descendants of one of those branches, merely having fortuitously escaped with their lives.

At this moment, witnessing the fall of the commander star represented by Yang Gonghu, they were mostly clapping and cheering.

"Elder, should we go forth to assist the Black Blood Elder with our strength? The Black Blood Elder's Blood Slaughter Fetal Origin Great Formation is already barely holding on!"

Behind the leading figure, a green-robed old man, a green-robed woman of beautiful and lovely countenance had a somewhat solemn expression; although she wore simple green robes, the robes could not conceal her graceful, curvaceous figure.

These people came from a sect called Xianling Sect; the leader was an elder named Yang Ling.

This is also a Yin Spirit venerable.

But most of the people behind him were cultivators of Ce Ming Zhuji, severely broken in lineage, and besides them, only this woman, who was about to form her golden core.

Yang Ling's eyes flickered.

He waved his hand and said.

"The Blood Slaughter Fetal Origin Great Formation of Daoist Black Blood is not as fragile as you imagine; this formation has further mysteries; the cultivators of Qintian Tai may not necessarily be able to break it; our most important task is still to seek out new hidden dragons—this is the major matter concerning the thousand-year legacy of our Xianling Sect!"

Upon hearing this, several figures behind him nodded silently, while that woman's eyes fluctuated.

This talk deceived those low-magic young disciples, but it could not deceive her.

The nine-headed blood ghosts condensed by the Blood Slaughter Fetal Origin Great Formation are indeed strong, suddenly killing several strong ones of the Dongshen Guan, but facing the several high persons invited from the immortal sect lineages of Qintian Tai, it is clearly insufficient; this formation will surely be broken.

When the formation is broken, it will be the time of death for the Daoist Black Blood.

As for the members of the Xianling Sect who joined in, they probably couldn't change the overall situation and would only end up losing their lives.

The woman in green naturally also supported Yang Ling's decision.

She then said: "The elder is right; since the Blood Slaughter Sect dares to come here to seek trouble at the Dongshen Guan, they must be fully prepared. What we need is to find traces of the dragon veins. As that senior said, not long ago the Great Qian offended heaven, and the dragon vein energy scattered, so there must be dozens of hidden dragons responding to the call. If we can find these hidden dragons in advance, we will surely gain the initiative and prepare for the future!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling's eyes showed a hint of approval.

"What your Qingning Shushu said is correct. Our Xianling Sect, down to this generation, is just us few. It's easy for me alone to build a shelter from wind and rain, but to revive the Xianling Sect, I don't know how long we'll have to wait. The only way is to support the hidden dragons—this is our opportunity. Our Xianling Sect may yet become the next Dongshen Guan!"

Upon hearing this, the many disciples' morale was greatly boosted.

They no longer mentioned intervening in the battlefield below Chidi Ridge.

……

At this moment, in Haojing City, Chaomu sat in the office of the Black-Clothed Guard, calculating with his hands, his eyes somewhat gloomy.

Not long ago, many rumors appeared throughout the Great Qian's prefectures, generally stating that the Great Qian court had offended heaven, the dragon veins were damaged, the fate of the state was hard to continue, and in the coming decades, multiple rebel kings would arise from the dust and smoke, to re-determine the master of the rivers and mountains and the state altars.

These rumors were detailed and convincing, causing widespread discussion both inside and outside the court.

However, Chaomu at this time could not deduce the source of these rumors.

The Black-Clothed Guard also could not verify them.