Chapter 633: Human Disaster in the Yang Realm

Unlike Ning Zhuo listened carefully, murmuring to himself, repeating the key points in a low voice: "First, find the vital point; second, use Confucian methods to strike the vital point."

"Okay!"

"How do I find the vital point, and what is the Confucian method? Can I learn it?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo was very curious about new things; he wanted to learn all the hundred arts of cultivation.

Wen Wen Ruanyu couldn't help but be curious: "Little friend Unlike Ning Zhuo, you are so solemn; is there really a ritual that you need to destroy?"

"Does it have anything to do with White-Paper Xiancheng and the ghost tide?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo smiled slightly: "Senior Wen, thank you for your concern. This is my personal private matter; please teach me! If you have any requirements, feel free to propose them."

Wen Wen Ruanyu shook his head: "You are Senior Sister Meng's child; I care for you too much, how could I ask you for a reward?"

"Although the content of this sacrificial rite is incomplete, its grade is quite high. If you deal with it alone, it will be too strenuous and dangerous."

"If you need my help, just speak up!"

Unlike Ning Zhuo politely refused again.

He wanted to do this himself!

Wen Wen Ruanyu seemed trustworthy, and the White-Paper City Lord was also interested, but Unlike Ning Zhuo did not want to seek their help.

The reason was simple—Meng Meng Meng Yaoyin had hidden all of this, not just from the White-Paper City Lord, but also from the Myriad Phenomena Sect.

"Mother must have her reasons for doing this. I have been in White-Paper Xiancheng for too short a time and am still an outsider, so before exploring the reasons for Mother's arrangement, following the old rules is the safest."

"In fact, even if they knew this secret, they wouldn't be able to help much."

"The defense of White-Paper Xiancheng alone requires them to go all out."

Seeing Unlike Ning Zhuo's attitude, Wen Wen Ruanyu stopped insisting and turned to detail the relevant methods.

"To find the hub position, it is actually very simple, and that is to use literary Qi."

"When literary Qi reaches a certain level, it will attract and compete with each other; this is the mutual appreciation and competition of literary talent."

"This is the literary Qi I have accumulated in my daily life; I will give it all to you. If you follow its induction, you will be able to find the hub."

As he spoke, Wen Wen Ruanyu took out a small storage bag.

The white storage bag was semi-transparent, and inside was a cluster of misty literary Qi, emitting a cluster of snow light, reflecting outward through the storage bag.

Wen Wen Ruanyu said with a hint of pride: "This is the Snow-Reflecting Literary Light Pouch. If a Confucian cultivator's literary talent is insufficient, even if they accumulate literary Qi, the snow light will not shine through. Therefore, when Confucian scholars hold literary gatherings, they often take out their respective Snow-Reflecting Pouches for comparison."

Unlike Ning Zhuo immediately praised him a few times, making Wen Wen Ruanyu smile.

Unlike Ning Zhuo put away the Snow-Reflecting Pouch and asked what kind of Confucian method should be used to destroy the hub.

Wen Wen Ruanyu pondered for a moment and said: "I have thought of six methods, all of which can destroy the hub."

Unlike Ning Zhuo: "I can learn them all! It's just..."

Wen Wen Ruanyu stared deeply at Unlike Ning Zhuo: "It's just that you are short on time, aren't you?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo nodded frankly.

Wen Wen Ruanyu: "You, you have the same temperament as your mother, both wanting to take on the heaviest responsibilities. Well, since time is tight, there is only one that is most suitable for you."

"This Confucian art is called 【Scholar Meets Soldier】. Although it is a Confucian art, it borrows military evil to counter other Confucian arts."

Unlike Ning Zhuo's pupils shrank slightly; this moment made his scalp tingle!

Wen Wen Ruanyu did not sell it short and immediately taught him this Confucian art: "It is the simplest of all and the easiest to master quickly. It's just that every time you cast it, it consumes a significant amount of military evil, suitable for some Confucian generals."

Unlike Ning Zhuo read it roughly and found that what Wen Wen Ruanyu said was not false at all, and he couldn't help but feel shocked, thinking to himself: "I previously purchased the 'Military-Bearing Evil-Carrying Art' and have already collected a lot of military evil, hiding it within my own body."

"Now this 【Scholar Meets Soldier】 Confucian art and the 'Military-Bearing Evil-Carrying Art' can form a perfect match!"

"Is this what it means to be favored by destiny?"

"No matter what I do, it is natural and smooth!"

The Underworld.

Forget-River Xiancheng.

The subordinate walked quickly to the study, his face solemn.

Since this period of time, various bad news had emerged one after another, so that the entire territory of the Forget-River Underworld presented a state of turmoil.

The once immovable and powerful Forget-River Underworld now gave people a feeling of being precarious.

The subordinate gritted his teeth, stood at the door, and whispered that an emergency had occurred.

"Come in." The Forget-River Prefect spoke.

After listening to the report, the Forget-River Prefect remained calm: "Understood, withdraw."

The subordinate bowed and withdrew.

The Forget-River Prefect fell into deep thought: "This time it is a locust plague, causing the burning of three million acres of fire grain."

"Which side is making a move?"

"This method seems to be the Myriad Locust Master?"

This person was a Gu cultivator, Soul Transformation level, and had a private feud with the Forget-River Prefect. Making a move at this moment, I don't know if he was persuaded by others or saw that the Forget-River Underworld was at a critical moment and took the initiative.

"Very good, Myriad Locust Master, I will remember this grudge and repay it in the future." Even the Forget-River Prefect felt heartache for his own losses at this moment.

Three million acres of fire grain fields were a major resource point for the Forget-River Underworld.

In order to manage this place, the Forget-River Prefect buried more than a dozen Earth Gods, which made the fields fertile.

The land in the Underworld is usually very barren and difficult to cultivate anything.

The Forget-River Prefect painstakingly managed three million acres of fertile land, set up a formation, caused Yin to reach its extreme and Yang to be born, and then planted fire grain.

These fire grains were all Yang-natured, which might not be rare in the Yang Realm, but were rare treasures in the Underworld.

Even for ghost cultivation, it is impossible to seek only Yin; one must have Yang to neutralize it, making Yin and Yang coordinated.

Therefore, these fire grains were often in short supply. After the Forget-River Underworld met its own needs, the remaining 30% sold, and the profits obtained could account for 15% of the entire Underworld's income.

Now the Myriad Locust Master brought hundreds of millions of locusts to gnaw on the fire grain, causing a sky-high fire, causing this economic pillar of the Forget-River Underworld to be lost.

The Forget-River Prefect did not choose to retaliate; he had already dispatched many forces during this period.

Since the fire grain had been lost, there was no need to save it. The only worry was that this fire would spread and cause more losses in the surrounding area.

"Must dispatch a capable official to save the disaster. Otherwise, if I let it go completely, I will lose the hearts of the people, and I will also fall into the enemy's calculations."

Thinking of this, the Forget-River Prefect frowned.

His capable officials and generals, who could have guarded the Heavenly Ghost Incarnation Offering Tribulation Rite tightly, now had to be withdrawn to stabilize the overall situation.

The Forget-River Prefect had just made a difficult decision, selected candidates, and issued orders, when there was another urgent report.

"Lord Iron Skeleton!" The Forget-River Prefect was no longer calm this time, slapped the desk, shaking the pen and ink.

Lord Iron Skeleton was an old minister of the former monarch. Before the previous Prefect passed away, he passed the position to the Forget-River Prefect and told him to treat the greatest hero well, who was this Lord Iron Skeleton.

The Forget-River Prefect agreed to this condition and did indeed treat Lord Iron Skeleton well, step by step hollowing him out, keeping him away from the hub, and telling him to retire to his hometown.

Of course, the Forget-River Prefect did not forget to dispatch personnel to pay attention to Lord Iron Skeleton's daily activities at all times. This was because this person had very old qualifications and carried the Iron Certificate given by the previous Prefect.

Now, Lord Iron Skeleton suddenly rioted, killed the surveillance team sent by the Forget-River Prefect nearby, called out from a high place, gathered old subordinates, and raised the banner of correcting the chaos.

If this is not handled well and this rebel army gains momentum, the Forget-River Prefect's position will be seriously shaken.

"Must send a great general to fight!"

The Forget-River Prefect thought left and right, and had to dispatch his most trusted beloved general.

That person had the merit of following the dragon, followed the Forget-River Prefect step by step to the position of Prefect, and had quite a bit of general talent.

But this general talent was not as good as Lord Iron Skeleton.

The latter's battle record was something that no one under the Forget-River Prefect could reach.

"You go there to hold the city to the death, contain the rebel army, and wait for my return!" The Forget-River Prefect added strict care in the order.

In the afternoon, the subordinate reported anxiously: "It's not good, my Lord! The Rolling Mud Ball suddenly woke up, appeared in the northwest direction, and is currently moving toward Nine-Nether Mountain."

The Forget-River Prefect's expression froze.

Rolling Mud Ball!

This was a mountain that had become a demon, extremely old. At first, it was just a mountain peak, but through constant swallowing, it helped itself grow.

Now, it had become a mountain range.

Even so, it was not satisfied and was determined to swallow other mountains to increase its own foundation.

Obviously, this time its target was Nine-Nether Mountain.

The Forget-River Underworld already had few mountains, and the mineral veins in Nine-Nether Mountain were very rich, being the Forget-River Underworld's largest source of minerals, accounting for 80% of the total mining volume!

If this were swallowed by the Rolling Mud Ball, the Forget-River Underworld would inevitably be very passive in the future, and if it wanted a large quantity of minerals, it could only purchase them from outside.

"They want me to take out the White-Tiger Golden Light Seal."

This magic treasure was one of the Forget-River Prefect's signature items and was a well-deserved heavy treasure.

Only by using this treasure, in conjunction with the formation in Nine-Nether Mountain, could it induce the boundless golden Qi in the mineral veins, form a sharp attack, break open the Rolling Mud Ball's mountain body, and hurt him, so that he would know to retreat.

The Forget-River Prefect had already seen through the enemy's trick, but there was no way, he could only comply.

In the evening, another subordinate came to report that a name card had suddenly appeared in the City Lord's Mansion hall.

The name card came from Zeng Zeng Jide.

This person was famous; before he died, he was a cultivator of the No-Empty Gate, and after he died, he turned into a soul cultivator, stealing everywhere in the Underworld.

His style was very arrogant; every time he wanted to carry out a theft, he would give the owner a theft card in advance, stating when he would come to steal what.

"Good, a famous loose cultivator has also bullied me." The Forget-River Prefect took a deep breath, knowing that he had inevitably been involved in energy.

Such bad news had already drawn away most of the power around him, whether it was capable officials or signature magic treasures, all were involved.

"Fortunately, these are not natural disasters or earthly tribulations, but human disasters."

"These can be handled, or temporarily not handled, they are just chess pieces to involve my strength."

"The one who really wants to make things difficult for me... Yin Nine-Candle bears the brunt, followed by Sorrow-Bone, No-Sound, I just don't know if Painted-Skin Rakshasa is traveling outside and can't make it back in time."

"Most of these human disasters should be the work of these three or four people."

The Forget-River Prefect knew very well who really had a death feud with him, could not be resolved, and posed a threat to him.

These were the powerful enemies he really had to face.

"No, these are all opponents in the Underworld, there should be one more human disaster, coming from the Yang Realm."

Thinking of this, the Forget-River Prefect suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

He immediately woke up, knowing that this was a warning from the King's Order!

He could serve as the Prefect of the Underworld, naturally, he had the King's Order on him.

"I performed the Offering Tribulation Rite this time, served the Underworld Heavens, and angered the Yang Realm."

"Therefore, the only things blocking my Dao path in the Underworld are human disasters, not natural disasters or earthly tribulations."

"But it's different in the Yang Realm."

"However, the Yang Realm Heavens want to deal with me, natural disasters and earthly tribulations can't reach me, and they can only evolve into human disasters."

"Now it seems this human disaster is no small matter!"

After a moment of silence, the Forget-River Prefect made up his mind: "Go and ask Elder Gray-Bone, promise a heavy reward, no matter what, you must calculate the human disaster in the Yang Realm!"

The Yang Realm.

White-Paper Xiancheng.

Li Li Xiangshang was awakened by Unlike Ning Zhuo.

He walked out of the Fetal-Breathing Spirit Boat and patted the hull gratefully: "Good treasure."

"Young Master Jiao Ma, this treasure needs to be repaired well."

The hull of the Fetal-Breathing Spirit Boat was covered in cracks.

Unlike Ning Zhuo said: "It needs to be repaired. But I can't find an excellent refiner, and I'm afraid of failing if I try it myself."

Li Li Xiangshang suddenly groped for a jade pendant from his arms and handed it to Unlike Ning Zhuo.

Unlike Ning Zhuo was surprised and waved his hand to refuse: "I said, Senior Li, letting you use this Fetal-Breathing Spirit Boat is a thank you for your help in building the army with your aptitude."

Li Li Xiangshang said: "Now that the Qing Jiao Army has been built, you still let me use the Fetal-Breathing Spirit Boat to practice."

"To be honest, this has helped me too much!"

"I was originally a mortal fish, my cultivation talent is limited, and my physical foundation is insufficient, which dragged down my practice of 'Ascending Dragon Transformation'. But this practice has made up for the shortcomings of my body."

"Therefore, you have a great kindness to me, and I must thank you!"

Unlike Ning Zhuo laughed and refused again.

Who knew Li Li Xiangshang said with a serious face: "Little friend Jiao Ma, this jade pendant has extraordinary significance, you must keep it well."

He continued: "I went out this time under the order of the Dragon Lord. But I was intercepted by Prime Minister Turtle before I left, who wanted to give me a good fate and specially calculated for me."

"He told me that this trip to White-Paper Xiancheng is my cultivation opportunity, and if I act well, I can meet a noble person and make up for the shortcomings in my cultivation."

"At the same time, he told me that to maintain this noble person's luck, I must be willing to give up."

"He suggested that I give the most precious treasure on my body to the noble person."

"I thought about it, and the most precious thing on me is this Dragon Qi jade pendant given by my master."

"I hope you accept it!"

Speaking of this, Li Li Xiangshang, a dignified Golden Core, actually bowed to Unlike Ning Zhuo.

Unlike Ning Zhuo had recently become more aware of the mystery of luck, and hearing that Prime Minister Turtle had calculated it, he became very interested and attached importance to it: "What is the use of this jade pendant?"

Li Li Xiangshang told the truth: "It seals a strand of Dragon Qi from my master, so that I can be influenced by it and have a specific reference object when practicing 'Ascending Dragon Transformation'."

"As for what other functions it has, I don't know."

After hearing this, Unlike Ning Zhuo hurriedly refused: "This is your treasure for attaining the Dao, how can I take what others love?"

But Li Li Xiangshang's attitude was even more determined, trying to make Unlike Ning Zhuo accept it: "Prime Minister Turtle is a good old man, I don't think he will harm me. Since I want to maintain the noble person's luck, then the things I send out must be what the noble person needs. Otherwise, how can I maintain the noble person's luck?"

"This jade pendant, Jiao Ma, you should need it!"

Unlike Ning Zhuo hesitated, and at this moment, the mechanism ring shrank slightly.

His scalp tingled immediately, wanting to refuse, the mechanism ring began to shrink hard. Wanting to agree, the mechanism ring also relaxed.

Unlike Ning Zhuo suddenly understood: "This is the luck of the Heavens helping me, it's really amazing!"

He nodded slightly and finally put the Dragon Qi jade pendant into his arms. ===== CHAPTER 634 =====