Chapter 222: Betraying the Master and Destroying the Ancestors

"This poor Daoist's dharma name is Chuhe, from the Jianmu Hall of the Grand Void Palace, and I have some grievances with your grandmaster, the old thief Fenhai." The Daoist introduced himself with a smile, his eyes almost disappearing from the smile.

Wei Yuan hurriedly bowed: "Greetings, True Person Chuhe."

Wei Yuan's etiquette was perfect, his voice sincere, his expression solemn, and he didn't dare to have a single flaw from head to toe.

Not to mention that anyone who could have grievances with True Person Fenhai and still be alive and kicking, and even go around proclaiming it, had to have some skills, but the three words "Jianmu Hall" alone had great magic, and like the Heavenly Craft Hall, they had already made Wei Yuan yearn for them for a long time. Now that a True Person was in front of him, he couldn't let go of the opportunity... no, he couldn't offend him.

Wei Yuan maintained a very respectful appearance, but in his heart, he was muttering, wondering how miserably this old Daoist had been beaten back then for having grievances with Fenhai, and hoping he wouldn't vent his anger on him, a junior. If he just wanted to beat him up, he could endure it, but he was afraid he would just flick his sleeves and leave in a fit of anger.

However, True Person Chuhe, despite looking honest, saw through Wei Yuan's thoughts at a glance and was displeased, asking, "Do you know why, when mentioning the Tianqing Hall, the evaluations all say it is one of the halls that can fight the best? Why is there this 'one of'?"

Wei Yuan answered honestly: "This junior does not know."

True Person Chuhe's small eyes widened, and he said grimly: "That's because as long as my Jianmu Hall is here, don't even think about removing this 'one of'!"

Wei Yuan was dumbfounded, never expecting that a hall that made a living by farming could actually be mentioned in the same breath as the Tianqing Hall in terms of fighting? Even the farmers weren't honest anymore.

However, True Person Chuhe also felt that he had boasted a bit too much, and feeling slightly embarrassed, he added: "Of course, one must also add the Creation View, the Heavenly Mystery Hall, and the Haotian View."

Wei Yuan was skeptical. Except for the Haotian View, the others didn't sound like they could fight at all.

True Person Chuhe's face sank, and he said coldly: "What, you still don't believe me? Why don't you call your grandmaster over and ask him yourself! This poor Daoist has eight immortal swords, covering metal, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind, and thunder; which time haven't I fought him to a draw? Has he ever taken advantage of me even once?"

Wei Yuan was truly shocked this time; what was an old Daoist from the Jianmu Hall doing with eight immortal swords? The others were fine, but the thunder sword alone was definitely an immortal foundation.

"Senior... aren't there a bit too many swords?"

True Person Chuhe said: "Not many, not many at all! Now you know the old Daoist isn't boasting, right? Your teacher also has four immortal swords, already surpassing the master, and when he achieves the Dharma Form, that old thief Fenhai won't have any face left. Oh, you also practice immortal swords, right? How many do you have now?"

Weren't immortal swords about quality rather than quantity? And when it came to the number of immortal swords, Wei Yuan couldn't quite open his mouth, stammering: "Also, also not many..."

True Person Chuhe snorted heavily and said: "I originally thought you were a good young man, but I didn't expect you to be so unwilling to be down-to-earth! Just say how many you have, even if it's one or two, no one will laugh at you, what are you afraid of? Tell the truth!"

Wei Yuan was helpless and had to say: "This junior has a total of one... thousand and twenty-four immortal swords."

Old Daoist Chuhe had been stroking his beard and smiling, but suddenly he broke several strands of his beard.

Seeing that the old Daoist was unsettled and ready to act at any moment, Wei Yuan observed his expression and hurriedly brought out a bundle of immortal swords, saying: "This is a small part."

The old Daoist's mouth opened, and for a moment he was speechless. There was a breath stuck in his chest that he couldn't spit out for a long time.

The old Daoist finally squeezed out a smile and said: "The quality of these immortal swords is a bit poor, take out the good ones."

Wei Yuan looked ashamed: "These are the best ones. There are a few inferior types, would you like to see them?"

The old Daoist's mouth opened again, but no words came out. After a long while, he said: "No need. Sigh, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but what use is it to have these pieces of trash? One thousand pieces of trash..."

The second half of the sentence suddenly disappeared.

Because the old Daoist suddenly remembered that one could be called trash, but one thousand pieces of trash placed together were no longer trash.

"The old Daoist will first take a look at these fields of yours." The True Person decided not to discuss this topic anymore.

When walking into the fields, True Person Chuhe suddenly seemed like a different person. Sometimes he would squat down to stroke the seedlings, as gently as if stroking a lover's thigh. Sometimes he would talk to a few seedlings that weren't growing well, encouraging them constantly, as if they could really understand.

But strangely, the seedlings that had talked to the old Daoist really did become rich in vitality, and their growth speed became faster. And it wasn't just a little faster, it was several times faster!

The old Daoist would occasionally stand up to look at the sky, look at the direction of the surrounding earth veins and the wind, and sometimes he would dig up a piece of soil to look at it carefully, and even taste a little bit in his mouth.

He was busy for a full two quarters of an hour, leaving Wei Yuan aside. Wei Yuan wasn't anxious and waited patiently. At this time, someone beside him said: "Junior Brother Wei, can we also go in and take a look with Master?"

Wei Yuan turned around and saw four cultivators, either Daoist or secular, standing beside him, their Dao power all somewhat similar to True Person Chuhe, originating from the same source.

Wei Yuan smiled and said: "Please feel free, Junior Uncles."

These four immediately rushed into the fields, and only the youngest one remembered his manners and bowed to Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan watched from the side and found that these people's auras were very similar to grass and trees; if one only used spiritual sense, those with slightly weaker perception would mistake them for ordinary grass and trees seen everywhere. The deeper the cultivation, the closer the aura was to ordinary grass and trees.

Wei Yuan could distinguish the four disciples to some extent, but True Person Chuhe was completely like a small blade of grass in Wei Yuan's perception, the kind seen everywhere. Therefore, Wei Yuan had been completely unaware of his arrival. Finally, the master and disciples finished looking at the entire field, and True Person Chuhe returned to Wei Yuan and said: "Are there any other spirit fields? Take me to see them."

When he went in, the True Person was full of joy, but when he came out, his brows were locked in a frown. Wei Yuan felt a chill in his heart, but he didn't ask, instead taking them to the medicine garden.

True Person Chuhe spoke highly of the Wood Spirit Ginseng, but when he stood before the Heavenly Star Tianxing Longkui with the platinum threads, he fell into deep thought. After a moment, he said, "The Heavenly Star Tianxing Longkui is originally a mid-rank spiritual plant. It has had a history of over a hundred thousand years since its discovery, with little change. However, this one has somehow been tainted by a wisp of Moon Laurel immortal spirit energy; it can be called a Moon Tree Tianxing Longkui and belongs to the upper-rank spiritual plants."

His gaze fell on another black patch of land, and he suddenly let out an "eh," came to the edge of the land, sniffed hard, and shock slowly appeared on his face: "Nether-soil was added here?"

"A little was added."

"Where did the Nether-soil come from, let me see?"

In Wei Yuan's perception, Ji Liuli and Zhang Sheng both nodded, so a handful of Nether-soil appeared in his hand.

However, this handful of soil was not the one originally brought out from the Nether-Cold Realm, but rather one part of the Nether-Cold Realm soil mixed with nine parts of the soil generated within the Myriad Miles of Rivers and Mountains, and only manifested after being stirred evenly.

Speaking of which, when stirring the soil, Wei Yuan always felt that he was missing a stick.

Seeing this handful of soil, True Person Chuhe's face changed again and again, and he took it cautiously, sensing the power of Eternal Silence within. Only after a long time did he say: "So that's how it is."

He looked at Wei Yuan and asked: "Why is there the power of the Netherworld's Eternal Silence in your Foundation Establishment?"

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Wei Yuan shook his head: "This junior does not know."

"How much more of this Nether-soil can be manifested?"

Wei Yuan estimated that if everything were mixed according to the existing ratio, the manifested soil could probably cover a few hundred mu, so he said: "There is still some."

True Person Chuhe grabbed a handful of dark soil and asked: "How much is 'some'? How many patches like this can be covered?"

"Three patches." Wei Yuan originally wanted to answer one, but thinking that he had also given Sun Yu several dozen catties, he changed his answer to three patches.

True Person Chuhe immediately said: "Find a place for me to live, this old Daoist is not leaving!"

Wei Yuan was overjoyed and immediately arranged for the peak. But the True Person shook his head after looking at it, and finally simply chose a piece of land by the sorghum field and let his disciples build a house.

"Why did the True Person choose here? Isn't the medicine garden better?" Wei Yuan asked.

"Although the spirit plants in the medicine garden are of high rank, the quantity is too small, and the spiritual energy isn't enough for my few disciples to cultivate. But here it is different, several thousand mu of spirit fields, and the spiritual power has gathered into a stream. Besides, doing a good job here is a great merit."

Wei Yuan didn't quite understand and asked: "Please teach me, True Person."

True Person Chuhe then said, "Those spiritual medicines are supplied to the few and the powerful, but these sorghum grains before us can be eaten by everyone; they are also the key for mortals to shed their mortal bodies and cultivate in Body Forging. The vast majority of mortals are not unable to cultivate, but unable to eat spiritual food. There is a saying you might not like to hear: for an old Daoist like me, rather than planting a few more spiritual ginsengs or having a few more Heavenly Star Tianxing Longkui in your garden, it would be better to find a way to increase the harvest of these sorghum grains in the fields by ten percent. Allowing more people to shed their mortal status and enter the immortal path—that is what truly contributes to heaven and earth."

Wei Yuan bowed sincerely: "True Person has high righteousness!"

Chuhe suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said, "The other Heavenly Star Tianxing Longkui, the one planted in the Sacrifice Mingtu, must have someone guarding it; that one has very likely already brushed against the edge of being an immortal tree!"

After settling the people from Jianmu Hall, Wei Yuan returned to the main peak to see Zhang Sheng. After the routine greeting, Wei Yuan asked: "True Person Chuhe said he has eight immortal swords and can fight back and forth with Grandmaster Fenhai, is that really the case?"

Zhang Sheng was still looking at the history books and said indifferently: "Listen to his boasting! Except for the thunder sword which is worth looking at, the others are vulgar and unbearable; how could he be your grandmaster's opponent with just these swords? But the Jianmu Hall also raises spirit beasts, and among the spirit plants, there are many that eat meat, so when the Jianmu Hall fights people, they often release a large group of spirit plants and spirit beasts, and then swarm them. That old Daoist can fight your grandmaster to a draw because he has two Dharma Form-level spirit beasts."

So that was it.

At this time, Zhang Sheng was sitting by the window, holding a book, and the sunlight shone through the window, falling on his hands, sparking a layer of jade-like halo.

Wei Yuan suddenly discovered that the teacher's hands were slender and white, moist and powerful, and in terms of the beauty of bone structure, the beauty of skin and flesh, and the beauty of charm, they were not inferior to Bao Yun and Ji Liuli at all.

It was also this hand that had swung the sword to cut off the Northern Territory Snow Eagle that day, saving Wei Yuan. At that time, blood surged from between the fingers, like red plum blossoms in white snow.

At that time, Wei Yuan felt in his dazed state that this hand was so beautiful, so beautiful.

He suddenly wanted to touch it.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 223 =====