Chapter 359

Little Wei Yuan fumbled around on the corpse of the dead Dharma Form monster for a long time but gained nothing. Its body was as dry as dead wood, and its armor had weathered over the long years, becoming as brittle as porcelain. As for the weapon in its hand, it seemed to be a long saber, but the blade had been consumed, leaving only a hilt in its hand.

The only thing of some value was its skeleton, which felt slippery and cold to the touch, likely having undergone a change in essence after long immersion in yin energy.

Apart from that, the core of its entire body seemed to be that ball of yin energy.

Little Wei Yuan found the woman, and the two returned to the place where they had discovered it. There was a small natural high platform here, with a stone chair placed on it. According to the woman, the monster had been sitting on this chair until they broke in.

The woman only found a stone slab with characters carved on it, and then there was nothing else worth noting. At this time, noon was about to pass, and Little Wei Yuan felt yin energy surging deep underground, with terrifying auras vaguely emerging, so he took the woman and retreated from the temple.

Over the past few days, Little Wei Yuan had intentionally tested it and found that once noon passed, the strength of the undead monsters would skyrocket, their speed would directly double, and they could leave the temple to walk in the forest. Some powerful undead monsters would even have a layer of magic shield on their bodies, and Little Wei Yuan would have to empty half a magazine to kill them.

At this time, Little Wei Yuan had few flying swords left and felt there was no need to take more risks, so he carried the corpse of the Dharma Form monster and returned to the village with the woman.

Returning to the village this time, because the spirituality of his Dao Foundation had greatly increased, Little Wei Yuan suddenly felt faint fluctuations a mile away, subtly changing the laws of heaven and earth in this region. This feeling was somewhat like a boundary stone, but not exactly the same; it wasn't as thorough as the transformation by a boundary stone.

Back at their dwelling, Little Wei Yuan continued to work to replenish the flying swords. And that Dao Foundation warrior who had gained spirituality actually learned the technique of making flying swords very quickly, so he began to manufacture flying swords within the Myriad Miles of Rivers and Mountains.

Its speed in making flying swords was only slightly slower than Little Wei Yuan's, and then Little Wei Yuan discovered that however much he understood about the properties of matter, it understood the same, so the quality of the flying swords produced was exactly the same.

Furthermore, it didn't know fatigue and wouldn't get bored; it just repeated the process of making flying swords endlessly, looking as if it could do so until the end of time.

Dao power is Dao power; one portion will not become two.

But Little Wei Yuan's Dao power had an upper limit, and it took a certain amount of time to replenish after being used. Making these launchable flying swords was equivalent to storing the Dao power he didn't use in disguise, and then firing it all out in one breath when needed. This allowed Little Wei Yuan to instantly unleash firepower far exceeding his normal strength, so Little Wei Yuan now attached great importance to this.

But with this enlightened Dao Foundation warrior, Little Wei Yuan suddenly discovered that he didn't need to do it himself anymore; the speed of Dao power recovery was just that much, and a Dao Foundation puppet making swords could consume it all.

And then Little Wei Yuan discovered that the nights without having to hand-craft flying swords were actually... a bit empty? Thinking of the content in Xu Wenwu's materials, Little Wei Yuan felt even more guilty—wouldn't being so idle damage his blessings?

Just as Little Wei Yuan was in a daze, the woman returned and said: "The village elder wants to see you."

Little Wei Yuan was stunned—there really was a village elder?

After experiencing events like the Paper Bride, the Gloomy Cold Realm, and the Arhat True Blood Pure Land, Little Wei Yuan was now somewhat suspicious, having initially suspected that this village didn't actually exist and was just imagined by the woman.

Now that the village elder wanted to see him, Little Wei Yuan naturally wanted to understand this mysterious village. Being able to have the Shadow of the Mid-Month specifically open a passage to this place, there might be a huge secret hidden here.

The woman held Little Wei Yuan's hand and walked a full mile of mountain road, up and down, finally arriving in front of a courtyard with three rooms. There were several other houses around this courtyard, and lights were on in the rooms at this time.

Little Wei Yuan entered the main room and perceived an old woman sitting in the main seat, with an elderly person on each side. A painting hung on the wall of the main hall, but Little Wei Yuan couldn't perceive what was painted.

"Sit down." The old woman's voice was very peaceful.

After Little Wei Yuan sat down, the old woman said: "It has been many years since I have seen a human from the outside. So long that from the time I could remember, until now when I am about to be buried."

Little Wei Yuan bowed and said: "I cannot forget the grace of saving my life. I would like to ask the elder, where is this place?"

"The ancestors say that in the far, far south, there is the kingdom of our human race. If you came from there, then we are in your north. As for how far exactly, I don't know."

"What race is around here?"

"To the east is the Liao tribe, and to the west is the Shaman tribe. But they are far away from us, and this is deep in the mountains where there is nothing, so they won't come over."

After a while, Little Wei Yuan learned the history of this village.

Two dynasties before the Great Tang, there was a short-lived Haotian Dynasty. Haotian only existed for a short seven hundred years, which is considered a very short-lived dynasty in human history.

At that time, the Haotian Dynasty was already in its final years, and the emperor worshipped a mysterious Qi practitioner as the Great Heavenly Master. The Great Heavenly Master calculated many nodes of luck in the human world, so the emperor secretly sent out many teams to various nodes of luck across the land to suppress them, in order to save the national destiny of the dynasty that was about to perish.

It's just that many nodes of luck required going deep into the territories of other races, so these teams received suicide missions.

The ancestors of this village were one of these teams; they went through hardships, walked for a full thirty years, and arrived at the extreme north, only then finally reaching a large node of luck and discovering the temple hidden deep in the mountains.

The entire team was very young when they set out, and the Dharma Form couple was not even forty years old at that time. But by the time they crossed the territories of other races and reached their destination, they already had a sense of vicissitudes.

They settled here and multiplied. Their descendants had to guard these nodes of luck for generations; this was the mission of this village.

Leaving the human domain, human cultivators would age faster, and their lifespan would only be two or three percent of normal. And because they were deep in foreign lands, they didn't dare to use boundary stones, only bringing some boundary stone fragments to make the environment slightly less harsh.

Since the fall of the Haotian Dynasty, more than seven thousand years have passed.

Little Wei Yuan asked: "What exactly is inside these nodes of luck? And what is the use of you living here?"

The old woman said: "I don't know what's inside; my grandfather once guessed that this might be where the earth's veins converge. As for what's the use of living here, I know even less. I only know that the ancestor's mission was to settle down here and multiply. In these mountains, there must be living people. As for the specific reason, perhaps only the Great Heavenly Master of that year knew." Little Wei Yuan's heart stirred, and he had some guesses.

When studying the theory of luck, teachers once said that some people's bloodlines are born in response to heaven. To put it bluntly, they are born under the influence of some kind of great heavenly luck in the dark. The bloodlines of this type of person often have special functions, one of which is to suppress feng shui, forcibly reverse national destiny, or delay the occurrence of certain disasters, or nurture some kind of bizarre thing that does not belong to this world.

According to the old woman's account, the ancestors of this village should all have been people with special bloodlines, sent here to guard the nodes of luck to reverse national destiny.

But when the Tai Chu Palace concentrated on teaching, it gave lectures on many ancient secrets, so the knowledge and insight of Little Wei Yuan's batch of disciples far exceeded the past.

Combined with the undead monsters that appeared in the temple, Little Wei Yuan had another guess: they might be sacrificing their own bloodlines generation after generation, wanting to nurture something.

According to the teachers in class, this kind of method is similar to the Shaman tribe's blood sacrifice; no matter how good the explanation sounds, basically, what is nurtured won't be anything good, and the person who laid out this matter won't be a good person either.

Tai Chu Palace has a clear definition of good and bad.

What is called good is what is beneficial to the multiplication of the human race and beneficial to the development and growth of the human race. This is great good. There is also what is called small good, which is helpful to the path of Tai Chu Palace. Bad is the opposite.

At this time, Little Wei Yuan naturally wouldn't say it out loud, nor would he ask; this kind of matter only needs to be observed slowly, and various clues will naturally be revealed.

After talking for a long time, the old woman was obviously a bit tired and said: "Young master, I see that your luck is extraordinary and your skills are outstanding. In the future, there should be an opportunity to return to the ancestral land of the human race. After you leave descendants in this village, I have several treasures handed down from my ancestors, and I will naturally give you a few useful items to help you return to the human domain."

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"Thank you, senior."

The old woman said: "There is one more thing; when you return to the human domain, can you tell the current Haotian to pardon our tribe's duty, or send someone else to come. Our tribe is already difficult to continue; even if there are descendants left by you, the tribe will perish within a hundred years. And in these mountains, there must be people living."

Little Wei Yuan said: "Nowadays, the Great Tang Emperor is on the throne. The Haotian Dynasty perished seven thousand years ago."

"Oh, then asking the Tang Emperor for a pardon is the same; as long as it is an order from the common master of the human race, it is the same."

Little Wei Yuan smiled bitterly: "The Great Tang territory is vast, and the Emperor is high above; how could I easily see him?"

The old woman said calmly: "It doesn't matter, do your best and listen to heaven's will. We have lived here for thousands of years and have long since stopped thinking about returning to the human domain alive. It's just that I am old and suddenly don't want my descendants to be like us, ending their lives in these wild snowy mountains. If it weren't for the legends that the village elders must memorize, I would have thought that the so-called human world was just this one village."

"If you have time, senior, you can write down the ins and outs of the matter, and I will present it to the Tang Emperor after I return."

The old woman smiled kindly and said: "Young master is testing me. Alright, anyway, there is still plenty of time, I will go back and think about it. I haven't written in so many years, I've almost forgotten it all."

The village has passed things down by word of mouth for generations, learning to read and write, but not recording any important matters in writing. Passed down to now, there are only dozens of people left in the village, most of whom are already very old.

Finally, the old woman handed Little Wei Yuan a pale green night-luminescent pearl and said: "This pearl was brought by our ancestors, and it has been warmed in the body for over a hundred years. There is pure yang blood energy inside the pearl, and carrying it on your body can resist the yin cold of this northern extreme land. If you want to go down to the temple, having this on you will also make it easier."

Little Wei Yuan took it, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he was immediately burned by the blood energy contained in the pearl, as if touching a branding iron, and immediately retracted it. The blood energy contained in this pearl is probably equivalent to the lifelong cultivation of a Dharma Form cultivator.

"Senior, this is too precious."

The old woman smiled and said: "After you leave descendants, in ten or twenty years, the whole village will be theirs. Consider this pearl as a reward paid to you in advance."

"Then I will accept it." Little Wei Yuan accepted the treasure, then left with the woman and returned to their dwelling.

At this time, the night was deep, the sky was bitterly cold, but the bonfire in the room was blazing, as warm as spring.

The two lay down as before, but Little Wei Yuan refused to sleep, and the hand resting on the woman began to move.

"Sleep!" The woman pushed back, but touched a place she shouldn't have, was scalded, and was so frightened she immediately retracted.

She turned her head, just about to reprimand him, but unexpectedly Little Wei Yuan was lying behind her; as she turned her head, their lips touched.

The raging fire in the pond suddenly flared up, as if it were going to set the whole house on fire!

After a long, long time, the two lips separated.

Little Wei Yuan's low voice sounded: "Repaying the debt tonight, no more sleeping!"

ps: I have to hold you guys off for another day.

(End of chapter)