Chapter 838: Proud Bones

Baiku County. Yellow sand filled the air, permeating above the city, rushing into the sky under the roll of the gale, mixed with the pervasive gold poison, making the cultivators coming and going unable to help but squint their eyes.

Amidst the dancing dust, an old cultivator in white robes came riding the wind, forced to squint by the rush, unable to help but frown, looking down: 'Strange, I remember it being near the Duxian Dao. It is at least a Zifu-level power. To let the gold poison run rampant like this, I do not know how many thousands of commoners have died... Truly not cultivating virtuous governance...'

He looked with some unbearable feeling, rode the wind down, and thought secretly: 'It is no wonder. I heard they are confronting the Wangyue Immortal Clan on the river, and both families have fought with real fire. Never mind the gold poison or not... Hmm... The Li clan is a famous righteous path and would not do such a thing. That means the Duxian Dao did it on purpose, forcing the Li clan to be distracted to save them...'

'What a sin!'

He sighed deeply, hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head: 'Better to go down and see... When I followed the General to resist the Buddhist cultivators, the local commoners did not suffer such great crimes. Now that the immortal Dao is prosperous, there is such a disaster instead...'

The old Daoist passed through the clouds and indeed saw scattered bones, but no one in the street paid any attention, as if they could not see these mortals in their eyes, only crowding toward the tea house in the center.

He stopped his magic light on an eave and actually saw a Qi Refining cultivator fighting a Taixi cultivator.

"Ah?"

He stared blankly for two glances. This Taixi actually held a magic sword, cutting down the incoming spells one by one. Although it appeared extremely difficult, he not only resisted the Qi Refining cultivator but even had a feeling of flowing clouds and water.

"Oh!"

The old Daoist moved forward two steps, stroking his beard to watch.

He saw the youth with some blood on his face, majestic and awe-inspiring, standing on the stage, his proud bones like a sharp sword piercing the sky, the long sword in his hand dancing more and more fiercely, making people unable to help but praise him.

Looking at the young master in brocade robes on the side, his face was livid, his hands trembling, unable to even pinch the magic formula, his eyes wide open, faintly turning red, shouting:

"You... you... what kind of evil magic did you use! To be able to resist my Qi Refining spell!"

The youth opposite was only at the peak of Taixi, but his temperament was outstanding, his robes were broken, but his face was unyielding, proudly saying:

"Frog at the bottom of the well! Have you not heard that man can conquer heaven? I have a heart of bravery, unyielding proud bones, and the ambition to cover the clouds. With these three alone, even if I am a mere mortal, even if a divine ability is in front of me, it cannot hurt me in the slightest, let alone you, a small Qi Refining cultivator!"

"You could not do anything to me when I was at the peak of Taixi, and now that you have become Qi Refining, you are still a piece of trash!"

"Watch the sword!"

As his voice fell, pieces of white Qi actually flew out from the sword, not only tearing the spell in front of him to pieces but also crossing the sky and slashing at the young man in brocade robes.

A splash of blood bloomed, and the young man in brocade robes fell to the ground with a livid face, rolling in pain, hating: "Why! My ten years of cultivation, not a single day of slack... It is fine to lose to you once, but I paid countless efforts to obtain this strand of spiritual energy, luckily breaking through to Qi Refining within three months. Why lose to your three months of cultivation!"

The youth holding the sword walked forward slowly, the long sword pointing straight, coldly saying:

"Ridiculous, you ask me why? Why not ask... those cultivators whose talent is not as good as yours... why is their cultivation not as good as yours after ten years of cultivation? Those cultivators whose family background is not as good as yours... why are they not as good as you after ten years of cultivation? Only you pampered people who do not eat the fireworks of the world are still asking for fairness... A beggar picks up a treasure on the street tomorrow, and a flick of a finger can make your ten years of cultivation vanish into thin air! Why not ask why?"

The pampered one was suddenly dumb, moving two inches on the ground, dragging a piece of blood. The people around were like statues, not moving at all. The youth holding the sword continued to move forward, stepping on his face, smiling: "If the world divided cultivation by effort, the donkey grinding the mill would be the number one immortal in the world. My ambition is to cover the clouds, and six months of cultivation is enough to kill you. Besides accepting it, you have no other way."

"You people, you cannot change it and always pretend not to see it. You should complain about spiritual apertures and luck! This is the most unfair thing! How many people have you suppressed with your family background? Now that it is your turn to complain about family background, complain about opportunity, and you feel jealous and unwilling..."

The pampered one's eyes were about to split, groaning: "I did not..."

But he only said half, and all his expressions changed. The eyes of the people around him changed from pity to disgust, and he also showed a look of shame. The youth kicked the pampered one in the chest.

"Crack!"

I do not know how many bones were broken. The pampered one could not move. The youth slowly lowered his head, quietly watching him, the expression on his face suddenly disappeared, but an inexplicable smile appeared: "The world does not change according to your wishes, understand? There is nothing unfair. I stand here, that is the greatest fairness."

The pampered one did not know what he was talking about. Seeing him swing his sword, his face changed immediately, and he hurriedly begged for mercy. Seeing the youth suddenly show a look of contempt, sneering:

"Wang Jie! You cannot fight, so you kneel and beg for mercy to save your life. You have no unyielding proud bones, no heart to seek immortality and the Dao, no ambition to cover the clouds, only the posture of surviving like a snake or rat, wagging your tail and begging for pity! I spare your life once, and you still do not know how to change. You deserve to die!"

The pampered one could only howl heart-rendingly, but heard a roar from mid-air: "Bold! Do not hurt my son!"

A figure appeared in the sky, a large palm came across the sky, and the majestic pressure came down from the sky! The crowd exclaimed: "City Lord Wang Bakong of Baiku!"

"Lin Feng is finished this time!"

Lin Feng was not afraid at all, standing tall. On the other side, an old Daoist appeared, gently catching the person's spell. The bones under his feet were rolled and scattered everywhere, and black blood splashed.

"I am Bai Yinzi! It is rare to see such a genius, please Fellow Daoist, withdraw your hand!"

This Wang Bakong was originally a majestic face, but because of his rage, it became distorted, roaring: "Where did this loose cultivator come from! How dare you intervene in my affairs!"

Bai Yinzi was originally a lucky Foundation Establishment, and his strength was certainly not as good as the other party's. It was just rare to see such a piece of unpolished jade, and he was reluctant to let go. At this moment, his scalp was numb, and he hurriedly scooped up the youth on the ground, rode the wind, and shouted: "Since your son is fine, just apologize! Why does the City Lord have to make such a big fuss!"

The youth stood silently behind him, cupped his hands, and thanked:

"Senior, thank you for your righteous action to save me, Lin Feng thanks you!"

"Eh."

Bai Yinzi shook his head, observing the pursuers behind him, and said:

"Just a casual action! Choose a place in Jiangbei to land, you and I will talk properly!"

He had completely forgotten to solve the gold poison here. Wang Bakong behind him glared, about to chase, but saw the young man in brocade robes on the ground groaning. It turned out that his mood relaxed, and he fainted. He had to stop, his old eyes turning red, calling out with heartache:

"This little beast has such vicious means!"

His tiger eyes filled with tears, he helped up the young man on the ground, gritting his teeth:

"Wang He did not see me... called me to wait under the mountain for several months... so that this person took advantage of the emptiness... and let you suffer such a great disaster..."

He hugged his eldest son with a gloomy expression, thinking viciously in his heart:

'Then forget it! Then forget it! I originally thought that this place was close to the Duxian Sect, and my lineage was also close to Wang He, so I should be close to Duxian... I did not expect this person to be so heartless!'

Wang Bakong swept a sharp circle. The people below scattered while whispering. The guards on both sides came up and were slapped twice by this Foundation Establishment cultivator, falling to the stage spitting blood.

'Trash!'

He gloomily called someone up and whispered: "That Wang Quwan... is he also cultivating in the Jiangbei area now?"

The cultivator on the side nodded hurriedly and whispered:

"I heard he is cultivating in this area... I do not know why he does not return to the mountain of their lineage... I only heard that no matter whose family goes over, they are all closed behind doors and not seen..."

"Understood."

Wang Bakong turned around holding the person. Wang Jie in his arms was covered in cold sweat and suddenly woke up, muttering in his mouth, actually still muttering about unyielding proud bones and the ambition to cover the clouds.

Wangyue Lake.

It was another early autumn season. The trees on the lake were red and yellow, falling. The old man rode the wind and rushed over, landing in front of the main hall. He bowed without crossing the threshold, seeing two people standing in the hall from afar.

The person at the head was in a dark red robe, holding a pen and hesitating, looking thoughtful. The person on the side was dressed in palace attire, looking very dignified, holding a green round bead in her hand.

Seeing Qu Bushi come to bow, the man at the head first raised his eyebrows, then turned to Li Minggong:

"Aunt's words also make sense. Since Zhuang Pingye wants to return to the Xiahou Xiahou Damo, it is appropriate to give a word of advice. Then let him give a word to Zhuang Cheng... tell them not to go to Jiangbei."

He pondered:

"Just say that my family is at war with the Duxian Dao, involving Zifu, which is very dangerous. Tell the Zhuang family not to come east, so as not to have any accidents... Zhuang Cheng is also a famous figure in the Xiahou Xiahou Damo, so he should listen to advice... As for how much effect it will have..."

Li Jiangqian sighed slightly and replied:

"That depends on the meaning above. If they were already involved, they would not be able to hide no matter what."

Li Minggong nodded slightly, and Li Jiangqian said: "Report it up."

Qu Bushi then entered the hall to bow, respectfully saying: "My Lord, Wang Jie has been defeated for the second time... It is said that this time he almost lost his life. It was his father who arrived in time to save him. He originally wanted to take revenge, but Lin... Lord Lin was saved... It was done by an old Foundation Establishment Daoist."

Qu Bushi was not stupid. He had been involved in the affairs of the North all along and was in contact with the Duxian Dao. Now, although he did not know the truth, he had already guessed that Lin Feng's identity must be extraordinary. This "Lord Lin" came out, and Li Jiangqian paused slightly. Not only did he not correct him, nor did he ask about the identity of the Foundation Establishment cultivator, but he said solemnly: "Did you follow my instructions?"

"The subordinate respectfully obeys the order! It was all collected from idle chats in the tavern. It is strange to say... Perhaps this matter is interesting, and the speed of spread is surprisingly fast... It seems everyone likes to say a word..."

Li Jiangqian nodded silently, and Qu Bushi continued:

"On the other side... the news has already been told to Lord Gong. He is very grateful and instructed the little one... saying that he received news there that the Black Rat Protector has already found out the ins and outs of the mineral vein and suspected Lord Lin, personally going to Baiku County, which should be to see Wang Bakong."

Li Jiangqian waved his hand to let the other party go down, looked at Li Minggong, and said softly: "The affairs of the North Bank have always been the responsibility of Chen Yang. It is said that Fei Qingya's cultivation speed is very amazing. When she came, she was at the fifth level, and now she has broken through to the sixth level of Taixi, which is more excellent than the vast majority of my family's direct descendants."

"True Person Tinglan did not give instructions on what kind of spiritual energy to bestow upon her... True Person Qiuhu also did not have any instructions passed down... We can only let her consolidate her cultivation first... I am afraid we have to make this decision ourselves."

Li Minggong pondered for a moment and replied:

"Your idea is..."

Li Jiangqian smiled slightly and said:

"【Clear Qi in the River】."

The "River and Great Mausoleum Scripture" of the Li family had not yet been unsealed. How could they miss this excellent opportunity? As long as Fei Qingya took the 【Clear Qi in the River】, she would need follow-up techniques for her future cultivation. As long as she left seclusion within three years, if she mentioned it slightly, Lin Feng would likely solve this problem for this woman!

Things that a group of Zifu could not do might not be the case for a True Monarch! Li Minggong's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly. Li Jiangqian leaned back and smiled:

"Protector Chen takes great care of her, fearing that she has no good techniques to cultivate. Not only did he send a 【Clear Qi in the River】, but he also found quite good supporting techniques..."

"He said... the techniques of the two are similar, so it is better to give some guidance."

Li Minggong looked at his appearance, smiled helplessly, and shook his head, replying: "Who let our Protector Chen be a warm-hearted person?"

Li Jiangqian smiled: "But Protector Chen also sighed repeatedly that the techniques passed down in the clan were locked by secret techniques, and the method of opening them was lost. I do not know what kind of genius can solve them, which is very regrettable!"

The two decided on the matter, and Li Jiangqian dropped his pen and said:

"It is just that Protector Chen's family gave birth to good babies. Now they are adults, and their talent is quite high. They have already reached Qi Refining and came to the clan to report their Qi. It is his second son, named Chen Jinxi, and a nephew named Chen Jinbao. They are both very good. According to the old master, they are no worse than the An Xuanxin brothers."

Li Minggong was slightly surprised to hear such an evaluation for the first time, nodded and said:

"The Chen family is very low-key... I only know that there are a few such people, but I did not know that they could compare with the two An brothers... Truly good talent!"

Li Jiangqian nodded silently, stroking the jade cup, and replied: "Jiangliang has also reached Qi Refining, and it is just right to match him with a subordinate. The clansmen of the Chen family are all famous capable officials, and it is rare to see any useless ones, which is considered appropriate."

Li Minggong nodded with a smile, and a sense of luck rose in his heart:

'It is only fortunate that Zhou Wei was born, with many descendants. If he were missing, relying only on Xinghan, Zhou Fang, and at most adding Jiangzong and Zhou Da, I am afraid they would not be able to suppress so many geniuses...'

Li Jiangqian did not know what he was thinking and just said casually:

"That Fei Qingyi is still obedient. Now he does not dare to return to the North Bank. He concentrates on his work in the continent day by day, as if he wants to make up for his mistakes. Besides being clumsy in his actions, his attitude is very positive."

Li Minggong sighed and replied:

"Can he not be positive? A group of Fei family members are all looking forward to it, fearing that you are dissatisfied here."

Li Jiangqian sneered and replied:

"This matter is not up to me. The Fei family has luck. Fei Qingyi, Fei Qingyi, Fei Qingya, these three, regardless of whether they are good or bad, at least have continued this breath!"

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Bai Yinzi 【Early Foundation Establishment】

Li Minggong "Zhili Xing" 【Mid Foundation Establishment】

Li Jiangqian "Dali Shu" 【Early Foundation Establishment】

Qu Bushi "Cangna Palace" 【Mid Foundation Establishment】 ===== CHAPTER 839 =====