Chapter 56: Exorcism Order

  What is this? This is a big fat leg fallen from the sky!

  Hear, Lord Zhong! Hear, Grand Preceptor!

  He is a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother of the Zheng Jiao sect, well-versed in Taoist magic and possessing considerable magical powers. He was also the Grand Preceptor of the Shang Dynasty's last ruler, King Zhou of Shang, and one of the most important figures in the three armies of the Shang Dynasty, with a reputation for being a great military leader.

  His master, Jin Lingshengmu, was a beloved disciple of the Upper Clear Sect's leader, and Wen Zhong himself was a man of great justice, with extensive connections among the disciples of the Intercepting Sect. With such a powerful deity as his backing, the Laoshan Sect would later be able to speak loudly in the world of immortal cultivation.

  As for how Xuan Kong guessed Huazhi Xian's identity, it's actually not that difficult once you get down to it.

  Among the 24 Heavenly Kings of the Thunder Department, only three goddesses are Falei Goddess Jin Guang Sheng Mu, Xingyun God Caiyun Xianzi and Zhufeng God Hezhi Xianzi. And among these three goddesses, there is probably only one person with a fragrance of herbs on her body, that is, Hezhi Xianzi who became immortal through the refinement of plants and trees.

  "I just didn't know that the fairy was a plant that had achieved enlightenment, if I had known earlier, that night I would have begged her to give me one of her hairs. No matter what, even if I just held it in my mouth, I could still absorb some of the fairy's spiritual energy."

  Xuan Kong sat in the horse carriage, practicing his breathing exercises, with a mind that had wandered off somewhere unknown.

  That town can't be stayed anymore, and in that town, I don't know how many things have been provoked. Xuan Kong doesn't know his own eight characters, but he's afraid he has some conflicts with the town. Hurriedly taking advantage of the dark clouds in the sky not having dispersed yet, Xuan Kong sent Wang Qi to compensate for the loss of the inn owner and bought a horse carriage that was raised in the store, leaving the city early.

  The inn owner was originally pale with anger, and even if he saw Xuan Kong appearing in the sky, he wouldn't be afraid, still scolding while pointing at his nose. But since Wang Qi took out the silver ticket from his pocket and put it in his hand, his attitude changed, helping to rush around and save a lot of time.

  Wang Qi also sighed, in this mundane world, there are some people who dare to scold even gods to their faces.

  It's a pity that they are all blinded by self-interest and swarming around for the sake of one word "profit".

  Indeed, "the world does not know the goodness of the immortals, only fame and profit are unforgettable." He fell on the axle, singing arias while rubbing his neck, that day he suddenly fainted without knowing what happened in the thunderbolt.

  Go ask Xuan Kong, but the eldest brother only knew to hold a handkerchief and hehe silly smile, don't know if it's being possessed by heart demon or afflicted with external evil.

  Only I, Wang Qi, am carefree, heaven and earth let me roam as I please, yo...... His loud quacking voice was a bit similar to that of Xuan Kong's senior disciple, both were the kind of people who would sing for their lives, not just for money.

  Wang Jun lay on the carriage, watching the clouds change, and felt that he had stuffed his ears with cotton, which also avoided some of Wang Qi's noise pollution.

  The two fine horses in front could no longer bear it, panting and kicking, tossing a small yellow fox that was playing on the horse's back into the air.

  She jumped up and pointed at Wang Qi, gesturing wildly with her hands and feet. Immediately, Wang Qi hung his head in shame and shut his mouth, driving the carriage in silence. To be honest, he was really afraid of this fox spirit, who had set him up with many tricks in just a few short days, causing him to suffer for several days before realizing that he had offended this fox fairy.

  Fortunately, he had also learned the art of horse riding at home. The four horses raised in the store looked lean, but they were actually retired military horses that understood human nature.

  The fox nodded contentedly and sprang into the carriage like lightning.

  In the carriage, only Xuan Kong was meditating. After his trip out of the mountain, his vision had become even more broadened. Although he had a higher starting point and stronger comprehension compared to most people in this world when it came to understanding cultivation, if he were to compare himself with those ancient true cultivators, he didn't even have any decent defensive techniques.

  Moreover, when Wang Jun became his master, he also bestowed upon him the Xianjian sword that had been by his side. At this moment, Xuankong didn't even have a single convenient weapon in hand, and it was indeed a bit too embarrassing.

  Xuán Kōng was thinking of reforging a new sword for himself and was considering how to start.

  Although there are also methods for refining artifacts in this world, most of them extract the original essence from some heavenly materials and treasures to form a shape. Just like the immortal sword that was given to Wang Jun, it was taken out by Qingtong Jun after seeing the afterglow of Weiyu Mountain, driving the cloud forward, from a piece of pre-heavenly golden essence.

  It was originally a sword-like object, and Qingtong Jun's approach was to merge it with his own heart and mind, slowly nourishing it with his true yuan.

  After hundreds of years, it became the present-day Xianjian.

  The method of refining the treasure is indeed formidable, and before the Great Tribulation of the Sealed Gods, the immortals with treasures and those without were completely on different levels of combat. However, this refinement technique also has a flaw - it takes too long to cultivate and cannot be sustained for a prolonged period.

  Now, countless years have passed since Pangu opened up the sky and earth. A bit of the primordial essence has transformed into the pre-heavenly essence, and a bit of the pre-heavenly essence is slowly being assimilated by the external world to become post-heavenly spiritual objects.

  In the present three realms, the thirty-three heavens of the immortal realm are transformed from the chaotic clear energy, gradually returning to calm spiritual energy and tending towards stability.

  However, the acquired spiritual objects in the mortal world are still undergoing devolution and will eventually become like the world of Xuan Kong's predecessor, leaving no spiritual energy behind and turning into acquired dead objects. At that time, where can the disciples who have just entered the sect go to find the innate essence to refine their magical treasures?

  For a great sage of ancient times, this is not a problem. In any god's cave, good things are all piled up like a basket full.

  However, for Xuan Kong who wants to open up the vast door of the Cui Shan Sect, he has to think of a stable path to leave for future disciples. But thinking about it now, I'm sure that in today's immortal sects, they've also discovered this problem, just like last time when the elder Deng Lizi of the Cuifeng Sect was robbed by me.

  The Ghost-Driving Command in his hand was a typical acquired refinement, but it was unknown what kind of immortal method the ancient great saint Guang Chengzi had passed down to let the Kongtong Sect take a big step forward on this path.

  This treasure is related to the core of the Kunlun Sect, otherwise it wouldn't have fallen into Xuan Kong's hands and made Deng Li Zi surrender without daring to speak.

  Xuan Kong thought of this, and he coldly smiled twice with his eyes closed, stretching out both hands. Recalling the feeling of holding the Ghost-Driving Demon-Exorcising Order at that time, he weighed it left and right, and in his heart, he already understood, thoroughly grasping what kind of mystical void the Kunlun School was playing with.

  This method is difficult for others to guess, but for Xuan Kong who came from the information explosion of the previous life's internet era, it's simply not worth mentioning. It's just finding many acquired metals and compressing and refining them to achieve a kind of quantitative change accumulation into qualitative change effect.

  Xuán Kōng grasped the Demon-Expelling Edict in his hand and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that it was indeed written for those cultivators.

  A small token can't weigh several thousand catties, right? Probably no metal in this world has such a density, or if it does, it wouldn't be extravagant enough to fall into the hands of an ordinary mortal's small sect, and yet be refined into five tokens that form a small array.

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