A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch

Chapter 430 - 259: Five Emperors, Four Rebels, Three

The request is undoubtedly significant!

"Only two things. Firstly, I wish to ask the Duke and Grand General Zhao to grant me noble status and a fortune of ample spiritual energy;

Secondly, I want the Lady to swiftly find a residence for me in the County City, with outstanding Daoist aptitude, no older than fifteen, and a birth date that fits the Wood element."

Mao Yichang was straightforward and did not beat around the bush.

"To be fair, Master Mao is not asking for too much."

Zhu Mingyu considered deeply, for the Duke governs the Six Commanderies of Tianshui, wielding power far greater than the Dragon Court, and even the Daoist Officials rely on his influence.

Bestowing nobility and fortune is merely a matter of drafting a memorial. His Highness Prince Sui, having just ascended the throne, will surely show favor.

As for the residence... among the numerous students of the Daoist School, suitable ones can surely be selected.

"An eight-inch Withered Revive Wood, along with other longevity treasure medicine, is enough to extend the Duke’s life by another eight years.

Generally, items that extend life are effective only a few times, ranging from three to five, or eight to nine.

The Duke likely has one or two chances remaining. Something like a ’Bright Flower Pill’, ’Nine Revolutions Rejuvenation Liquid’, or ’Twin Flowing Pearl Flowers’ lasts merely ten years.

Even if the Lead and Mercury Daoist spends years crafting a furnace, it’s hard to reach half a century.

This piece of Withered Revive Wood restores youth, turning white hair to black without consequences, extending life by eight years. The Lady should know its value."

Mao Yichang was confident, for people like him, who have rolled between life and death as Daoist Cultivators, understand the rarity of "lifespan."

The Supreme Emperor of Dragon Court, who wields dominion over the Red County Divine Land’s vast territory, still exhausts all efforts to extend life. How could Duke Erzhu, who has been secluded in the Grotto Heaven for years, not desire the same?

Even these Divine Power Giants close to the pinnacle seek to gamble for eternal life!

Lifespan is more important than anything!

"Since Master Mao’s Withered Revive Wood is yet to mature, allow me to inform the Grand General for his decision."

Zhu Mingyu blinked and did not hastily agree.

"Do as you please, Lady. The Withered Revive Wood needs half a day to fully mature, with death energy dissipated and life energy condensed, it must be picked immediately, not allowing a single mistake."

Mao Yichang slightly bowed, respectfully seeing Zhu Mingyu off.

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"This ghostly place feels spooky, like an enormous burial mound."

Bai Qi’s flesh tingled with a biting chill, requiring constant circulation of Qi and Blood Power quickly through his limbs and body. Within half an hour, his hands and feet would stiffen, even with the experience of having exchanged blood ten times, achieving Second Training Great Success. A regular Martial Artist would find it even harder to endure.

"He Mountain Dao, even in its fallen state, was notorious, with sixty-seven evil methods, all using Soul and Flesh. During the millennial turmoil, they would frequently massacre cities, constructing Jingguan to refine techniques."

"Ah Qi, do you know Mangyang Mountain? It is reputed as a dead land where no trace of humanity remains, formed by a Ghost Immortal of He Mountain Dao, who cultivated the Seven Kills Primordial Spirit there."

After entering the Inner Scenic Land, Chen Xing scattered some incense ash to carefully conceal the living aura of himself and his disciple, preventing the wrathful ghosts from being alerted.

"Mangyang Mountain came to be in this way, no wonder mentions of Daoism downfall in books are filled with melancholy and anguish."

"Frequent massacres to practice Daoist Skills, illustrating what kind of life the common folk led."

Bai Qi clicked his tongue, then thought of something and looked at the Master:

"They say Mangyang Mountain is still filled with intense fire energy, forming more than a dozen lava caves, making it a place for practicing Fire Dao Techniques and gathering Qi, entirely different from the past, shrouded in dark clouds with mountains of bones."

Chen Xing spoke with a casual tone:

"That Ghost Immortal who cultivated the Seven Kills Primordial Spirit was soon slain by another, not only crushing the Lifebound Primordial Spirit but also causing a hundred-mile area to collapse, leading to the tales of Mangyang Mountain and Ten Thousand Flames Island."

Yikes, how fierce!

Given Bai Qi’s current perspective, it’s hard to imagine what kind of Daoist Skill could change the terrain of a hundred-mile radius with a single strike.

After all, he has never personally witnessed the existence of the Divine Power Secret Realm, let alone two giants battling.

"Such heavy death energy."

Bai Qi used the Qi Observation Skill he learned from Qi Yan, discovering that the Inner Scenic Land was like ink clouds looming dense and thick, devoid of life.

He embedded the Nanming Li Fire into his brow, for this divine weapon shone like a bright torch, drawing too much attention.

Since the Master sneaked through the Void Gate, surely with the intent of ambushing quietly.

Else, he would have boldly led me through directly.

"Master likes surprise attacks, seems to have learned from the Master, indeed a passing torch."

Bai Qi pondered, glancing around, noticing the heavy cloud-like layers of death energy converging towards a certain direction:

"Master, shall I head forward to explore?"

Chen Xing gestured, summoned Chen Yin again, allowed him to calculate carefully, then a knowing expression appeared in his eyes:

"So, the Mao Family secretly nurtures Life-extending Treasures, extreme death to rebirth, thus rejuvenating, how intriguing.

This kind of treasure does not emerge early or late, but coincidentally matures as we arrive. Ah Qi, this is fate, suggesting this object is destined for us!"

Bai Qi twitched at the corner of his eye, although he did not know what kind of treasure the Master spoke of, the words were indeed typical of Tongwen Hall.

Hence, he immediately nodded:

"Master, insightful!"

Chen Xing clapped and laughed, he did not expect this trip to yield unexpected rewards, immediately eager to stride forward, ready to use fists to scatter the now Dao Skill Fourth Realm Divine Soul and seize that piece of Withered Revive Wood.