In the boundless mortal world, apart from some small realms, there are five major regions, the Wind God Continent, the Desolate Moon Continent, the Lost Continent, the Green Continent, and the North Ice Continent. The five major regions are all vast and boundless, and few people can leave their own continent in their lifetime.
One reason is that each regional continent is too vast, so large that it is unimaginable, and there are hundreds of millions of miles of unknown dangerous places and insurmountable space barriers between two adjacent regional continents. This is also the reason why each continent cannot invade each other.
Those unknown dangerous places may be lifeless barren lands, endless primeval forests filled with miasma, scorching deserts where high temperatures can burn everything, or vast snowfields frozen for thousands of miles.
At the same time, there are countless second- and third-level ferocious beasts in these dangerous places, and there are even fourth-level high-level prehistoric ferocious beasts living deep in them. It is a pipe dream to want to cross the two regional continents.
But nothing is absolute. There is a kind of people who still have the hope of crossing the regional continent, and that is the immortal cultivator, but they must be high-level immortal cultivators.
When cultivators reach the Nascent Soul stage, they have the great ability to move rivers and fill the sea, but even so they are not absolutely sure of being able to cross the two continents.
The reason is that the distance between the dangerous places in the region and the continent is too vast, and there are unknown dangers. The fourth-order prehistoric beasts are equivalent to the human Nascent Soul stage. How many can one person defeat
In the Desolate Moon Continent, since the ancient times, powerful beings from the immortal world have broken through the void and come here, and have gradually spread out and expanded. Over the past hundreds of millions of years, there have been many sects of all sizes.
Some gradually grow and become stronger, while others slowly disappear in the long river of history. The big eat the small, the strong swallow the weak, and there are ups and downs, prosperity and decline.
In the Wild Moon Continent, there are thousands of sects, large and small, which can be roughly divided into: second-rate sects, third-rate sects, second-rate sects, first-rate sects, and top-level sects.
The second-rate and third-rate sects have hundreds of people at most, and as few as two or three cats and dogs. The highest cultivation level is no more than one or two Foundation Establishment cultivators, or even the entire sect is composed of only Qi Condensation cultivators.
Second-rate sects often have thousands or even tens of thousands of cultivators, and there are several or even dozens of high-level Jindan-stage cultivators in each sect. This type of sect is the most important middle-level force in the world of immortal cultivation.
A first-rate sect already has a Nascent Soul ancestor in charge, who is feared and powerful by all.
There are only four top sects on this continent. They divide the continent into four major regions and control the fate of the continent.
Whether it is the establishment and change of dynasties among mortals, or the division of resources and level of sects in the world of immortals, these four factions are in charge.
They are: Taixuan Sect, Pure Land Sect, Shibuyuan, and Wuliang Sect.
The Taixuan Sect believes in the Taoist Three Pure Ones, the Pure Land Sect incarnates the Buddhist Arhats, the Ten-Step Courtyard Flying Sword can travel a thousand miles, and the Wangliang Sect is good at driving out poisonous insects and killing openly and secretly.
Each of the four major sects is guarded by several Nascent Soul monsters who have practiced for thousands of years. Their combat power is terrifying, they have tens of thousands of disciples, and the sect's foundation is extremely deep.
These four major sects rarely walk around in the human world. Perhaps they will only come out in droves when rare treasures are born or a catastrophe strikes. Usually, they either practice meditation behind closed doors or explore unknown and dangerous places in search of opportunities and the pursuit of immortality.
In the west-central part of the Wild Moon Continent, the rolling mountains are covered with dense vegetation. Giant trees are lush and towering into the sky, with treetops blocking out the sun, layer upon layer, endless.
The Wuliang Sect, one of the four major sects, is located here. It is composed of five peaks in the shape of a "mountain", with four peaks side by side, two peaks on one side, and the last peak in the middle and at the back. The buildings on each peak basically face south and back to the north.
Each peak covers a vast area and towers into the clouds. The two peaks side by side on the west are called "Xiaozhu Peak" and "Buli Peak"; the two peaks side by side on the east are called "Sixiang Peak" and "Lingchong Peak"; the peak in the back and center is called "Laojun Peak".
At this time, cranes and spirit birds were circling and dancing on the Laojun Peak from time to time, and the jade buildings, carved railings, pavilions, and running water were filled with mist, with winding paths leading to the place shrouded in mist.
Inside the huge palace on top of Laojun Peak, more than a dozen people were sitting in two rows and talking.
There was a person sitting in the middle of the palace at the top. He was about seven feet tall, with long eyebrows and broad eyes. His face was pale and solemn. Occasionally, there was a flash of brilliance in his eyes. He was about fifty years old and dressed like a Taoist priest.
Her black hair was tied up in a bun, with a jade hairpin holding it in place, and a whisk hung diagonally on her arm.
A dozen people sat in two rows below them, some were tall, some were short, some were fat, some were thin, some were ugly, some were handsome, some were male, some were female, they were all wearing long dark green robes, and when you look closely, you can see that the cuffs were embroidered with golden patterns that were either the same or different.
"That's it for this five-year competition. The rewards for the top ten will be distributed this afternoon."
The old man dressed as a Taoist priest in the middle of the seat flicked his sleeves, picked up the whisk hanging diagonally on his other arm, waved it gently, and began to speak.
As he flicked his sleeves, a golden pattern embroidered on the shape of a tripod was revealed. On the tripod was a ferocious beast with its huge mouth looking up to the sky. Upon seeing it, people felt that it was quite inconsistent with his appearance as a Taoist priest.
"Yes, Master!"
The people in the two rows below responded in unison.
"Among the top ten this time, only four people from Junior Brother Wei's Xiaozhu Peak participated, and two of them won places. Compared with our disciples who often have dozens or even hundreds of people participating, it's really embarrassing."
At this time, a scholar with a long beard and about thirty years old smiled and said to the person opposite him. The scholar had a face as white as jade, narrow eyes, and wore a scholar's hat on his head. There was a golden snake-shaped object embroidered on his cuffs, which looked like an open mouth with fangs.
With his sleeves rolling up, he looked like a living creature walking, and his fangs seemed to be constantly opening and closing. This person was none other than the blue-robed scholar who had ordered the capture of Military Advisor Ji some time ago.
The person he was looking at was sitting opposite him, at the lower seat. That person was about seven feet tall, slightly fat, wearing a scholar's scarf on his head. He had a pair of pure and bright eyes under his thick eyebrows, thick lips and no beard. He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
It gives people a feeling of purity and harmony, but there is a piece of golden bamboo embroidered on the cuffs. At this moment, a smile is hanging on her round face as she looks at the scholar.
After the Confucian scholar finished speaking, some other people also nodded.
A woman in her forties smiled sweetly after hearing this.
"Brother Feng is right. Junior Brother is always like this. How can I discipline all the disciples?"
With every frown and smile, her beautiful eyes looked around, her face was full of rippling water, she was truly full of charm. The dark green robe did not seem too big on her, but instead highlighted her curvy figure.
As she spoke, her round and plump body swayed slightly, and the white and smooth light at the neckline flashed from time to time, spreading her charm.
Suddenly, many people in the room lowered their heads or turned their heads, cursing in their hearts.
"You damn witch, just talk, what kind of seductive magic are you using?" The solemn-looking old Taoist at the head was also a little embarrassed. His junior sister didn't care about the occasion and was always trying to be charming as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Brother Wei, you have nothing to do every day, so why don't you just accept disciples? We have thousands of people in each peak."
Another dark and sturdy man with a golden compass embroidered on his sleeve spoke.
"Brother Wei, if everyone behaves like you, my Wuliang Sect will be left with only a few cats and dogs in a thousand years."
A plain-looking woman with an expression of unmelting ice between her eyebrows looked at the plump young man with a gloomy expression. On her cuffs were embroidered two tiny insects hugging each other tightly, which looked even weird.
Looking at the people below criticizing the slightly plump young man, the solemn-looking old Taoist at the top half-closed his eyes and thought to himself.
"Brother Wei, this happens every time after a big or small competition. Can't you take the initiative to shoulder the important responsibilities of the sect? You are the only one who has the least time among the brothers. You don't ask about anything, but you make us exhausted. You also have a share in this sect."
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
After a round of discussion, someone spoke, while others stood by, either twirling their beards and smiling, or watching in silence with squinted eyes. When others, who were called Junior Brother Wei, talked about him, he did not get angry. He waited until everyone had finished speaking before he smiled and spoke.
“Hehehe… Fellow brothers and elders, it has been more than two hundred years since I became an elixir, and you still hold on to me. I am the last one to join, and my lazy nature makes it impossible for me to be diligent.
When my master gave Xiaozhu Peak to me, I didn't want to accept it, but he forced it on me. I started by recruiting disciples just like the other four peaks.
But in the end, all those disciples joined your four peaks, leaving only a few behind. I really don’t know how to manage them.”
As he said this, he spread his hands.
"Didn't we send elders to help you manage the affairs? In the end, even several elders were unwilling to go. You should at least ask the elders who were sent over.
You, on the other hand, have been in seclusion with your Taoist companion for more than ten or twenty years without asking anything. The elders also need to practice, so how can you not ask anything?"
Someone started to complain.
"Haha, I have handed over the affairs of Xiaozhu Peak to my eldest disciple. For competitions like these and ranking tournaments, we have to select contestants from hundreds or thousands of people. Just thinking about all those people gives me a headache."
Junior Brother Wei looked reluctant, then he paused and his face became serious.
"By the way, Senior Brother Feng, I heard yesterday that the Law Enforcement Hall of 'Spirit Insect Peak' brought back a person. Is it really the 'Dismembered Poison Body'? This is an extraordinary thing."
The scholar with a golden snake embroidered on his sleeves suddenly looked unhappy. This involved something that their mountain did not want to mention, and it had been a thorn in their side for the past few years.
Although the traitor is dead, the sect still suffered a great loss of face. This is the first time that the original skills have been stolen in the sect's history.
The old Taoist with a solemn expression sighed in his heart when he heard this.
"Junior Brother Wei has changed the subject again. His lazy nature is frustrating."
However, after hearing what Junior Brother Wei said, he turned to look at the Confucian scholar.
"Junior Brother Feng, yesterday we were talking about the competition, and we heard that the boy we brought back was dying and needed treatment, so we didn't ask at that time. Is there really such a thing as 'dismembered poisonous body' as Junior Brother Wei said?"
When the others saw that the head brother had also asked about him, and knew that Junior Brother Wei's matter had come to nothing, they all smiled and shook their heads.
What I just said was just a casual remark. It has been more than two hundred years now. If Xiao Zhufeng wanted to change, he would have done so long ago. I just wanted to scold this lazy and gentle junior brother.
They all looked at the Confucian scholar named Feng. Feng tapped the armrest of the chair with his slender fingers a few times, as if he was organizing his words.
“It’s been twenty years since Lian Shan defected from the peak. We have been sending people out to search for him, but it wasn’t until last year that we got any trace of him.
After he defected from the peak, he should have been looking for other immortal connections and entered a cave dwelling of a Jindan-stage cultivator in his previous life. However, Lian Shan was destined to be deprived of this connection and was injured by the cave protection formation. When he escaped, he died outside the cave.
His storage bag was also shattered, and the items inside were destroyed and scattered, but no fragments of the jade slips or books of his sect's skills were found. Therefore, it was judged that the skills were not damaged and might have been obtained by someone else.
Later, after exploring the area around the cave, he learned from some independent cultivators that the technique might have been obtained by someone from the "Xunxian lineage".
I'm sure you are all familiar with the type of people who are seeking immortality. They spend their entire lives pursuing the path to becoming an immortal, and they dare to practice any immortal technique from any sect.
Therefore, the Law Enforcement Hall started with the medicinal materials needed to get started with the exercises, and finally found the territory of the dynasty a million miles away, where they found a military advisor in the border army who might have practiced my sect's exercises.
Because it involves some agreements between us and mortals, the Law Enforcement Hall has to proceed with caution. After some investigation, it was finally confirmed that this person had indeed purchased some of the medicinal materials needed for entry.
Judging from his usual appearance, there should be fire poison in that person's body. Maybe he started to practice forcefully when he ran out of medicinal materials.
The reason why he came to the army again can be deduced from the fact that he accepted disciples in the army. He didn't know how he got the soul-absorbing technique, and it might be a crazy idea that he wanted to use this method to eliminate the fire poison in his body.
But his magic power was low, so he looked for people with spiritual roots in the army. But this person was also very lucky. He found two mortals with spiritual roots one after another, and both of them had wood attributes. "
Speaking of this, the Confucian scholar couldn't help but sigh.
"When we recruit disciples from mortals, we have to spend a lot of effort to find people with spiritual roots, but he has found them one after another. He is really lucky."
After hearing this, the others all nodded.