Pei Tu Gou
Chapter 606 White Jade Capital in the Sky
Hoo-hoo~
A gentle breeze blew, and the wheat waves rolled across thousands of miles of spiritual fields.
Tens of thousands of farmers walked among the fields, carefully tending to the spiritual crops.
The heavens and earth were vast, and within a single day, all four seasons existed simultaneously. In the frigid winter of the Tian Ding Kingdom, the Chi Yan Dynasty, eight hundred thousand miles away, was experiencing the blazing heat of summer.
In a thatched hut in the center of the spiritual fields, Lan Shui Xian slowly opened his eyes and walked outside.
Not far away, Mo Bao Bao was reprimanding the outer disciples managing the spiritual fields.
"You loaf around all day, while others diligently cultivate the spiritual fields, and you still have the gall to whip them?"
Mo Bao Bao stood with his hands on his hips, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Before him, a large group of disciples trembled, not daring to argue.
After losing the Sumeru Gold Mountain, even with his special status, Mo Bao Bao had been demoted from the mountain gate and, together with Lan Shui Xian, was inspecting the many spiritual fields under the jurisdiction of the Taiyi Sect within the thirteen great dynasties.
"Senior Brother Mo, you've wronged us!"
A Taiyi Sect disciple repeatedly cried out in grievance, "That lowly commoner damaged a spiritual seedling. If I don't punish them, how can I maintain order?"
"Damaged a spiritual seedling? The resilience of a spiritual seedling is greater than ordinary weapons. Even the spiritual grass in the fields requires specialized magical tools to handle. Where would they get the ability to damage a spiritual seedling?"
Mo Bao Bao sneered, "I've long heard that you disciples guarding the spiritual fields deliberately damage spiritual seedlings to line your own pockets and then blame it on these mortals?"
Mo Bao Bao coldly swept over the group of outer disciples, "If I find out, you can just wait to die! Now get out!"
The group of outer disciples scrambled away, not daring to linger.
"Bao Bao."
Lan Shui Xian gazed into the distance at the thousands of miles of spiritual fields, his nostrils filled with the fragrance of the spiritual seedlings, "Water that is too pure has no fish. There's no need to be too harsh. As long as they don't arbitrarily whip these farmers, there's no need to be too fussy about the rest."
"How can that be?"
Mo Bao Bao retorted, "These spiritual fields concern tens of thousands of disciples of our Taiyi Sect. How can we be careless?"
"Spiritual fields are like treasure mountains. Those who guard treasure mountains inevitably have their hearts swayed. The chief culprits can be killed, but not everyone can be killed."
Lan Shui Xian took a deep breath, his entire body clear and bright:
"Some people don't necessarily want to harm the sect's interests, but once they join the management of the spiritual fields, they have no choice but to do so. It seems like a small matter, but we can't be too hasty.
Killing is permissible, but indiscriminate killing is not."
Since the battle in Tianjiao City, he had not chosen to cultivate quietly in the mountains, but had instead chosen to enter the world, using the duty of inspecting the spiritual fields as an excuse to travel through the mortal realm.
"Forget it, forget it, Senior Brother, you can manage it yourself."
Mo Bao Bao shook his head, too lazy to bother. He was originally impatient with managing these things. If he hadn't seen that disciple whipping a farmer, he wouldn't have bothered.
"You're not young anymore; you need to calm your mind."
Lan Shui Xian glanced at Mo Bao Bao.
Mo Bao Bao's aptitude was absolutely top-notch. The natural treasures he had obtained in his mother's womb during those five years had already surpassed what many people see in their entire lives. He was born with his bloodline awakened.
It was only because his father feared that he would have things too easy that he sealed his bloodline. Otherwise, his cultivation might already be above his own.
"Senior Brother Lan, you're one to talk. Have you calmed your own mind?"
Mo Bao Bao rolled his eyes.
He knew that since the battle on the Zhuwang Terrace in Tianjiao City, Lan Shui Xian's mind had been somewhat disturbed. In his father's words, his mind had been captivated.
Lan Shui Xian was stunned, then nodded, "You're not entirely wrong. My heart is indeed not calm."
"Senior Brother Lan, I didn't mean it."
Mo Bao Bao regretted saying it as soon as the words left his mouth, and he hurriedly tried to comfort him.
Before Lan Shui Xian could speak, a thunderous roar echoed from the sky.
Boom!
It was as if thousands of thunderclaps exploded simultaneously, and a vast, mighty aura swept across thousands of miles of sky.
The resulting gale howled, and the earth was filled with flying sand and stones. The formations above the spiritual fields were immediately activated, colliding and clashing with the surging aura.
Bursts of shock clouds erupted one after another.
"This is..."
Lan Shui Xian gazed into the distance at the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly, "The Butian Battle Art?"
Mo Bao Bao was also startled.
Looking up, he saw a figure tearing through the void as the layers of clouds exploded, traversing with extreme speed.
Wherever he passed, the void trembled violently, the aura surged like a tide, and the sonic waves exploded like thunder, audible for thousands of miles.
He had seen similar scenes before, during the battle in Tianjiao City when Yuan Yang Dao Ren suppressed Qian Shisi.
"Shattering the Void!"
Mo Bao Bao gaped, it was actually a powerhouse who had shattered the void!
Who could it be, who could drive a Shattering the Void expert to flee in such a disheveled state?
But the next moment, a torrent of starlight spanning the sky and covering everything appeared, and a roar that echoed revealed his doubts.
It was a furious, drawn-out cry:
"Yuan Yang Dao Ren!"
Boom!
The starlight pierced through the air, leaving behind a vacuum channel in the sky that could not be healed for a long time.
As the voice shook the heavens,
A figure strode from afar. He was draped in starlight, his steps like those of an ancient saint, his blood energy vast. With each step, it was as if stars were rolling, his aura extremely astonishing.
"Yuan Yang Dao Ren!"
Lan Shui Xian, Mo Bao Bao, and even the many Taiyi Sect disciples throughout the spiritual fields were all shocked.
Looking at the figure striding through the sky, their expressions were filled with awe.
The battle in Tianjiao City was only a hundred days ago, yet this man was already taking action again, wanting to suppress another sect leader-level existence?
"Lan Shui Xian?"
In the sky, An Qi Sheng strode unhurriedly, his gaze sweeping over and already seeing Lan Shui Xian and the others in the spiritual fields.
However, he did not stop, still chasing unhurriedly.
"Yuan Yang Dao Ren!"
Amidst the ripples of the void like waves, Zhang Wu Ji coughed up blood as he fled, his face extremely unsightly:
"A hundred years of cultivation, yet he's so powerful?"
Feeling the vast aura behind him, Zhang Wu Ji gritted his teeth slightly.
In that battle, having lost the initiative, he was overwhelmed by the great array of divine powers formed by the twenty-four cave heavens, undoubtedly suffering a great loss.
An Qi Sheng did not conceal his purpose, and Zhang Wu Ji naturally knew his intentions, but whether he was willing or not, he could only follow An Qi Sheng's will.
Only in this way was there a glimmer of hope, otherwise, he might fall into obscurity as soon as he arrived in Dongzhou.
Knowing the enemy's purpose, yet having to flee, having to retreat!
......
One million two hundred thousand miles northwest of Tianding, there is a Yangtze River that comes from the west.
The river water surges like a great dragon galloping, flowing mightily towards the East Sea, crossing many countries along the way, irrigating countless fields on both sides, and feeding countless people.
To the left of the great river, there is a mountain range winding, where the mountains are majestic, and the mountain ranges are like giant dragons coiling, intertwined with each other.
Forming a huge soaring dragon land.
The great river flows in front of the mountain, just like a giant dragon lowering its head to drink water.
But if you look closely, you can see that this is not a mountain range, but a majestic city.
This city is towering, with mountains as its bones, the earth as its foundation, and millions of spiritual plants and vegetation as embellishments.
It seems that there is no trace of artificiality, and it is completely natural.
The majestic city like a mountain is bustling with people, and the outside is heavily guarded. Countless soldiers guard this majestic city, each with strong blood energy, and they are all cultivators.
And the city is bustling with people, coming and going, and many shops are in good order, but there is not a single ordinary person in the middle.
This city, named 'Bai Yu Jing', is the 'immortal city' in the eyes of countless mortals around it, and also the most famous 'fangshi' in Dongzhou.
Over hundreds of thousands of years, it has gradually become a gathering place for many casual cultivators, large and small sects, and it is one of the fourteen most famous 'fangshi' in Zhongzhou.
And except for this 'Bai Yu Jing', the other thirteen 'fangshi' belong to the top ten sects and the three holy places.
Although 'Bai Yu Jing' is not as large in scale as the thirteen 'fangshi', because it does not belong to the top ten sects and the three holy places, it attracts countless casual cultivators and monks from large and small sects to gather here.
Between vaguely, it has the momentum to overwhelm the thirteen 'fangshi'.
And what makes many people wonder is that even so, it has not ushered in the suppression of the sect holy land, it seems that there is another big force behind this city.
"Bai Yu Jing, finally here."
The river flowed down, a huge boat docked on the river bank, a group of people stepped off the boat, and looked at the majestic city like a mountain, they couldn't help but sigh:
"It is said that Tianjiao City is the first city in Dongzhou, but that is just a city for mortals, compared to Bai Yu Jing, it is far inferior."
A giant city formed by mountains and rivers stretching for thousands or tens of thousands of miles, how magnificent it is. From thousands of feet away, a vast and majestic aura has already come.
A group of small monks marveled, yearned, and respected as they headed towards Bai Yu Jing.
Hoo-hoo~
The airflow is strong, and the wind blows the clouds away.
The Ling Tian Sect Master stood with his hands behind his back on the city wall, looking at the prosperous scene inside and outside the city, and said lightly: "The Butian Pavilion is really capable, my Ling Tian Sect's fangshi is far inferior."
Turning tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into a city is naturally not a remarkable method.
The fangshi of the various sects and holy lands are more magnificent and larger than this, and earlier, but they are still vaguely being surpassed by 'Bai Yu Jing', which was established only tens of thousands of years ago.
"The holy land holds the power, and the sect governs the countries, but where would they care about these small profits?"
A handsome young man in white, standing barefoot on the city head, responded lightly:
"Sect Master came here, not to compete with me for profit, right?"
"Naturally not."
The Ling Tian Sect Master turned his head to look at the young man in white, his eyes freezing: "Pavilion Master, don't you know what I mean by coming here?"
"The real person is here, why guess?"
The young man in white smiled lightly: "I know the purpose of the Sect Master's visit, but this matter is already impossible. Killing a sect leader-level powerhouse may be possible, but it is not worth the loss."
The Ling Tian Sect Master narrowed his eyes slightly: "Eleven marquis-sealing spiritual treasures, is that not enough?"
"As far as I know, that Yuan Yang Dao Ren has fourteen marquis-sealing spiritual treasures in his hands. It seems that the Sect Master has already taken the three from his own family into his pocket?"
The young man in white smiled dumbly, not caring about the Ling Tian Sect Master's gaze at all, just shaking his head:
"If so, why would my Butian Pavilion cooperate with you?"
The Ling Tian Sect Master stared at the young man in white for a long time before speaking: "The fourteen marquis-sealing spiritual treasures belong to you, and I will also give three million Dongtian Pills and three million Vacuum Pills, ten incomplete Dongtian, three Huojin Vines, six taels of Longxue Soil..."
The Ling Tian Sect Master promised.
One by one, words that would shock and make countless monks greedy were uttered from his mouth, but they did not cause any fluctuations on the young man in white's face.
"Not enough."
It wasn't until the Ling Tian Sect Master closed his mouth that the young man in white shook his head: "In addition to this, I also want three taels of 'Bodhi Leaves', and you have to take action together!"
"Bodhi Leaves?"
The Ling Tian Sect Master's face twitched, and his eyes sank: "In that case, I want to take back the three marquis-sealing spiritual treasures that belong to my Ling Tian Sect!"
Bodhi leaves are leaves from the evergreen spirit root 'Bodhi Tree'. With the disappearance of the evergreen spirit root, the Bodhi leaves between heaven and earth are ten times rarer than marquis-sealing spiritual treasures.
The value is so high that it would make the sect leaders of the top ten sects and the holy masters of the three holy places feel pain.
"Deal!"
The young man in white's eyes lit up, and he agreed readily, as if these three taels of 'Bodhi Leaves' were more precious than the three marquis-sealing spiritual treasures!
"In that case, Brother Lin, come out too!"
The Ling Tian Sect Master's expression was indifferent, but his eyes swept over, falling into the clouds somewhere in the sky.
"Haha, I can't hide it from you, Brother."
With an old laugh.
An old man with a strong and majestic figure like a mountain has already landed on the city head, his beard and hair are all white, and his eyes are like fire.
The breath is extremely powerful and majestic.
"The Pavilion Master sells goods to both sides, and earns a lot of money."
The old man shook his head slightly, but his smile suddenly faded, and he said lightly: "I hope, the Butian Pavilion is worth this price, and can save the Sect Master of this sect!"
"That's natural."
The Pavilion Master of Butian Pavilion's eyes were dark: "The two of you are so generous, and I will not disappoint the two of you. To be honest, for this person, I have invited two great experts from Zhongzhou and Longzhou, who will definitely be able to kill..."
Boom!
Before the Pavilion Master of Butian Pavilion could finish his words, the three people's expressions changed at the same time, and they raised their eyebrows to look into the distance.
I saw thousands of miles of clouds exploding, and the vast starlight came rolling like the Milky Way.
A figure came through the air, blood spilled for thousands of miles, and across tens of thousands of miles of void, he had already issued a short and urgent cry for help:
"Senior brother, save me!"