Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 160 Gathering

Wusheng Temple.

The many magical lights that once enveloped the temple have become much sparser, and most of the butter lamps that were frequently offered have gone out.

It seems rather deserted.

"The Kitchen God Cult and other Taoist factions like the Tie family are developing very quickly..."

"Now, they have occupied ninety percent of Xituo County, completely surrounding our territory..."

Miao Shan clutched a scroll, her face full of worry: "After the Zeng family was destroyed, my Daoist sect didn't even have a single outside help..."

She walked through the courtyard, where the number of monks had obviously decreased, and arrived at the underground palace, where Sangji was in seclusion.

Miaofeng Mingzi looked much older, staring blankly at the black soil that had accumulated on the ground.

Miao Shan's breathing suddenly quickened.

"He's lost...he's going to lose..."

"Master is about to pass away..."

Miao Feng's face was a mixture of crying and laughing. She huddled in a corner like a dog, whimpering, "He...he's going to die..."

"More than twenty years have passed..."

The sutra in Miaoshan's hand fell to the ground, her expression one of utter despair: "Miaofeng... Wusheng Temple still needs you to hold it together!"

"Haha... When our master passes away, we'll be nothing but pawns! Just pawns!"

"What White Bone Path? What millions of believers, tens of millions of people... they are all just dishes on someone else's table! They are just waiting for the entire temple to be destroyed!" Miao Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and under his monk's robe, there were bulges that looked like little mice running around.

"Eliminate!"

When Miao Shui Mingfei arrived and saw this scene, she was immediately horrified. Together with Miao Shan, they chanted secret incantations and barely managed to suppress Miao Feng's signs of transformation. Just then, a deep voice resounded throughout Wusheng Temple:

"The decree from the Purple Palace of the Xuantu Sect is here; where are the monks of the Wusheng Temple?"

"here we go again!"

Miao Feng dusted off his monk's robe, his expression becoming calmer: "Let's go take a look together..."

Miaofeng, Miaoshui, Miaoshan, and Qingjing flew into the air and saw a huge flying boat.

This flying boat is entirely earthen yellow, majestic and tall, with many pavilions and towers built on its deck, making it look exceptionally grand.

"The Xuan Tu Sect? Your sect isn't the Purple Mansion Immortal Sect from the neighboring prefecture. Why have you come to Xi Tuo?"

Miao Feng said loudly, "Our Secret Realm has an agreement with Moyun Cliff."

"That's natural."

A beam of light descended from the earthen-yellow flying boat, revealing a middle-aged man in a yellow Taoist robe. He had bronze skin, thin eyebrows, and large eyes, and smiled, saying, "Before Master Sangji passed away, my Xuantu Sect did not want an inch of land in Xituo County... We have come here this time with good news for you masters."

A token appeared in his hand, its surface radiant and its rays of light seemingly weighing a thousand pounds, causing Miao Feng and the other Mingzi to involuntarily bow. This was the power of the Purple Mansion's divine abilities!

"The True Man of Xuan Tu has decreed that the Wusheng Temple shall produce a Daoist foundation for [the lady], to be at his disposal!"

The man in the khaki Taoist robe spoke in a loud voice.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

Miao Feng roared, "How dare you forcibly summon the Brahma Child?!"

"So what if we force them to come?"

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe laughed. He was a trusted confidant of the true master and knew that Sangji, the White Bone Daoist, would not be able to break through in seclusion.

After losing this bet, the monk was unable to cross the sea to the east. Was he still afraid of the other party?

Previously, Wusheng Temple forcefully entered Xituo and occupied a prefecture, naturally offending all the surrounding Zifu forces.

They dared not act recklessly, only out of fear of the hidden power.

Now that the bigwigs have revealed the agreement between the two sides, White Bone Path is already a dead tiger, so naturally they must be beaten to a pulp.

"How many people do you need?"

Miao Feng was about to spit out a mouthful of golden blood, but he forcibly held it back and asked with a smile on his face.

"Having heard that your temple has five disciples, you will naturally need five female Daoist masters."

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe chuckled.

"One of our disciples has already fled... and at least one must remain to guard the place where the master is in retreat."

Miao Feng's expression turned cold: "At most three will participate, otherwise this humble monk will smash his head against the underground palace mandala and die, incurring such a great karmic debt. I wonder if you can bear the wrath of all beings?"

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe's expression changed, then he said, "Three it is fine... I can't go any lower. May I ask which masters you are?"

"Miaoshan, you have the talent to manage things. Stay in the temple and protect your master."

Miao Feng said to Miao Shan, "Even if we all perish, even if the area outside Wusheng Temple is filled with demons and heretics... we must remain steadfast and unmoved like the earth, and never slander the orthodox lineage!"

He spoke with such sternness that he landed on the deck of the flying boat with the two consorts, Miaoshui and Qingjing.

The deck was already packed with people.

Among them were two cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Conversion, who seemed particularly afraid of the group and huddled in a corner.

"He looks somewhat familiar..."

Miao Feng's heart stirred, but he was already utterly despondent. He sat down in a corner and began to silently chant sutras.

Qingli Mountain.

"This 'Refining Yuan Cauldron' is truly wondrous... It can actually turn harm into benefit. If I take cultivation pills, their effects will probably be several times greater than those of other cultivators!" Feeling the [Stomach Earth] magic power gathering within his body and transforming into a profound Dao foundation, Fang Wuchen's face was full of joy.

"Once the foundation of one's Dao is laid, the difference is truly immense!"

He arrived at the Dragon-Locking Stone in the secluded cultivation room, but did not open the cave. A flash of earthy yellow light appeared on his body, and he was already outside the cave.

"Without complete dust..."

When Fang Yixin saw Fang Wuchen, she sensed his unfathomable aura and her eyes reddened: "You... have established your Dao Foundation?" "That's right, from now on my family is also a family with a strong Dao Foundation."

Fang Wuchen laughed heartily, and then he saw his master and wife.

Le Mingxue's belly was already showing, and she even looked like she was seven or eight months pregnant.

"I took the elixir to establish my Dao foundation, and it felt like only a moment had passed. I never imagined that so much time had gone by in the outside world..."

Fang Wuchen sighed inwardly, and then he saw his younger brother again.

The other person was looking at him with a worried and fearful expression.

"Wu Jiu... are you worried about me?"

Fang Wuchen's heart stirred, and he looked at his master again: "Master, I've succeeded."

"Haha, okay!"

Hu Quan'an stepped forward, patting Fang Wuchen's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand, seemingly overjoyed: "Seeing you achieve the Dao Foundation today, I have no regrets even if I die... I just happen to have some thoughts on this matter recently and am preparing to travel to the Southern Frontier, so I'll take my leave today."

"Uncle Hu, what's wrong?"

Fang Yixin was shocked. Hu Quan'an had never told him about his plans to travel far away.

"Southern Xinjiang?"

Fang Wuchen blurted out, "That place is fraught with danger. Why don't I accompany Master? I have already laid my foundation, so I have a good chance of success whether we encounter demonic cultivators or explore secret realms!"

"Haha, okay."

Hu Quan'an readily agreed: "If we, master and apprentice, join forces, we might be able to seize a great opportunity."

Fang Yixin, however, had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

After all, Fang Wuchen is now the pillar of his family, and he has just laid his foundation. The family is newly established, and there are tigers and wolves on all sides! His wife is also pregnant. Why is he going to the Southern Frontier to seek opportunities?

"Dustless..."

Le Mingxue held her waist, her eyes filled with sorrow.

"elder brother……"

Fang Wujiu's lips moved, as if he had finally overcome his inner fear, and he spoke up to persuade him to stay: "Stay..."

"I……"

Fang Wuchen's face was contorted, a mixture of crying and laughing: "I..."

Rumble!

Just then, thousands of rays of light shone, and a large, earthen-yellow ship broke through the clouds, reigning supreme over Qingli Mountain!

A Daoist descended from the giant ship; he was none other than the ever-smiling Kitchen God, who resembled Maitreya Buddha.

"Where are my brothers Hu Quan'an and Fang Wuchen? They've gone to do something big with me!"

The Kitchen God's face was filled with ecstatic joy as he laughed, "There is a treasure in the south! Those who enter will enjoy great wealth and great fortune!"

"Father, Mingxue, younger brother..."

Fang Wuchen had no choice at this point. He could only glance longingly at his family, then use the profound mysteries of his Dao Foundation to envelop Hu Quan'an and fly towards the earthen-yellow giant ship. Halfway there, a storage bag landed.

Take care, everyone!

Fang Wuchen's voice came, but the earthen-yellow giant ship had already gone far away.

Fang Yixin stared blankly at the storage bag on the ground, remaining rooted to the spot.

"You know...you know perfectly well..."

Le Mingxue stared at Fang Wujiu, her face ashen: "Yet you won't say a word!"

"I……"

Fang Wujiu's eyes reddened, and he cried out, "Brother..."

Southern Xinjiang.

This place is home to the Ten Thousand Mountains, which produce many medicinal herbs, and is also inhabited by demon generals and demon kings who live among the local people.

From a great height, one can see one flying boat after another, carrying a large number of Earth-type cultivators, converging on a place in the southern border.

"The Great Yellow Heaven... True Immortals of the Purple Mansion can only create blessed lands, while True Lords, holding the Golden Throne, can create grotto heavens..."

The void was shrouded in darkness when suddenly a person appeared. It was none other than the Great Master Sichen of Moyun Cliff, followed by several Purple Mansion cultivators.

He waited quietly for a moment, and then the black soil gathered, and a golden-armored corpse as tall as a mountain emerged. A person stood on its head, but it was an old man with a hunched back, holding a white bone staff in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Guichen, it's been a long time."

The old man, whose body was covered in the aura of death, was the first to greet us. His body was shrouded in gray mist, within which seemed to be countless faces.

Even cultivators at the Purple Mansion level felt dizzy and experienced a stinging sensation when gazing at those distorted faces.

Clearly, this was a highly accomplished Daoist master, but his condition was poor, and he was nearing the end of his Daoist life...

This person is named "Kaiyuanzi". He is a Grand Master of the Yin Corpse Sect, a major sect of the Southern Demonic Path. He cultivates the [Female Earth] path and has achieved the three supernatural powers. He is a late-stage Purple Mansion Grand Master!

"So it's Kaiyuanzi. Suwu Zhengjin didn't see you and thought you were dead..." Sichen said calmly.

"Hehe, upon hearing news of Taihuang Heaven... even though I'm already buried, I still have to crawl out. After all, this is the legacy of that 'Eastern Primordial Spirit-Responding Divine Lord'... my Yin Corpse Sect also contributed greatly to opening this grotto-heaven, so we deserve a share!"

Kaiyuanzi said, "[Stomach Earth] holds the proper position of Earth, which is no ordinary thing. The proper position is the ruler! If a powerful figure emerges in this path, your [Di Earth] and my [Female Earth] will inevitably be controlled by it, just like that broken [Willow Earth]... Huh? How come there are demons here?"

Whoosh!

A fierce wind howled, and a large amount of blue air currents transformed into feathers that were difficult to distinguish from real ones, falling like snowflakes.

Amidst the swirling feathers, an enormous figure emerged, emanating a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "The opening of the grotto is a grand event... and naturally, our Great Wind Tribe is indispensable!"

"Hmph, never mind... What about Samje?"

Kaiyuanzi snorted coldly: "He is the true successor of the Kitchen God's lineage. If it weren't for the fact that it would be impossible to open the cave heaven without him, I would have killed him with a single palm strike back then... How could he be allowed to live until now?"