Chapter 19: Mining Spiritual Stones, Second True Teaching
Chapter 19: Mining Spiritual Stones, Second True Teaching
"Hey, don't dilly-dally. Dig as much as you can before the secret realm closes."
"Yes, senior brother."
The man in the blue and white Taoist robe nodded and returned to the center of the mine:
"Brother Lu, the disciples are already doing their best to mine."
The latter was dressed in white, holding a paper fan in his hand and a sword on his waist. He looked more like a knight-errant in the martial arts world than a Taoist priest.
His cultivation is at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, which gives people a great sense of pressure.
"Well done. At the same time, I also told my fellow apprentices to be more careful when mining, so as not to let the mine collapse and get buried inside."
"Yes, Senior Brother. But if we over-exploit the spiritual stone mines, will this 'Qingchuan Secret Realm' really be ruined in the future?"
The inner sect disciple who asked the question was at the ninth level of Qi Refining and was also considering building his foundation.
He was very interested in the spiritual medicines in the secret realm, and originally planned to go to the secret realm to find various spiritual medicines needed to refine the foundation-building pill. Unexpectedly, he was given a secret mission by the sect, and followed this true disciple to mine spiritual stone veins.
If this secret realm is really abandoned, where should I find my foundation-building pill in the future?
Lu Yibin nodded: "Indeed, from now on, the 'Qingchuan Secret Realm' will be completely abandoned."
There was obvious regret on the latter's face.
"But you don't have to worry. The sect has already prepared a response plan. There will be no shortage of foundation-building pills by then, and I'm afraid there will be several percent more than now.
As long as you complete the tasks assigned by the sect well, the contribution points you earn will be enough for you to exchange for one for foundation building."
Although the disciple in front of him was a little suspicious, he still showed joy:
"Junior brother understands."
Lu Yibin holds a folding fan in his hand:
"You continue to supervise. There are other monks coming outside. I will go and deal with them."
After saying that, he walked straight out of the mine, leaving a trail of afterimages behind but without making any sound, as if he was floating like a ghost.
The only disciple left behind wiped a cold sweat. Facing this true disciple, the pressure was too great.
I don't know how the hall masters suppressed his foundation-building skills to the peak of Qi Refining. It's really strange.
But it’s good too. With Senior Brother Lu’s escort, this trip to the secret realm will be much safer.
Then he stepped into the mine where the spirit stones were being mined again and called out loudly:
"Be careful, don't bury yourself. It's okay to hurt yourself, but don't hurt your fellow disciples."
Lu Yibin walked out of the mine and saw five beams of light coming towards this direction.
The three beams of light escaping from the back were Wei Zhong’s “acquaintances”, the three independent cultivators who followed the Qingmu Sect’s disciples.
The two in front are inner disciples of Qingmu Sect. One of them is the leader of the group of Qi Refining disciples that Wei Zhong met when he first entered the secret realm. But for some reason, there is only one person here now.
The other person was also wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, and he faintly exuded the aura of a ninth-level Qi Refining Level.
The two men's faces were pale, and their torn Taoist robes were stained with blood.
Seeing the figure of Lu Yibin, the true disciple, everyone's face showed joy.
"Senior brother, save me!"
Before they arrived, shouts were already coming out of their mouths.
Lu Yibin waved the paper fan in his right hand, and eight sword lights shot out immediately, drawing eight arcs and flying towards the three wandering cultivators.
Seeing the sword light, the casual cultivators did not slow down at all. The old man surnamed Wu summoned a pitch-black shield. With the magic power injected into it, the shield continued to grow larger and eventually became the size of a house, intercepting all eight sword lights.
Lu Yibin snorted coldly: "A mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
In an instant, three of the eight sword lights penetrated the spiritual shield's defense and continued to attack it, while the other five were intercepted and pierced into the shield.
A trace of panic flashed in the old man's eyes, and it was too late for him to use other defensive magic weapons again.
Fortunately, the teammates were very helpful. Seeing that the fellow's black shield defense was broken, although he was stunned for a moment, he quickly used his own methods. He crushed a piece of talisman paper, and a golden bell phantom suddenly appeared, covering the three of them.
The sword light hit it, causing a powerful spiritual energy explosion. Cracks appeared on the surface of the golden bell, but fortunately it was finally held.
The eight small swords were recalled by Lu Yibin and floated at his sides.
Two inner disciples also fell and hid behind Lu Yibin. "Brother, we found a patch of 'Thousand Knot Flowers' and were about to pick them when they were attacked by these three. Five of our fellow disciples died in this attack. Brother, you must avenge them."
Just after escaping from danger, the two inner disciples cried out in pain.
Lu Yibin frowned and asked calmly:
"Where's Thousand Knots Flower?"
"Half is here, and the other half is in the hands of those three people."
The disciple who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining hurriedly took out a piece of vine from his storage bag, and saw that there were more than a dozen "Thousand Knot Flowers" on it.
There are five flowers that are over two hundred years old, and one is even over three hundred years old, which can be used to refine higher-level elixirs.
Seeing this, even Lu Yibin, who was as indifferent as he was, showed some joy and praised:
"Well done."
Looking back at the three casual cultivators:
"Killing my Qingmu Sect disciples is a crime worthy of death!"
The old man surnamed Wu was holding his first-grade superior spiritual shield in his hand with a broken heart, when suddenly a flash of inspiration came into his mind.
I couldn't help but scream out in horror:
“Cloaked in white, with a paper fan and waving eight swords, are you Lu Yibin, the second true disciple of Qingmu Sect?
Impossible, how can a foundation-building person enter this secret realm? "
However, when he saw Lu Yibin, he immediately understood something because of the special aura of the ninth level of Qi Refining.
His face was ashen.
He turned around and fled without even caring about his two teammates.
When the latter two heard what he said, their faces were filled with horror.
Their strength is inferior to that of the ordinary disciples of the same level in the sect, and they have to use sneak attacks to snatch the spiritual medicine.
How can this be the opponent of the true teachings after suppressing his cultivation?
They each used their own methods to escape.
"Humph! It's not that easy to escape."
Lu Yibin's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.
"Escape, escape, escape. I must escape. The Qingmu Sect sent the true disciples who suppressed their cultivation here, which must be a big plot.
If I run into this person, he will not let me go. As long as I escape from here, I will find a place where no one can find me, wait for the secret realm to close, and then leave.
At that time, as long as I slightly modify the secret I know and tell it, I will be able to coerce other independent cultivators and prevent Qingmu Sect from attacking me."
The old man surnamed Wu thought to himself. At the same time, he also began to secretly regret why he coveted that half of the 'Thousand Knot Flower', otherwise this kind of thing would never have happened.
After thinking for a few moments, he heard several screams coming from nearby, and the old man realized that his colleague had been killed.
The true disciple Lu Yibin was rushing towards him.
"Running pretty fast!"
A ghostly low voice sounded in his ears. The old man turned around and saw Lu Yibin's pale face.
The two of them were running at almost the same speed.
The old man was almost frightened to death.
"when······"
Before he could finish his words, a small sword pierced through his abdomen from behind.
(End of this chapter)