Chapter 158 Jianchi Mountain
Chapter 158 Jianchi Mountain
The winter snow is getting deeper.
The Jianjiang River continued to flow.
Going back to the source, the Jianchi Mountains stretch across the land, winding and continuous, acting as a barrier to the northern part of Yizhou.
The Jianchi Mountain Sword Contest, held once every twenty years, is held. Thousands of people from far and wide come to participate, and heroes from all over the world gather.
At the foot of the main peak of Jianchi Mountain, pavilions and attics are lined up one after another. Faced with the largest Jiuzhou Jianghu event, all forces do not mind investing some resources to build a place to rest.
"Don't let the Taoist leader down. You represent the face of the Taoist Palace. You are the leader of the younger generation. Go quickly." The Taoist Palace's Supreme Elder instructed earnestly.
Dao Chi smiled faintly and nodded. In fact, he had already reached the level of a mid-level warrior and there was no room for improvement. He only needed to obtain Nanshi through the competition and comprehend the inheritance of the grandmaster of the Taoist Palace in one fell swoop, then he would be able to successfully achieve the top level.
Many sect leaders of top martial arts schools cast their eyes over him. Dao Chi was only in his early twenties, but he was already showing signs of being on par with them. In comparison, his own disciples seemed a little inferior.
At a certain moment, thunder roared from Shen Lingtian above Jianchi Mountain, and the snowflakes became bigger, freezing and dispersing the thick fog in the mountains.
The legendary road appeared before the eyes of heroes all over the world.
Elder Du Nan, Old Man with Sword, Master of Jubao Tower, Red Robe Eunuch, Granny Jiudu and other masters also had fiery eyes.
As half the host, Hong Zhou arrived at the scene surrounded by people from the Daming Sect.
No matter who they are, they are qualified to climb the mountain. The stronger they are, the greater the pressure Shen Lingtian and the Soul Dao Array will give them. This is a fair competition.
The Taoist looked up and saw that the top of the mountain was still shrouded in fog. The mountain road was getting narrower and narrower, and at the end was a dark wall. Next to the wall, a road no longer climbed in height, but led to a persimmon forest. On nine lush persimmon trees, 108 southern persimmons hung on the treetops. Just by looking at them, it seemed as if he could hear the longing in his heart.
"One southern persimmon is enough to allow one to enter the highest level of martial arts."
"Understanding the secret technique, the efficacy of the southern persimmon is the best in the world."
"One. I only want one."
"Haha, go fight for the southern persimmon. Except for Tianjiao, whoever dares to say that he can definitely reach that flat land, the ginseng will belong to me."
The discussion among the villagers was extremely noisy and everyone was very excited. Some of them were not even climbing the mountain for the first time.
Inadvertently, a series of ethereal figures appeared on both sides of the road, and ginsengs emerged from the ground, stepping on the 999 steps. There were countless of them. The higher they climbed, the more difficult it was, and the greater the medicinal power of the ginseng. Several thousand-year-old ginsengs were surrounded by a bright white light.
The fog dissipated in front of the pavilion and the attic.
“The Ginseng Road is open!”
Someone was shouting crazily. It was the old madman with the cultivation level of a master.
Dao Chi took a step forward and found that Yizhou was rich in ginseng, most of which came from Jianchi Mountains, so the mountain road was also called Ginseng Road.
When he stepped onto the stairs, an extremely heavy pressure suddenly descended upon him.
"Horrible. I thought it was overrated enough."
Dao Chi's face changed. He felt as if he had returned to his childhood when he was stuck in a quagmire. He could hardly move his whole body. He quickly put his hands flat on his thighs. This was Dao Gong's experience.
"Well!"
As he took the second step, Dao Chi clearly heard the wailing of his leg bones. A stabbing pain came over him, as if someone was squeezing him with a needle board. He couldn't help but let out a low cry.
"This is a special pain recorded in the Dao Palace, and it will continue to increase. It is basically... coming from the evil thoughts of these ghosts."
Dao Chi looked around and saw a series of vague figures. These guys were ghosts and mountain guardians.
The reason why Grand Master Hun Dao Ren is regarded as a great hero and respected by all masters of the same level is because he has developed a formation that can remove evil thoughts and imprisoned all the ghosts in Yizhou.
These stripped-away evil thoughts turned into nutrients for ginseng and persimmons, while the deeply rooted ones became tests that were borne by the climbers on the ginseng trail.
"This guy is quite handsome."
"He took the lead right away. He must be from a holy land like the others."
"He hasn't killed many people, so there's no need to target him."
The ghosts were talking among themselves, and their intelligence was sound.
As he took a step, Dao Chi's forehead was covered with sweat, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. These prisoners who had struggled out of evil thoughts hated evil thoughts the most. Killing living beings brought them karma, and climbing the mountain would definitely encounter ghosts and demons. Suddenly, a blurry, delicate hand handed over an umbrella with a blurry light and shadow.
"Hehe, you're welcome. I'm optimistic about you."
The young woman's sweet laughter faded away.
Dao Chi responded with a smile, tightened the soul umbrella in his hand, and continued to take slow and firm steps. The increasingly intense pain calmed him down.
“I definitely want to be the young leader.”
"If I didn't have a master, I would still be that orphan begging for food on the roadside."
"If my master thinks I can do it, I must succeed!"
Dao Chi was covered in sweat and looked determined.
And the moment he grasped the Soul Umbrella, a cry of surprise came from behind him.
Many masters looked at each other in surprise. They were not surprised that Dao Chi could gain the initial favor of ghosts, but it was too fast.
"What!?"
"The Holy Son Yin also got the Soul Umbrella!"
"Damn it, isn't he a member of the Demonic Cult!?"
On the ginseng road, Yin Shengzi's cheeks were also tense and sweat was dripping. The feeling of severe pain was forcibly suppressed by him. He slowly turned his head and looked at the Taoist Chi who was almost on the same step.
"I want to be the young leader."
"I want to be among the top ten people in the world."
"I want to become the second Dragon City!"
"I want the world to bow down before me!!"
A strong will enabled Yin Shengzi to continue moving forward after his foot landed. The severe pain that touched his spirit rolled over him, but after a few times he had clearly pulled away from Dao Chi.
In just half a quarter of an hour, the young prince, Princess Anbei and others obtained the soul umbrellas one after another. These young geniuses walked ahead of the crowd, leaving only their backs.
On the ginseng road, more and more wanderers are pouring in.
Ginseng, which usually costs dozens of taels of silver, is now available everywhere.
"Haha, this hundred-year-old medicine can cure my child's illness."
A middle-aged man in tattered clothes bent over to pick up the ginseng. Because he bent over, the heavy pressure made him climb directly on the steps. The invisible wave washed him down, but before he was eliminated by the ginseng road, he held the ginseng tightly in his hand.
Hundreds of wanderers who were picking ginseng slipped down the mountain road.
In the pavilion, the experts were accustomed to this and most of them were looking forward.
"Son Yin has been overtaken by Dao Chi again. He is almost three hundred steps away now." said the red-robed eunuch.
"Hmph, your prince is hanging behind us." Elder Du Nan said coldly.
"Miss, please don't lose heart." Grandma Jiudu prayed silently. Although she had not spent much time with the young lady, she still sincerely hoped that she could come out on top.
"Look! How did Hong Zhou get up there?"
The Taoist Palace's Grand Elder was stunned. Hong Zhou was a master of the same generation as them. They were competing fairly on the ginseng road. If he couldn't beat the younger generation and ordinary people in the martial arts world, he would lose face. The reputation of the martial arts world not only concerned himself, but also involved the forces behind the scenes. It was not a trivial matter. Otherwise, these masters would not mind trying to obtain Nanshi.
“Perhaps he wants to recover his cultivation.” Elder Du Nan said uncertainly, “It is rumored that there is a pond on the top of the mountain, which is also the origin of the name Jian Pond. It can transform people completely.”
The masters were aware of the fact that Hong Zhou was crippled by Long Cheng. After all, the difference in strength between them was not that big.
"Mountain top, stop dreaming. Last time even Longcheng stopped in front of that difficult wall." The red-robed eunuch sneered disdainfully. It was a complete pipe dream to cross the difficult wall. He knew the secrets of the imperial palace. Even the Taoist leader had not succeeded when he was young. When he reached the wall, he could not even lift his hands.
"Someone met Fengyu!" Grandma Jiudu suddenly shouted.
(End of this chapter)