Chapter 132: A Sword Startles the World
, Zheng Shuming was greeted by numerous soldiers along the way. However, he ignored them all today.Anyone with a discerning mind immediately realized what was about to happen, whether it was to watch...The city where Lingkong Palace is located is called Fengtai.
In the nation, Cheng Guo was already considered one of the top cities.
There are two worlds, black and white, existing here. In the world of night, the rapidly expanding Wu Sheng Jiao and Ling Kong Dian vie for dominance.
On the one hand, believers are fanatically devoted and fearless in the face of death. On the other hand, years of cultivation have made their influence deeply rooted.
On the surface, the City Lord's Mansion is naturally the highest authority in this place.
Even the national court sent an extraordinary cultivator from the Outer Court to serve as a supervisor, just to suppress the sect's further expansion of power.
Next door, the prosperous nation of Zhuang has a high threshold for those who want to become city lords, and that threshold is also the cultivation level required by the Imperial Family.
But Cheng Guo, after all, has its own national circumstances.
These sects, on one hand, provide the country with a large amount of taxes, and on the other hand, are also part of national strength. When war breaks out, they have the obligation to participate in battle.
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So, how to grasp the scale of suppression is a very testing matter of political acumen.
The Wusheng Sect and Lingkong Hall also need to let the imperial court know that they are within their limits and will not pose any risk of overstepping boundaries.
As one of the seventy-two earthly branches under the Wusheng sect, I was tasked with establishing a religious core among the believers in Chengguo.
The Earthly Ghost Messenger is a complete being from the Five Divine Courts, possessing supernatural powers. It can be said that with its own strength, it suppresses the Spiritual Void Hall, making it unable to breathe. If it weren't for the city lord surnamed Li who intervened, the Spiritual Void Hall would have been driven out of here long ago.
But, it's just a matter of time.
The faceless sect behind him already possesses the power to destroy a nation. His actions here, like slowly boiling a frog, are simply carrying out the will of the divine master. He is being low-key for now and doesn't want to tear his face with the imperial court of the established nation.
Although the teachings of Wu Sheng are magnificent, now is not the time for them to be brought into the light. The world is ignorant and truth cannot be grasped in a single day.
At this moment, he sat alone in the inner room, facing the shrine, reciting the "Diamond Sutra".
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Inside this stark white shrine, a seated, faceless wooden statue is enshrined.
On either side of the shrine, there are three white candles each, arranged from tall to short, perfectly aligned.
Offering incense to the gods but there is none.
That white candle, the material of which was unknown, burned quietly without any tears. The flame danced in the air, yet there was a faint fragrance floating about.
About this is the incense of the teachings of non-life integrated.
Rather than being an offering, it's more like a condolence.
“I have always drifted in the sea of suffering, my life like a fragile skin-sack afloat. All those who suffer defeats and lose their lives are plagued by illness and misfortune. Those who endure three sorrows and eight hardships are innocent victims of this world. The common people pity me, and I pity them as well…”
The eerie chanting, soft and persistent, continued for a long time before finally ceasing.
The two rows of white candles also went out automatically.
Just as the candle flame flickered and went out, a tall figure appeared in the dimly lit room. The timing was impeccable; with a single, powerful slap, he struck the still-unconscious earth spirit messenger square on the face!
Like mountains and seas, facing the pressure of life and death!
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The Messenger of the Underworld had no time to react. He suddenly jerked his head back, his dim eyes instantly turned white, and in that chilling pale, it was as if a door to an unknown world had been opened. A torrent of overwhelming power surged into his body. In a fraction of a second, he caught a glimpse of life and shot forward——
Don't move!
In his Heaven-Piercing Sea, he unleashed a tsunami. His blood, muscles, bones... his entire being was imprisoned by winds of every imaginable form.
That towering figure slammed his palm down, crushing the head of the Netherworld Messenger!
Black and white and red, mingled as one.
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The corpse lay sprawled on the ground.
The two rows of white candles standing before the starkly white shrine almost reignited at the same time.
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That shapeless, eerie statue had two drops of blood welling up where its eyes should be.
An eerie presence descends!
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That towering figure, fearless and bold, stepped forward with unwavering resolve. Cradling a massive hammer in both hands, he descended upon his target like a mountain crashing down!
The energy of the Five Elements intertwines, flowing through both arms. The power of the outer layers is unleashed without reservation.
Two white candles went out at the same time.
Click!
The statue was shattered into pieces.
A scattering of fragments.
The tall figure didn't even look, immediately turned around and pushed the door open to leave the secret room.
Walking leisurely through the base, turning left and right, ignoring the patrolling fanatics, he left the house and walked into the courtyard. With a light leap, he was already on the roof.
The figure rapidly shrunk in mid-air, transforming into a yellow talisman that was pinched between two slender fingers.
Wearing a hooded cloak and hemp robes, Jiang Wang sat on the rooftop, quietly glanced at this yellow talisman, very satisfied with its performance. He gently flicked the yellow paper and put it away.
As expected of a product of the immortal palace that once dominated an era!
It was not in vain that he, Jiang Mou, had fought and killed demons at Duanhunxia, risked his life to dig for jade in the Shanhai Realm.
This immortal palace warrior is really useful!
Under his long-range attack with the Dragon-Tiger Technique, those spectral emissaries didn't even have a chance to resist.
... and with the celestial warriors stepping forward, even if there were special means on the side of the No-Life Sect, Zhang Linchuan would be unable to trace it back to him.
Even a fortune-teller as powerful as a demon can't divine the secrets of the celestial palace. What about Zhang Linchuan
The celestial warrior asks nothing, says nothing, appears and kills, then leaves. This is all done to cut off any leads.
But speaking of which...
The so-called "supernatural powers" of these ghostly messengers were finally seen through by Jiang Wang.
If the speculation is true, it's all related to Zhang Linchuan...
Those seventy-two Earthly Branch Messengers, each possessing divine powers, is not something inconceivable.
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The teachings of the Way of Non-existence may be more powerful than imagined.
Unbeknownst to the world, a terrifying monster had already been born in the darkness of night.
On such a night, Jiang Wang sat silently on the roof ridge, quietly observing the Wushengjiao base.
Behind him was a full moon.
Moonlight poured into the night.
In a short time, the patrol saw the wide-open door and discovered the dead emissary of darkness who had been murdered in the locked room.
This is the leader of Shenguo Wusheng Jiao. In the hearts of all disciples here, he is a great being who carries out the will of the divine! And he is invincible and unbeatable.
But he died, silently and without a trace.
The death was extremely gruesome.
Warnings, shouts, the commotion of magical formations...
The entire Wushengjiao headquarters was in disarray, with people constantly rushing in and out. The chaotic lights flickered, illuminating the place.
But Jiang Wang, who was sitting on the roof, was never noticed by anyone.
He held a copy of "The History of Knives Carving the Sea" in his right hand, naturally, having read it during the wait... His left hand clutched the Calamity Seal, and his entire being was enveloped in an ethereal glow.
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The moonlight flowed through him, and past him.
Bi Fang Yin Fa focuses on "Fa". Under the guidance of Huai Guo Gong, Jiang Wang further refined the magical powers and spiritual appearance of San Mei Zhen Huo.
As for the Disaster-Calming Handprint, its use lies in "concealment." Internally, it can conceal one's own self, while externally, it can encompass enemy forces. It is truly an unparalleled method.
Throughout his life, Jiang Wang's skills in hiding had always been mediocre, relying solely on the disguise cloak made by his late grandmother. Now that he possessed the Calamity Seal, he could be considered having leaped over a dragon gate, with a vast difference in his world.
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The Nether Messenger had already been killed. Jiang Wang was still sitting there for two reasons: first, to see if there were any hidden strong individuals in this outpost, and second, to see if anyone like a Heaven-Piercing General from the Wusheng Sect would come to offer support.
But after observing for a long time, I only saw a swarm of chaotic bees and heard only a deafening roar.
It's not at all like a force capable of becoming the strongest sect in the nation.
Without their ghostly messengers, they seemed to have lost their eyes, nose, ears, and minds.
Of course, Jiang Wang could judge from this.
Zhang Linchuan's construction of the Wusheng Jiao was a top-down, unidirectional node control system. The drawback of this approach is that it lacked organizational cohesion. The scattered outposts essentially acted independently.
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But the advantage of doing so lies in... any section can be cut off at any time. If any stronghold is wiped out, it will not lead back to Zhang Linchuan.
This is also the invisibility that this kind of left-wing force must possess.
Otherwise, if you provoke any powerful person at any time, you might be eradicated completely.
But the drawbacks of this organizational structure don't really matter much in the context of a cult. If Zhang Linchuan were powerful enough, he could use his "divine" power to directly communicate with every follower. At that point, there would be no need for cohesion anymore.
The Wusheng sect can't continue to develop so smoothly, otherwise Zhang Linchuan's power will expand too quickly!
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Now it seems that the Wusheng Sect here in Cheng Guo is no longer a concern before the arrival of the new Earth Sha Messenger.
But Zhang Linchuan's roots hidden in the shadows still inevitably cast a shadow over Jiang Wang's heart.
Especially the
*Nirvāa Sutra* recited during the secret prayer of the Diyu messenger.
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Six defeats, seven lives, afflicted all beings. Three sorrows, eight sufferings, innocent people in the world. All living beings pity me, and I pity all living beings...
He wasn't confused by the scriptures.
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Even the classics of ancient sages could not shake his unwavering resolve.
The most important thing about the realm of "Wailian" is precisely these two words, "Shudao".
At the highest level of the outer building, Jiang Wang could fully judge what such a "Diamond Sutra" meant.
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At this point, Jiang Wang fully understood why Wang Changji, upon achieving the realm of a divine being, immediately revealed his power and eradicated all Wusheng Jiao strongholds within the Jie Guo.
Besides being a declaration of war...
Time waits for no man!
Zhang Linchuan is definitely not just a person who plays with conspiracies. He might be another Zhuang Chengqian type, a brilliant military strategist in troubled times.
Casting one last glance at the chaotic Wusheng Sect headquarters, Jiang Wang rose and leaped, vanishing into the night.
A mysterious powerhouse arrived in the Fengtai City domain. With one move, they killed Bai Na Daoist, the strongest of Lingkong Hall, and You Shi, the emissary of Wusheng Sect.
After one night, the two major sects that had been fighting fiercely for days came to a standstill.
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... attracted widespread attention.
There are rumors that he was a high-ranking official secretly sent by the imperial court to curb the expansion of the influence of sects. He ruthlessly struck down the source of chaos.
There's a rumor that a supreme expert who lives in seclusion here, seeing the constant strife between the two factions and how it disturbed the common people, took action to kill the strongest of both sides as a warning...
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But these rumors, these stories that circulated in the cultivation world, were things Master Jiang could no longer hear.
After the gathering by the Yellow River, he had compared himself only to the very top tier of individuals in the world. Even tracing back through history, he verified comparisons between ancient and modern times. For example, ordinary cultivators who acted arrogantly and tyrannically in the obscure nation of Cheng Guo seemed as if they belonged to a different world from him.
Every leap forward in the pursuit of enlightenment brings a completely new and distinct vista.
I happened to pass by.
It's nothing more than strolling through the mortal world, a single sword already causing a sensation.
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Since the advent of the new era, the officialdom has flourished, and the national system has been thriving.
To this day, after three thousand nine hundred and twenty years, the world is a forest of nations, each with its own place in the present.
But outside the realm of warring states, there still exist powerful sects, traversing history and spanning the world.
Continuing the path of immortality, I'm still verifying the ultimate destination of cultivation.
In terms of spatial significance, the official roads once reached their peak. However, in the measurement of time, they may not necessarily be eternal.
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Time will prove the true power that deserves to endure.
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There is no other place in the world where so many powerful sects coexist like the Southern Region.
From the Xue He Sect, Jian Ge, to the Long Men Academy, Mount Sumeru, and then to the Mu Gu Academy, Nandou Hall... they are all renowned top sects in the world.
This certainly has its historical reasons, but it also shows the prosperity of the cultivation world in the southern region since ancient times.
There are many different accounts about the location of Nandou Hall. Some say it is in Wei State, some say it is in Li State, and others say it is in Yue State.
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This sect is truly mysterious. Unlike Jian Ge, which stands on a mountain resembling a sword and controls strategic passes, claiming to be the world's foremost swordsman. Nor is it like Mu Gu Book Academy, situated at the foot of Shu Mountain, the holy land of Confucianism, gathering the literary talent of the world and showcasing brilliant works of literature.
Nor is it like the Dragon Gate Academy overlooking the river pavilion, nor like the Blood River Sect forever suppressing calamities.
The Nandou Hall seemed more like Mount Sumeru, with the dragon appearing at its head and disappearing from sight.
Its reputation precedes it, yet the genuine article remains elusive.
But to say it's a hidden and reclusive sect, it doesn't quite match the style of this school either.
After all, even someone like the formidable Qi Sha Zhenren Lu Shuanghe earned his reputation through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
What makes it truly special is...
Though Nandu Palace is the largest sect in the world, it doesn't recruit disciples indiscriminately. Instead...it's abnormally free-spirited.
The Six Heavenly Lords - Si Ming, Tian Liang, Tian Ji, Tian Tong, Tian Xiang, and Qi Sha - if any of them are in the mood, they'll go for a walk in the world. They’ll choose someone they like and bring them back to their sect.
It is mostly passed down from generation to generation.
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Of course, taking in more disciples is also possible. It doesn't seem to be a problem not to take in disciples either.
All in all, he's very capricious.
The true location of Nandou Hall, of course, is not in any of the Wei, Li, Yue, or Song states. Otherwise, who would be superior and who inferior would be a problem.
Those who have truly resided in the South Region for their practice will know that, to the west of the Li Kingdom, to the south of the Wei Kingdom, and to the north of the Dusk Drum Academy...
There is a place called Du'er Feng.
This location is not marked on any country's map.
But with this peak as the center, within a radius of a hundred miles, it was all designated as a restricted area by the surrounding forces.
But in fact, this is just one of the entrances to Nandou Hall.
This sect does not have a physical dwelling in the current world.
Of course, as the largest sect in the world, Nandou Palace also has many affiliated industries, with its own resource needs and relatively close relationships with surrounding countries... However, the core of this sect has always been just a few people.
It is the so-called Six Divine Generals of the Southern Dipper.
Under the azure sky, snow clouds.
Amongst shadowy mountain valleys.
There was a clear stream, winding its way along on its own.
The stream was so clear that you could see the bottom and how fish swam through the water plants.
There was a piece of greenstone by the stream.
An old man with long white hair sat cross-legged on a stone.
He held his knees with both hands, letting the gentle breeze ruffle his hair. He remained silent, his closed eyes resembling two swords laid horizontally.
A very blunt and silent sword.
At some point in time, this world underwent a minuscule shift.
Like a wisp of wind passing over fallen leaves, like a drop of water soaking into a faint light, like the distant cry of geese arriving a thousandth of a beat late... In short, they were all things that shouldn't be noticed, or even things that were simply natural.
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The world is eternally changing.
But the man sitting cross-legged on the bluestone opened his eyes —
His sword is now sharpened.
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