Jiang Mo stayed at Linqi for only half a day before moving on to the next stop to visit other disciples who were training outside and gave them all Yunshuang Jade , he controlled the Qi of these disciples and younger generations, but within the sect, separated by thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, he could deliver the Qi to them in a moment of a thousand miles. But it was too cold after all, so he went there in person, just as a journey. It took a week, which gave Ren Wuzong enough time to negotiate with the nine tribes. When he returned to the sect's dormitory again, he had a pile of photos in his hands. He hung them one by one on the south-facing wall of the room, which immediately gave the originally empty room a bit of invisible but real warmth. "Drip!" "Drip!" At this moment, the cell phone in my arms made a pleasant ringtone and a slight vibration. When Jiang Mo answered the call, he heard Ning He say, "Senior, we have already negotiated it. You can come over anytime. The old senior from Ren Wu Zong is also here." "." After knowing the details, Jiang Mo did not respond, hung up the phone, raised his right hand, and his fingertips flashed with bright purple light, leaving a crack in the void as if cut by a sword. The world behind the crack was the secret base of the Nine Departments located a thousand meters underground in the capital. "Wow!"
Looking at the heavily guarded base, Jiang Mo walked in calmly. Ning He, Xu Qiuyu, Gu Zhiya, Yuan Xiao and many other responsible persons, as well as a series of senior executives from the Ninth Department, all watched this scene with bated breath. The next moment, they, together with a group of defenders of the base, issued a greeting as loud as thunder. "Welcome Xuanzun, come!" "Welcome Xuanzun, come!" "Welcome Xuanzun, come!" The guards and warriors of the base were all very excited. When they saw the figure approaching, they felt the blood in their bodies start to boil unconsciously. The most powerful master in the world, the starting point of a new myth, all kinds of legendary deeds are just insignificant embellishments to his profile. The moment they actually saw Jiang Mo, all the powerful human beings present felt a thrilling sense of tension. For the first time, they experienced the huge gap between the light of a firefly and the brilliance of the sun and the moon. Not far away, several elders from the Renwu Sect and a group of elders who followed them couldn't help but cast awe-filled glance. The man in front of him was really too amazing. He had clearly risen from the mortal world, yet he was able to suppress a number of worldly sects in the era of spiritual energy revival. He was almost out of breath and did not dare to act rashly at all. No one knows what kind of personality and character this so-called Xuanzun, Mozun, has, but he possesses the most extreme military force. Even if he does nothing and just quietly guards the southern Fujian province, none of the sects and demon kings in the territory dare to cross the line. "It's you?" When Jiang Mo met with the people from Wu Zong and the Nine Tribes, his sight first fell on an old man dressed in simple black clothes. He was only meters tall, hunched over, and leaning on a sword-shaped cane. His beard and eyebrows were all white, and he looked very old. Even when he walked, he was trembling with weakness. However, the terrifying energy contained in his body still crushed everyone. He was undoubtedly the master of the Human Martial Sect. "Greetings to Xuanzun, I am Tuzhu." A friendly smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. The eyes in those cloudy, deeply sunken eye sockets were also looking at Jiang Mo's appearance very seriously, with a fleeting hint of surprise in their expression. "I've met senior." Jiang Mo also greeted them politely. Except for the hostile Demon King and the Master, he was used to addressing anyone older than him like that. He did not look down on them based on the strength of their cultivation.
"I have heard of Xuanzun's great reputation for a long time. Seeing him today, he is truly like an immortal king in the world." Tu Zhu stroked his beard and praised, and then introduced the several old men who came with him one by one: "These are the great elders of my sect and fellow disciples of the same generation. They are Yun Nian, Kong Lian, and Gai Yuan." "Greetings, His Excellency Xuanzun." The old men all bowed. "I've met all the seniors." Jiang Mo took a quick glance and saw that these old men were all around three hundred years old. In other sects, they were usually young masters or elders in their prime, but in the Renwu Sect, they were already the most senior elders in the sect. Jiang Mo was not surprised by this. He even knew the reason. It was simply due to the cultivation method passed down from the ancestors of the Renwu Sect. By sacrificing a certain amount of lifespan in exchange for combat power that is several times stronger than that of cultivators of the same level, it has been like this since ancient times. Moreover, during a certain period of their heyday, they almost squeezed into the ranks of the upper-class sects. "How about we move over and have a chat?" Old man Tuzhu suggested going to the secret realm of their Renwu Sect. "it is good." Jiang Mo knew the location of the secret realm. He stomped his right foot and a void portal reappeared out of thin air. Then, Tu Zhu and the three supreme elders led the way and welcomed everyone back to a beautiful pavilion in the sect, and drove away the outsiders. In the end, the only people present were Jiang Mo, Ning He, Xu Qiuyu, Gu Zhiya, Yuan Xiao, Xia Fei, and the four old men from Ren Wuzong. The first to speak was Tu Zhu's youngest fellow apprentice, Gai Yuan, an old man with one eye and one arm, wearing a black and gold martial arts robe. He spoke in a low and solemn voice: "Xuan Zun, we invited you here this time because we hope you can be a witness. We have absolutely no intention of harming this child." "When Senior Brother hands over the secret realm to the child, he will pass away. The three of us will follow Senior Brother's orders and accept the child as our disciple. We will devote all our remaining energy to train him and will not waste his one-of-a-kind talent." "Before you came, we both discussed it and fully respected the child's opinion. You can ask him. With you taking care of the child, we would never dare to force him in the slightest." Gai Yuan's tone was extremely frank and gentle. He was a Taoist master, and because he specialized in martial arts, his strength was even stronger than that of an ordinary master. "Right?" Jiang Mo listened to his description, glanced sideways at Xia Fei, and asked him what he thought. "Well, Senior Xuanzun, these old men have told me before about the risks of inheriting the secret realm, but... I am willing." The young man answered shyly, his eyes particularly determined, as if to say, I also want to be independent as soon as possible. "not afraid?" Jiang Mo smiled slightly: "If you are not careful, you will die." "Not afraid." The boy smiled brightly without any hesitation. As early as when he was told that he had the right to inherit the secret realm, he had made up his mind to become the master. "That's good." Jiang Mo touched his head and looked at Tu Zhu again:
"I have come all this way and have seen that your sect is declining and lacks successors, with less than a hundred disciples. Could you tell me the specific reason?" "Xuanzun, you are joking. There is no such thing as an unexplainable relationship. It is nothing more than that each generation is inferior to the previous one." Tu Zhu smiled faintly and said without hesitation: "The martial arts we practice are certainly more domineering and powerful than those practiced by outsiders, but the martial arts pills cultivated in the dantian need to be tempered a thousand times before they can become powerful. Only with a sincere and cautious heart can we travel far. Once an accident happens, the pill will be shattered and we will die." "." Jiang Mo listened silently. "Of course, this is not the fault of the founder. He left behind two sets of martial arts classics, one gentle and one fierce. They have been passed down intact until now. It's just that we, the descendants, are eager for quick success and don't have the patience to spend a longer time to carve out our own martial arts, so we choose the latter." "You can rest assured about this. All my disciples choose their skills based on their own will." "Their potential is equally high, but the former allows us to gain the strongest combat power in the shortest time, while the latter allows us to maintain the most sustained peak combat power over a longer period of time." As Tu Zhu spoke, he took out an ancient book and handed it to Jiang Mo. There were four ancient characters engraved on it, which translated into "The True Scripture of Immortal Martial Arts". "Senior, what does this mean?" Jiang Mo asked calmly without taking the book. "A long time ago, your ancestor was a close friend of ours. Together, they broke into the ancient dangerous land, obtained these two sets of world-shaking skills, and then rose to become a Taoist." Tu Zhu slowly revealed a little-known historical secret. "Back then, they went through life and death together. They both had innate physiques and amazing talents, but their personalities were different." Read the error-free version at 69shuba! 6=9+shu_ba is the first to publish this novel. "Your ancestor is gentle and taciturn, but he has a strong character. My ancestor is bold and uninhibited. To be honest, he has great ambitions. From the moment he founded the sect, he wanted to bring us to the top." "Over the long centuries, the two were like brothers and helped each other many times." "After they became masters, their differences arose because of their skills." "My sect's founder believed that the two sets of martial arts classics are the yin and yang of each other, and can be cultivated and integrated. However, your Sanyi's founder believed that one yin and one yang are opposites and mutually exclusive, and can never be integrated." "After that, the two of them quarreled many times, neither of them could convince the other, and gradually they stopped communicating." "The last time we parted, your ancestor silently gave in and came to our sect in person, leaving the martial arts manual he had to his best friend." "And it is recorded in our sect's ancient history that the ancestor was very happy that day. He got to see his best friend and took him to Cangwu Pavilion to drink and reminisce about the past. They talked for several days and nights. Since then, the two have not seen each other and have each walked their own paths." "Many years later, they all created their own Taoist methods and martial arts classics, and became famous throughout the world." "But the ancestor has been studying those two sets of Xianwu Sutras and has practiced them to a very high level, close to the realm of perfection." "In his later years, he launched his first and only attempt to combine two martial elixirs with completely opposite properties. He even invited your ancestor to help him before breaking through the barrier. However, your ancestor was fighting in the northwest inland due to the invasion of the underground cave blood demon and had no time to return." Tu Zhu looked somewhat regretful and emotional. He paused for a long time before saying: "Several years after our ancestor failed and passed away, your ancestor returned from the battlefield. Our ancestors followed our ancestor's instructions and gave both sets of Xianwu Sutra to our ancestor, but he did not take them away. Instead, he left them in the Renwu Sect. In order to commemorate his best friend, he only took away our ancestor's broken sword." "I'm sure Xuanzun also has an impression of that sword? The name of the sword, Immortals, is missing. It originated from the same belief of the two. They don't believe that there are so-called true immortals in this world. They are nothing more than practitioners with more extreme strength, more magical powers, and the laws of heaven and earth." "I know" Jiang Mo answered immediately. He knew the whereabouts of the broken sword very well. The founder used the Trinity True Method to transform it into a towering stone sword and guarded it in front of the sect gate as a memory of his close friend. "But let's forget about this set of martial arts manuals."
Jiang Mo pushed the ancient book that the old man handed over back and declined politely: "Since the ancestor chose to leave it here, he must have his own intentions. I cannot accept it. I hope you can understand." "Compared to this scripture, I am more curious about how you will help this child refine the secret realm. Or to put it more directly, does your Renwu Sect have an ancient book that records the method of refining the secret realm of the Chaos Body?" Facing Jiang Mo's sudden question, Tu Zhu, Gai Yuan and the other three were not panicked, but said calmly: "nature." "There is a secret that no one in the world knows except the elders in the sect and your ancestor." "Oh?" Jiang Mo was slightly surprised, and he vaguely guessed something by intuition. He did not continue asking, waiting for the old man to give further explanation. "Speaking of Chaos Body, our ancestor is it." "However, he has been hiding this secret from outsiders, and all his opponents who knew the truth were silenced." As soon as these words were spoken, the four leaders of the Nine Departments were all stunned. They never expected that the founder of this seemingly down-and-out sect was actually the owner of the best physique in the world. They secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. In this way, the probability of Xia Fei successfully refining it and surviving safely was greatly increased. "No wonder you are so eager to win over this child." The truth was revealed at this moment, and Jiang Mo suddenly realized that since the other party had a method of refining it, he stopped asking questions. "Okay, as long as you both reach an agreement." "I hereby bear witness that whoever breaks this agreement first will be executed by me." Jiang Mo said indifferently. Afterwards, the four heads of the nine departments and the supreme elders such as Tu Zhu and Gai Yuan discussed their conditions with each other. The Nine Departments required that after Xia Fei became the Master, he would be obliged to help them hunt the Demon King, expel him from the country, and regain the lost mountains and rivers in times of crisis. They also stated that in the future, no matter whether the Nine Departments or the Human Martial Sect had any best cultivation resources, they must be provided to Xia Fei as soon as possible. The requirements of the Renwu Sect were not excessive. After Xia Fei inherited the secret realm, he had to take the three supreme elders as his teachers, and support and protect the sect throughout his life until his life ended or the next generation of masters grew up. Xia Fei also had to be given the highest right of freedom of will, that is, whether to help the Nine Tribes expel the Demon King or not was entirely up to his own wishes, to prevent the Nine Tribes from treating this child as their exclusive thug. The meeting went smoothly and ended in less than half an hour under the witness of Jiang Mo. "Xuan Zun, please follow me. It's time to get what I promised you." "Ah." Jiang Mo stood up and entered the forbidden area of their sect, where the founder had been in seclusion, with Tu Zhu. It was a dimly lit stone room with a lifelike painting hanging on the wall, which immediately caught Jiang Mo's attention. There are two people in the painting, one white and one black. The white one looks like a fairy with a peaceful posture, while the black and white one looks like a demon, arrogant and ostentatious. They are undoubtedly portraits of the founders of the two sects. Around them are the bones of the monsters piled up into mountains and pools of blood stretching like rivers. The visual impact is very strong. The old man walked to the stone bookshelf embedded in the wall, took out a wooden box, gently pushed it open, and inside was a faded, old piece of paper. He handed it to Jiang Mo. "The agreement is made. This item should also be returned to you, fellow Taoist. Thank you for taking this trip." Tu Zhu smiled gently. This fragment was obtained by his master by chance hundreds of years ago. During this period, he also investigated the origin of this artifact. Only after he touched upon some taboo contents did he stop in time. He kept the existence of this fragment secret and did not let anyone know, for fear that it would bring disaster to the sect.
It was not until now, when he handed it to Jiang Mo, that the old man felt relieved. "You are too polite, Senior. I should be the one to say thank you." Jiang Mo took the fragment. The familiar texture and the same power scattered among his fingers proved that these were the fragments of the history book of time. He gently grasped it and refined it in an instant. (End of this chapter)