Rising from Small Cloud Rain Technique - Chapter 280 - 257: Gathering of Golden Core Masters
Chapter 280: Chapter 257: Gathering of Golden Core Masters
The mortality rate suddenly increased to fifty percent, and Ye Changqing’s face turned pale, a great disaster has occurred!
He immediately rushed out of the Soul Hall, sprinting to the Hall Master’s room.
Disregarding etiquette, he pushed the door open directly.
“Hall Master, the situation inside the Secret Realm has worsened again!”
He had already reported several times about the unexpected casualties in the Secret Realm.
’Worsened again?’
Zhang Zizhao felt the veins on his forehead throb sharply, he stood up from the pudun and stepped swiftly to the door.
“Let’s go, we need to see.”
When they rushed into the Soul Hall, they discovered that more than ten soul lanterns had gone out again, cold sweat dripped from Ye Changqing’s forehead.
The disciples going to the Secret Realm were the elites of this generation’s disciples.
It is no exaggeration to say that seven to eight out of ten Chao Origin Stage cultivators of the next generation will come from among them.
“Crack,” a soft sound rang out, and a soul lamp went out in response.
Ye Changqing’s eyelid twitched incessantly:
“Junior Martial Uncle, what exactly might happen?”
He felt his voice beginning to tremble, the nearly seventy percent casualties had already affected the inheritance.
He couldn’t think of what situation might appear in the Secret Realm to cause such a dire outcome.
Zhang Zizhao’s face was ashen, a nameless anger ignited in his heart, burning more and more fiercely.
He had entered the Secret Realm twice, so he was familiar with the situation inside.
As long as they followed the sect’s ’manual’ guidelines, the possibility of encountering irresistible dangers was not high, the Canglan Secret Realm had become a resource secret realm for the Three Sects.
Unless entering a few forbidden zones, otherwise such heavy casualties would definitely not occur.
There were indeed Chao Origin Stage demon beasts in the forbidden zones, but due to the constraint of the world law, these demon beasts were trapped at the threshold of entering the Chao Origin Stage and could not advance.
Even if disciples ventured into forbidden zones and died, it was just an isolated case, it couldn’t lead to widespread deaths.
By this time, the sect disciples were concentrated and ready to return, encountering unknown powerful forces that attacked.
’Could it be that other sects and loose cultivators have united to exterminate us?’
Zhang Zizhao abruptly shook his head, this was absolutely impossible, with the demon calamity at hand, unless the other forces had lost their senses, they wouldn’t make such an unwise move.
“I will go to report to the ancestor.”
He left a sentence behind, his magic robe glowing with spirit light, a fire cloud appeared beneath his feet, and he swept out of the hall instantly.
The wild wind blew through, the soul lamps in the hall flickered like candles in the wind, the firelight swayed unsteadily.
The flame light flickered, Ye Changqing’s face was dim and uncertain, vaguely distorted.
…
Sunrise Peak, Qianyun Cave.
Zhang Zizhao recounted the situation of the Soul Hall, bowing his head, awaiting the ancestor’s directive.
The silence in the grotto mansion was palpable, the air seemed to become viscous, without a hint of flow.
Daoist Master Zhengyang’s face was like a stone sculpture, expressionless, but the faintly rising flames in his eyes showed his inner turmoil.
“When does the Canglan Secret Realm open? Who was originally assigned to retrieve the disciples?”
“In response to ancestor, this time the Secret Realm opens, Lin Jiuxiao and Zhuu Xiangrong are responsible from start to finish.
Tomorrow at noon, the Secret Realm will open once more.
According to custom, tonight they will set out to reach the target area.”
“Notify them I will accompany them.
When I leave, I will activate the Mountain Protection Array.
Until I return, no disciples are allowed to enter or exit.”
Zhang Zizhao immediately bowed:
“Understood!”
…
The cold moon hooked, the desolate mountain wind sang.
In the area where the Canglan Secret Realm is located, three spirit ships hovered in the air, only dozens of yards apart from one another.
A large number of loose cultivators gathered at the foot of the desolate mountain, waiting for friends and family to emerge from the Secret Realm.
Daoist Master Zhengyang stepped out of the spirit ship’s cabin, spoke in a deep voice:
“Which Daoist friend has come today, let’s meet and talk.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone on the spirit ships.
Just now, he felt the Divine Sense fluctuation belonging to Golden Core Daoist Master sweeping over the spirit ship, making him even more vigilant.
The matter of collecting disciples from the Secret Realm has always been handled by Chao Origin Stage cultivators.
The reason he came was because the sect disciples’ casualties were too severe.
When departing from the sect, eighty-one soul lamps had already gone out among these disciples, impacting the sect’s inheritance.
“Daoist Master Zhengyang, long time no see.”
A booming voice sounded, a towering figure appeared on the spirit ship deck belonging to Yuanhe Mountain.
The cultivator stood eight feet tall, had bushy brows and eyes like a leopard, skin glimmering with metallic sheen, his whole being seemed cast in bronze and iron.
His robust arms were as thick as the thighs of ordinary cultivators, his legs like elephant legs, with each step causing the spirit ship to sway lightly.
Daoist Master Zhengyang’s lips moved slightly, transmitting his voice:
’Sects’ disciples suffered massive casualties in the Secret Realm, I couldn’t help but come.
Nanshan Daoist, what brings you here?’
’Same reason as you, Secret Realm disciples suffered seventy percent casualties, couldn’t help but come immediately to understand the situation.
Qingxu from Luofeng Valley also came, reportedly his disciples similarly suffered heavy losses.’
While the two were transmitting their voices, a thin figure in a green Daoist robe appeared on another spirit ship, it was indeed Golden Core cultivator Qingxu Daoist from Luofeng Valley.
This Daoist Master had lived for nine hundred years, and was already in his twilight years.
The three Daoist Masters transmitted their voices to each other, quietly discussing something.
Daoist Master Zhengyang turned his head to look towards the mountains, he vaguely felt something in the shadows watching.
…
Xiong Ba stood respectfully behind the cultivator in green robes, his eyes darting around restlessly.
He didn’t understand why Master Cyan Dragon came to this desolate wilderness in the middle of the night, but as a subordinate, he had no choice in the matter. The master could not tolerate any defiance from subordinates.
He cast a silent, questioning glance toward the black hawk beside him.
The black hawk, aware of the questioning gaze, shook its head slightly, understanding the master’s intentions even less.
Cyan Dragon’s lips curled into a sneer as he murmured under his breath, “Isn’t it too late to know now? Hahaha…”
He let out a wild chuckle, soon lost in the wind that howled past.
“You all can go back. Black Hawk, continue to keep in touch with the Demon King to confirm the timing for the main attack.”
As Cyan Dragon spoke, his body transformed into a black light and disappeared.
He had somewhere to be, to give these human race cultivators a grand gift.
Xiong Ba scratched his head, saying:
“Sneaking around these places every day is so tiring. When can we slaughter these humans till the rivers run red with blood!”
“Rivers of blood? Give it a rest, will you!”
The shadow pursed his lips, thinking to himself, you’re just a Chao Origin level demon cultivator, what makes you think you can speak such big words!
These major human race forces are guarded by Golden Core Daoist Masters.
He lightly leaped into the air, transforming into a black eagle and flew away.
Xiong Ba muttered:
“Many Foundation Establishment Stage human factions around here, why can’t I say rivers of blood!”
…
Wei Songnian was carried into the courtyard, howling in pain. Two Qi Refining Stage disciples gently laid him on the ground and ascended into the sky on Talisman Birds, with many more injured waiting for them to be transported.
Ji An’s eyes swept over to the fat man, shocked at heart, and immediately rushed over.
He saw the man holding his abdomen, with his intestines spilling out.
“Where are you hurt?”
Wei Songnian was drenched in cold sweat on his forehead; he looked at him with effort, his voice tinged with tears:
“Dantian.”
Ji An’s heart sank suddenly; the dantian isn’t a real organ, but conceptualized as a ’lake,’ the reservoir of essence, ever-expandable, and contracted.
If the Dantian and Ancestral Acupoint were damaged, ordinary pills would barely help, leaving one clueless about treatment.
Spirit Medicine capable of healing dantian injuries often aged eight to nine hundred years, within the reach of Chao Origin Stage Cultivators.
For low-tier disciples, an injured dantian almost equates to ruined cultivation.
He hurriedly squatted down, carefully tucking back the man’s intestines, then applied the Rejuvenation Technique.
Emerald spirit light fell like rain, spreading in Wei Songnian’s abdomen, healing external injuries rapidly, yet his expression remained pained.
He didn’t need to guess; there was certainly no improvement.
Tears welled in Wei Songnian’s eyes; he shook his head in sorrow.
For a cultivator, losing cultivation is no different from losing everything.
Ji An pressed his lips, hesitated for a moment, then took out a pale blue jade bottle from his storage bag, pouring out an emerald pill.
The pill had three pill patterns, suffused with spirit light.
’Premium Profound Origin Rebuilding Pill, I can only help you this far.
Treat a dead horse as if it were alive. Let fate decide!’
Ji An sighed in his heart, hesitated no longer, and said:
“Open your mouth!”
He placed the pill in the other’s mouth, closely watching his facial expression.
Upon swallowing the pill, Wei Songnian felt a cool sensation spread down from his mouth.
The coolness entered his abdomen, bringing threads of relief to the fiery pain in the dantian area.
Soon, the cool sensation gently dissipated, giving rise to a warm feeling.
He let his mind sink into the dantian, carefully assessing the injury, then opened his eyes after a moment.
Ji An asked with concern:
“How is it? Is there any effect?”
“Much better, the dantian damage has significantly healed, magical power no longer leaks.
Though there’s slight delay in circulating magical power, spellcasting shouldn’t be a problem.”
Wei Songnian felt a sense of relief coming back from the brink of death. Without his senior brother, his future might have been lost.
No, it wouldn’t just be lost, it would be certainly over.
The sect wouldn’t waste dantian healing pills on him, he was certain of that.
As, if he were the decision maker, he would think the same.
Ji An nodded slightly, exhaling deeply; the other’s dantian injury must have been very minor and not at any critical location, otherwise the Profound Origin Rebuilding Pill wouldn’t have worked.
“That’s good, rest for a period, the symptoms should fade.”
Wei Songnian gingerly got up, gave a deep bow, and said:
“Senior brother’s kindness is like giving life anew, Songnian will remember forever.
Someday, if you need my service, I’ll heed the call without hesitation even to the point of death!”
Without cultivation, he would have to live like a mortal, with drastically shortened lifespan and rapid aging.
Would his partner’s heart change? What arrangements would the sect and family make? All these would become pressing issues.
At that time, he would have no choice at all.
In his heart, he felt thankful once more; gifting the Soul Nourishing Wood had been worth it!
Treasure Plants raised in his family might not thrive well; even if they did, who knows how long before he would see the benefits.
More importantly, without gifting the Treasure Plant to his senior brother, whether he’d have received this pill today would be uncertain.
Ji An slightly turned his body aside, accepting half of the bow, then helped him up:
“We met during humble beginnings; in such chaotic times, we should look out for each other.”
