Dao Lord: Starting from a Top-grade Golden Core

Chapter 218: Chapter 126: To Break Celestial Permanence with a Divine Technique

Meng Fusheng repeatedly refused, but Xuzhuang didn’t stand on ceremony. He chuckled and said, "If that’s the case, then I won’t be polite with you, Martial Nephew." He then took the Chiwen Kui Body Burner from his sleeve and placed it on the table. "This is a treasure bestowed by Senior Brother Daochen. You can use it to refine Celestial Purity True Sand, so please refine some for me as repayment."

Meng Fusheng accepted the Chiwen Kui Body Burner, examined it for a moment, and said with delight, "This nephew humbly obeys Junior Martial Uncle’s command."

Xuzhuang nodded. "However, this will have to wait until after the Celestial Waterfall Dharma Assembly. For now, Martial Nephew, you should focus on consolidating your cultivation."

Hearing this, Meng Fusheng’s expression turned serious. "Junior Martial Uncle, your trip to the Dragon Image Sect... does this mean you intend to accept their invitation for an alliance?"

When Xuzhuang had returned to Tai Su, Meng Fusheng had been the one guarding True Form Temple, so he was naturally aware of the temple’s current situation.

Xuzhuang took a sip of tea. "You could say I’ve accepted."

Meng Fusheng nodded grimly. "In that case, this nephew truly cannot neglect his cultivation."

Seeing his expression, Xuzhuang laughed. "Martial Nephew, why so serious?"

Meng Fusheng said earnestly, "Since you’ve accepted the Dragon Image Sect’s alliance, Junior Martial Uncle, our True Form Temple will have to face the Divine Flow Sect. You will naturally deal with Chu River, but Mu River is also a formidable character who has refined his Gangyun for several hundred years. This nephew cannot afford to hold you back."

Xuzhuang chuckled at his words. ’No wonder Meng Fusheng was so eager in his cultivation; so this was his worry.’ He smiled and said, "You’ve misunderstood, Martial Nephew. At this assembly, the Dragon Image Sect will deal with the Divine Flow Sect themselves. You won’t be facing Mu River."

"What?" Meng Fusheng was stunned for a moment. "Didn’t you say you accepted the Dragon Image Sect’s alliance, Junior Martial Uncle?"

Xuzhuang said leisurely, "I did indeed accept the Dragon Image Sect’s alliance, but our True Form Temple has other opponents."

At this, Xuzhuang gave a mischievous smile. "Don’t relax just yet, Martial Nephew. The burden you’ll truly have to bear at this Celestial Waterfall Dharma Assembly is far heavier than merely dealing with a single Mu River."

Meng Fusheng cupped his hands. "Junior Martial Uncle, please just give the order. This nephew will do everything in his power and hold nothing back."

"Good." Xuzhuang laughed heartily. "Then in our True Form Temple’s match against the Celestial Permanence Sect, aside from the Nascent Soul Third Layer Great Cultivators, I’ll leave the rest for you to handle, Martial Nephew."

"What?" Meng Fusheng asked, stunned. "The Celestial Permanence Sect?"

Xuzhuang nodded with a smile and calmly listed, "I’ve already discussed this with Fellow Daoist Yang of the Dragon Image Sect. Besides Jiang Chengzi and He Haojun, who are at the Nascent Soul Third Layer, the Celestial Permanence Sect only has three cultivators who have refined Gangyun and five Nascent Soul First Level Cultivators. Overall, they should still be within your ability to handle..."

"Wait... Junior Martial Uncle, hold on!" Meng Fusheng cried out. "Hold on, Junior Martial Uncle!"

Seeing Xuzhuang stop talking and adopt a listening posture, Meng Fusheng gave a bitter smile. "This nephew is not a heaven-blessed genius like you, Junior Martial Uncle. To fight eight Nascent Soul Cultivators by myself, with three of them having even refined Gangyun... I’m afraid I’m not capable of that."

Xuzhuang comforted him, "That may be so, but a great sect of the Five Domains like the Celestial Permanence Sect isn’t like some minor school or faction. They won’t risk their entire foundation being overturned by sending everyone to the Celestial Waterfall Dharma Assembly. The actual number of opponents will be between three to five."

"But still...?!"

Seeing Meng Fusheng’s troubled expression, Xuzhuang couldn’t help but laugh heartily. "Don’t worry, Martial Nephew. I have a method to give you."

Only then did Meng Fusheng let out a sigh of relief. He cupped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me, Junior Martial Uncle."

Xuzhuang said, "I have a Magic Formula. Listen and remember it." After speaking, he recited an incantation and then asked, "Did you remember it, Martial Nephew?"

Meng Fusheng listened carefully, nodded, and asked doubtfully, "Forgive this nephew’s ignorance, but what is the wondrous use of this Magic Formula?"

Xuzhuang smiled faintly, took a bright red Jade Talisman from his sleeve, and handed it to Meng Fusheng. "Why don’t you give it a try first, Martial Nephew."

Meng Fusheng nodded. He raised the Jade Talisman before his eyes and quickly recited the Magic Formula. Halfway through the incantation, the Jade Talisman was already glowing. The moment the formula was complete, he didn’t dare hold it any longer and threw it outward. A flash of fire streaked out and struck the cave wall, instantly burning the stone crimson, almost to the point of becoming transparent.

Xuzhuang clapped his hands and smiled. "It works, as expected."

Meng Fusheng’s eyebrow twitched. He suddenly thought of the strange red-cloud phenomenon in the sky and muttered to himself, ’This is...?’

Xuzhuang didn’t keep him in suspense. "This is a talisman I refined using a Divine Technique. This was just a test version. Before the Celestial Waterfall Dharma Assembly begins, I will finish refining this Divine Talisman. When the time is right, you can use it, and it will surely have a miraculous effect."

Meng Fusheng’s spirits lifted. "So with this, I can annihilate the Celestial Permanence Sect’s Nascent Soul Cultivators in one fell swoop?"

Xuzhuang said, surprised, "How could that be possible?"

Meng Fusheng flushed with embarrassment at the response. But Xuzhuang didn’t wait for his next question and continued with a calm smile, "However, it is more than enough to severely damage the combat strength of the Celestial Permanence Sect’s forces. Besides, you have the Three Elements Elephant Body Technique to protect you, Martial Nephew. You only need to delay them for a bit. Once I’ve taken care of Jiang Chengzi, or perhaps He Haojun, we will be able to win without a fight."

"Yes." Meng Fusheng could only manage a bitter smile. "This nephew will certainly do his utmost."

Xuzhuang made a salute with one hand. "Excellent."

...

Meng Fusheng didn’t stay to talk with Xuzhuang for much longer, taking his leave on the pretext of needing to cultivate. After exiting the manor, he looked up at the drifting clouds, still puzzled as to why True Form Temple was suddenly pitted against the Celestial Permanence Sect. ’The formidable Mu River, whom I considered a great enemy, has been replaced by three Nascent Soul Second Layer cultivators and five Nascent Soul First Layer cultivators...’

’No, according to Junior Martial Uncle, the actual number should be between three and five.’

Meng Fusheng comforted himself with this thought and was about to ride a cloud back when he suddenly saw a beam of golden light shoot up from the peak where the Ancestral Hall was located. It shattered the vast expanse of clouds and vanished into the distance.

"The Profound Yellow Realm... the main sect." Meng Fusheng gazed at the horizon where the golden light had disappeared and sighed softly.

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「Yunmeng Marsh. Inside the Cloud Palace.」

A beam of golden light descended from the sky, pierced through the Chaotic Heaven Hall, and vanished in a flash.

Outside the Chaotic Heaven Hall, Zeng Quanfeng and Zhi Xing stood side by side. Seeing the golden light emerge from the hall’s doors, Zeng Quanfeng said with delight, "It’s here!"

Zhi Xing gave a faint nod without saying much. After waiting for a few breaths, a handsome young Daoist with jet-black hair tied in a topknot, snow-white skin, and eyes like lacquer dots strode out of the Chaotic Heaven Hall. Only then did Zhi Xing step forward, offer a salute, and ask, "Are you the disciple from True Form Temple, Qin Dengxiao?"

It turned out that under Xuzhuang’s guidance, Qin Dengxiao had successfully converted his cultivation of the *One Element Qi Refining Scripture* into the *Tai Su One Qi Scripture*, and had now followed Xuzhuang’s decree to be guided to the Profound Yellow Realm.

Qin Dengxiao currently found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment. After stepping out of the Chaotic Heaven Hall, he saw the familiar—though much more mature—face of Zeng Quanfeng standing beside a Daoist Child, and his heart eased slightly. Hearing Zhi Xing’s question, he quickly saluted and replied, "I am he."

Zhi Xing nodded, took out a talisman, and seemed to verify it through some method. He then said to Zeng Quanfeng, "Since the verification is correct, Senior Brother Zeng, you may take him."

Zeng Quanfeng cupped his hands in a salute. "Thank you, Zhi Xing."

"No need for such formalities, Senior Brother." Zhi Xing smiled. "Later, remember to take him to the sect to register his Daoist records... You’ve been through this once, Senior Brother, so I’m sure I don’t need to remind you."

Zeng Quanfeng replied, "I understand."

Zhi Xing nodded and said, "The Zhenren has a message for you."

Zeng Quanfeng immediately grew excited and said respectfully, "Please speak, Zhi Xing."

Zhi Xing said flatly, "Reaching the Nascent Soul realm is good, but you cannot grow lax in your cultivation."

Joy was written all over Zeng Quanfeng’s face. He agreed repeatedly and was even about to prostrate himself, but Zhi Xing quickly helped him up, said he had other matters to attend to, and turned to leave.

Only then did Qin Dengxiao step forward, perform a salute, and call out, "Junior Martial Uncle Zeng."

Zeng Quanfeng collected himself, sized up Qin Dengxiao, and said, "Dengxiao, congratulations on achieving your heart’s desire."

Qin Dengxiao smiled and shook his head. "And congratulations to you, Junior Martial Uncle, on finally reaching the Nascent Soul realm."

Zeng Quanfeng laughed heartily. "Ai... It’s shameful to say, but I have already been cultivating the Dao for six hundred years! If not for the fact that I was brought to the Profound Yellow Realm and received much preferential treatment from the sect due to my connection to our honored master, when would I have ever reached the Nascent Soul realm?"

He put an arm around Qin Dengxiao’s shoulder and urged, "Dengxiao, my journey may end here, but you still have a great future ahead of you. Now that you are a disciple of Junior Martial Uncle Xu, you must cultivate diligently."

Qin Dengxiao just smiled. "This nephew naturally understands. I will not tarnish the name of our True Form Temple or bring shame upon our honored master."

As they spoke, the two had already walked out of the Cloud Palace. Qin Dengxiao gazed at the boundless sea of clouds before him, a feeling suddenly welling up in his chest like a flood dragon entering the sea—a sense of thrilling freedom. Full of spirit, he said, "Junior Martial Uncle, please take this nephew to get registered as soon as possible."

"This nephew can’t wait to see the wonders of this place I’ve dreamed of for so long."

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