Chapter 330 Rebuilding Longwu Mountain

Yangji City, twenty years have passed since we last saw each other.

As the autumn wind blew, ginkgo leaves rolled on the smooth streets of the city.

Ning Daoran was just like when he entered the city, wearing a long green gown, and his whole body exuded an aura of eternal youth.

"A foreign cultivator, seeking to see the shopkeeper Liu Yuting."

"oh?"

In the weapons shop, a young man with full blood and vigor came out and said respectfully: "My father has passed away. May I ask if this immortal master's surname is Ning?"

"Exactly!"

"It turns out that Immortal Master Ning is back!"

The young shopkeeper bowed and said, "I am Liu Yuanshan, and I am now the shopkeeper of this weapons shop. My father mentioned Senior Ning countless times when he was alive. I guess you are here to see Zhuo Wuxian this time, right?"

"Martial Immortal?"

Ning Daoran was slightly startled. Could it be that the Zhuo brothers and sisters have already advanced to the Baodan realm? He didn't think too much about it and said, "Well, please lead the way, little shopkeeper."

"Okay, senior, please come this way!"

As the young shopkeeper came to the backyard, it was still the same yard. Ning Daoran felt three strong bloody auras from afar. The strongest one was even in the early stage of Baodan realm. As for the other two, they were in the late stage of Ningye realm, only one step away from the Baodan realm of warriors.

As expected, the one with the highest achievement among the three siblings of the Zhuo family is Zhuo Ting. She started late but achieved early success, and in just twenty years she actually advanced to the Baodan realm faster than her two brothers.

"Uncle Master!"

A figure flew out from the room in the main hall of the courtyard. It was Zhuo Ting.

At this time, her dress was completely different from before. She was wearing a gray and white short shirt that outlined her mature and curvy figure. She exuded a strong sense of true energy, and her pretty face was as delicate as a piece of jade, which formed a sharp contrast with the tyrannical aura of a warrior.

At this moment, Zhuo Ting is both beautiful and capable.

"Uncle Master!"

From the rooms on both sides, the eldest brother Zhuo Yang and the second brother Zhuo Yu also rushed out. Both of them were already middle-aged, full of energy, with blood and strength surging through their bodies.

With the cultivation level of these three siblings, they are among the best in the entire Yangji City, especially Zhuo Ting, who can even compete with the martial immortals stationed in the city. However, they still live in this narrow backyard of the weapons shop, obviously waiting for Ning Daoran, otherwise they would have left long ago and enjoyed this wonderful world like a fish in the sea.

"Um."

Ning Daoran smiled and nodded: "It seems that the three of you have made great progress in your cultivation, especially Zhuo Ting. Not bad, quite good, you have actually successfully achieved the Dan!"

Zhuo Ting blushed: "Thanks to Uncle Master's good teaching, otherwise I wouldn't have achieved what I have today."

"Pack everything up."

Ning Daoran said, "We will be ready to set off immediately. You must not forget that I was entrusted by someone to teach you three the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. Now that your lives have changed dramatically, it is time for you to fulfill your responsibilities."

"Dragon...Dragon Demon Heart Sutra?"

Zhuo Ting was shocked: "What Uncle Master taught us... could it be the famous Dragon Demon Heart Sutra in the martial arts world?"

"Exactly."

Ning Daoran said in a deep voice: "More than 20 years ago, Longwu Mountain was tragically wiped out because of an evil spirit. This Dragon Demon Heart Sutra was passed down by Longwu Mountain's Grand Elder Nie Shentong. I am only your uncle, and your master is Nie Shentong. Now it is time to return to Longwu Mountain to rebuild this sect that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"yes!"

Zhuo Ting clasped her fists and nodded.

Zhuo Yang and Zhuo Yu also showed excitement on their faces. If Longwu Mountain was rebuilt, they would all be heroes who helped to revive Longwu Mountain, and their names would be left in the ancestral hall.

“Swish!”

Ning Daoran slapped his storage bag and took out a huge flying boat. Zhuo Ting and the others didn't have anything good to take, so they took some valuables and said goodbye to the young shopkeeper. Soon the flying boat rushed into the sky and disappeared from sight, leaving only the young shopkeeper looking up at the sky with admiration on his face.

…

Xuzhou, Jicheng.

Twenty-four years ago, a disaster brought by Demon Taisui turned the entire Ji City into a dead city, and the Longwu Mountain on which Ji City relied was reduced to ruins overnight.

Now, more than 20 years have passed. Mo Tai Sui has long been reduced to a "meat pig" in Ning Daoran's Lingpu Cave. Every day, his flesh is cut by the big stupid deer to make true blood pills. However, Jicheng has quickly recovered its vitality. The fertile fields, industries and buildings in the city have not been touched at all. A large number of outsiders have poured in. In just 20 years, the city has regained its vitality.

Ning Daoran took the three siblings for a circle over Jicheng and said, "In the past, Jicheng was protected by Longwu Mountain, which was equivalent to a market town established outside Longwu Mountain. But now the situation is completely different. After the reconstruction of Longwu Mountain, it is not as good as before. Many materials have to rely on Jicheng. From now on, you must build good relations with the market towns and officials of Jicheng. Don't bully others by relying on your high realm. You won't go far if you do so."

"yes!"

Zhuo Yang nodded.

Zhuo Yu pursed his lips and said, "Master... I want to ask you a question... After the reconstruction of Longwu Mountain, will Master be the head of the sect?"

"I will leave once Longwu Mountain is stable, and the leader will be chosen from among you."

"oh?"

Zhuo Yang's eyes became hot: "I wonder who does Uncle Master think is the most suitable to be the head of the sect?"

"Martial arts sects are different from clans. The rules are basically that whoever has a higher realm and a stronger fist will be the leader. So what I mean is... Zhuo Ting will be the leader, and you two brothers will be the deputy leaders."

"ah?"

Zhuo Yang was slightly disappointed.

Zhuo Yu said: "It doesn't matter which of us brothers and sisters becomes the leader. We are all family anyway."

"Um."

Zhuo Yang then nodded with satisfaction.

Ning Daoran, however, was very observant and sneered, "If I say Zhuo Ting is the headmaster, then she is the headmaster. From now on, Zhuo Ting's words are the headmaster's orders. If you two don't obey, Zhuo Ting will kill you without any problem. Do you understand what I mean? You are just Zhuo Ting's subordinates and you are not allowed to overstep your authority."

"Yes, Uncle Master..."

Zhuo Yang and Zhuo Yu only felt a chill on their backs. After being looked at by Ning Daoran, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. A chill ran down their spines and up to their foreheads.

Longwu Mountain.

More than 20 years later, the jungle that was burned by the Fiery Fish Dragon Formation grew again, and the whole mountain was lush and green. The buildings that had not been burned seemed to have people in them. Smoke was rising from the chimneys, and above the main hall there was a dark blue flag fluttering with three words on it.

The Sea-Splitting Gang! "I'll go..."

Ning Daoran frowned, knowing that such a good place as Longwu Mountain could not have remained vacant forever. It must have been occupied by other forces in the past twenty years.

However, the forest of steles on the back mountain is still there, and no one dares to move the tombs of the leaders of Longwu Mountain. Even though Longwu Mountain has been almost wiped out, it is still one of the great martial arts masters in Xuzhou, and these tombs cannot be moved casually.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Boss, someone broke into the mountain!"

Suddenly, a thug shouted.

Then hundreds of people suddenly rushed out from the mountain. Most of them were mortals holding swords. At best, they were stronger than ordinary people, but few of them were brave warriors.

A man rushed out from the main hall, holding a tiger-head sword in his hand. His face was extremely ferocious, and his whole body was surging with the aura of a mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm.

Ning Daoran couldn't help but laugh. Rather than saying that this group of people was the Sea-Splitting Gang, it would be more appropriate to say that they were a group of bandits. The boss was only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. This kind of force was simply not worth mentioning.

"Who dares to trespass into the territory of my Liehai Gang?" the boss raised his long sword and shouted.

"This place is called Longwu Mountain. It is the territory of the Taoist Longwu Mountain. When did it become the territory of your Liehai Gang?"

Ning Daoran flicked his sleeves lightly, and suddenly an object flew out, shining brightly in the air. The object changed rapidly and became several feet long. It turned out to be a token, which was left by Nie Shentong.

"This is the leader token left by Longwu Mountain's Grand Elder Nie Shentong. If you don't want to die, surrender!"

"Immortal cultivator?"

The pupils of the Sea Splitting Gang leader shrank slightly, and he said, "You... you know Nie Shentong?"

"snort……"

Ning Daoran smiled faintly: "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. Either kneel down and surrender, or die!"

As he said this, he gave Zhuo Ting a look.

Suddenly, Zhuo Ting stepped into the air, her whole body glowing with golden blood energy, and her combat power in the Baodan realm was clearly visible.

"Hold...Hold the Dan realm!?"

The leader of the Split Sea Gang almost popped his eyes out, and he knelt down hurriedly with a plop: "I wonder if this martial immortal..."

"He is Zhuo Ting, Nie Shentong's direct disciple. From today on, Zhuo Ting will be the new head of Longwu Mountain."

Ning Daoran looked at them with disdain: "You have occupied Longwu Mountain for so long, you should pay me back. All of you should be kept here for the master to command. If you refuse, I will kill you all!"

"yes!"

A group of members of the Liehai Gang knelt together. Some of them were discerning enough to even kick over the Liehai Gang's banner and suddenly became upright disciples of the Longwu Mountain.

…

Afterwards, Ning Daoran distributed a large amount of spiritual stones, gold and silver, and sent people to Jicheng to invite craftsmen to go up the mountain to rebuild Longwu Mountain. From the mountain gate to the ancestral hall, everything that was needed was rebuilt and repaired.

At the same time, news spread that Longwu Mountain would be rebuilt soon and all the disciples of Longwu Mountain who were stranded outside could return.

According to Ning Daoran's memory, when Longwu Mountain was destroyed, there were actually quite a few disciples carrying out missions outside, including some core disciples.

late at night.

Zhuo Yang and Zhuo Yu lit a bonfire and roasted a sheep.

Ning Daoran set up a ban in the hall and called Zhuo Ting to come in.

"Uncle Master!"

Zhuo Ting clasped her fists lightly, looked at the young uncle with her beautiful eyes, and said, "Is there anything you want to tell Zhuo Ting?"

Ning Daoran raised his hand and pushed, and the gray leader's token flew towards the other party.

"Take this. This is the certificate of the head of Longwu Mountain."

Then, Ning Daoran took out a piece of animal bone and a notebook and handed them over, saying, "This is the original method of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, as well as the experience of the sixth to tenth levels of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra that I reorganized. I believe it will be useful to you. You must keep this complete Dragon Demon Heart Sutra secret book. This item has always been passed down only by the head of the sect. As for whether to pass it on to your two brothers, you can decide for yourself."

"yes!"

Zhuo Ting accepted the treasure, with hesitation in her eyes: "Uncle, my two brothers are more determined than me. In fact... would it be more appropriate for them to be the head of the sect?"

"So, why are you so weak-willed?"

Ning Daoran's eyes suddenly became fierce: "Do you want to go back to that muddy pit and be stepped on like garbage? Or do you want to live those days of hunger and fullness again? You have excellent physique and talent, and God has given you food, so your cultivation speed has surpassed your two brothers. What? You don't want the food given by God? Then don't waste my time and get out of here as soon as possible. You weaklings only deserve to be stepped on in the mud!"

(End of this chapter)