The true energy that had been dormant for nearly twenty years suddenly erupted.

No reservations at all.

The skin is dissolving, bringing with it even more powerful strength.

Within a few feet around Wei Chuanming, his true energy almost condensed into substance, and he smashed forward recklessly.

The Grandmaster risked his life and ignited his flesh and blood.

Decades of practice were gone in an instant, exchanged for a moment of brilliance.

This is the Grandmaster’s strongest moment, but also his saddest moment.

Exchange a lifetime of hard work for a moment of glory.

There is no doubt that Wei Chuanming succeeded.

When life is extremely threatened, when the master's body is about to be burned.

The invisible force that was suppressing him finally released its grip, and the authority of the Grandmaster returned! Blood flowed from Wei Chuanming's eyes, and he laughed loudly, "I am the Grandmaster!"

Boom! A punch was thrown, and even the air was whistling. The ultimate power was accompanied by a huge amount of true energy, which was undoubtedly displayed.

Boom!!! The fist landed on the golden barrier in front of the blood-robed monk. The barrier that seemed indestructible originally was shaking with large ripples visible to the naked eye, flashing wildly.

Without a moment's pause, Wei Chuanming punched out like a dragon, with force running through his whole body. He mobilized all his strength and attacked forward almost crazily.

The true energy is like a grind, and the punches are reflected.

It seemed slow, but in fact, from the time Wei Chuanming came to attack to the time he exploded, it only took a few breaths.

When the fist once again landed on the golden barrier in front of the blood-robed monk, the barrier was finally unable to block it and reached its limit.

It suddenly exploded with a loud bang and dissolved into the space between heaven and earth.

The blood-robed monk was completely exposed in front of the thinner Wei Chuanming.

"you"

It was not until this time that the blood-robed monk finally came to his senses. He stared in amazement at Wei Chuanming, who looked like he had walked out of hell, and felt cold all over.

The strength of this kind of power is probably close to the foundation-building stage! How can a mere native of the lower realm, with little spiritual energy of his own, burst out with such a powerful force? For a moment, the blood-robed monk's soul was surging, and he was about to take action.

But Wei Chuanming's speed was much faster than his.

A lion needs to use all its strength to fight a rabbit.

Wei Chuanming, whose flesh and blood were ignited, had no time to waste. The grandmaster's fighting will and habits had already been embedded in his brain.

The ferocious true energy was like a raging tide, sweeping in all directions and forcibly blocking the blood-robed monk's connection with the spiritual energy. Wei Chuanming rushed forward and struck the blood-robed monk's vital point with his knee.

It doesn’t matter whether the moves look good or not, nor does it matter whether they are exquisite or not. As long as they can achieve the desired effect, they are the best moves.

“Crack.”

With a crisp sound, the jade pendant hanging on the waist of the blood-robed monk suddenly broke, blocking the attack on Wei Chuanming.

However, it is impossible to eliminate all the force.

In an instant, the blood-robed monk's body bent like a shrimp, and the extreme pain interrupted the magic that had not yet been performed.

Wei Chuanming unceremoniously hit him on the head with another elbow.

The pain goes through my head! This time, nothing can stop it.

With a "bang".

Like a bursting watermelon.

A headless corpse fell silently into the curved stream of blood on the cold ground.

Wei Chuanming looked at the headless corpse, sneered, and said, "Cultivators are nothing special."

"Uncle Wei!"

Mo Feng climbed up from the ground, staring in amazement at Wei Chuanming, who looked like a god descending from heaven, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"You are the Grandmaster?"

Mo Feng ran over quickly and asked in disbelief.

They have been together for nearly twenty years. Although all his martial arts were taught by Wei Chuanming, he never thought that Wei Chuanming himself was a master! Over the years, they have encountered many fights and dangerous situations. It was not until today that they discovered this big secret! "Of course I am, what do you think?"

Wei Chuanming raised his head, looked at Mo Feng with his chin, and said with great pride.

Grandmaster, the best of the best, understand? "Too"

Mo Feng was about to clap his hands, but when he looked closely, he saw that Wei Chuanming's body was still burning with black flames. He was immediately shocked and said, "Uncle Wei, fire!"

"Um?"

Wei Chuanming glanced at him sideways.

"You are still stained with black fire!"

Mo Feng said anxiously.

"oh."

Wei Chuanming responded indifferently.

He looked down at the headless corpse at his feet and kicked it.

The headless corpse was thrown into the air like a torn sack, and after rolling on the ground for more than ten times, it gradually stopped.

The true energy around his body gradually converged, but the black fire on his body was still burning him.

It hurts a lot.

"Water, I'll go find some water."

Mo Feng was very anxious and was about to take action when he was pulled back.

"Don't be silly, it can't be extinguished."

Wei Chuanming spat out a mouthful of bright red saliva and spoke as if nothing had happened.

"What should we do then?"

Mo Feng asked quickly.

"What to do, what to do, what to do? You will ask what to do? Just let it sit!"

Wei Chuanming scolded him loudly, "There is no other way, just wait for death!"

Mo Feng stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

Wei Chuanming frowned and scolded, "There are always things that cannot be solved. Why do you always ask? Because you are not strong enough, because you have to fight hard, is it okay? How can there be so many solutions? It's nothing more than sacrificing your life!"

It's nothing more than sacrificing one's life.

If you don't give up your life, you will die first.

Even if you sacrifice your life, you can still get another one.

So what are you waiting for?

It's just a pity that a great master died in such a shabby place whose name we don't even know, and he even exchanged his life with an obviously evil demon. I'm afraid there will be no chance for the story to be passed down.

After all, it's not some grand event.

I didn’t expect that my lifelong wish would still not be fulfilled.

Mo Feng didn't say anything, he just ran like crazy.

He ran to the spiritual plant that was watered with blood and pulled it up by its roots.

"Uncle Wei, eat! He will be fine after eating it!"

Mo Feng said extremely anxiously.

Wei Chuanming looked at him coldly and did not answer.

“Eat!”

Mo Feng was anxious to stuff the spiritual plant into Wei Chuanming's mouth.

".Fool."

Wei Chuanming slapped him away.

Mo Feng staggered and fell to the ground, along with the spiritual plant in his hand.

"It's no use. I know my body better than you do."

Wei Chuanming shook his head gently, sat on the ground with his back straight.

That's fine.

He should have died nineteen years ago.

That being was magnanimous and spared his life, allowing him to escape from the Xia Dynasty unscathed.

It didn't even completely destroy his cultivation. Before he died, he was still able to regain the glory that belonged to the Grandmaster.

A master's death.

That's good too.

Wei Chuanming looked around.

The place was covered in blood.

Countless people were slaughtered by the blood-robed monk and became nutrients to water the spiritual plants.

Now that Mo Feng had pulled up the spiritual plant, the originally bright red blood that looked like moving blood began to turn purple and black at a very fast speed, and an unspeakable stench filled the place.

The corpses placed all around were decaying rapidly, and the air was filled with a foul stench.

In a very short period of time, everything was passing by at a rapid speed, and the people who were supposed to die really died this time.

Wei Chuanming let out a light breath.

The blood-robed monk has committed so many blood debts, and what he wants is a spiritual treasure, and there is still a tangible object.

When he was the Minister of War in the Xia Dynasty, the reason he wanted to start a war was simply to leave his name in the history of the Xia Dynasty.

Whether it is real or empty, they are all just for oneself. Who is more noble?

If he succeeded, the number of deaths would definitely be far greater than it is now, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that there would be mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

No matter how nice the words sound, war is ultimately an act of violence by the strong against the weak.

In fact, he had never thought about spreading the glory of the Xia Dynasty to further places.

Until he became an ordinary person.

Truly step out of the Xia Dynasty and see the world outside.

It’s really not easy to live!

Just to stay alive, trying your best may not be enough.

The Mohist concept of universal love, the Confucian concept of benevolence and righteousness, and the Legalist concept of law are all very good things.

There is a little bit outside, but not much.

It was like a little firefly light in the inky black night.

It is far inferior to the Xia Dynasty.

If I could go back, if I could choose again.

He might start a war again, but this time it would not be for his own name in history.

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pity.

When he was a grandmaster, he couldn't figure this out.

When I am not a master, I feel deeply touched but I am powerless to do anything.

It's like there is an invisible gap between the two.

By the time I realized it, it was too late.

"Mo Feng."

In the silence, Wei Chuanming spoke, breaking the silence.

"Um?"

Mo Feng responded quickly.

"Don't forget what you want to do. Think clearly about why you do it. Being willing to sacrifice your life is not enough. There are countless people in this world who are willing to sacrifice their lives for money, but what is there to praise about that?"

This time Wei Chuanming did not scold him anymore. Instead, he used a very calm voice to explain the most obvious truth.

"A man should be upright when he is born into this world. He should be praised by others, or at least feared.

"If you live a mediocre life and die a mediocre death, like rotten wood in life and rotten grass in death, wouldn't it be a waste of your life in this world?"

Wei Chuanming looked into Mo Feng's eyes and said, "It's a pity that I don't have this opportunity. I did something wrong at the beginning, and when I realized it, it was too late.

But you are still young, and live in a world like this, so you may be able to do something.

If you really want to do something, don't stay in Daqi any longer. You are alone, too stupid, and you may die if you can't save a few people.

Go to the Xia Dynasty, go to the Xia Dynasty. There are people there who are worth learning from, and there are higher people who can withstand the wind and rain, and you can still grow. "

"I"

Mo Feng shook his head and wanted to say something.

Wei Chuanming interrupted directly, "You have to know that even Mozi did not establish the Mohist School overnight.

If it is a rough jade, it will collide with a clay jar without being carved. Isn't the decline of Mohism natural? Mohism despises itself and values ​​others. This is very bad. You should change it.

One day, maybe you can become a great figure in Mohism and denounce Mozi's mistakes? Without Mozi, Mohism gradually declined, but Mozi's morality was still used.

If you can make the Mohist School stronger, why can't you say that you are better than Mozi?"

Wei Chuanming laughed softly. The flesh on his face had become blurred, and blood seeped down from his smile, looking hideous and terrifying.

Mo Feng didn't have time to answer, he tore off a piece of cloth from his body and wanted to bandage Wei Chuanming's wound.

"Go to Xia Dynasty."

Wei Chuanming looked at the busy Mo Feng indifferently and did not try to stop him.

He just said with particular determination: "Go to Xia Dynasty!"

"Uncle Wei, please stop talking."

Mo Feng said anxiously.

But before he could finish his words, Wei Chuanming, who was sitting cross-legged with his back straight, suddenly fell down.

Mo Feng froze in place, not moving for a long time.

The mountains and fields are all silent.

The only person standing there looked like a sculpture, not even knowing where to put his eyes.

The Xia Dynasty lasted 156 years.

Liu Qingming no longer had the heart to study the formation.

Every few days I would stare into the sky in a daze.

Many monks in the Xia Dynasty palace often did this.

Even Emperor Qizhi would often look at the sky when he had free time.

According to Liu Qingming, since Zhen Chi had replied to his letter, it should be enough for him to arrive within one or two years.

But three years have passed, where is he? How come he hasn't even brought back a message? This is undoubtedly quite puzzling, and accompanied by a bit of panic.

Some things, knowing they are coming, will certainly increase people's stress, but if they don't come on time, the stress will increase several times.

Did the news leak out, causing higher-level beings to intervene; or did Zhen Chi encounter an accident, so he failed to arrive on time? Either consequence was something the Xia Dynasty could not afford.

The best possible outcome would be that Zhen Chi had other things to do and thus delayed his trip to Xia Dynasty.

But there should be some news! Waiting is really tiring.

"Reporting to His Majesty, another person from the Fish Dragon Guards has been promoted to Foundation Establishment!"

While he was thinking about it, a monk from the Fish Dragon Guard came running and reported new good news.

The Xia Dynasty has not remained unchanged over the years.

What is visible to the naked eye is the significant increase in the number of cultivators, along with the emergence of foundation-building cultivators.

It took twenty years to build the foundation, which was much faster than the time spent in the Buzhou Mountains.

But are the monks of the Xia Dynasty really more talented?

Not really.

Firstly, it is because the world is now reviving and is no longer comparable to the Buzhou Mountains. The supply of spiritual treasures collected by the Xia Dynasty far exceeds that of the Buzhou Mountains.

Secondly, it is because the immortals who came down to the mortal world have elixirs that can increase their cultivation.

At least Si Mingguan had a lot of them on him, and he also knew how to make pills.

The current situation is no longer comparable to the small and struggling situation in the Buzhou Mountains.

Compared with the self-cultivation in the past, it is not impossible to cut the time spent into half now.

Moreover, those with superior spiritual roots will naturally be carefully cultivated, and there will never be a shortage of spiritual medicines, so the time required for accumulation will naturally be greatly shortened.

Since the immortal descended to the mortal world, all the Fish and Dragon Guards have been dispatched, and the method of cultivation is no longer a secret.

The Xia Dynasty also began to openly test the qualifications of practitioners. Now, in just a few years, there are already thousands of practitioners in the country.

Of course, the Xia Dynasty could not support so many practitioners.

Even the more than 500 Fish Dragon Guards are now being raised with great difficulty, and it is still extremely strenuous. If it were not for the assistance of Si Mingguan of the Wanfa Alliance, the Xia Dynasty would have collapsed.

The higher you advance in your spiritual practice, the more resources you will need.

Practitioners in the early stages of Qi training do not need many resources and can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on their own.

But when one reaches the middle stage of Qi training, one begins to need spiritual treasures, otherwise the time required for practice will increase significantly.

When it comes to the later stages of Qi training, one or two spiritual treasures are simply not enough. If you really want to practice to the ninth level of Qi training, it will probably take more than ten years.

Xia Chao didn't dare, nor did he want to wait like this, so he simply smashed it hard and built a foundation, which was enough to at least face the ordinary situation today.

As for the other thousands of practitioners, except for those with extremely high talent in practice, they can only be guided by Xia Chao and practice hard on their own.

It was not until this time that Emperor Qizhi realized the value of the medicine.

So what if there are thousands of practitioners?

Can you afford to support him? If you can’t, then he is not really one of yours and you can look for another opportunity.

He finally understood why most small immortal sects only had a few dozen people.

It's not that we can't recruit them, it's that we can't support them even if we recruit them! We can only watch helplessly as some of the talents that originally belonged to the Xia Dynasty flow away to other places.

Sometimes, being too strong can also cause distress.

It is really painful and happy.

"good."

A smile also appeared on Emperor Qizhi's face. After all, this was good news.

Until the guard told him another piece of news.

The Xia Dynasty's spiritual treasures have run out.

Good news: We have established the foundation.

Bad news: He really lost all his money.

"I see."

Emperor Qizhi rubbed his brows and said, "You go out first."

If this problem is not solved, the Yulong Guard will not be able to pay the salaries.

The path to immortality is obviously a relationship where one with a higher realm can crush the other. Spending a large amount of spiritual treasures to cultivate and build the foundation is also for the purpose of having someone to hold up the facade.

But after all, the Xia Dynasty had a vast territory, and having just a facade was far from enough.

Relying on saving money is doomed to failure.

We must find a way to open source it.

Mr. Gu, can we open up spiritual fields outside the Gu family courtyard? By the way, there are still many lawless cultivators outside, and the wealthy foundation-building people of the Xia Dynasty should also make some contributions! (End of this chapter)