Using a Wok to Reorganize Life and Fly to Immortality Chapter 66 (Part 2)
TLed by Serena Love
Edited by Liya
Chapter 66(2) - Four Nascent Souls!
Mei Zhen'er saw Su Yu with her hands behind her back, looking down at her from the second floor of Nanxun shop. She was sighing at her and shaking her head.
Mei Zhen'er: "?!"if you are reading this on a site other than puretl(.)com then this chapter has been stolen
After a moment, Taoist Mu flew into the ring.
He was one with the wind. His beautiful beard fluttered like a fairy.
He nodded towards Rong Qianqiu. "Okay, this old man promises you. If I win, you will go to Nanxun with me as a 'guest.' If you win, I will take you to Nanxun."
Rong Qianqiu nodded with a smile but paused in the middle of nodding. "Taoist Mu!"
Just as he was about to speak, a gust of wind came from the gourd on Taoist Mu's waist and devoured him!
[Tiansheng Sect and Nanxun Sect are fighting! Both parties are at the peak of the Nascent Soul. Come quickly.]
[One is Nanxun Sect's former dean of Meditation Hall, who has a strong spiritual sense. It is said that he is comparable to the initial stage of Divine Transformation. One is the direct master of Master Su from the second floor of Nanxun store!]
More and more northern disciples and Nascent Soul elders sent jade slips to each other.
Everyone heard the news and gathered on the market street of the Cultivation Event.
What was the strength of the southern border?
Everyone was curious.
Not to mention Master Su's direct master.
"What kind of immortal master can teach Master Su to be able to refine alchemy and magical weapons... Oh, I heard that she can also form a formation?"
"My God, isn't her master a master of masters?"
"Could it be that the magic weapon he used to compete with others is an alchemy furnace?"
"His magic weapon may have been refined by himself. We will watch it carefully later."
"It won't be the legendary eight natal magic weapons, right?"
Taoist Mu: "..."
No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't hold back his embarrassment.
When he went back to Nanxun later, he wanted to go into retreat!
"Taoist Mu, are you getting distracted in front of me?"
Rong Qianqiu shot the flying gourd.
With a breath, an inscription appeared in a circle in the sky. Right in the middle of this inscription was a dark and cold light that sucked people's spiritual energy. It fell over the head of Taoist Mu.
"The Locking Spirit Formation!" Hang Wan'er almost lost her voice.
The Locking Spirit Formation of the Meditation Hall was designed to allow the disciples to exercise their spiritual consciousness and deprive them of their spiritual energy.
"I should have thought about this," Yu Dong's face was heavy and he stood with Zhu Ying. "Those Locking Spirit Formations on the jade beds are the formations drawn by the master of meditation."
"Yes, haha!"
Rong Qianqiu burst out laughing in the air.
"The Locking Spirit Formation is the technique that this old man is familiar with."
In an instant, Taoist Mu was locked in the air and imprisoned by the formation. It was as if his spiritual energy was completely sucked away by the formation and consumed in a blink of an eye.
His sleeves that floated in the wind were slowly falling down.
The wind energy around him became thinner.
The northern disciples who were watching were panicking.
"Why does it look like this Nascent Soul who left Nanxun is more powerful?"
"The master of the formation has a strong sea of consciousness. He already exceeds other cultivators at the same level. He locked the spiritual aura of Master Su's master, that is, forcing him to compete with his spiritual sense. Master Su's master is falling downwind!"
"Unless this formation encounters a Nascent Soul with powerful consciousness, it will be invincible."if you are reading this on a site other than puretl(.)com then this chapter has been stolen
"The former elder of Nanxun is very powerful!"
Xue Ning lost her mind.
She looked up and found that Sister Su's master was at a disadvantage.
'Why?'
She heard that the Nanxun elites were leaving because they were treated poorly. They were kindly taken in by Miss Mei Zhen'er.
But now, she had seen with her own eyes that this former Nanxun elder was powerful. His cultivation was not even lower than that of their Shuilingmen's elders.
Xue Ning couldn't help but undergo a strange feeling in her heart.
If a strong elder of her Shuilingmen left to go to Tiansheng Sect... would she think that Miss Mei Zhen'er was simply kindly taking them in?
Xue Ning took a step back and her face was pale.
She raised her head and saw elder Rong Qianqiu instantly condense a killing formation shrouding Taoist Mu, who had lost his spiritual energy and was about to fall to the ground. She couldn't help exclaiming, "Ah, be careful..."
But as soon as she made a sound, she saw Taoist Mu floated up again, as if a hurricane burst out from him, instantly blowing out the killing formation.
Xue Ning was taken aback.
Rong Qianqiu was also shocked, "How could it be? Where did you get your spiritual power? It was obviously locked by me?"
Taoist Mu smiled. "Yes. You locked... one Nascent Soul."
A Nascent Soul jumped out of his dantian.
Its whole body was imprisoned by the inscription grey chain formed by the Locking Spirit Formation. It was struggling endlessly, but there was no way to be unchained.
Taoist Mu laughed.
The Nascent Soul bound by the inscription turned around. Behind him, another identical Nascent Soul jumped out. Its body was free!
Rong Qianqiu: ...
Northern disciples: ...
This second Nascent Soul stood up in an instant. His arms were like lotus roots, his calves were thick and the wind danced around him.
It instantly pinched out a spell.
"Rong Qianqiu, you insult my disciples while I'm not around! Take my second Nascent Soul's hit!" Taoist Mu shouted and a hurricane instantly drowned Rong Qianqiu.
Rong Qianqiu was extremely embarrassed. Several lines of blood rushed out of him like he was cut with a knife.
He was full of panic and fear.
He gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Another string of spirit chains fell from the sky.
In an instant, Taoist Mu's second Nascent Soul was blocked layer by layer. The wind elemental aura was immediately imprisoned.
Rong Qianqiu's eyes flashed with joy even though he coughed up blood.
"I didn't expect that you, Taoist Mu, have been missing for many years, and have such a fortuitous encounter in the ancient secret palace. I have not seen anyone with two Nascent Souls." He looked envious.
Taoist Mu had a strange expression.
His fortuitous encounter was not in the secret palace.
Even though his disciple was good, he would not tell a traitor such as Rong Qianqiu about this matter. "Stop talking nonsense. If you still have a few spirit lock formations, just use them!"
Rong Qianqiu laughed. "Could it be that you have a third Nascent Soul?"
Everyone in Nanxun looked complicated.
'Yes.'
'Do you dare?'
Rong Qianqiu snorted coldly, "Taoist Mu, don't play tricks. Do you want to confuse me, make me think that you have three Nascent Souls so I will get flustered and be in a mess? It's useless. To convince you, I will tell you the truth!"
"I have been in the Meditation Hall for two hundred and twenty years. I have been practicing painstakingly every day. Now I can use the Locking Spirit Formation three times. Even if three cultivators at the peak of the Nascent Soul are in front of me, I can still battle one against three!"
Rong Qianqiu shouted loudly, feeling an unprecedented joy in his chest. The lucky charm he wore on his waist was strangely hot, causing his sea of consciousness to surge.
He didn't know why, but suddenly he didn't seem to be happy!
The grievances from the past few days seemed to have been poured out at this moment!
"Taoist Mu, either you or I will have an ending today!"
Rong Qianqiu's eyes were scarlet. A fifth-grade killing formation that was enough to kill someone at the peak of Nascent Soul rose into the sky. It immediately drowned Taoist Mu.
"Ah—that's killing him..."
The onlookers exclaimed.
Xue Ning was even more anxious and was about to take a step forward.
'Why rush to kill!'
At this moment, Mei Zhen'er's persuasion sounded slowly, "No, Elder Rong, be merciful..."
But she was too late.
Rong Qianqiu's fifth-grade killing formation had already inspired the power of heaven and earth and completed the inscription.
Not to mention the imprisoned Taoist Mu, who could not resist, even someone at the peak of Nascent Soul in their heyday would definitely be seriously injured.
The winner was determined.
Life and death were decided.
In disbelief, Xue Ning turned pale and looked at Mei Zhen'er, whom she used to admire the most.
She saw Mei Zhen'er say while teary-eyed. "Elder Rong lost his mind. Senior of Nanxun, I am sorry. I didn't expect him to hate you so much. It's my fault. My Tiansheng Sect will definitely punish him. We will also pay for the funeral of this Taoist—"
But before she could finish speaking, she saw the killing formation being overturned by the strong wind and was torn apart!
With one breath, behind the two Nascent Souls bound by the chain of inscriptions, a new and identical wind-type Nascent Soul jumped out!
Mei Zhen'er: ...
Taoist Mu's sleeves were graceful. He revealed the face of a handsome middle-aged man who was undamaged by the killing formation.
"Hey, it's over. Only the last Nascent Soul remains-"
Before he finished speaking, Rong Qianqiu took out the third spirit-locking formation with red eyes.
Rong Qianqiu had a lot of blood poured out from the corners of his mouth. His face quickly paled and his breath was sluggish.
He looked frightened but ecstatic.
"Why do you have three Nascent Souls... but you are dead now. You can't have a fourth!"
"Look at my fifth-rank killing formation—"
However, as soon as the killing formation condensed, the fourth intact Nascent Soul floated out from Taoist Mu's body in an instant.
The grandeur floated in front of Rong Qianqiu, in front of onlookers in the north, in front of various factions in the south, and in front of Mei Zhen'er.
Rong Qianqiu took a step back.
A hurricane instantly trapped him, crushing his figure to the point of shrinking.
"Ah—" Rong Qianqiu howled in pain.
Taoist Mu walked on the wind and floated in front of him. The chains of inscriptions on the three Nascent Souls melted away layer by layer.
Like quadruplet brothers, a row of four identical Nascent Souls stood in front of the solitary Nascent Soul that Rong Qianqiu took out in a hurry.
One to one? No.
From the very beginning, it was a four-on-one unilateral fight.
Four Nascent Souls jumped up in an instant, waving their sturdy lotus-root-like wind-swirling arms. They punched Rong Qianqiu's Nascent Soul.
All Nascent Soul cultivators from the northern and southern borders felt a chill on the back of their necks.
"Rong Qianqiu, this Nascent Soul in the east of my dantian will take revenge on my disciple's behalf. Who let you stop them from contemplating and enlightening! I will beat you!"
"My western Nascent Soul will take revenge on my own behalf. You insulted my Zhiqiong Peak and regarded me, Taoist Mu, as nothing! I'll beat you!"
"My northern Nascent Soul will take revenge on my Nanxun's behalf. You have betrayed Nanxun's favor for a hundred years. You actually betrayed the sect! I will beat you!"
"My south..."
Taoist Mu's sonorous voice, with immortal style, suddenly stopped.
'Oh dear, I have too many Nascent Souls.'
'I have no more words.'
'Can't think of anything!'
"Anyway, I'll hit you!"
Four on one, one punch after another.
At last, the four Nascent Souls, carrying a sluggish and thin Nascent Soul, brought Rong Qianqiu to Qing Xuan.
"In the fight just now, we made a bet! Rong Qianqiu will be brought back to Nanxun's precept for disposal. He will 'visit' Nanxun for thousands of years!"if you are reading this on a site other than puretl(.)com then this chapter has been stolen
"No—" Rong Qianqiu was shocked.
The onlookers all gasped.
Nanxun... Master Su's master was too fierce!
The Nascent Soul elders of the other eight southern sects looked at each other.
"Cough, my Qingrongmen will not participate in this exchange and competition."
"Hmmm... I quit too."
This Nascent Soul fight was four to one.
All of them could count.
"Congratulations to the Elder of Nanxun for winning first place this year!"
An elder of Jinbamen squinted his eyes at Qing Xuan for a moment.
Qing Xuan smiled.
Yu Dong held his abacus and his peach blossom eyes lit up. He was under the guardianship of the four Nascent Souls of Taoist Mu from east, west, north, and south.
He walked to Mei Zhen'er, who was pale.
"Tiansheng Sect, thanks for your patronage. Please pay the reward for the competition, one-tenth of the ancient spiritual veins, as soon as possible. We will charge a daily late fee of 5% if it is overdue."
Mei Zhen'er's eyes darkened.
She clearly felt a large stream of purple-red luck exit her body. They faintly floated into the figure in a yellow dress on the second floor of Nanxun Shop.
She was shocked and frightened, then spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her Nascent Soul aura instantly fell to the Golden Core.
'No.'
When she collapsed in despair, an elder supported her lower back with a chessboard. Elder Li Yiming frowned. "Miss!"
The major sects in the north and south all looked on suspiciously.
"What's wrong with Miss Mei Zhen'er? Her cultivation has fallen several big realms!"
"Is this madness? Why does it look like a backlash!"
'Miss Mei Zhen'er, who did you attack?'
None of them knew why.
"Looks like most of my luck is back."
Taoist Mu flew into the second floor of Nanxun lightly.
"My sea of consciousness and body is unprecedentedly refreshed as if I was reborn."
Qing Xuan thought deeply. "It seems to be related to Miss Mei."
Elder Zhang waved. "Leave her alone!"
He walked up to Su Yu happily.
"Little Junior Niece Su, after today, our Nanxun will definitely be the first in the assembly. We will earn half an ancient spiritual vein!"
"The head will definitely give you a reward - oh, you are already an elder. Do you want Qing Xuan's position as the head of the Precepts Hall?"
Qing Xuan: "..."
Taoist Mu: "..."
Hang Wan'er: ...
She was already covering her dantian, which was about to break through again.
Su Yu refused without thinking. "It's better for Elder Qing Xuan to work harder."
Qing Xuan coughed lightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
'Thank you for your courtesy.'
While everyone was laughing and talking, Hong Yun stepped forward, "It's too early for you to be happy."
He looked solemn. "After this event, we will have to escort the ancient spiritual veins back to Nanxun. There must be evil cultivators along the way who are bound to steal the ancient spiritual veins."
"We only have Qing Xuan in the early stage of Divine Transformation and five... eight Nascent Souls."
As he was talking, Hong Yun looked at Taoist Mu's dantian, revised his words, and said solemnly. "If several evil cultivators attack together, or if there are masters in Divine Transformation who are hidden from the world, it will be difficult for us in Nanxun to resist."
Qing Xuan frowned. "I didn't expect that at first, and we won another one-tenth today."
Elder Zhang also frowned. "There's no other way, so why don't you call the head over to escort us!"
Now there were only two of them in the Divine Transformation stage in Nanxun.
'Sin!'
Hong Yun sighed and stepped forward.
"Old Zhang, don't you remember what you said the most recently?"
"?"
Hong Yun glanced at Elder Zhang, "Hong Yun, hurry up and cover up the vision of heaven and earth with me..."
Elder Zhang: ...
"My secret talisman can cover the route of the boat." Hong Yun raised his chest.
Everyone was silent.
It seemed that he really could.
But Qing Xuan thought for a while, then shook his head. "Your secret talisman is currently only fourth-grade. You can only hide it from the sky if people are not paying attention. Unless you improve your cultivation base, step into the Divine Transformation, or—"
Halfway through, he stopped.
Everyone understood it instantly.
Unless Hong Yun also had four Nascent Souls... No, unless, like Taoist Mu, he comprehended a little bit of the rules of heaven and earth, so that the level of his secret talisman could be promoted.
They couldn't help but look at Su Yu.
The five-element cauldron in Master Su's body suddenly rolled and vibrated.
There seemed to be another opportunity to show off its skills and it was eager to try it.
'What are the original rules for creating the secret talisman?'
'Secret.'
'Masking.'
When the ancients marched secretly, it was mostly in the dark.
The night was dark and windy.
Did her dirty bun have to come out again?
Traditional sesame paste bun?
Or handmade noodles with squid ink sauce?
Master Su looked at Elder Hong Yun, who was obsessed with cleanliness.
"Okay, as long as Elder Hong can bear it, then I'll give it a try."
Hong Yun: "?"
Su Yu looked at Taoist Mu again. "Master, can I borrow your blender... cough, can I use your whirlwind power?"
Taoist Mu: "?"
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