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Chapter 633 - 545: Shocking appearance: Duobao Hunyuan Sutra?!!

Chapter 633: Chapter 545: Shocking appearance: Duobao Hunyuan Sutra?!!

After a little idle chatter, Wang Zijia broke the silence: "Let’s not stand around here any longer, let’s find a place to chat over tea."

"Why settle for tea when I have a few jars of five-grade top-grade spirit wine that I brought from the Divine Capital? Let’s go drink!" Li Shengshi suggested.

"Great!"

"Let’s go!"

"... ..."

The six people chatted as they walked out together.

When the others left, Li Xingming, who had tried to blend into the background, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The room was filled with antiques from eight thousand years ago - all his ancestors.

He hadn’t even reported the current state of Changbao yet. He was hoping to drag it out and let his grandfather, Li Wangzu, take the blame.

After all, the situation in Changbao had not arisen under his leadership!

Therefore, he absolutely did not want to draw the attention of his revered ancestors!

He found it somewhat absurd that a man of his age could still fear meeting his elders.

What a world!

... ...

On the shore of the Black Pond of the Sword Burial Valley, there was an elegant courtyard designed half on land, half over the water, giving the illusion of a ferry dock stretching out into the lake.

In this lakeside courtyard was another elegant estate with pavilions and kiosks, the waterside garden, and a lush willow forest.

At that moment, five men and one tortoise were drinking an incredibly pure spirit wine, stored for thousands of years, sharing stories of their individual experiences over the years.

Wang Zijia and Li Shengshi were half-laying on the rooftop, their posture identical.

One arm was stretched behind their heads; one hand held a wine jar; one leg was straight; the other was bent.

Nong Shaoyong, the farm boy who had grown into a burly man, was seated next to them.

Cold Sword ’Ye Youyu,’ the cool and icy person, was propped against the corner of the rooftop with a sword, drinking his wine in the same position.

Only Ye Youqing, was perched on the beam of the roof, watching this warm scene unfold.

Everyone drinking and chatting, watched as the vast white clouds gradually turned into a colorful sunset, as if their calm lives were slowly gaining color.

Slowly, the sunset descended, the bright moon rose, and starlight sprinkled over the landscape.

The long-separated friends seemed to have endless stories to tell, particularly Li Shengshi who came off as quite talkative after his initial display of dominance.

Having drunk the five-grade spirit wine for most of the day, even Wang Zijia felt a slight buzz.

Looking forward to a rare night of drunkenness, he decided not to switch his status.

"Ninth Brother!" Under the dim starlight, a half-drunk, half-awake Li Shengshi muttered.

"Hmm?" Wang Zijia responded subconsciously.

"I’m so glad you’re back!" Li Shengshi said sideways, looking at Wang Zijia’s profile, his eyes a bit blurry, as if recalling distant childhood memories.

He, who was somewhat paternalistic, genuinely missed the man beside him.

Not only Li Shengshi, but also the Five Big Heads who were raised by Wang Zijia for half a year, all developed some paternal emotions.

A child, in his purest years, meeting an almost perfect ’father’ could fill the entirety of his childhood memories.

Wang Zijia didn’t turn his head, but looked up at the sunset with his hand resting behind his head, drinking his wine, smiling lightly. "I hope you won’t resent what I’m going to do next."

"Whatever you want to do, Ninth Brother, I’ll support you!" said Li Shengshi earnestly.

"Right! Master, whatever you want to do, we’ll support you!" Nong Shaoyong echoed.

The Ye siblings didn’t speak, one held a sword, and the other one stood quietly, silently watching Wang Zijia. Their silence said it all.

"Even if I were to lead you to the Devil Gate for exorcisms, would you still support me?" Wang Zijia asked.

"Hahaha, I’m good at that!" Nong Shaoyong laughed heartily.

"Ninth Brother, you don’t take us seriously. We’re not the little kids that you used to worry about or the ones you were afraid would get lost. Over the years, we’ve fought with the little monsters from the Devil Gate for three to five hundred years!"

Coming to this realization, Li Shengshi returned to his previous position and looked up at the stars, a smile of happiness on his face, and said:

"After you left, we’ve been fighting the little monsters from the Devil Gate for at least three to five hundred years!"

"Exactly! Before we entered slumber, we fought a big battle against the Yuan Shen Cultivators from the Devil Gate. But we lost some ground, and now we need to retrieve it," Nong Shaoyong added.

Even the usually silent Cold Sword ’Ye Youyu’ chimed in: "After the tangle with the Devil Gate for so many years, and sleeping for six thousand years, it’s about time to test my sword on those little monsters and stretch my muscles."

"As long as you don’t blame me, it’s fine. Some time ago, the Devil Gate annihilated two realms for its own selfishness and destroyed dozens of dynasties on the border. Hundreds of billions of ordinary people lost their lives. I just couldn’t stand by and do nothing."

With those words, Wang Zijia revealed a brilliant smile, clean, clear, and pure.

The Four men and the tortoise paused all at once, their expressions dreamy, their gaze distant.

It was this smile, this face, that filled their entire childhood memory. It was the very thing that kept them persevering in the mire of the Divine Capital, and it remained in their hearts even during the bloody battle against the Devil Gate that lasted for hundreds of years!

Even after eight thousand splendid years, Sword Immortal Sheng Hong was still the same Confucian Sword Immortal from their memories, pure as ever!

How wonderful!

"Ninth Brother!"

"Mmm!"

"Seventeen is lucky to have you. That’s great!"

"How old are you? Still acting like a spoiled child?"

"No, I’m not!"

"Alright, if you say so. Can you still drink? Don’t go crazy in front of the younger generations outside our quarters later. How will you face people tomorrow?"

"You’re underestimating me! Seventeen is not a child anymore!"

"Sure, I got it!"

"..."

The night was enigmatic like a sail on water, the stars sparkling in full bloom, and the moon at its zenith. Eight thousand years had passed and finally they’ve reunited, the sight worth a second glance.

...

It was late at night when everyone started to slumber one after another, mildly intoxicated. They were escorted back to their respective rooms.

Only Wang Zijia remained on the rooftop, insisting to sober up completely.

He seemed to be waiting for something quietly, or deep in thought.

When everyone had disappeared, and the night was silent.

"Come out," Wang Zijia muttered.

"Swish, swish!"

In response to his call, several men dressed in black and disguised as martial arts apprentices appeared one after another from within the courtyard.

They knelt half-way towards the rooftop under Wang Zijia to pay their respects, "We, Dark One (Dark Three), have met the tower owner!"

Indeed, the newcomers were none other than the first-generation disciples of Wanyu and Daqian’s hidden faction.

After glancing at the crowd, Wang Zijia said, "Stand up, all of you are already powerful Yuan Shen cultivators, there’s no need for such solemn ceremony."

"The tower owner has not only saved our lives but has also nurtured and recreated us. We will never forget this enormous debt of gratitude," they responded as they stood up one after another.

Wang Zijia floated down, peered at them for a moment, then said, "When I founded the Hidden Tower, I said it would never belong to any particular group."

Hearing this, they immediately bowed and said, "We understand, teacher!"

"First, fill me in on the situation within your two factions," said Wang Zijia, striding towards a stone table in the middle of the courtyard and took a seat.

Dark One and Dark Three glanced at each other. Dark One spoke first, "After we entered the Three Sects, many years passed before the Seventeenth Prince made his move, enabling us to become God Monarchs and gradually improve ..."

It took them most of an hour to give the general situation.

Wang Zijia nodded, "I’ve got a good grasp of the situation now. I’ll give you three days to go back and get things in order. We’ll see what resources we can muster."

"Three days from now, we will declare war on the Devil Gate."

"Declare war?" The crowd was taken aback, and they all looked a little puzzled.

"Yes, declare war. We have been entangled with the Devil Gate for nearly ten thousand years. It seems that another full-scale war like the one eight thousand years ago is about to start. The current situation is in our favor if we strike first," answered Wang Zijia.

"We understand!"

"That’s all for now!"

At these words, they all paid their respect to Wang Zijia and vanished one after another.

As for Wang Zijia, under the vast moonlight, he started spacing out for a while.

...

The next day, in the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain.

After completing another False Spirit seal, Wang Zijia drained himself and took out the Secret Book of Primordial Magnet Dual Sword Technique. He started studying it carefully while supplementing his Qi.

He had been fiddling with this sword technique for over half a month. Gnawing at it bit by bit every day, stumbling along the way, he should be able to grasp it completely today.

In all honesty, Wang Zijia hadn’t pored over a secret book like this for a long time, not since reaching the Perfected realm.

In most cases, he would just read it several times, and within one or two days at the most, he would have grasped and memorized it. Struggling with each bit, as he was doing with this book, was something he had not done since his childhood, when his Spiritual Roots and Dao Consistency were still unformed.

About an hour later, as the last rune disappeared from the book, it turned into a piece of parchment. Wang Zijia had finally fully comprehended the Secret Book.

Primordial Magnet Dual Sword Technique (Not Yet Started 30,000/300,000)—High Level Fourth Grade.

Primordial Magnet Dual Sword Technique: In ancient times, when everything was blessed by nature, the Spirit treasure was naturally formed, and the Divine Powers evolved. This is called the Primordial Magnet. It could manipulate the Five Elements, invert Yin and Yang, and rotate the Qiankun, which was a startling Guru.

A Guru built on this Divine Power and formed a book. This Chapter includes sword techniques, Sword Formation, and the ritual refinement method of the destined Sword Tool.

The Primordial Magnet Dual Sword Formation can manipulate and invert Five Elements, and it can also invert Yin and Yang, and reverses Qiankun, which is a special spatial Sword Formation.

The Primordial Magnet Dual Sword Technique, the mother sword in hand, radiates Sword Qi across the Nine Provinces, the child sword hidden in the heart, a mouthful of swords can take a person’s head from a thousand miles away. The Twin Swords, together, can break the Sky-breaking Escape Technique.

The Primordial Magnet Dual Destiny Sword, the mother and child dual swords can refine the Primordial Magnet Divine Light, reversing the acquired and achieving the innate, is the ritual refining method of the supreme treasure.

Special Tip: The Primordial Magnet Dual Sword Technique is an ancient classic secret transcript and a supreme magic art. It is one of the nine parts, this is the basic entry Chapter.

Also included are: Taiji Diagram, Three Talents Formation, Four Images Stick, Five Elements Talisman, Six Dao Wheel, Seven Stars Lamp, Eight Trigrams Furnace, Nine Palaces Bell.

Combined, you can form the " Duobao Hunyuan Sutra," which is a sacred book of magic art that surpasses the Nine Grades!

The way of magic art, the Lower Three Grades are techniques; the Middle Three Grades are methods; the Upper Three Grades are classics; the Sacred Three Grades are sutras.