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Chapter 706 - 604 Dao Foundation Post Realm

Chapter 706: Chapter 604 Dao Foundation Post Realm

The True Monarch of Yang God is the ultimate foundation of the top ten righteous and evil factions.

And they can live for a thousand years, one by one, unless absolutely necessary, they will never fight to the death.

Even when Qingmu Ridge faced a life and death crisis, the True Monarch of Yang God belonging to it was still unwilling to fight with peers, only prepared to decide the future of the sect through betting.

And at this moment, the result was announced, Qingmu Ridge was successfully elected as the weakest of the ten factions, facing the life and death catastrophe brought by the Killing Life Sect.

This was an alliance treaty signed together by the top ten factions, including Corpse Chasing Sect, Blood Shadow Sect, Haoyang Sect, Flying Immortal Palace, Qingmu Ridge, Feijian Sect, etc., at the Upper God Temple—to maintain the title of the top ten factions. Once a faction is expelled from the Divine Dynasty of Great Zhou, it will replace the weakest sect by cutting meat to feed the tiger!

In reality, this means that any faction that can hold out until now to be expelled is innately much stronger than the ten factions in the Outer World!

Once it becomes the new top ten faction, it must sign a new alliance treaty, and so forth.

If external forces don’t comply, but instead expand recklessly, then the ten factions will jointly encircle them!

Old Ghost Qingmu knows that if he does not agree at this time, not to mention whether he can pass future trials, he won’t be able to pass this one now.

And according to the craziness of the Killing Life Sect’s behavior, they might even not bother to relocate to the Outer World.

Even if they do relocate, they will certainly hope for a comprehensive war, rather than just annexing Qingmu Ridge.

"In this round, I lost."

As Old Ghost Qingmu admits defeat, the occupation of Qingmu Ridge undergoes an eerie change.

The Paper House Cave and the playhouse start to retreat slowly, and many Dao Foundation cultivators of the Blood Shadow Sect do the same.

They return almost fully loaded with the spoils of slaughter and looting.

Of course, some unlucky ones lost their lives here.

The survivors of Qingmu Ridge, almost all of whom are injured, look at all this in amazement... their eyes carry a touch of bewilderment.

In the east, the sky is already bright.

A stream of morning light breaks at dawn, shining upon Qingyu Garden.

"Thank you, senior brother, for healing..."

Fei Yong’s face looks somewhat pale, but he seems okay: "Did we... win?"

"We did not win, it’s just that the Blood Shadow Sect retreated."

Fang Xing shook his head: "When the Killing Life Sect arrives in the future, it might be the real test."

Upon hearing this, the surviving disciples couldn’t help but become as pale as paper.

...

Several days later.

The entire Qingmu Ridge remains in a state of licking its wounds post-war, with a very dreary atmosphere overall.

Even Qingyu Garden, most disciples died in battle this time; such circumstances actually count as quite good across Qingmu Ridge.

The air is filled with a low pressure, seemingly a collective sentiment of confusion about the future among the cultivators.

Inside the tree house.

"Finally... it’s done!"

Fang Xing makes a hand seal, and suddenly a phantom of a green Lingzhi appears around him.

An aromatic aura permeates the surroundings, bringing a new vigor to his body.

"My mana recovery speed is at least five times faster than before... in terms of injury recovery, it’s the same."

"Is this the power of the Fake God called ’Rou Taisui’?"

Fang Xing opens his eyes, his face showing a hint of joy.

Once the Fake God power ’Rou Taisui’ converges, the mana within him instantly breaks through a certain bottleneck, reaching the Dao Foundation Post Realm!

"Dao Foundation Post Realm and Dao Foundation Middle Realm seem only a small realm apart, but they can at least defeat three or four Dao Foundation Middle Realms..."

"After all, this is the difference between two Fake God powers and one."

"Of course, after becoming a Yang God True Person, there is a greater difference in strength between true divine skills and fake divine skills!"

Fang Xing smiles slightly, continuing his closed-door cultivation.

On this day.

Within the tree house, he reaches out and catches a paper crane.

A voice comes from within the paper crane, directing him to go to the Ancestral Master Hall.

Fang Xing thinks for a moment, then dutifully changes into a green long shirt Magic Robe of Qingmu Ridge, and rides a tunneling light to the Ancestral Master Hall.

The Ancestral Master Hall is grand in scale, but at this time, some buildings are damaged, clearly showing the harm Blood Shadow Sect caused Qingmu Ridge that night.

"Brother Fang... *cough cough*... you are here too."

A voice comes, Fang Xing looks over and sees Senior Brother Fei supported by Senior Sister Hong.

But at this moment, Senior Brother Fei’s head of black hair has turned gray, as if he is not long for this world.

"Senior Brother Fei... what happened to you?"

Fang Xing’s face makes a surprised expression.

"During the attack by demon cultivators, I had no choice but to use a ’Mad Devil Life Stealing Pill,’ forcibly unleashing divine skill power... I’m lucky to be alive."

Fei Changnong recalls that night, still feeling some lingering fear.

Even though he ignored his lifespan and crazily consumed pills to enhance his combat strength, when facing several Post Realm Dao Foundation experts, he almost perished.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, for some reason all those demon scoundrels retreated.

Otherwise, he would surely have lost his life.

"In any case, surviving is good."

Fang Xing laments endlessly.

Senior Sister Hong asked Fang Xing a few questions, learned about the situation in Qingyu Garden, and couldn’t help but feel despondent:

’What is this? A crazy person has crazy luck?’

"This Junior Brother Fang has cultivated the Paper Folding Skill, possessing post-realm Dao Foundation combat strength, yet Qingyu Garden is both poor and unruly... In this great tribulation, they suffered surprisingly little loss..."

"We nurture life, preserve our lives, cherish longevity, and seek fortune... only to end up in a complete mess... Could this be destiny?"

Fang Xing had no idea that Senior Sister Hong’s mind was full of such twists and turns.

He walked with Fei Changnong into the Ancestral Hall and saw fewer than fifty Dao Foundation cultivators seated on the mats.

This was unlike when he first joined the sect, where many Dao Foundation cultivators were in closed-door cultivation or out on tasks.

"Is there really only less than fifty Dao Foundation left in the entire Qingmu Ridge?"

Fang Xing glanced around, noticing many Dao Foundation cultivators looking pale, severely drained of Primordial Qi, with many yet to recover from severe injuries.

Before the numerous yellow mats were three green jade cushions, on which sat three Yin God True Persons, all with worried expressions.

This atmosphere was even graver than injuries!

"Indeed... Everyone isn’t foolish, knowing that the sudden retreat of the Blood Shadow Sect can’t possibly be due to our Yang God True Monarch directly defeating their patriarch, it’s most likely Qingmu Ridge conceding..."

"Escaping one catastrophe, and when the Killing Life Sect comes next, not a chicken or dog will be spared."

"Those with a bit of a clever mind have probably already fled the sect in betrayal, seeking to escape?"

Fang Xing mused internally, finding a spot towards the back on an apricot-yellow cushion to sit.

Before long, his expression turned solemn.

The Nature Perception enhanced by Druid’s several promotions allowed him to sense a vast thought rapidly approaching.

Its aura was like a fierce sun, instantly enveloping the Ancestral Hall.

"Greetings to the Ancestor!"

The three Yin God True Persons on the green jade cushions stood up and gave a respectful salute forward.

The other Dao Foundation cultivators quickly followed suit.

After following the general flow and performing the ritual, Fang Xing caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, seeing an elder wearing a green robe, hands hanging below his knees, with unkempt hair and beard knotted together.

"Is this Qingmu Ridge’s Yang God True Monarch? Qingmu Ancestor?"

"It’s said the Yang God True Monarch can live a thousand years... well, that’s decent."

Fang Xing mused as Qingmu Ancestor waved his hand, throwing out two Dao Foundation cultivators: "Enough... I just used my Divine Thought to scan Qingmu Ridge and found these two feigning death to escape, intending to betray the sect. How should they be dealt with according to sect rules?"

"Betraying the sect is the greatest sin, punishable by death!"

A Yin God True Person with a jade-like face, carrying a peach wood sword on his back, spoke coldly.

Having interrogated Fei Changqing, Fang Xing knew this person to be the foremost Yin God of Qingmu Ridge—Qing Yunzi.

"Indeed, in chaotic times, heavy punishments must be used."

Qingmu Ancestor chuckled coldly, casually flicking out two flower seeds.

The seeds landed on the cultivators’ bodies, immediately rooting and sprouting into them.

Soon, they began to grow out from their seven orifices.

These two Dao Foundation cultivators didn’t die, but their bodies trembled, unable to move, seemingly in immense pain.

The Dao Foundation present, especially the Shennong Hall cultivators who witnessed this scene, were horrified.

"The Art of the Medicinal People!"

Fei Changnong muttered and turned his head away, seemingly quite familiar with these two.

Fang Xing understood.

This ’Art of the Medicinal People’ involved using cultivators as fields to plant strange spiritual medicines.

Cultivators seeded with spiritual medicine wouldn’t die, yet they would constantly feel their bodies being slowly crushed by the roots and stems of plants, eroded in every extremity, flowering at the center of their dantian, an agony worse than death.

"Take them away."

Qingmu Ancestor had these two medicinal people taken away, his murky gaze scanning the present cultivators: "In this battle, all those who remain have contributions, the sect’s treasury will be opened entirely for a grand reward!"

"Additionally... regarding the matter of the Killing Life Sect, do not panic overly, the Ancestor already has a foolproof plan."

After intimidating, Qingmu Ancestor began to placate.

After the briefing, he flicked his sleeve and instantly dissolved into a full hall of green light, disappearing without a trace.

"Everyone..."

Qing Yunzi’s face was indifferent, producing a scroll of golden slips: "The battle merit book is here... If you wish to exchange, you can come to the Reward and Punishment Hall to find me."

"This is the exchange list."

Another female Yin God True Person raised her hand, and a jade scroll flew out, slowly unfolding.

Looking at each precious spiritual object, divine skill, and exquisite method among them...

Aside from Fang Xing who remained silent, Fei Changnong, along with other Dao Foundation cultivators, exchanged glances with a thought emerging in their hearts: "Is the sect really done for?"

Fang Xing took a glance and saw many secret transmission fundamental diagrams, as well as powerful magic artifacts, even Dao Foundation Pills and Dao Foundation Spiritual Objects...

"This Dao Foundation Pill, the sect naturally has inventory, as well as dedicated spiritual medicine fields... Just by using rotation planting, ensuring that every sixty years, a few furnaces can be refined, continuously reincarnating..."

"But now, clearly, they no longer care."

"This is both to elevate the sect’s strength and to prevent leaving its foundations for outsiders?"

Fang Xing took another glance, seeing at the very top of the exchange list, an item that made Fei Changnong beside him breathe a bit heavier.

"Divine Skill Membrane—A rare treasure of the heavens and earth, once refined and comprehended by a post-realm Dao Foundation cultivator, it may provide the wondrous insights of divine skill creation, with a two to three percent chance of condensing a true divine skill, advancing to Yin God True Person!"

Fang Xing read the introduction, his eyes twinkling.

Outsiders believed him to be a middle-realm Dao Foundation, with limited lifespan and no hope of advancement.

In reality, he had already reached the post-realm Dao Foundation.

Next, he should consider how to break through to Yin God True Person.

"The item is good, but I lack the battle merits..."

Even considering the Dao Foundation cultivators he killed at Poison Dragon Slope before, Fang Xing’s battle merits weren’t nearly enough to exchange for this ’Divine Skill Membrane.’