Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 528 - 449: Pursuing the Fleeing to the North + - 450: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes_4

Chapter 528: Chapter 449: Pursuing the Fleeing to the North + Chapter 450: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes_4

"I was just about to divine the future," Fang Chengdong said with a smile, stroking the five neatly aligned strands of his long beard, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. With a flip of his palm, five copper coins appeared.

"The Decree..."

He muttered under his breath, raising his hand outward, and the five copper coins transformed into murky trails of water light, charging in five different directions.

An ominous and indescribable dark aura emerged atop the hillside.

"Eh..."

"How can there be nothing?"

Fang Chengdong, his face full of disbelief, formed a spell with his hands. He raised an eyebrow, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of heart’s blood, reciting the spell once more.

This time, something stirred.

Suddenly, a faint shadow materialized on the hillside.

As the shadow barely took shape, a faint golden light rose from the ground and chanting sounded faintly.

The shadow dispersed with the wind, leaving no trace behind.

Crack...

The sound of something shattering emanated from the grass around.

No need to ask; the copper coins had exploded.

Fang Chengdong "pfft" spewed out a mouthful of blood, his breath slightly weakened, his voice tinged with shock and anger:

"This is preposterous. Brahma Heaven Sect’s bald thieves are everywhere. Ah, so the mastermind behind all this is here."

Gu Mingxiao was also visibly shocked, "It seems the root of the matter is here. No wonder Junior Brother Zhang died so quickly. If a high-ranking person from the Brahma Heaven Sect was involved, it would have been difficult for him to survive even if he wanted to."

"Let’s find out why Junior Brother Zhang, having returned to Huangze County, went back to Zhao Mountain..." Gu Mingxiao suddenly spoke up, feeling the need to investigate the matter, starting with who Zhang Taiyan had conflicts with. Basically, this would help to pinpoint the enemy.

Fang Chengdong, however, shook his head, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, "No need, Senior Brother Gu. The inside story is quite clear. A hundred years ago, a Blood Fiend appeared in Jiangzhou, causing a monstrous sin. Monk Xuanming of the Brahma Heaven Sect vanquished the fiend in Xiling County, earning great merit and fame for this deed, and was thus selected to enter the Prajna Secret Realm of the Brahma Heaven Sect.

A hundred years have passed, and now the Blood Fiend has reappeared. Monk Xuanming has emerged from the Prajna Secret Realm, ready to traverse the world and collect more merit, to improve his cultivation. The motive behind this is not hard to understand."

"What a monk Xuanming," Gu Mingxiao also inwardly sighed.

To those at the bottom of society, the world appeared to be orderly and bound by clear laws.

The more venerable and respected individuals were, the more they commanded reverence and worship.

The royal family and the Immortal Sect were exalted and worshipped, with no one daring to defy them.

However, in the eyes of cultivators like Gu Mingxiao from the Immortal Sect.

Things were not that simple.

All that talk about virtue and cultivating one’s disposition.

It was all false.

The path of cultivation was perilous and unpredictable. With so many competing, chances were limited; one had to fight and scramble, rather than wait in line for their share.

Take Qi Fortune, for example— if you have more, I have less.

Can you spare some for me, so we all benefit?

In reality, you can’t.

If you give it to me, you might become Divine Martial, live over a thousand years without dying, while I’m only True Martial, living up to five hundred years, even that would be a blessing from my ancestors.

That concession means losing five or six hundred years of Spring and Autumn.

Who would dare give it up, and who would willingly make the sacrifice?

Without fighting to the death, they might as well have no ambition.

When the end comes, without any further progress, they cannot blame others.

Moreover, if your cultivation is weak and your combat power low, enemies will come to oppress you, who would bear such a thing?

Hence, to the higher-ups, the world was always the survival of the fittest. Moral teachings and laws were meant to fool others and prevent conflict.

Having fewer enemies and more friends secured enough benefits to further oneself towards longevity.

"Monk Xuanming’s approach, while not commendable, is nothing out of the ordinary. He captured the Blood Fiend, released it, and laid the groundwork to repeatedly claim merit, amassing Incense Prayer Power and boundless Qi Fortune. His tactics can’t be considered to be not shrewd...

However, this time he has overstepped with the Cloud Water Sect, and that is intolerable..."

Fang Chengdong thought of his sect’s fallen True Inheritance disciple, who had died under the Divine Blood-Dissolving Sword, his eyes filled with a cold glint.

"Just wait. As soon as the third Spirit Tide arrives, our strength will greatly increase. Even if the Blood Fiend hides within the formation, it will pose no threat, and we will surely eradicate its body and spirit."

"That’s how it should be. The Cultivation Technique of the Blood Scripture is peculiar. Lacking Spiritual Mechanism, one only needs a deep Blood Pool and enough Blood Essence to wield vicious and fierce methods. Fighting him now would be to exploit our own strengths and target his weaknesses. Let’s patiently wait."

The two Inner Residence Elders glanced towards Jiangzhou’s Brahma Temple and then towards Guangyun, sighed, and disappeared into the wind.

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