strictlysupreme #496 - Wang Daochang's leisure time
#496 - Wang Daochang's leisure time
Honestly, being the Vice Sect Leader of this Heavenly Evil Sect is quite interesting.
Wang Jixuan originally came here just to investigate and avoid being targeted by the Six Immortals.
But he didn't expect that he would actually be quite… comfortable and at ease here.
Firstly, he has no enemies.
Secondly, he doesn't have to do anything.
Furthermore, he doesn't need to accept disciples or impart knowledge; he's purely a mascot.
The job that the Fat Immortal arranged for him is to occasionally appear in the clouds when he's in a good mood, showing off his heroic figure, to serve as an 'imaginary goal' for those disciples who have just embarked on the path of cultivation, and to become the dream lover of a large number of young girls.
It's not that Wang Jixuan is too lazy, but mainly because the Fat Immortal, Mao Mo, doesn't want Wang Jixuan to interfere in the affairs of the Heavenly Evil Sect.
Daoist Wang has been observing the development of the Heavenly Evil Sect from the sidelines.
The first people recruited by the Heavenly Evil Sect were honest people with above-average aptitude and loyal character, totaling no more than sixty.
This group of honest people cultivated for two months and established the outer sect of the Heavenly Evil Sect, responsible for external purchasing, taking care of the subsequent officially initiated disciples, and supervising the cultivation of the formal disciples.
Then, three hundred boys and girls officially entered the sect.
On the day of the founding ceremony, there were crowds of people, the sound of gongs and drums filled the air, colorful flags fluttered, and immortal light swirled.
Wang Jixuan wore a purple robe, his long hair tied into a high Daoist bun, with two ribbons hanging down on either side of the bun.
In the blink of an eye, he was also an old senior who could sit in the main seat on the viewing platform.
The three hundred boys and girls wore uniform clothing and deeply kowtowed to the Fat Immortal in front of the new sect's square, addressing him as Master.
The Fat Immortal, Mao Mo, nodded with a smile, his eyes filled with emotion.
These boys and girls are all good seedlings with outstanding talents, and they are also the foundation of the Heavenly Evil Sect that the Fat Immortal painstakingly found.
Basically, the subsequent two sect competitions that the Six Immortals need to participate in will rely on this group of boys and girls.
The Fat Immortal, this founding patriarch, is quite thoughtful and has quite the means.
The Heavenly Evil Sect is destined to merge with the mortal dynasties in the future, so in the first batch of disciple selections, the Fat Immortal deliberately brought in more than a dozen 'royal bloodlines'. After the three axes of manifestation, drawing cakes, and establishing prestige, he subdued these royal bloodlines.
However, these have nothing to do with Wang Jixuan.
He's just here to make a cameo appearance.
After the lively founding ceremony, cultivation in the mountains quickly got on track, and the various mountain peaks gradually calmed down.
When this group of boys and girls grow up, the Heavenly Evil Sect will gradually prosper.
The other five families are also more or less the same rhythm.
During the founding ceremony, Wang Jixuan did not see the other five Scattered Immortals, and the Fat Immortal Mao Mo did not intend to participate in the founding ceremonies of the other five immortals.
Daoist Wang fully exerted the principle of asking if he didn't understand and ran to ask the Fat Immortal.
Unexpectedly, Mao Mo shook his head with a smile:
“The six of us are now holding back, wanting to win the top spot in the subsequent two competitions, which concerns the face of the six sects.
“We six families all work for the Beast God Palace, a great immortal palace, and we usually compare openly and secretly. Even if I have good personal relationships with two of them, I have to avoid them recently.
“Why, do you want to investigate the reality of the other five families to see if they have recruited disciples with extraordinary talents?
“Then, if these disciples die prematurely due to some incident, they may suspect you.”
Daoist Wang no longer asked about this matter from then on.
What the Fat Immortal said also made sense.
In this way, the Daoist's main body cultivates and relaxes here, while the Hetero-Soul Puppet, which has just recovered a bit of strength, is engaged in large-scale construction in their first base.
The production and iteration of the Immortal Armor Insects is progressing very smoothly.
This thing is a combination of Blade Beasts, Spirit Slaves, and Mechanical Bodies, replacing biological souls with mechanical thinking, with higher fault tolerance and efficiency, and there is no need to worry about them getting out of control.
However, for the sake of keeping secrets and other considerations, the mechanical core of the Immortal Armor Insects has been set up with multiple self-destruct programs.
They will self-destruct if forcibly activated.
They will also self-destruct if they lose contact with the command center for a long time.
In his second life, Wang Jixuan had carried out research on the miniaturization of formations, and these research results happened to be used on the Immortal Armor Insects.
The Immortal Armor Insects carry multiple formations on their backs, which can effectively avoid spiritual detection—depending on the seriousness of the detector.
The current Immortal Armor Insects are still relatively primitive versions.
But mining is no longer a problem.
Batches of Immortal Armor Insects are constantly being sent out.
Wherever these Immortal Armor Insects pass, cavities and tunnels will soon appear in the lower layers. In just half a year, small earthquakes will occur from time to time in the southern border of this world.
There are not many people there, so Wang Jixuan lets them do whatever they want.
With the sufficient supply of ore, in just half a year, their first base has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Mu Dan is carrying out a brand new research:
【How to efficiently solidify spiritual energy】.
Simply put, it is to create artificial spirit stones.
If this step can be taken, their mechanical cultivation civilization will have a breakthrough progress.
However, Mu Dan has no clue at the moment and is conducting slicing research on various types of spirit stones and spirit mines every day.
Mu Dan misses Professor Shen Qionglin's brain very much.
So does Wang Jixuan.
The base is fine.
The sect is fine.
Daoist Wang's main body is stationed in the Heavenly Evil Sect, and there is no way to talk about love with Amina.
So…
He can finally cultivate in peace!
Occasionally, the Daoist would move a recliner, brew a pot of tea, sit in the warm and gentle shade of a tree, and watch the disciples of the Heavenly Evil Sect meditate in the square.
Occasionally, he would also use his magic power to make a cloud, lie on the cloud with his arms as a pillow, and hold a dog's tail grass in his mouth, letting himself drift with the wind, and thinking about things that have nothing to do with cultivation and nothing to do with the future.
Sometimes he would also miss the days he spent with Ling Tong.
They were shameless, pursuing the original indulgence and the restraint of etiquette.
Sometimes the graceful figure of Amina would also appear in front of him, and he would feel a little itchy in his heart, but it was not to the point of unbearable.
Daoist Wang is not a lecher after all.
Pressure has always existed.
His current pressure mainly comes from the double pursuit of Tianluo and the Dark Sect, as well as that 'weird' Heavenly Dao.
Senior White Bone doesn't know when he will come to pick him up, and he doesn't know where his next stop will be.
And the memories of cultivating in Wangxian Valley in the lower realm in those years have gradually been squeezed out of his mind by the memories related to the earth.
He doesn't like dwelling on the past.
He prefers to cherish the present, especially this rare leisure.
After two or three years like this, Wang Jixuan's vitality was restored.
The Hetero-Soul Puppet also barely recovered to the level of a Scattered Immortal, but unfortunately, due to too much damage, it became more and more difficult for the Hetero-Soul Puppet to recover its strength in the future.
Wang Jixuan originally thought that this peaceful period of his life would have a slight twist during the Six Sect Competition.
But he never expected that the peaceful days would be temporarily broken by a 'small matter'.
……
“Brother Qin, Brother Qin!”
The Fat Immortal Mao Mo supported his belly and rode the clouds from outside the sect.
Wang Jixuan, who was basking in the sun under the tree, immediately got up to greet him, stretched his waist, and asked, “Brother, what's wrong? You seem to be in a hurry.”
“Ah, something happened.”
Mao Mo said solemnly:
“Do you still have an impression of that female immortal from Wan Bone Cave? When we first came, she wore a suit of armor, heroic and sassy, with a tall figure.”
“I have an impression,” Wang Jixuan asked, “What happened to her?”
“She's fine. I had a casual friendship with her before.”
Mao Mo smiled:
“She said that some anomalies have appeared near her mountain gate and wanted to invite me to help her take a look.
“I thought to myself, if I go by myself, and people spread rumors, and the other four families think that I am joining forces with her, that would be unsightly.
“Why don't you go with me, brother?”
After saying that, Mao Mo lowered his voice and added slyly:
“This female immortal is called Qu Man. She was originally a proud person, but unfortunately, something went wrong during the tribulation, and she was rescued by her family and became a Scattered Immortal.
“Her background is quite strong. Her grandfather is a true Celestial Immortal, an elder of the Wan Bone Cave in the Immortal Realm, and he dotes on her.
“Even more rare, she should still be a virgin… Hmm?”
Mao Mo's eyebrows danced, and Wang Jixuan couldn't help but smile bitterly.
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Wang Jixuan sighed, “Thank you for your kindness, brother, but I have a deep blood feud…”
“Then you should try it even more, let's go, let's go!”
Mao Mo affectionately grabbed Wang Jixuan's arm, rode the clouds and flew towards the southwest.
On the way, Mao Mo smiled and said, “What is the most important thing to do in the Immortal Realm? Talent, understanding? Wrong, it's connections.”
“Connections?”
“That's right,” Mao Mo said with emotion, “Having someone above to take care of you is more important than talent and understanding. Of course, what's even more mysterious is luck. If you have good luck, everything will go smoothly. If you have bad luck, everything will be over, hahaha! I'll use a magic trick here, let's go over quickly, here you go!”
In an instant, light and shadow flowed.
Ten thousand miles is but a moment.
Before long, Wang Jixuan saw an immortal mountain surrounded by immortal light, standing among a continuous range of strange peaks and mountains.
As soon as he arrived here, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
No other reason, this place is a bit far from his first base in the southern border, but it is only seven or eight thousand miles away.
“Hahahaha!”
Mao Mo supported his belly and laughed constantly on the cloud:
“Fellow Daoist Qu! I don't know what kind of trouble you have encountered. This poor Daoist brought Brother Qin to help you!”
The immortal mountain below bloomed with light, and layers of formations opened like lotus flowers blooming. A graceful figure wearing armor flew out from the center, and hundreds of teenagers and children could be seen peeking below.
This Wan Bone Cave is also thriving.
Qu Man frowned and stepped forward, cupping her hands in a salute to Mao Mo: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for coming to help."
Then, she sized up Wang Ji Xuan a few times.
"Qin Zheng," the Daoist Priest Wang introduced himself somewhat 'shyly'.
Qu Man nodded slightly: "Fellow Daoist's matter, Fellow Daoist Mao has already discussed it with us. I don't know how to comfort you. The deceased is gone, cherish your own Dao fruit."
"Alas, thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist Qu."
Wang Ji Xuan smiled:
"But if even the blood feud of the sect can be forgotten, not to mention cultivating immortality, even being a person would be lacking."
"Hmm… that's true."
Qu Man nodded gently, her gaze towards Wang Ji Xuan showing a bit more goodwill.
She said: "Please, both of you, sit down for a while."
"Oh, that's not necessary," Mao Mo said with a smile, "Those few are probably watching the two of us. If you encounter any trouble, just tell us, and we'll discuss how to deal with it."
Qu Man then said: "It's just some strange matters. I'm worried that another family is intentionally making things difficult. Fellow Daoist Mao is highly respected, virtuous, and famous, so I sought you out to discuss it."
"Oh?"
Mao Mo immediately raised his head and puffed out his chest, looking every bit the righteous senior.
Wang Ji Xuan couldn't help but think of the image of this fat immortal taking liberties with those mortal women…
Sometimes, he'd rather be blind.
Mao Mo asked: "What exactly is it?"
"Fellow Daoist, please follow me."
Qu Man's figure headed directly towards the southeast, flying out about a thousand miles.
Wang Ji Xuan couldn't help but feel apprehensive again.
That direction… is indeed closer to his base.
A moment later.
Qu Man used great magic power to forcefully pull out a section of land, revealing a square, hundreds of feet deep, giant pit.
The power of a Loose Immortal was displayed vividly.
Qu Man pointed to a neat cross-section below, frowning and pursing her lips.
Mao Mo squatted down and carefully looked at it a few times, using his immortal sense, his naked eyes, and his spells to investigate in turn, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.
Wang Ji Xuan tried his best to put on a puzzled expression, but in reality, he was already using his alien soul to call out to Mudan, telling Mudan to quickly stop all activities of the immortal armored insects.
Had Qu Man discovered something?
It was nothing else, just some traces of the immortal armored insects' activities.
At this moment, on the four cross-sections of the giant pit, there were crisscrossing passages, these passages running through the soil layer, the stone layer, and the groundwater layer. Each passage was only a foot in diameter, and the passage walls had dense scratches.
The spiritual sense could capture many details, such as residual ore debris in some corners, and crooked claw marks in the round halls where the passages converged.
It looked very much like the traces left by some kind of evil monster.
"There are monsters, and in large numbers, coming and going without a trace."
Qu Man said in a deep voice:
"Since I began cultivating, I have always been within the sect, and only moved around in the Immortal Realm when I went out, so I am not very familiar with monsters."
"Fellow Daoist Mao, what race do you think this could be?"
Wang Ji Xuan: What race? These are mining little robots, harmless ones, their combat power is only 5, utter trash.
Mao Mo pondered for a few moments: "It might be the Soul-Devouring Ants that have become extinct in the Immortal Realm."
Daoist Priest Wang: …
"What?" Qu Man frowned tightly, "If it's Soul-Devouring Ants, can we handle it?"
"Don't worry, this is the Lower Realm. Even if Soul-Devouring Ants are discovered, they won't amount to much."
Mao Mo shook his sleeves and took out a shuttle from within, throwing it towards the ground below.
The shuttle drilled into the dense, root-like passages below and began to speed towards the west.
Wang Ji Xuan wasn't worried about this.
Mudan must have taken precautions.
However, how did Qu Man discover these traces? How could Mudan let these immortal armored insects mine all the way to someone else's mountain gate… That's not right, this place is still thousands of miles away from Qu Man's mountain gate.
Good heavens, he was exposed so early.
Wang Ji Xuan put his hands behind his back, frowning and pondering.
Two more streams of light flew over from afar, and soon four Loose Immortals would gather here.
Wang Ji Xuan calculated in his mind.
With the remaining strength of his alien soul, he could still try to fight two Loose Immortals, but he really couldn't beat four.