The righteous path punishes Heaven

Chapter 95 The Patient Fisherman

Ten days and ten nights have passed, and the battle between Quanzhen Taoism and Wudang Mountain has now come to an end. It is clear that Quanzhen Taoism still has a deep foundation. Although the Netherworld Ghost and Pei Jiang, the eldest elder of the Pei family, were seriously injured, the Wudang Mountain side has been almost completely slaughtered.

After Gu Changpeng unleashed his Pengcheng Wanli technique, he had very little spiritual power left. He also had to devote his energy to resisting Mingshan's Wanhun Shixin. With the assistance of the Quanzhen Dao inner disciples and Pei family army behind him, Wudang Mountain was already showing signs of defeat in this battle.

At the crucial moment, Ming Shan comprehended the core usage of the Vajra Bracelet, stripping Gu Changpeng and other highly skilled individuals of their natal magic weapons, thus ultimately defeating their enemy.

Nevertheless, the Vajra Bracelet was ultimately taken by Sun Jie using the Heavenly Tribulation Formless Hand. The oppressive power of that force was both familiar and terrifying to Ming Shan, so neither side benefited from this struggle.

Now that all the aftershocks of the spells have dissipated, Ming Shan raised his right arm, a bone blade materializing in his hand, and coldly shouted, "Gu Changpeng, the Quanzhen Sect will remember what happened today. If you want to learn from this, then get out of here right now!"

Gu Changpeng was no longer able to fight. He snorted in resentment and could only order Chen Tianfan to lead the Wudang Mountain people to retreat and leave the valley.

Ren Jixing also had many injuries. As one of the more powerful cultivators in the sect, they all had the responsibility to fight on the front lines.

At this moment, she stepped forward, fed Ming Shan two healing pills, and then helped him back. Although Ming Shan waved his hands repeatedly, saying that he was fine, Ren Jixing could sense that the old man's spiritual energy was almost exhausted.

Pei Yongjie also stepped forward to help Elder Pei Jiang, who was seriously injured. Unlike Ming Shan, he wasn't stubborn and quickly had Pei Yongjie feed him several healing pills.

At this moment, Lin Huaidong shouted, "Elders! The magic array has been broken!"

Upon hearing this, Ming Shan flew straight towards the cliff. There, he saw that Ren Tianxiong had completely broken the ancient magic array. The stone wall that was originally engraved with the array had also collapsed and disintegrated due to the disappearance of the array, revealing a secret passage behind it.

Ren Jixing became somewhat wary at this moment. Whether it was because of her originally intelligent mind or the strange sixth sense that arose after she became a woman, she felt that there was another group of enemies nearby besides Wudang Mountain.

Thinking of this, Ren Jixing and Ming Shan came to Ren Tianxiong's side, forming a circle with Pei Jiang, Pei Yongjie, and Lin Huaidong. She whispered:

"Our battle with Wudang Mountain just now lasted a long time and made a great commotion, which may have already attracted the attention of other forces. After we enter this secret passage, we must find a way to block the entrance to prevent our disciples from being caught in a trap before they have recovered from the great battle."

Ren Tianxiong nodded in praise of his granddaughter's wisdom, and the others also agreed. Only then did the group slowly walk into the secret passage.

This time, the eldest elder, Ren Tianxiong, who had the most cultivation remaining, led the team. Ren Jixing, together with several other elders, tried to find a way to block the entrance using methods such as seals or defensive magic treasures.

......

Splash splash...

The sound of a stream drifted over, and looking in, she saw a winding creek. The woman in the long robe glanced around, then passed through the cave whose seal had been broken; this was the place that led there.

Strangely, the entrance behind them vanished as a wisp of blue light after the last disciple arrived, leaving everyone stranded on this vast grassland with no way out.

The woman in the long robe gestured for her disciples to stay where they were, while she walked forward along the stream, because she saw a person sitting by the stream not far away.

To avoid startling the other person, the woman in the long robe moved very slowly. As she drew closer, she finally saw the person's face clearly. It turned out to be an old woman who was holding a thick iron rod and grinding it on a rock by the stream.

The woman in the long robe was puzzled, so she squatted down and quietly asked the old woman, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

The old woman didn't seem surprised by the woman's question. Without looking up, she continued grinding the iron rod in her hand and said in a deep voice, "Young lady, I'm grinding this iron rod into an iron needle."

Hearing this, the woman in the long robe thought the old lady was teasing her, and smiled as she spoke again: "Grandma, you must be joking. There's no way you can grind such a thick iron rod into an iron needle."

The old lady shook her head and said earnestly, "Everything requires patience. As long as you have that perseverance, there is nothing you cannot accomplish."

Her hands never stopped moving, and seeing this, the woman in the long robe stopped disturbing her and returned to the disciples, beginning to move in one direction of the grassland.

Although this place seems vast and boundless, they are, after all, cultivators. They can travel thousands of miles simply by flying through the air, and in the blink of an eye, they can fly across this grassland to see what's outside.

However, once they took flight, the woman in the long robe realized something was wrong. The grassland seemed to be much larger and more expansive than she had imagined. She was now at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, with a vast reserve of spiritual energy, but after flying with her disciples for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they still hadn't seen the end of the grassland.

At this point, the woman in the long robe slowly stopped, raised her hand to stop the other disciples, and asked in a deep voice, "How are you feeling?"

One of the disciples, panting, replied, "Huff... Sect Master... I feel... something's strange..."

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be completely drained if he continued flying, so the woman in the long robe had no choice but to instruct everyone to land and rest on the spot to recover their spiritual energy.

She frowned, a few beads of cold sweat appearing on her forehead. The only clue she could get was this secret realm; as for the situation inside, she would have to figure that out herself.

The strange situation she encountered at this moment made her somewhat apprehensive. Everyone knew that the Immortal Ruins were mysterious and fraught with danger. If one went astray, one could very well perish here.

Thinking of this, the woman in the long robe instructed her disciples to continue flying with her towards the edge of the grassland.

Along the way, several disciples ran out of spiritual energy again and had to land, while the rest persevered and continued to advance with the woman in the long robe.

A full hour passed, and many disciples at the Golden Core stage felt they couldn't hold on any longer. But then the woman in the long robe patted her storage bag, took out a dozen or so pills that quickly restored spiritual energy, and threw them to the disciples behind her. In this way, she continued to support herself as she flew.

Another half hour passed, and finally almost all the disciples had reached their limit and were unable to bear the burden, falling to the ground. Only two disciples with the cultivation level of the mid-stage Golden Core stage remained stubbornly following the figure of the woman in the long robe.

The woman in the long robe was deeply moved as she looked at her two disciples behind her, whose expressions were contorted in pain but who still followed closely behind. She reached out her fair hands and took the hands of the two disciples on either side, sharing her own nascent soul spiritual power, and continued to move forward in this way.

Along the way, the woman in the long robe kept recalling the old woman grinding iron rods by the stream. Although this behavior was incomprehensible, she could still understand the principles of perseverance and willpower that the old woman wanted to convey to her.

This is why she still insists on flying out of this grassland.

As darkness fell, she still had most of her spiritual energy remaining. The two disciples beside her, whose faces had been deathly pale, regained some color after sharing her spiritual energy.

Finally, the horizon was no longer green with the grassland, but gradually showed other colors, which proved that they were finally about to fly out of the grassland.

Recalling the disciples who were eliminated along the way, the woman in the long robe could only sigh helplessly. She was not very familiar with this method of sharing spiritual energy, and it was already quite difficult for her to supply the two of them at this moment.

Fortunately, the grassland seemed to be safe. The disciples, whose spiritual energy was exhausted, only needed to stay and recover on the spot, waiting for her to successfully obtain the opportunity before leading all the disciples away safely.

"Leisurely I fish on the green stream, then suddenly I dream of sailing to the edge of the sun..."

Just as the woman in the long robe was about to slow down and land, she heard a low groan coming from the ground. Looking closely, she saw a fisherman sitting on a boat fishing.

But when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the fisherman's face, the woman in the long robe trembled violently and fell uncontrollably downwards, taking the two disciples she was holding by the hand with her with her.

puff--

A large splash of water rose up, and the fisherman frowned, about to take a closer look at what was happening, when suddenly his fishing rod tightened and began to shake.

The fisherman, oblivious to everything else, excitedly stood up, yanked the rod hard, and shouted, "Hey! Hey! It's on the hook! Hahaha! This fish is really heavy!"

But when the fisherman actually pulled up the fishing line, his smile froze. There, on the hook, was a woman, soaking wet, staring at him incredulously, stammering:

"Zhang...Zhang Yunling?..."

The fisherman's expression changed from joy to surprise, and he remained stunned for a few seconds before he reacted:

"You...you are...Dong Wan?!"