Mythological origins

Early the next morning, several carriages set out from the rebel camp.

One of them carried the old man, two carried his guards, and the remaining carriage was stuffed with nine selected young men, heading to the Qixuanmen headquarters located in Feixia Mountain, Taizhou.

Unlike the well-fed, strong and muscular guards, these young men from refugee families were all thin.

Four guards could fill a whole carriage, and there was still some space for nine young men to sit in the carriage.

No one in the refugee camp wanted to get to know others, and a group of young men who had been beaten countless times by life fell into silence.

No words along the way.

…

Feixia Mountain, formerly known as Luobao Mountain, is said to be the place where the true immortal Baibao Xingjun fell during the ancient battle in the immortal world, and his remains turned into the Luobao Mountain Range that stretches for thousands of miles.

But the times have changed. Luobao Mountain was later occupied by a martial arts sect, Feixia Sect, for a hundred years. The name was changed to Feixia Mountain because it violated the taboo of Marlboro, the head of a generation of Feixia Sect.

Although Feixia Sect disappeared later, the name of Feixia Mountain has been preserved to this day.

Today, Feixia Mountain is controlled by Qixuan Sect and is also the location of the Qixuan Sect's headquarters.

Under the management of several generations, the core area of ​​this mountain range has been built like an iron barrel by Qixuan Sect.

A certain ambitious sect leader even once made a bold statement that even if the imperial army of Daqian came to attack, they could not do anything about this place.

"Baibao Xingjun..."

Bai Mo had no impression of this name, but he did not believe in such legends.

Because in the Daochen Immortal Realm, generally only a very small number of top golden immortals or people at the level of Daozun would add the word Xingjun to their names.

But such an existence, whose true body is comparable to a domain in the mortal world, is really a complete relic, how could there be only a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles?

At most, it is just a long hair that has fallen off.

…

"Qixuan Sect is a famous sect in Taizhou. This is Old Mo..."

Along the way, a middle-aged man who looked like the old man's follower kept talking to the group of young men selected from the refugees, boasting about the style of Qixuan Sect and the identity of the old man.

The old man was sitting alone in another carriage, not knowing what he was doing.

From the middle-aged man's description, they also learned that the old man's surname was Mo, and he was a master of medicine. He was also a senior guest elder of Qixuan Sect, specializing in dealing with various difficult and complicated diseases in the sect.

The main reason for coming to the refugee camp was to use these refugees whose lives were as cheap as grass to test the effect of the new medicine he had recently invented.

Of course, what he said was very smooth, just constantly describing the old man surnamed Mo as having noble medical ethics and superb medical skills, and providing medical treatment and medicine to refugees everywhere, and the medicine he provided was his latest achievement.

Bai Mo noticed that this Doctor Mo seemed to have a very complicated relationship with many people in the righteous army. When the carriage left just now, many big figures of the righteous army came out to see him off in person.

Combined with the "master's bold words" heard from the middle-aged man, he guessed that the righteous army might be supported by the Qixuan Sect behind the scenes.

...

The young man who begged to take his brother with him yesterday, now both of them were huddled in the corner of the carriage.

Bai Mo only took a glance and saw that the so-called "brother" was actually a "Didi", a little girl who spent a lot of time on her self-degrading image.

With fluffy and messy hair, stains all over her hands and feet, and a face covered with coal dust, she looked like a standard homeless beggar.

As if they found that they were being stared at, the brother and sister still looked a little nervous even though they were now in a safe carriage.

The precarious life in the refugee camp for several days had obviously left a profound impact on them.

…    “These are the few young men I picked. Let them participate in the selection inside the sect tomorrow.”

“Understood.” Manager Zhao, who was welcoming the group at the main hall, said with a flattering smile.

The old man surnamed Mo has a very special status in the Qixuan Sect. Although he is nominally a guest official, he has used his medical skills to save the lives of several high-level gang members.

Even though adding people temporarily does not conform to the rules of the gang, an outer sect manager will not offend Mr. Mo, who has a special status in the gang, over these trivial matters.

“Come here.”

The manager quickly called a few servants.

“Send the young men to the Bamboo Forest Guest House at the back to rest.”

The Bamboo Forest Guest House is a separate courtyard for the outer gate to welcome guests. It only receives guests from the Qixuan Sect. Generally, young men who participate in the selection inside the sect do not have such treatment to stay.

However, for the sake of the old man surnamed Mo, Manager Zhao specially arranged for them.

"Everyone will gather in the back mountain at sunrise tomorrow."

"Yes!"

...

"Compared to the chaos outside, this place is really a paradise." Bai Mo lay in this rather quiet house, and continued to slowly sort out the huge memory belonging to the Taoist Master.

The mortal body he took over was too slow to process memory information.

The memory of a Taoist Master for thousands of years is so huge. Even if the residual soul only carries a small part of it, for ordinary mortals, it is still a lot of information that cannot be read in ten lifetimes.

"What should I do in this life?" A very serious question suddenly appeared in Bai Mo's mind.

When he was the Demon Sun Immortal Master, he was invincible in the sky and the world.

Even the guys who turned into human calamities to block the path during the tribulation have all been sent into reincarnation by him, and there is no enemy that needs revenge.

Although for the cultivators at the level of Daozun, being sent into reincarnation does not mean death.

But if they want to come back to life, they may have to recover for thousands of years first.

The only possible enemy may be the Heavenly Dao.

However, when he was the Demon Yang Daozun, Bai Mo had made countless attempts on the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao has always been very fair to those things that cannot threaten itself. Even if Bai Mo recovers to the level of Daozun, as long as he does not try to take that step, the Heavenly Dao will not cause him any trouble, just like a program that will only be triggered under fixed conditions.

If you don't actively challenge its bottom line, you won't be hammered.

Moreover, the life span of Daozun is endless. Daochen Immortal Realm has never heard of a Daozun who died of old age, was beaten to pieces by enemies, and had his body parts suppressed in various Jedi places in the Immortal Realm for a long time.

"Then spend some time to find the so-called 'historical text'?"

Bai Mo once again played with the jade pendant in his hand. He always felt that this historical text seemed to be inextricably linked to him.

After thinking it over, he only found such a target that could barely be considered a goal for the time being.

As for Qixuanmen or Daqian, in the eyes of the former thousand-year-old monster, there is really not much difference, and they are destined to be just passing scenery.

A mortal organization with a history of only one or two hundred years is no different from a mayfly that lives in the morning and dies in the evening.

Even the so-called thousand-year-old family and ten-thousand-year-old sect are far less long than the time he has spent to achieve Dao Zun.