Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Mei Zhenyi was a silent gourd, his personality almost the complete opposite of his master, Yuan Zhilin. No one knew how they hit it off. Of course, it might have been Fire Crow Taoist's request. Mei Zhenyi's talent was good, similar to Han Ji's.

Therefore, Zhang Yuanjing had Han Ji travel with him.

The two quietly approached and squeezed into the crowd. There were men, women, and children, mostly middle-aged and elderly. On the periphery, there were many young loafers watching the excitement and taking the opportunity to grope and take advantage.

Han Ji took out a piece of broken silver and easily found out the situation from a young loafer.

The local people were worshiping an immortal named "Feather God." More than a hundred years ago, the always peaceful Long River had inexplicably developed some invisible and intangible strange poison, causing a large number of fish to explode and die, and people who drank the water died with severe abdominal pain. Crops irrigated with the water also withered and died. This situation occurred in thousands of miles along the Long River.

At that time, the Great Qian Emperor posted a notice offering a large reward for someone who could control the water, but to no avail for several years. The Great Qian, which was originally prosperous in all industries and rich in the country, quickly weakened after this turmoil. People scattered everywhere, and the towns were desolate.

Two years later, an immortal with red feathers on his back flew from the sky and landed in the capital of Great Qian. He took down the notice posted by the emperor and spent half a year restoring the Long River.

So the emperor named him "Feather God" and built temples along the Long River, offering sacrifices and tributes in all seasons.

Since then, the Long River no longer experienced large-scale outbreaks of that poison, only occasionally appearing in a certain section of the river. Once this happened, the local government would organize the people to make sacrifices, asking the Feather God to come and save the people from the water and fire.

The original tributes were spiritual medicines collected from deep mountains and swamps, and some strange and unique things, which had to be searched for in the mountains thousands of miles away to the east and south. This was undoubtedly a very dangerous and arduous labor for the local people, and thousands of people died or were injured every year.

The Feather God was basically responsive to requests and would appear in time to clean up the poisonous substances in the water. However, in recent decades, his requirements for sacrifices have become higher and higher. At first, he only added worldly gold and silver. Later, he demanded six beautiful virgins.

Fortunately, the number of times a section of the river was poisoned was not many, usually about once every twenty years, which the people could still bear.

This section of the river had a problem five days ago. The city government immediately organized the people to move all kinds of spiritual medicines and treasures accumulated over the years to the front of the Feather God Temple, and selected six virgins from ordinary farmers' families, and started the sacrifice overnight.

According to the young loafer, the Feather God would descend after three days and three nights of sacrifice, accept the sacrifices, and clean up the river. Tonight was the third night.

Han Ji asked Mei Zhenyi to keep an eye on the crowd, while he went back to report to Zhang Yuanjing.

When Zhang Yuanjing heard that the black particles had only appeared a hundred years ago, he was very disappointed. The existence of the Redfin Fire纹 Fish had been at least several thousand years, obviously having nothing to do with this "Feather God."

This "Feather God" might be an amazing immortal to mortals. In Zhang Yuanjing's view, he was just a cultivator, and mostly a low-level cultivator, using the means of投放 and removing those black particles to fool the people and extract wealth from them. These things were actually not very useful to a cultivator.

He didn't plan to pay attention to it, because there were too many such things to manage. Not to mention this remote place, even the tens of millions of miles under the rule of the Xuan Tian Sect were countless.

However, Zhang Yu thought that this Feather God was a bad person. Asking for spiritual medicine and treasures was fine, but he also wanted young girls. He was simply a lecher, not like a cultivator at all, and must be punished.

Zhang Yuanjing had no way to deal with her. Thinking that it was also a kind of experience, he asked Yuan Zhilin to take Han Ji, Zhang Yu, and Zhang Jun to the front of the temple to wait for the Feather God to descend.

Around the beginning of Yin time, when the crowd was sleepy, a sword light cut through the night sky, coming from the southwest. The speed was not fast, and it took a long time to reach the sky above the temple.

Zhang Yuanjing had already discovered this person. When he approached, he used a mass of mana to shield the three Qi Refining disciples, so as not to be noticed by this person.

This person was only at the twelfth level of Qi Refining. He didn't have red feathers on his back. He had a white beard and white hair, and looked dignified, with the appearance of an otherworldly expert.

As soon as he appeared, he caused an uproar in the crowd. The younger ones had probably never seen it before, with faces full of envy and curiosity, and some were pointing and pointing, without much fear.

The older ones immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the person in the sky, shouting "Feather God have mercy."

The white-haired cultivator in the sky was not in a hurry to speak. After everyone had worshiped for half a quarter of an hour, he "coughed" and cleared his throat, and said in a strong voice: "Okay, the Feather God already knows your affairs. I am a servant of the Feather God, and I am specially sent by the Feather God to eliminate disasters for you. You should disperse, and the river water will return to normal after noon tomorrow."

The people below immediately shouted words of thanks and kowtowed non-stop.

Zhang Yu couldn't wait to speak, but was stopped by Zhang Yuanjing, who said to her: "Looking at this person's lifespan, he is only eighty or ninety years old, definitely not the Feather God who descended on the capital of Great Qian a hundred years ago. Let's take a look first and find out who is behind him."

The white-haired cultivator landed his sword in front of the temple, not bothering with the fanatical believers. His eyes swept casually over the spiritual medicines and money, and he nodded slightly. Then he turned his eyes to the six beautiful girls, and his eyes flashed with obscene expressions.

He took off the storage bag from his waist, and with a wave of mana, he took away all the tributes on the ground. He walked lightly to a girl, carefully looked at her a few times, and tapped her on the back of the neck, knocking her unconscious and putting her into the spirit beast bag. Then, he did the same to the other five girls.

After doing all this, he sacrificed his flying sword and flew away.

Those mortals who were kneeling and kowtowing all shouted in unison, "Respectfully send off the Feather God's envoy."

Zhang Yuanjing took the three disciples, together with Yuan Zhilin and Mei Zhenyi, and quietly followed behind this person.

This person flew about fifty miles upstream of the river, took out a cyan jade bottle from the storage bag, pulled out the stopper, and poured it down. Suddenly, silver shavings fluttered and fell into the river.

Zhang Yuanjing took advantage of the cover of the weeping willows by the river, quietly approached, and grabbed a handful of the silver shavings. He saw that they were hair-thin linear hard objects, about two inches long, with a cool feeling inside. He checked it with his spiritual sense, and found that it contained water-based spiritual power, but it was quite mixed.

He immediately understood that this person was using water-based spiritual power to neutralize the fire-based power in those black particles, making it peaceful.

In this way, this person's means were very clear. This also shows that this person knows the source of both the black particles and the silver shavings.

After this person poured out the silver shavings in the jade bottle, he didn't come down to see the effect. After collecting the jade bottle, he flew southwest on his sword.

"Let's go, we'll follow him!"