MF-novel #234 - Xiantian Bagua Furnace
#234 - Xiantian Bagua Furnace
Chapter 233 Innate Eight Trigrams Furnace
The bloodline of the human race contains the greatest secrets of the world, born with wisdom. However, the demon race is different. Even the offspring of great demons require their elders to painstakingly seek out various natural treasures to awaken their intelligence after birth.
Later, a sage emerged from the demon race and cleverly instructed the great demons to use the human bloodline to reproduce. The resulting offspring could directly awaken their intelligence, avoiding a state of ignorance. Then, they would cultivate the path of bloodlines, refining their ancestral blood essence, transforming from human-demon hybrids into half-demons, and eventually completely transforming into demon beasts.
"How did Chen Sanliang get mixed up with the demon race?" Zhang Chen looked at Chen Sanliang's receding figure, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.
However, Zhang Chen quickly regained his senses. What Chen Sanliang did was not his concern.
Zhang Chen looked at Han Suzhen's grave and couldn't help but sigh. He decided to leave Han Suzhen's body here for now, as her corpse had been transformed into a stone sculpture that could last for billions of years. Moreover, he didn't have a stable residence at the moment. Even if he were to take Han Suzhen's body, he wouldn't know where to put it.
After Zhang Chen paid his respects to Han Suzhen, he leisurely returned to his lair. Looking at the hundreds of thousands of hornets, a look of gratification appeared in his eyes. The more hornets he gathered, the greater his assistance would be in the future.
He was not good at close combat. If the Pingbian Prince's Mansion were to encircle him in the future, he would have them taste the power of the hornets.
Zhang Chen fed the hornets and the falcon, then returned to Gou Lan County to hide, waiting for Xie Lingyun's news.
In fact, Zhang Chen was not disappointed. Xie Lingyun brought news the next day.
Inside the inn.
Zhang Chen brewed tea for Xie Lingyun. After brewing the tea, he filled her cup: "It's a coincidence, but I already have news about the terrain you wanted to inquire about."
"Where is that terrain?" Zhang Chen's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
The God-Smiting Whip was of great importance, as it was the foundation for his future life. How could he not value it?
"It's not far from the Tomb of the Emperor's Daughter. The Fifth or Sixth Master of the Pingbian Prince's Mansion went mad and set fire to the mountains. I led the people from the Inspection Division to control the fire and happened to see the terrain you wanted," Xie Lingyun said.
"Take me to see it quickly," Zhang Chen's eyes were filled with joy.
Xie Lingyun nodded upon hearing this: "Let's go now. We might even catch a good show."
"A good show?" Zhang Chen asked curiously.
"The battle for the tree coffin and the body of the ancient demon god is coming to an end. The chief of the Inspection Division in the north has invited experts from the imperial family of the court. The experts from the court are carrying a portion of the mysterious power of a twelfth-order god, intending to compete for that supreme fortune. Although the Pingbian Prince's Mansion has some foundation, it is still vulnerable to the power of a twelfth-order god. I'll take you to see how the Pingbian Prince's Mansion meets its misfortune. The Pingbian Prince's Mansion's attempt to transform into a dragon and walk as a flood dragon almost allowed them to succeed, and the court is already furious, determined to teach the Pingbian Prince's Mansion a lesson," Xie Lingyun said, her voice full of triumph.
The two left the city and climbed the mountains again, watching from afar as the sun-遮天蔽日 flames burned, the black smoke billowing, half of the sky a fiery red, which was very scary.
The two climbed far away to a mountain dozens of miles away, standing at the top of the mountain and looking at the former Tomb of the Emperor's Daughter, which had now been turned into ruins.
"The Fifth or Sixth Master is crazy! The Pingbian Prince's Mansion is also crazy! Setting fire to the mountains like this will surely deplete a lot of luck!" Xie Lingyun looked at the soaring flames, a look of emotion in her eyes.
Zhang Chen touched the flying sword suppressed by the five-colored light in his sleeve, feeling a little guilty. If he hadn't snatched the Fifth or Sixth Master's flying sword, the Fifth or Sixth Master wouldn't have been driven to desperation.
But his Five-Colored Divine Light is really easy to use!
"Look, is the special terrain you mentioned here? This place is indeed a bit strange. The feng shui formation of the Tomb of the Emperor's Daughter was broken, and hundreds of miles around were affected. The mountains either directly moved their positions or directly cracked open, but this place was not affected in any way, as if there was a mysterious power guarding it," Xie Lingyun pointed to the mountain dozens of miles away and said to Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen looked from afar and saw eight mountains in the distance, arranged according to the position of the Innate Eight Trigrams, just like an Innate Eight Trigrams diagram, which looked very peculiar.
"That's right, this is the Innate Eight Trigrams Land I want. This place contains the pattern of the Innate Eight Trigrams Furnace, which can attract earth fire to refine treasures, and is a rare place of creation for refining treasures," Zhang Chen's eyes lit up when he saw the terrain.
"Those are just eight mountains. Even if it's the so-called Innate Eight Trigrams you mentioned, how can it be used to refine treasures?" Xie Lingyun asked with a curious expression.
Zhang Chen smiled upon hearing this: "This is the art of Qi refining and immortal cultivation, and outsiders cannot see its mysteries."
"Qi refining and immortal cultivation?" Xie Lingyun fell into thought upon hearing this: "I carefully studied the Qi refining classics after I went back, but I still couldn't find the way. Are you deliberately deceiving me, kid? Could this Qi refining and immortal cultivation technique be fake?"
Xie Lingyun felt that this Qi refining and immortal cultivation technique was not reliable and was simply a trick. Otherwise, why hadn't she entered the door yet?
With her talent, even the most difficult cultivation method should have been mastered.
Zhang Chen glanced at Xie Lingyun upon hearing this: "When I refine treasures, Sister, just watch and you will naturally know that what I said is true."
Xie Lingyun glanced at Zhang Chen upon hearing this: "Okay, I want to see what's so mysterious about your so-called treasure refining."
Zhang Chen's mouth curled up after hearing Xie Lingyun's words. The reason why he invited Xie Lingyun was certainly not because he was idle and afraid that his secrets would not be exposed enough. He suddenly remembered that the old dragon of the Pingbian Prince's Mansion was hiding under this land. In case his treasure refining caused any disturbance, Xie Lingyun could also help him.
Zhang Chen carefully looked at the terrain of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and golden light flowed through his eyes. He saw that the eight mountains had mysterious Qi flowing, and the eight mysterious Qi presented eight colors, corresponding to the eight forces of the Innate Eight Trigrams: wind, thunder, fire, earth... The eight Qi then converged towards the center of the eight mountains, and then the eight Qi rotated in the center of the mountains according to some wonderful rules, turning into a chaotic aura.
"It really is a land of creation, truly incredible," Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
However, now everyone's eyes are gathered here, and it is not the best time to refine treasures. He needs to wait for the Pingbian Prince's Mansion's incident to subside before he can quietly refine the God-Smiting Whip.
"Come, let's sit here and wait to watch the show," Xie Lingyun found a bluestone to sit down and waved to Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen sat down with Xie Lingyun and saw that the Pingbian Prince's Mansion's guards in the distance had turned into small black spots, like ants, shuttling through the mountains.
“The Prince of Pingbian's Mansion is about to conscript labor in the Northern Lands, gathering civilians to excavate that tree coffin. It's a pity they miscalculated. Without reaching the Yang God realm, they don't understand the heavenly might of a Yang God. The Prince of Pingbian's Mansion's plans are in vain,” Xie Lingyun said.
Zhang Chen nodded upon hearing this, waiting to see the imperial court's methods. This place is the Northern Lands, the territory of the Prince of Pingbian. It won't be easy for the imperial court to snatch food from the tiger's mouth on the Prince of Pingbian's territory.
Thinking of this, Zhang Chen suddenly remembered something: “By the way, I forgot to remind you, that Zhang Shicheng's soul hasn't been seized, nor has it been reincarnated. Instead, it's hidden on this land.”
“The Bureau of Inspections already suspects as much. After all, the transformation of dragons and the walking of jiaos hasn't ended yet, indicating that Zhang Shicheng still has a backup plan. However, the Bureau of Inspections can't find the old dragon's whereabouts either, leaving them helpless and only able to passively wait for his next move,” Xie Lingyun said.
At this moment, it was midday when suddenly a figure flickered in the distant sky. The figure stepped on the void, covering dozens of miles in one step. After a few steps, it had already landed on the ruins of the great tomb: “By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: This demonic god tomb is of great importance. The demonic god's corpse and the great tomb's coffin shall be brought to Hao Jing together. Respect this!”
The voice spread mightily, proclaiming to all living beings within a hundred miles.
“The Great Sheng Emperor's decree is here! Guards of the Prince of Pingbian's Mansion, retreat immediately!” The figure stood proudly in the void, looking down at the beings below as if they were a group of ants.
Across a hundred miles, Zhang Chen couldn't clearly see the other party's appearance, only that they were wearing luxurious purple robes, looking incredibly majestic. A vast and overwhelming pressure descended, and even though they were a hundred miles apart, Zhang Chen felt a stagnation in his breathing.
“This person is the number one expert in the inner palace, the Emperor's Chief Eunuch, Dugu Qiu. He has attained the Yang God realm for one hundred and eighty years. His cultivation is incredibly profound and can be called the number one person in the imperial palace. He protects the current Emperor's safety, is responsible for suppressing the entire imperial city, and is the current Emperor's absolute confidant. If not for the appearance of the Longevity Tree, I'm afraid this person wouldn't have left the inner palace even half a step,” Xie Lingyun explained the person's background to Zhang Chen.
“Even if he has attained the Yang God realm, his lifespan will never exceed two hundred years. Dugu Qiu's lifespan is nearing its end, and he is determined to obtain the Longevity Tree. If he can obtain the Longevity Tree to extend his lifespan, he may have a chance to break through to the tenth realm, defying fate and living another five hundred years!” Xie Lingyun said.
“In fact, it's not just Dugu Qiu. Some old fellows of the imperial family, upon hearing the news of the Longevity Tree's appearance, are probably unable to sit still either. Longevity…,” Xie Lingyun's eyes revealed a hint of longing.
Zhang Chen remained silent upon hearing this. Who wouldn't want to live forever?
Meanwhile, in the distance, with the appearance of Dugu Qiu, the crowd below stirred. The Prince of Pingbian walked out from the crowd, looked up at the old eunuch standing proudly in the void, and a serious expression appeared in his eyes: “When the late Emperor enfeoffed me with the Northern Lands, he once said that everything in the Northern Lands belongs to the Prince of Pingbian's Mansion. The imperial court's actions are against the rules. Are you, a eunuch, perhaps falsely conveying the imperial decree, intending to ruin the Emperor's reputation?”
“Under the heavens, there is no land that is not the Emperor's. On the shores of the land, there is no subject that is not the Emperor's servant. I don't care about any rules. Since the Emperor has issued a decree, then I must obey it. The fortune within this demonic god tomb is what the Emperor has personally designated, and I must take it away. You quickly lead your subordinates to retreat down the mountain, or else, if I take action later, the heavens and earth will collapse, burying your army. Don't blame us then,” Dugu Qiu's voice was filled with arrogance.
“Bastard! I am the Prince of Pingbian, a dignified prince. How dare you, a eunuch, even think of fighting me?” The Prince of Pingbian's Mansion was furious.
Dugu Qiu didn't answer the Prince of Pingbian's words but instead used actions to reply.
Dugu Qiu grabbed at the mountain ruins in the void. Instantly, the rubble of the ruins shook, and countless surrounding mountains trembled. The countless pieces of rubble seemed to have lost their gravity, quietly floating up. In an instant, they covered the sky and sun, revealing the tree coffin.
Then, the overwhelming rubble gathered, transforming into a large palm, covering the sky and sun, directly reaching for the tree coffin.
The palm covered the sky and sun, probably the size of five or six basketball courts, scaring the soldiers of the Prince of Pingbian's Mansion into retreating. The warriors who had refined their Qi and blood were nothing more than ants in the face of that sky-covering hand, no different from ants.
The Prince of Pingbian's expression was livid with anger at this time. Secular royal power was indeed vulnerable in the face of extraordinary power.
“Mister Wu-Liu!” The Prince of Pingbian looked at Mister Wu-Liu.
Mister Wu-Liu smiled wryly: “This power has already transcended the ordinary and cannot be resisted by human strength.”
The Prince of Pingbian's expression was livid: “The imperial court is forcing me! Fortunately, I'm not without preparations. Today, I'll see if the imperial court will still underestimate my Northern Lands after an ancestral Yang God of the imperial court falls in the Northern Lands.”
As his words fell, the Prince of Pingbian reached into his sleeve and took out a strand of hair. The strand of hair was ignited, and it directly transformed into a phantom, which was Qingqiu White Fox, Bai Cang.
“Did the Prince send a message to me because he has thought it through?” Bai Cang said with a smile.
“I want that tree coffin!” The Prince of Pingbian said through gritted teeth: “As long as the demon race helps me seize the tree coffin, I will open the White Bone Great Wall and let your demon race enter the pass.”
“That's right. Your ancestor, Zhang Shicheng, transformed into a dragon, which is also a part of my demon race. He is still the supreme true dragon of my demon race. We are one family. When Zhang Shicheng truly succeeds in transforming into a dragon, it's not impossible to compete for the demon emperor of the future demon race either,” Bai Cang said with a smile.
“Don't talk about those things that may or may not happen. Now, the imperial court's Yang God has come to compete for the tree coffin. What method do you have to kill him? This person dares to be so contemptuous of my Northern Lands. I want him to die here!” The Prince of Pingbian's voice was full of coldness.
“As long as you shield the Prince of Pingbian's Mansion's seal, the imperial court's twelfth-order mystery will lose its monitoring and sensing of the Northern Lands, and the Tiger Clan's ancestor can cross the White Bone Great Wall to suppress that Dugu Qiu for you,” Bai Cang said with a smile.
Hearing Bai Cang's words, the Prince of Pingbian's expression hesitated. Although he was determined to cooperate with the demon race, this matter was too important. Once he took that step, his Prince of Pingbian's Mansion would probably become a traitor to the human race, condemned by the people of the world.
“You must consider it quickly. If you are late, the tree coffin will be taken away. Even if the Tiger Clan's ancestor arrives, he will be powerless to turn the tide,” Bai Cang said with a smile: “Do you want fame, or do you want a twelfth-order deity to appear in your Prince of Pingbian's Mansion? Consider it yourself.”
What does he want?
The Prince of Pingbian raised his head and looked at Dugu Qiu in the sky. Even a eunuch could ride on his head. Did he still need to consider what he wanted?