Chapter 56

What is this? This is a thick thigh that fell from the sky!

Wen Zhong, the Grand Tutor Wen!

He was a disciple of the Golden Spirit Holy Mother of the截教 (Jie Teaching), possessing great magical powers and profound Daoist arts. He was also the Grand Tutor in the court of King Zhou, the last ruler of the Shang Dynasty. As a senior minister who had served three dynasties, he was both a scholar and a warrior, dignified and respected, skilled in military strategy, and one of the most important figures in the Shang Dynasty's three armies.

His master, the Golden Spirit Holy Mother, was a beloved disciple of the Supreme Master of the Upper Clarity. Wen Zhong himself was righteous and had extensive connections among the disciples of the Jie Teaching. With such a powerful patron, the Laoshan Sect would have a louder voice among the cultivation sects.

As for how Xuan Kong guessed the identity of Han Zhi Xian, it wasn't actually that difficult.

Among the twenty-four heavenly deities of the Thunder Department, only three were goddesses: the Lightning Goddess Golden Light Holy Mother, the Cloud Goddess Caiyun Fairy, and the Wind Goddess Han Zhi Fairy. Among these three goddesses, the one with a fragrant herbal aura could only be Han Zhi Fairy, who was a spirit of plants.

"I just don't know what kind of plant spirit Han Zhi Fairy is. If I had known, I should have begged her for a strand of hair that night. If I had it, I might have been able to absorb some of her divine aura by keeping it in my mouth."

Xuan Kong sat in the carriage, practicing his breathing exercises, his mind wandering far away.

He couldn't stay in that town any longer. He had caused quite a bit of trouble there, and Xuan Kong suspected that he was somehow clashing with the town. He quickly sent Wang Qi to compensate the innkeeper for the damages, bought a carriage from the inn, and left the city early.

The innkeeper, who had been livid, was not afraid even when he saw Xuan Kong display his divine powers in the sky, and continued to curse him. However, once Wang Qi placed a silver note in his hand, his attitude changed completely. He helped with the preparations, saving a lot of time.

Wang Qi sighed, thinking that in the secular world, some people were so bold that they dared to curse even the gods to their face.

Unfortunately, they were all driven by greed, bustling about for profit.

Indeed, "The world does not know the goodness of the immortals, only the pursuit of fame and profit remains." He leaned against the carriage, singing a Daoist ballad while rubbing his neck. He didn't know why he had suddenly fainted that day, and what had happened during the thunder calamity.

When he asked Xuan Kong, his senior brother just held a handkerchief and laughed foolishly, as if possessed by a heart demon or an external evil.

"Only I, Wang Qi, am the most carefree, free to walk in heaven and earth, oh..." His voice was similar to Xuan Kong's, both of them being the kind of people whose singing could be deadly.

Wang Jun, lying on the carriage roof watching the clouds, plugged his ears with cotton to avoid Wang Qi's noise pollution.

However, the two horses pulling the carriage couldn't bear it, panting and kicking, making life difficult for the yellow-furred little fox playing on the horse's back.

She jumped up, pointing and gesturing at Wang Qi, and he immediately lowered his head and stopped talking, focusing on driving the carriage. Honestly, he was really afraid of this fox spirit. In just a few days, she had set many traps for him, causing him to suffer for several days before he realized he had offended this fox spirit.

Fortunately, he had learned some driving skills at home. The four horses in the inn looked thin but were actually retired warhorses that understood human nature.

The fox nodded in satisfaction, then leaped into the carriage like a bolt of lightning.

Inside the carriage, Xuan Kong was meditating. His journey had broadened his horizons, and although his understanding of Daoism was already higher than most people's, and his enlightenment was strong, he was still far from the ancient true cultivators in terms of protective skills.

Moreover, when Wang Jun became his disciple, he had given him his own immortal sword. Now, Xuan Kong didn't even have a suitable weapon, which was quite a poor state.

Xuan Kong planned to forge a new weapon for himself and was thinking about how to start.

Although there were methods for forging magical treasures in this world, most involved extracting the essence from heavenly materials and forming them into shapes. For example, the immortal sword he had given Wang Jun was taken from a piece of innate metal essence by Qing Tong Jun, who saw the afterglow on Mount Weiyu and went to retrieve it.

It was already in the shape of a sword, and all Qing Tong Jun did was to harmonize it with his mind and gradually nurture it with his true essence.

After several hundred years, it became the immortal sword it is today.

Such methods of forging magical treasures were indeed powerful. During the Great Calamity of the Sealing of the Gods, the immortals with magical treasures were on a completely different level from those without. However, this method had a flaw: it took too long and was not sustainable.

It had been countless years since Pangu split the universe, and the essence of chaos had evolved into innate essence, which was gradually being assimilated into the post-natal world.

In the current Three Realms, the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Immortal World were formed from the clear essence of chaos and had gradually become peaceful and stable.

However, the post-natal essences in the human world were still in a state of transformation and would eventually become like the world Xuan Kong came from, devoid of any innate essence and turned into post-natal dead matter. At that time, where would new disciples find innate essence to forge magical treasures?

For the ancient great sages, this was not a problem. Any divine person's cave would be filled with treasures.

But for Xuan Kong, who wanted to expand the Laoshan Sect, he had to find a stable path for future disciples. He suspected that other cultivation sects had also noticed this issue, like the Elder Deng Li Zi of the Kongtong Sect, whom he had robbed.

The ghost-expelling and demon-driving talisman in his hand was a typical post-natal creation. He didn't know what immortal technique the ancient great sage Guang Cheng Zi had passed down, but it had given the Kongtong Sect a significant advantage over other sects.

This treasure was tied to a core secret of the Kongtong Sect, which was why Deng Li Zi had submitted to Xuan Kong without a word once it fell into his hands.

Thinking about this, Xuan Kong chuckled coldly and closed his eyes, extending his hands. Recalling the feel of the ghost-expelling and demon-driving talisman, he weighed it in his hands and understood the Kongtong Sect's secret.

This method was difficult for others to guess, but for Xuan Kong, who came from a world of information explosion, it was trivial. It was simply a matter of compressing and refining many post-natal metals to achieve a qualitative change through quantitative accumulation, returning to the original essence.

When Xuan Kong held the ghost-expelling and demon-driving talisman, he felt its weight, confirming that the cultivation novels had it right.

A small token weighing thousands of pounds? There was probably no metal in this world with such density, or if there was, it wouldn't be so lavishly used by a small immortal sect in the mortal world to forge five tokens for a small array.