After seeing Erdan and Goudan off, Shu Han had a feeling that this was only the beginning and a sense of unease took over him. He shared his concerns with the second elder.
The second elder, seeing through it all, scoffed, "These martial sects are merely testing Dragon Mystical Sect's response. If the Dragon Mystical Sect keeps retreating, they'll eventually gather the courage to collectively attack Yandang Mountain."
Hearing this answer, Shu Han became more worried.
Seeing Shu Han's worried face, the second elder chuckled, "Boy, don't worry. If these mortals dare to come to Yandang Mountain, there is certainly no return for them. There is a difference between mortals and immortals, and it's not simply a matter of number or power."
"Master, Immortal Master Zhang also told me this, but he died at their hands. Is there really such a big difference between mortals and immortals?"
The second elder, patting Shu Han's head, replied, "That's because you haven't seen a real cultivator. Dragon Mystical Sect, haha, in the cultivation world, it is just a joke. Below Foundation Establishment, they are not considered true cultivators, and it is not surprising that they can die at the hands of mortals."
"But people outside are saying that the sect leader has already perished..."
"You're talking about Old Dragon Mystical?"
The second elder's eyes always flashed a hint of gloom when it came to the sect leader. He said irritably, "That old fellow won't die that easily."
Days continued like this.
Having been with the second elder for a while, Shu Han gradually got to know the second elder's temperament. The second elder was a proud man who didn't like to interact with others. Since Shu Han joined the valley, the elder handed all external affairs to him. His greatest pastime was drinking. After Shu Han's arrival, he began to indulge in alcohol even more. He often said that although mortals are ignorant, they could brew some excellent wine.
Besides pill refining, he spent most of his time drunk. Shu Han, apart from daily chores, often had to take care of his unconscious master.
Shu Han always felt that his master didn't particularly love getting drunk, it was more like drowning his sorrows with alcohol. It was like the adults in the village who would get drunk after losing money. Especially on the day of delivering the pills every month, the master's mood would become even more depressed.
There was an indescribable feeling. Shu Han felt that his master had a very strange attitude towards the Dragon Mystical Sect. However, having such a strange master was beneficial for Shu Han's own clandestine pill refining.
After his pill fire could stably output, Shu Han began to refine the medicinal herbs with the pill fire according to the records in the books. This was the first step of pill refining. However, it was this first step that made Shu Han understand why his master told him not to refine pills on his own. Because the consumption was just too great.
According to the second elder, the higher one's spiritual nature, the stronger their ability to control fire and refine pills. Shu Han's spiritual nature was considered good in the second elder's eyes, but after five consecutive days, Shu Han didn't know how many herbs he had ruined. If he had taken them all from the medicine garden, the large garden would probably have been depleted.
So Shu Han observed his master's pill refining and fire control during the day and persisted in practicing at night. Finally, after half a month, he successfully refined the five herbs needed for the Yellow Dragon Pill.
Excited, Shu Han wanted to condense the pill. However, a loud bang startled him, causing the medicine liquid ready for pill condensation to disperse instantly.
He rushed out of the room and saw a big fire burning in front of Yandang Mountain. Then, balls of fire drew arcs in the dark night, crashing onto the front mountain, and immediately the front of Yandang Mountain was ablaze.
This was bad!
Shu Han knew that those martial sects had started to siege the Dragon Mystical Sect! He rushed to the pill refining tower wanting to wake up his master, but the master was dead drunk and couldn't be woken up no matter what. Worried about the safety of Erdan and Goudan, Shu Han could only grab the token to activate the sword array and rushed out of the valley.
At the foot of Yandang Mountain, clusters of torches flickered like flying sparks. Seven martial sects, thousands of troops, gathered in front of the Dragon Mystical Sect, staring ferociously.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Eight large trebuchets were operating tirelessly, catapulting jars filled with oil onto the mountain. Behind the trebuchets were rows of crossbows, which had been dismounted and were being carried by five robust men.
The leader of the Hungry Wolf Gang sneered as he watched the flames rise on the mountain, admiringly said, "Senior Mu, the crossbows and trebuchets you brought are indeed powerful. Let's see how these monks can remain arrogant!"
Mu Wan'er, wearing white asbestos armor, held up her sword and volunteered, "Father, let me lead the team up! If we continue using oil jars, I fear the entire mountain will be set on fire. By then, it will be useless even if we capture it back."
Senior Mu stroked his beard and turned around to shout, "Gentlemen, today is the day our seven major sects join forces to wipe out the Dragon Mystical Sect! I hope we all put aside past grudges, work together, and uproot this tumorous Dragon Mystical Sect from the north!"
"We, the seven major sects, total three thousand men, divided into seven teams, have surrounded Yandang Mountain entirely. Don't let any cultivator escape!"
The Hungry Wolf Gang leader, holding his wolf tooth mace, glanced at Mu Wan'er, laughed, and said, "Miss Wan'er, how about a competition this time to see who kills more monks?"
"Hmph! Underestimate them, and you will die!"
"Ahaha! I will die? I feel that there are too few monks in the Dragon Mystical Sect, not enough for me to kill!" He raised his wolf tooth mace, poured internal strength into his throat, and bellowed like a resonant bell, "Brothers! Charge! Whoever kills the most monks, this deputy leader position is yours!"
"Kill!"
Instantly, shouts and screams erupted at the foot of the Dragon Mystical Sect. Thousands of people charged up the mountain, their ferocity causing the disciples of the Dragon Mystical Sect to turn pale with terror.
They were used to bullying others around them with the name and magic of the Dragon Mystical Sect and had never actually fought a life-and-death battle. Disciples with higher cultivation could keep their calm, while the less experienced were shaking with fear.
They had hoped that the elders could display their power first, but the first and third elders jointly ordered disciples over the age of twenty to establish a defense line on the peak of Yandang Mountain. Those under twenty were to follow the elders to retreat to the back mountain.
Dragon Mystical Sect didn't have many disciples. Subtracting those who had been ambushed and killed earlier, there were only fifty-two left over the age of twenty. These fifty-two were facing a mountain filled with killing shouts, even the eldest senior brothers with the highest magic power were scared witless.
The blue light shields taught by the Dragon Mystical Sect rose around each person. They held fireball spells in their palms, ready to fight to the death.
However, several high-ranking Qi Refining disciples had already seen the dire situation and used the Wind-riding technique to flee, leaving the sect behind and leaving those who had not mastered the Wind-riding technique pale as death.
Soon, the seven major sects reached the mountain without any obstruction. The remaining forty-plus disciples scattered and fled in panic. Dragon Mystical Sect immediately became a killing field.
With fear in his heart, Shu Han thought that as long as he could find Erdan and Goudan and bring them back to the valley, everything would be alright. As for the life and death of the other senior brothers, he had no power to manage that.
After seeing Erdan and Goudan off, Shu Han had a feeling that this was only the beginning and a sense of unease took over him. He shared his concerns with the second elder.
The second elder, seeing through it all, scoffed, "These martial sects are merely testing Dragon Mystical Sect's response. If the Dragon Mystical Sect keeps retreating, they'll eventually gather the courage to collectively attack Yandang Mountain."
Hearing this answer, Shu Han became more worried.
Seeing Shu Han's worried face, the second elder chuckled, "Boy, don't worry. If these mortals dare to come to Yandang Mountain, there is certainly no return for them. There is a difference between mortals and immortals, and it's not simply a matter of number or power."
"Master, Immortal Master Zhang also told me this, but he died at their hands. Is there really such a big difference between mortals and immortals?"
The second elder, patting Shu Han's head, replied, "That's because you haven't seen a real cultivator. Dragon Mystical Sect, haha, in the cultivation world, it is just a joke. Below Foundation Establishment, they are not considered true cultivators, and it is not surprising that they can die at the hands of mortals."
"But people outside are saying that the sect leader has already perished..."
"You're talking about Old Dragon Mystical?"
The second elder's eyes always flashed a hint of gloom when it came to the sect leader. He said irritably, "That old fellow won't die that easily."
Days continued like this.
Having been with the second elder for a while, Shu Han gradually got to know the second elder's temperament. The second elder was a proud man who didn't like to interact with others. Since Shu Han joined the valley, the elder handed all external affairs to him. His greatest pastime was drinking. After Shu Han's arrival, he began to indulge in alcohol even more. He often said that although mortals are ignorant, they could brew some excellent wine.
Besides pill refining, he spent most of his time drunk. Shu Han, apart from daily chores, often had to take care of his unconscious master.
Shu Han always felt that his master didn't particularly love getting drunk, it was more like drowning his sorrows with alcohol. It was like the adults in the village who would get drunk after losing money. Especially on the day of delivering the pills every month, the master's mood would become even more depressed.
There was an indescribable feeling. Shu Han felt that his master had a very strange attitude towards the Dragon Mystical Sect. However, having such a strange master was beneficial for Shu Han's own clandestine pill refining.
After his pill fire could stably output, Shu Han began to refine the medicinal herbs with the pill fire according to the records in the books. This was the first step of pill refining. However, it was this first step that made Shu Han understand why his master told him not to refine pills on his own. Because the consumption was just too great.
According to the second elder, the higher one's spiritual nature, the stronger their ability to control fire and refine pills. Shu Han's spiritual nature was considered good in the second elder's eyes, but after five consecutive days, Shu Han didn't know how many herbs he had ruined. If he had taken them all from the medicine garden, the large garden would probably have been depleted.
So Shu Han observed his master's pill refining and fire control during the day and persisted in practicing at night. Finally, after half a month, he successfully refined the five herbs needed for the Yellow Dragon Pill.
Excited, Shu Han wanted to condense the pill. However, a loud bang startled him, causing the medicine liquid ready for pill condensation to disperse instantly.
He rushed out of the room and saw a big fire burning in front of Yandang Mountain. Then, balls of fire drew arcs in the dark night, crashing onto the front mountain, and immediately the front of Yandang Mountain was ablaze.
This was bad!
Shu Han knew that those martial sects had started to siege the Dragon Mystical Sect! He rushed to the pill refining tower wanting to wake up his master, but the master was dead drunk and couldn't be woken up no matter what. Worried about the safety of Erdan and Goudan, Shu Han could only grab the token to activate the sword array and rushed out of the valley.
At the foot of Yandang Mountain, clusters of torches flickered like flying sparks. Seven martial sects, thousands of troops, gathered in front of the Dragon Mystical Sect, staring ferociously.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Eight large trebuchets were operating tirelessly, catapulting jars filled with oil onto the mountain. Behind the trebuchets were rows of crossbows, which had been dismounted and were being carried by five robust men.
The leader of the Hungry Wolf Gang sneered as he watched the flames rise on the mountain, admiringly said, "Senior Mu, the crossbows and trebuchets you brought are indeed powerful. Let's see how these monks can remain arrogant!"
Mu Wan'er, wearing white asbestos armor, held up her sword and volunteered, "Father, let me lead the team up! If we continue using oil jars, I fear the entire mountain will be set on fire. By then, it will be useless even if we capture it back."
Senior Mu stroked his beard and turned around to shout, "Gentlemen, today is the day our seven major sects join forces to wipe out the Dragon Mystical Sect! I hope we all put aside past grudges, work together, and uproot this tumorous Dragon Mystical Sect from the north!"
"We, the seven major sects, total three thousand men, divided into seven teams, have surrounded Yandang Mountain entirely. Don't let any cultivator escape!"
The Hungry Wolf Gang leader, holding his wolf tooth mace, glanced at Mu Wan'er, laughed, and said, "Miss Wan'er, how about a competition this time to see who kills more monks?"
"Hmph! Underestimate them, and you will die!"
"Ahaha! I will die? I feel that there are too few monks in the Dragon Mystical Sect, not enough for me to kill!" He raised his wolf tooth mace, poured internal strength into his throat, and bellowed like a resonant bell, "Brothers! Charge! Whoever kills the most monks, this deputy leader position is yours!"
"Kill!"
Instantly, shouts and screams erupted at the foot of the Dragon Mystical Sect. Thousands of people charged up the mountain, their ferocity causing the disciples of the Dragon Mystical Sect to turn pale with terror.
They were used to bullying others around them with the name and magic of the Dragon Mystical Sect and had never actually fought a life-and-death battle. Disciples with higher cultivation could keep their calm, while the less experienced were shaking with fear.
They had hoped that the elders could display their power first, but the first and third elders jointly ordered disciples over the age of twenty to establish a defense line on the peak of Yandang Mountain. Those under twenty were to follow the elders to retreat to the back mountain.
Dragon Mystical Sect didn't have many disciples. Subtracting those who had been ambushed and killed earlier, there were only fifty-two left over the age of twenty. These fifty-two were facing a mountain filled with killing shouts, even the eldest senior brothers with the highest magic power were scared witless.
The blue light shields taught by the Dragon Mystical Sect rose around each person. They held fireball spells in their palms, ready to fight to the death.
However, several high-ranking Qi Refining disciples had already seen the dire situation and used the Wind-riding technique to flee, leaving the sect behind and leaving those who had not mastered the Wind-riding technique pale as death.
Soon, the seven major sects reached the mountain without any obstruction. The remaining forty-plus disciples scattered and fled in panic. Dragon Mystical Sect immediately became a killing field.
With fear in his heart, Shu Han thought that as long as he could find Erdan and Goudan and bring them back to the valley, everything would be alright. As for the life and death of the other senior brothers, he had no power to manage that.
