First Cultivate All The Ways Of Heaven And Then Cultivate Immortality - Chapter 9 The Great Dutiful Disciple
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- Chapter 9 The Great Dutiful Disciple
Once again, Jiang Quan joined the army, starting from the bottom and slowly climbing to the position of general, perfecting the art of military use and formation.
This time he recruited his fourth disciple, Zhao Zijiang, to teach him the art of formation.
At the same time, the Imperial Mausoleum of Pang State has become desolate after two hundred years have passed and Pang State has declined.
In the darkness, a middle-aged man with a mustache passed by and soon arrived in front of the imperial mausoleum.
“During the day, I saw that the dragon veins gathered here, and there must be a big tomb. I didn’t expect it to be the underground palace of the first emperor of the Pang Kingdom.”
The first generation emperor of the Pang Kingdom is a legend like a cheat. He ascended to the throne step by step from a refugee and continued to expand his territory, creating the most glorious era of the Pang Kingdom.
Legend has it that the Martial Emperor had a cornucopia. If you put a little grain into it, it would spit out endless grain. In addition, he also had a magic hammer that could forge countless magical weapons.
But this is just a folk rumor, and it may just be some special treasures for monks.
The middle-aged man with a mustache couldn’t help but get excited when he thought of this. If he could get the treasure left by Pang Martial Emperor this time, he might be able to further his cultivation.
“Old rule, first calculate the cause and effect.”
As the middle-aged man spoke, he pinched his fingers with one hand and muttered: “Calculate yin and yang, know cause and effect!”
“Huh? Unknown? It can’t be calculated! It seems that I can’t bear the cause and effect!” The middle-aged man was surprised. After thinking for a while, his eyes couldn’t help but shine: “Sure enough, there is a big treasure!”
Then the middle-aged man walked around the underground palace, and then came to a place: “If I’m not mistaken, going down here is the entrance to the underground palace!”
With that said, the middle-aged man quickly took out the shovel, hand hammer, roller, bellyband… and started digging!
“Huh? Why is the soil here so loose? Has someone already climbed in first? No matter, let’s dig in and take a look first.”
Soon the middle-aged man dug to the entrance of the underground palace, but the door to the underground palace had long disappeared, and he went straight into the underground palace.
“Holy crap! Someone really got there first!” Looking at the empty underground palace, the middle-aged man felt uncomfortable.
Wait, the coffin is still there, maybe there is something missing.
With that said, the middle-aged man walked to the front of the coffin, raised his hand and slapped it towards the coffin.
Boom——
The entire coffin lid flew out in response, revealing the empty interior of the coffin.
The middle-aged man looked ugly. He didn’t expect that all the corpses had been moved away. He was so unconscionable!
Wait, there seems to be something else. The middle-aged man suddenly noticed a note lying quietly in the coffin.
Could it be a peerless secret method of cultivating immortality? Or the Martial Emperor’s treasure map? It may also be the shocking power that Pang Martial Emperor wants to tell future generations? Maybe it’s a world-shattering secret.
Various speculations flashed through the middle-aged man’s mind.
No matter, let’s take a look first.
He grabbed the note and saw it read: “You are such a filial disciple, Huba Er. You even dug up my master’s grave!”
Looking at the words and handwriting on it, Huba’er’s hand holding the note trembled: “Impossible, impossible, how could it be Master? Didn’t Master die two hundred and two hundred and sixty-six years ago? Pang The Martial Emperor died two hundred years ago.”
Huber didn’t dare to think about it, because the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he would feel.
That’s right, the middle-aged man is Jiang Quan’s second apprentice Huba Er.
After Jiang Quan left, Hu Baer also left the village. However, he happened to encounter a war after he left. Not only did the Yin Yang skills he had just learned become useless, but he also forgot other farming skills.
There was a leak in the house and it rained all night. Due to the lack of livelihood, Huba Er could only make ends meet by robbing tombs.
Once, he accidentally entered a large tomb and found a secret book of cultivating immortality. With this, Huba Er embarked on the road of cultivating immortality.
And on the way, he also successively found the places where several immortal cultivators were seated, and obtained a lot of resources for cultivating immortals. In less than thirty years, Huba Er finally reached the Foundation Building Stage.
Hub Baer stood in the underground palace holding the note, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
“Could it be…could the master be the Pang Martial Emperor? It’s impossible, it’s impossible, the master is dead, or the tomb of the Pang Martial Emperor was stolen by the master?”
Thinking of this, Huba Er quickly shook his head. Impossible, impossible. Pang Martial Emperor had just been born when the master died. It was impossible for the master to steal it.
Wait, he was born when he died? Is Master really the Martial Emperor?
Or, this underground palace actually contains something strange, and I may be in an illusion.
Thinking of this, Huba Er ran out quickly, but the note in his hand was still there.
Hu Baer did not stop and walked forward. Soon, he came to the small mountain village where he once studied with his master, and stood in front of his master Li Xiaoquan’s tomb.
“Master, it was my disciple who was unfilial. If you are really dead and you are alive in heaven, don’t blame your disciple!”
As he spoke, Huba Er knelt down and kowtowed a few times before taking out a shovel and digging.
Not long after, a coffin was dug out. Two hundred years later, it was already dilapidated.
Hu Baer didn’t hesitate, he slapped the coffin lid with one palm, and the coffin lid flew out, revealing the situation inside.
empty! ! !
In an instant, all the conjectures in Huba’er’s mind were confirmed. The master had indeed faked his death. He was really the Martial Emperor, and he was able to dig his grave.
At this moment, the image of the master in Huba’er’s heart suddenly became majestic. The master might be a powerful person. He was met by Huba’er when he was traveling around the world and became his disciple.
“Hahahaha! My fucking master is a powerful one!”
Wait, I also have a Great Master brother named Ye Fan, who might also be a great being.
So Huba Er started to inquire.
You won’t know if you don’t ask, but you will be shocked if you ask—Zhongli Immortal World’s unprecedented artifact refining Immortal Master, and he is also the only Immortal Master in the entire Zhongli Immortal World.
Damn, this is okay.
…
At this time, Jiang Quan was transforming into an Ah Piao, floating in the dark cave, practicing Ghost Dao.
Lao Bai was also floating next to him, looking at Jiang Quan with a speechless expression.
“I said, Master, how boring you are! If you don’t behave like a human being, just be a ghost.”
Jiang Quan spread his hands: “This is what I call experiencing life.”
In the days that followed, Jiang Quan continued to change, transforming into a demon and practicing Demon Dao.
Transform into a monster and practice Monster Dao.
Incarnate as Shura and practice the way of Shura.
Transform into a monk and practice Buddhism.
A hundred thousand years have passed by in a blink of an eye.
In the past hundred thousand years, Jiang Quan had not accepted any more disciples except for the fifth disciple Jin Xi when he was practicing business.
And Jiang Quan has now completed 10,000 Great Dao, and there is only one that has not been lit yet: the Dao of Reproduction.
However, this Dao no longer mattered to Jiang Quan, because when he completed ten thousand Great Dao, all the Great Dao underwent a qualitative change and simultaneously broke through to the creative level.
Jiang Quan sat on the top of the mountain and clasped his hands unconsciously: “Is this the creation level? Now that I combine ten thousand Great Dao, I should be able to create my own Spirit Root!”