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Chapter 51 was wrong... We were all wrong...
The story begins with a small incident that almost no one paid attention to.
"I was the one who first took a liking to this story!"
"Heh, even a Qi Refining Level 2 cultivator wants to find a breakthrough opportunity? Do you really need that?"
"Fellow Daoist, please be reasonable. This book is for my master to read. And who are you? Are you just some nobody cultivator?"
"You're the one who's a self-taught, unorthodox cultivator!"
"Hey, no, it's fine if you two are arguing, but what business is it of yours what you call a rogue cultivator?"
"that is!"
The group exchanged a few words, but fortunately, they remembered that this was Nanli City, so even though there was some fighting, they didn't dare to really hurt anyone.
The strongest rogue cultivator casually flicked out a wisp of spiritual energy, which pierced the riverbank beside him, scattering soil and stones into the river and splashing water.
He looked like he was about to get angry.
Others tried to step forward to argue, but were stopped. These nameless, unaffiliated rogue cultivators are the most difficult to offend.
Who knows, they might start a fire, kill someone, and then escape unscathed, making them hard to find.
They could only watch helplessly as their storybooks were taken away.
This rogue cultivator heard that some people had been inspired after reading the book "The Immortal of the Mortal World" and eventually broke through in their cultivation. He wondered if he would have such good luck.
Back at my lodgings, I waited until I finished reading the book.
The monk was filled with disappointment and sighed repeatedly.
"How can we replicate this method? In the book, Zhang Xuan accidentally created a good cause and found his true self through a series of coincidences. But where can we find such an opportunity to achieve a state of complete inner peace?"
"I've finished reading the book now, and I know exactly what happened. Even if I try to replicate it exactly the same way, I still can't do it..."
He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, as cultivators don't need to sleep anyway, and now it was even more difficult for him.
It's as if they didn't advance as a result, but rather regressed to a higher level.
The more I think about it, the more I lose.
Thinking of the cultivators who had argued over the book earlier that day, he became even more furious.
However, he still decided that if he had the chance, he would try to save as many people as possible.
Anyway, it's not difficult. If Zhang Xuan can do it in the book, why can't he do it?
Xu Yicheng of the Juque Sect has been staying in the city with his master for the past few days. Whether it is a "major disaster" or a "rare treasure", it is enough to allow the two of them to stay for a while longer.
If given the opportunity, I will naturally try to seize it.
However, if other cultivators are powerful, he will go and save the mortals in Nanli City.
Elder Zhou Fa thought so too.
Although he noticed that the recent news of the birth of a rare treasure and the impending disaster in Nanli City was somewhat coincidental with the content of the "Red Dust Immortal" storybook, he guessed that someone might be stirring up trouble in the dark.
However, it seems that the purpose of this person in the shadows is unclear.
This way, we can stay and explore for a few more days.
Even if we gain nothing, it's good to save a few more people.
Elder Zhou Fa flipped through the book in his hand. Regardless of whether the person behind the scenes really existed, this book, "The Immortal of the Mortal World," was excellent. He even felt that his state of mind had become more fulfilled.
A scroll of worldly affairs helps me rediscover my original aspirations!
He took a sip of the tea in his cup. In recent days, autumn rains had been falling, and the sound of raindrops tapping on the osmanthus blossoms outside the window was just right for reading and enjoying tea.
He turned the page again, thinking that if he returned to the mountain gate and secluded himself for a while, his cultivation might improve.
As usual, Zhou Fa released his divine sense and scanned the surroundings. He paused slightly as he put down his teacup, and suddenly frowned.
I got up and walked quickly to the window.
Dark clouds over the city.
He heard cries, wails, and screams... the sounds of ordinary people along the river struggling to survive in the flood.
The sounds never ceased.
not good!
"Cheng'er! Quickly put on the Calamity-Suppressing Shield and go to the city to rescue people!"
Xu Yicheng was practicing his martial arts in the courtyard when he suddenly heard the news. His spiritual energy almost went astray. He responded and dared not delay.
He grabbed the storage bag and went to his master's side.
Zhou Fa made a hand seal, and the sword light flashed. The two of them stepped on the sword and arrived in Nanli City in an instant.
The surging river water carried mud and sand, and huge waves crashed down.
In the blink of an eye, a shop with lanterns hanging in front of it was destroyed.
Some people were clinging to planks, floating on the water. The autumn water was cold, and their faces were as white as paper from the cold. They were shivering and their teeth were clenching.
Autumn floods rise, and the dikes break.
The cultivators who were already in the city reacted even more quickly.
The rogue cultivator who had snatched the "Red Dust Immortal" muttered "Good heavens," pulled out his whisk, and flicked it forcefully to block the giant wave that was crashing down again.
He turned around and shouted, "Hurry up and run, you bunch of idiots! What are you standing there for?!"
Those mortals, facing life and death, were so frightened that their legs went weak and they hurriedly crawled forward.
The rogue cultivator desperately channeled his spiritual energy to erect a protective barrier. His whisk, though weak and powerless, blocked a curtain of water.
He turned around and saw that the group of people were about to run away, and felt that he had really done a good deed.
But just then, a white light flashed, revealing a silver needle that was about to take his life.
As a rogue cultivator who had always been on the verge of life and death, he immediately sensed the approaching silver needle and dodged it.
He instinctively withdrew the whisk to protect himself.
A giant wave crashed down.
It has claimed several more lives.
The rogue cultivator, with a silver needle in his shoulder, looked at the people being swept away by the giant wave and at the people he was about to save. His breath caught in his throat, and anger flared in his eyes.
Looking back, he saw the monk who had been arguing with him about the storybook that day.
His face still wore a smug and playful expression, as if mocking him for being a rogue cultivator who dared to dream of saving people like Zhang Xuan in the book.
"I will never share the same sky with you!"
The rogue cultivator's eyes were bloodshot. He had finally managed to do a good deed; he had tried so hard to save people!
"Haha, you think you can learn from Zhang Xuan and save people? I'll make sure you can't. Even if there really is a rare treasure in this flood, you won't get it!"
Other sounds reached his ears, a cacophony of noise and commotion—
"A rare treasure has appeared! It must be a rare treasure!"
"Hahaha, I've saved another person. If a rare treasure were to be discovered, it would surely choose me."
"Get out of the way! I'm here to save this man!"
"Hmph! If I can't save you, then don't even think about saving me either!"
……
The rogue cultivator was both angry and bewildered as he watched the other cultivators rushing to save people.
But if he couldn't be saved, why... wouldn't someone else be allowed to save him...?
But, but I don't want any rare treasures at all!
Many people know that there is no extraordinary treasure.
Xu Yicheng was only at the Qi Refining stage, so he couldn't use his sword to save people for extended periods like his master. He had to rely on his excellent swimming skills to struggle in the waves.
Occasionally, they can suspend themselves in the air for a while, aim at a person, lasso them, step onto a plank to reach the shore, and pull the person out.
He was also flooded several times.
But he was still much stronger than those mortals. Guided by his spiritual energy, the end of the rope swayed and reached the drowning man, who grasped at it as a lifeline.
A surge of joy filled him, and he shouted, "Hold on!"
With his other hand, he gripped a large tree tightly and pulled the person upwards with all his might.
In the distance, his master and several other Golden Core cultivators who were saving people were working hard to plug the dam.
Among the techniques of the Juque Sect, the Jia Lin Jue is the most protective.
It is especially suitable for those with metal and wood spiritual roots, and can withstand mud and sand. When cultivated to a high level, it can be used to build walls and cities.
He saw his master's white hair flying wildly, soaked by the rain, still trying to condense the incantation, cooperating with other cultivators, and a wall of earth that had been compressed to its limit was about to take shape.
Xu Yicheng breathed a slight sigh of relief; as long as he could hold them off for a short while, that would be fine.
But at this moment.
He felt the earth tremble; had he not been in the water, he would never have been able to perceive the aftershocks.
No!
Xu Yicheng's pupils dilated as he saw the earthen wall that was about to take shape crumble and collapse.
A thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole; this is... the perilous scripture of the Juque School...
Xu Yicheng gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words—"Zhao Huaiyi!"
Mud and sand rushed down, and the wood and stone in the earthen wall collapsed instantly, washed away by the water. The person at the other end of the rope was about to reach him, and he could hold up the protective shield to shield him.
It was hit hard by a broken giant tree.
The other end of the rope was loose.
He suddenly felt lost, standing blankly in the water, looking at the dim and turbulent Nanli City.
I saw the continuous autumn rain, the surging river, the rolling earth, rocks and mud, the roof beams and wooden pillars, the corpses floating on the water, and the osmanthus flowers swept in by the giant waves.
He witnessed the clash of swords and the power of magic, the act of saving lives and killing people, and he saw his master, with his white hair, looking disheveled and helpless.
A faint, sorrowful woman's voice seemed to reach her ears, choked with sobs: "We were wrong...we were all wrong..."
He thought this was probably a nightmare.
This is the great calamity that befell Nanli City...