FVN #174 - The Altar Descends
#174 - The Altar Descends
Liang Jin understood Lu Qiannan's current situation.
As expected.
Lu Qiannan's aura suddenly shook, and then quickly became sharp and powerful.
She had successfully broken through the seventh rank and entered the sixth rank.
"That's fast!"
Liang Jin exclaimed.
It had to be said that with the blessing of the Cold Jade Bed, Lu Qiannan's cultivation speed had increased too much.
Ordinary martial artists would need at least decades of cultivation to enter the sixth rank.
Martial artists with good talent would need at least twenty or thirty years.
Even those sect geniuses would need no less than ten years of hard training to enter the sixth rank.
Even true geniuses and monsters would need at least a few years to reach the sixth rank.
And Lu Qiannan had only been learning martial arts for a few months, and she had already entered the sixth rank!
This speed was comparable to a special existence.
This special existence was not only a genius and monster in itself, but also able to obtain fortuitous encounters, have the help of experts, and even receive a large amount of resources.
Liang Jin had only seen or heard of one such person so far.
That was the Sect Master of the Hualong Sect, Yu Linglong.
Now, Lu Qiannan's talent was far inferior to Yu Linglong's, but she had Liang Jin's help.
Liang Jin not only used the [Qi Boosting Paste] to continuously improve her cultivation, but also provided Lu Qiannan with a cultivation artifact like the Cold Jade Bed.
This made Lu Qiannan, to some extent, barely count as a special existence like Yu Linglong.
At this moment.
Lu Qiannan opened her eyes:
"Great Virtuous Teacher, I seem to have... broken through!"
A look of joy appeared on her beautiful face with a hint of heroism.
Liang Jin said:
"Don't be distracted, stabilize your realm first."
Lu Qiannan nodded vigorously, and then hurriedly continued to meditate and cultivate.
Liang Jin also prepared to continue cultivating.
Now that there was another sixth-rank martial artist in the Taiping Dao, it was naturally a good thing.
This also meant that the backbone of the Taiping Dao was gradually stabilizing.
And Liang Jin also had to speed up his progress.
He had been stuck in the fifth rank for too long.
However, Liang Jin also found that cultivation became more and more difficult after the fifth rank.
Despite the blessing of the system, he was only in the late stage of the fifth rank, and he was still a little short of the peak of the fifth rank.
Liang Jin was also considering whether to invest more resources in himself in the future, instead of sharing them with his subordinates.
At this time.
Zhang You's voice rang out in the secret training room:
In this secret training room built separately in the main altar, Liang Jin was a little unable to figure out the time.
Zhang You replied:
"There are still two hours."
Liang Jin glanced at Lu Qiannan, who was still stabilizing her realm, and replied:
"We'll set off in an hour."
"To Qingzhou City!"
…………
Outside Qingzhou City.
The sun was setting in the west.
It wouldn't be long before it was completely dark.
But this piece of land outside the city was becoming more and more uneasy.
In recent days, more and more disaster victims had gathered here.
A large number of disaster victims came to Qingzhou City, only to find that they couldn't enter the city, and the government didn't care about them.
And the talisman water they longed to get had not been obtained.
The disaster victims had been waiting here every day, and they were almost unable to bear it.
Although the Taiping Dao would occasionally distribute food, the disaster victims wanted to return to their hometowns as soon as possible.
They were getting more and more impatient.
It also led to worse and worse tempers.
Every day, a large number of disaster victims fought, and even caused many deaths.
Restlessness spread among the disaster victims.
Some insightful people had realized that if this continued, something was likely to happen.
At this time, a loud shout rang out:
"Food is being distributed!"
"The Taiping Dao is here to distribute food again!"
Along with the shouting, all the disaster victims couldn't help but raise their heads.
They saw a convoy slowly approaching in the distance.
Many people wearing yellow turbans were driving horse-drawn carriages, and the carriages were full of bags of grain.
The disaster victims couldn't help but stand up and follow the convoy.
They had already gotten used to it these days.
As long as the convoy stopped, free food would be distributed.
But today.
It seemed a little different…
The Taiping Dao came with more people this time, and they were all carrying weapons.
The number was at least several times more than usual.
Especially this time, the Taiping Dao convoy traveled a particularly long distance, and stopped at the south gate of the city.
And right under the city gate, they began to prepare to distribute food.
This situation had never happened before.
But for the disaster victims, all of this was not important.
They were already satisfied if they could get a little food to fill their stomachs.
A man carried an old woman on his back and slowly walked to the back of the line to receive food.
"Mom, something seems wrong."
"There is a very strong murderous aura in the Taiping Dao people."
The man said.
His eyes also flashed with vigilance, and he had been observing the actions of the Taiping Dao people.
The white-haired old woman on his back heard this and asked:
"Does the Taiping Dao... want to harm us?"
"Son, are you mistaken?"
"The people of the Taiping Dao are all good people, how could they do this?"
The man observed for a while and shook his head slightly:
"Mom, it's okay."
"The murderous aura of the Taiping Dao is not directed at us, nor is it directed at the people here."
The old woman smiled when she heard this:
"Mom said, the Taiping Dao would not do this."
At this time.
Many people from the Taiping Dao scattered among the disaster victims.
They seemed to be proclaiming something loudly.
The man carried the old woman on his back and went up to listen for a while, and roughly understood what happened.
It turned out that according to the Taiping Dao, the reason why the disaster victims had not been able to get talisman water was all because of the sheep demon in the city.
And now the Great Virtuous Teacher had practiced the demon-slaying magic, and was about to lead everyone to诛灭 the sheep demon.
Once the sheep demon was killed, everyone would be able to get talisman water soon.
When the disaster victims heard this, some were full of expectations, and some were full of anger and hatred towards the sheep demon.
This made the already restless disaster victims even more restless.
It was just that their restless emotions were now guided, pointing to the harmful sheep demon in the city.
The man frowned and looked up at the sky when he heard these words.
At this time, the sky was completely dark.
In this wilderness, piles of bonfires had been lit.
"Mom, the Taiping Dao is afraid to do something big tonight."
"The child will take you away from it, so as not to be affected."
"This place is not peaceful."
The Chinese character said, carrying the old woman and turning away.
He wanted to stay away from the area near the city.
There were too many disaster victims gathered here, I was afraid there were nearly one hundred thousand people.
If so many people had a huge change, that person's power would become extremely small in this environment.
Especially at this time it was already dark, and everything became more uncontrollable.
The old woman said:
"Son, the Taiping Dao is doing things for everyone."
"We have eaten so much of their food, and we owe them a lot of favors."
"If you can help, you can't sit idly by."
The man heard this, but his footsteps did not stop.
He walked and walked:
"Mom, don't worry, son knows."
"Besides, the Taiping Dao is now well prepared, they don't need me."
At this time.
Suddenly, I heard a burst of exclamations from the Chinese people.
A large number of disaster victims turned to look in a certain direction, like狂热 fans chasing stars.
Many people looked up, and some even climbed to high places to look out.
The man also paused slightly and turned to look.
A large fog had risen by the river at night.
Even though the wind was howling, the thick fog did not subside at all.
I saw a team composed of yellow turbans appearing faintly in the thick fog.
The faces of these yellow turban people had not yet been revealed from the thick fog, and a burst of magic weapon sounds and chanting sounds had already come.
What was chanted in the chanting sound was the 《Taiping Jing》.
Soon.
The person at the front of the team had already appeared from the thick fog.
It was a yellow turban crowd composed of girls.
They were wearing yellow clothes and yellow skirts, and they held nine kinds of magical instruments in their hands: magic bells, dharma drums, conches, cymbals, bronze bells, chimes, cloud boards, dharma yu, and dharma fou.
Accompanied by the beating of the magic instruments, the sound of chanting resounded through the wilderness.
Afterwards.
I saw more than a dozen strong yellow turbans carrying a magic altar, and slowly walked out of the thick fog.
These yellow turbans walked lightly, and even when carrying the heavy magic altar, they strode quickly, as if flying in the grass.
Obviously they were all uniform martial artists!
A team of yellow turbans followed behind them, and they held up eighteen yellow long 旄 large 纛 in their hands.
The night wind was fierce, and the long 旄 large 纛 were hunting.
Looking at the magic altar, the shape was like a fairy crane spreading its wings and about to fly, and the base was also carved with patterns of auspicious beasts of unicorns.
A yellow umbrella cover stood high above the altar, and a gauze curtain hung down from the edge of the umbrella cover, covering the entire altar.
And in the gauze curtain, you could vaguely see a yellow-robed mage sitting in it, mysterious and solemn!