EFB Chapter 603 The Power of the World
Chapter 603 The Power of the World
Chapter 603 The Power of the World
Yunmeng Marsh.
As winter approaches, the gentle sunlight brings a touch of warmth.
On an island amidst the vast expanse of water.
A woman in white looked up slightly at the daylight, basking in the winter sunshine.
Year after year of cultivation, the heavens and earth, the sun and moon, remain unchanged.
Looking back on all these years, the woman realized that there were very few things that left a deep impression on her.
Such a life of spiritual practice seems to have little meaning.
Yun Fuyao lowered her eyebrows, wondering if she had really reached an age where she was still so sentimental.
"It's been almost a year..."
Yun Fuyao muttered to himself, "Last year's inner sect gathering was quite lively, and an interesting thing happened."
Thinking of this, Yun Fuyao vanished in a flash, arriving in the inner world of the Yunmeng Sect in the blink of an eye.
Inside a verdant mountain, brimming with spiritual energy, a pool of water, formed from the essence of heaven and earth, shines brilliantly.
The Taoist aura flowed in the pool, and something could be vaguely seen swimming within it.
They were tiny creatures formed from spiritual energy, some as long as a foot, like dragons, and others the size of a thumb.
Among them, nine dragons were the largest, each occupying a different area, with different shapes and colors, and even the patterns on their bodies were clearly visible.
These nine small dragons are manifestations of a wisp of national fortune from the nine kingdoms.
The Yunmeng Sect has a special method of refining Qi, which can take the Qi and fortune of the world and materialize it to observe the situation of the world.
Of course, the world situation is constantly changing, and this observation cannot be said to be 100% accurate.
Yun Fuyao gazed at the pool, which seemed to hold the very essence of the world's fortune, and slowly shifted her gaze.
A moment later, her gaze settled on a corner.
There, a small fish swam quietly and motionless.
The pure white fish is formed from the pure, righteous energy of heaven and earth.
This is some of the power of heaven and earth that Yun Fuyao helped Lu Zheng obtain before. Putting it into this pool is a wisp of Lu Zheng's fortune.
In a short period of time, Yun Fuyao noticed that the little white fish had grown a bit.
Faintly colored specks of light appeared and disappeared on the small fish, emanating an unusual Daoist aura.
"A fish transforming into a dragon...?"
Yun Fuyao narrowed her eyes slightly. She could tell that Lu Zheng seemed to be undergoing a transformation, and might one day rise to great heights.
After observing for a while, Yun Fuyao gracefully departed.
Once outside, she used her voice to summon an elder from within the sect.
A beam of white light arrived in an instant; it was a giant white crane, which in the blink of an eye transformed into a dashing middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man asked politely, "What business does the sect leader have with me?"
Yun Fuyao said, "There is a snowfield in the northwest of Shu. Go there and keep an eye on Lu Zheng."
"Hmm? Lu Zheng?"
The middle-aged man showed a hint of surprise; he remembered this young man very clearly.
He had previously given Lu Zheng a sermon, and later witnessed the publication of a timeless classic.
The middle-aged man asked curiously, "Snowy plains? I vaguely remember that. There seems to be a desolate place there. Why did he go there? What trouble did he encounter?"
Yun Fuyao said, "Not for now."
"temporary……"
After pondering for a moment, the middle-aged man said, "Speaking of which, the sect leader values him so much. He does indeed have some special talent, but ultimately he is a human scholar, not on the same path as us cultivators..."
Yun Fuyao smiled and said, "Dynasties rise and fall constantly, repeating the same thing for thousands of years. Don't you find it boring?"
The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback and whispered, "Is the sect leader trying to seize the world and make the immortal sects the rulers of the world? Is he trying to win over talented people from all over the world?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man revealed a hint of interest. Yun Fuyao gave the middle-aged man a deep look and said quietly, "I didn't realize you had such thoughts."
"Cough cough..."
The middle-aged man coughed lightly to cover up his slight embarrassment and said, "I was just guessing based on the sect leader's intentions."
Yun Fuyao said calmly, "This world is both vast and small, and it cannot accommodate so many cultivators. I have no intention of vying for the world."
Yun Fuyao paused for a moment, then said, "But I want to see another different world; perhaps someone else can do it."
The middle-aged man blinked, then couldn't help but say, "What does the sect leader mean? That Lu Zheng..."
Yun Fuyao said, "Perhaps."
The middle-aged man was startled; to hear such a statement from the sect leader was already a sign of something extraordinary.
He suddenly felt impatient and wanted to see what Lu Zheng was doing.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man said again, "I heard that many people outside are looking for him. If other forces find out about him, I should..."
Their Yunmeng Sect has never participated in external struggles, but now they've sent him to protect a young man, a young man that many people are eyeing.
Yun Fuyao said, "Let's adapt to the situation."
The middle-aged man's lips twitched; this had truly presented him with a major problem.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man said no more and transformed into a white crane, flying out of the Yunmeng Sect.
……
Snowflakes fell heavily at the foot of the snow-capped mountain.
The once barren and desolate land has been covered with a white blanket.
Outside Taiping City, people were busy braving the wind and snow, either building roads or cultivating land.
Winter doesn't mean you can't plant crops. Qingwan has several kinds of cold-resistant grain seeds, so she'll take them out and experiment with them.
Qingwan stood on a hilltop, overseeing these convicted laborers.
These people were almost all former noble monks who were forced into service by the organization because of their numerous sins.
These people had never done such heavy work before. Some of them were physically and mentally exhausted, while others tried to slack off, only to be punished even more severely.
This group of people now truly understands the suffering they once inflicted on the slaves.
Qingwan felt no sympathy whatsoever for these people.
This is far from enough. How long has it been? Some people can't atone for their sins even after the rest of their lives.
Suddenly, she tilted her head slightly and looked up at the top of the snow-capped mountain.
On the mountaintop covered in thick white snow, Lu Zheng stood there, feeling the biting wind and snow.
The summit of this mountain is the closest place to the sky in this region.
Lu Zheng took a deep breath, and the icy, bone-chilling air rushed into his nostrils, instantly calming him down.
A breath later, Lu Zheng sat on the mountaintop, holding a Donghu pen in his hand and a thick blank booklet on his lap.
As soon as Lu Zheng had a thought, his own little world changed dramatically, and the entire Wen Palace shone with brilliance.
Strands of mysterious power surged from within his body and flowed into the Donghu Brush in his hand.
Lu Zheng gently raised his hand and wrote stroke by stroke on the book.
In an instant, the surrounding wind and snow stopped.
The previously raging cold wind instantly subsided.
Between heaven and earth, a powerful force, drawn by the aura emanating from Lu Zheng, surged and converged.
Instantly, the pen and paper in front of Lu Zheng shone brightly, emitting a rich and mysterious aura.
Four large characters immediately appeared on the paper: Taiping Fadian (Code of Peace).
(End of this chapter)