Cultivation: Fortune by Lots-Chapter 507 - 255. The Sword Passed Down for Thousands of Miles (Two-in-One Chapter)_5

Chapter 507: 255. The Sword Passed Down for Thousands of Miles (Two-in-One Chapter)_5

After Ye Moquan’s initial shock, his mind quickly settled back down.

Although he had lost a major trump card, he did not alter his original plan, nor did he restore the ancestral ground’s restrictions and the ritual to their former state, but instead continued to shift to Spring and Autumn, moving against the tide, guiding the surging Wenhua Qi up to resist Xu Yuanzhen’s Mahayana Daoist Scene.

Though they both stood at the Ninth Heavenly Layer, in terms of minor realm levels, Ye Moquan’s cultivation had proved higher; it’s only that his age had caught up to him, far from his former peak, and he especially could not endure a prolonged fight.

But so long as he borrowed the strength of the ancestral ground, he had no worries at his back.

If there was any concern in the old man’s heart, it was actually Xu Yuanzhen’s Mahayana Daoist Scene before his eyes.

Within the depths of that cosmic darkness, there remained places he could not see through.

.........

Fang Du of Jingxiang, Chu Peng of Suzhou, Lin Lishan of Youzhou, and Ye Ming of Qingzhou, these four core leaders of the great noble families, now all had sharp gazes, minds wholly focused, witnessing the clash between Ye Moquan and Xu Yuanzhen.

Until both Chu Peng and Ye Ming each received clan disciples rushing over from afar.

These Chu Clan and Ye Clan disciples felt their Spiritual Souls quiver, their lifeblood churn just by approaching this place.

It was only with Chu Peng and Ye Ming protecting them in time that they remained unharmed.

Receiving the missives delivered by their clansmen, the two men read them carefully.

Lin Lishan turned his head with Fang Du, "Is it about to begin?"

Chu Peng gave a quiet nod, "The appointed hour has come."

Ye Ming looked to Fang Du, "Kuanze, the emperor may issue an edict to Jingxiang."

Fang Du’s expression remained calm, "So long as Mount Shu’s side goes north with us, it doesn’t matter."

The four of them nodded in silence, speaking no further, their gaze once more cast toward the distant Jinzhou, to the Ye Clan Ancestral Land.

.........

Lei Jun, on the road to Jinzhou, received a transmission from his sect.

The Tang Imperial Court had sent agents to the ruined Bodhi Temple, where they did indeed discover the great winter military ritual and destroyed it.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted up north at Xuantian Temple.

This Buddhist Sacred Land, which had always struck the world as a closed-off, quiet place, followed the precedent set by the Celestial Master Mansion and Mount Shu, and broke out in internal strife. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

After Master Yuan Mobai’s summary, Lei Jun shook his head.

Some monks at Xuantian Temple, including Elder Kongjian, truly hailed from families like Jinzhou Ye Clan or Zezhou Gao Family, which had ties to the temple.

But they were the minority.

First, there were few gifted enough to cultivate in the Buddhist Precept Adhering Lineage.

Second, cultivation in the Precept Adhering Lineage required arduous discipline, with vows strictly fulfilled or the path wasted.

The ones who could persist were rare to begin with.

Xuantian Temple had always been the Sacred Land with the fewest inheritors, and that was no accident.

This time, though, some disciples from Xuantian Temple whose origins were not from noble families also sided with Elder Kongjian and his group.

Xuantian Temple’s way and core doctrine always instructed disciples to sow virtuous causes, accept both sweetness and bitterness, and cultivate diligently.

Over time, it naturally led to the mentality of crossing the Bitter Sea in this life to seek the next.

The idea even kept expanding.

Strictly speaking, Bodhi Temple, Tianlong Temple, and Vajra Temple also had plenty of monks with similar views—only, Xuantian Temple’s proportion was especially high.

Given that, all things of this life—suffering and joy—lost their significance.

Some people thus let go completely; the dynasty, the aristocratic families, all had nothing to do with us.

Others, though, preferred to keep things as they were, refusing to break the status quo.

Firmness and constancy alone brought eternal freedom and realization of True Essence.

*Interwoven thus, the fractures grew deeper.*

For that reason alone, Jinzhou Ye Clan, though they continued suppressing and infiltrating Xuantian Temple, had never resorted to drastic measures.

Judging by how Xuantian Temple’s inheritors traditionally acted, if no further outside force interfered, they might split in future, but civil war was not certain.

But at this moment, Elder Kongjian and his cohort had made their mark...

"Whatever, none of this is my problem," Lei Jun said, shaking his head.

The Tang Imperial Court had already intervened, and the seasonal military ritual was abolished.

*But what about senior sister’s situation?*

As Lei Jun traveled onward, he had already entered the Jinzhou region.

He reached out to Tang Xiaotang at the same time.

"Just getting to the critical part, senior sister started brandishing her weapon!" Tang Xiaotang sounded excited.

Hearing that, Lei Jun quickened his pace.

But just then, a light sphere suddenly flashed in his mind, words emerging upon it,

[The wind and clouds stir the realm, fourfold interlocking games, calamities rise and fall, fortune and disaster entwined.]

Lei Jun immediately slowed his pace.

Then, he saw, once again, that four divination lots emerged from the light sphere this time,

[Moderately good lot, head northeast to Tianle Mountain, a chance to gain a third-rank opportunity, there will be storms to overcome, deal with caution and have no regrets, auspicious.]

[Perfectly neutral lot, head southeast to Duanlong Gorge, a chance to gain a fifth-grade opportunity, there will be storms to overcome, deal with caution and have no regrets, average.]

[Moderately unlucky lot, head southwest to Jingshan Cliff, nothing to gain, considerable danger ahead, be careful in the extreme, ominous.]

[Moderately unlucky lot, head northwest to Wuzhai Peak, nothing to gain, considerable danger ahead, be careful in the extreme, ominous.]

Two moderately unlucky lots... Lei Jun raised an eyebrow.

*With his current cultivation and resources, he could still draw two ominous lots at once—clearly, there were hidden depths here.*

Lei Jun had no intention of choosing either moderately unlucky lot.

*But it was time for certain things to be done.*

"Master," Lei Jun contacted Yuan Mobai.

At the same time, he stepped into the True One Altar Cave Heaven born of the Celestial Master Seal.

The threefold True One Altar shimmered with purple, gold, and azure radiance.

At that moment, atop the altar, the purple light grew stronger and stronger, thunder emanating out from it.

A magical sword, inscribed with rune and talisman patterns on its surface, gradually began to reveal itself from within.