Cultivation Helped by Ancestors-Chapter 310 - 260: Zhang’s School

The monster, Drought Fiend, is an extremely terrifying creature in the world.

From the moment it’s born, it causes anomalies in the world, leaving barren lands for miles.

Such an existence is known as a legendary evil creature, and each appearance brings about massive disasters.

Zhang Jian originally intended for his Yang God Manifestation to join in on the spectacle.

The Yin Spirit’s nature transitioning to Yang Spirit Transformation allows him to manifest in daylight, not worrying about the poisonous True Solar Flame in the void, nor the various winds and airs.

But glancing at the slightly weary Qi Yuhua beside him, he hesitated and decided not to indulge in the excitement.

Sometimes, having less curiosity saves you from a lot of unnecessary trouble!

Yet Zhang Jian’s vast Divine Sense can clearly detect streaks of Divine Light swiftly crossing the sky, indicating that some cultivators are heading towards the commotion.

...

In the Imperial City of Haojing, Yinsi Master Chaomu appeared frantically in the sky.

The surging Corpse Fiend Qi, accompanied by a sky full of red light, stirred the once peaceful Spiritual Field fiercely like a ’mischievous rod’.

The cruel, blazing Corpse Qi resembled a giant rock plummeting into calm waters, creating countless ripples!

Within Chaomu’s Primordial Spirit Divine Sense, nothing could escape.

His eyes darkened.

Like Zhang Jian, the thought of ’Drought Fiend’ instantly flashed through his mind.

This is a monster beyond the Flying Corpse.

In the Zombie clan, it stands at the top of the food chain, on par with Flying Yaksha, Blood Corpse King, and Corpse God.

"It seems I’m in trouble again!"

A hint of gloom appeared in Chaomu’s eyes.

The emergence of a monster of Drought Fiend’s caliber is not something ordinary Daoists at the Observatory Platform can handle; it’s best left to us National Guardian Masters.

The other National Guardian Masters are preoccupied with important duties, leaving only him free to act.

Chaomu suspected this to be a ploy by some sect to cause him trouble, or perhaps just a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain!

But even if it’s an open scheme, he had no choice but to accept it reluctantly.

...

In the depths of the Dragon Vein

Yuan Geng sat cross-legged in the Heaven-Praying Bureau, seeing Chaomu enter from outside, he was a bit helpless, having guessed Chaomu’s intention, he waved his hand and said.

"Fellow Daoist Chao, you see now, I am very busy!"

Chaomu sighed.

"Brother Yuan, I am also busy, but the safety of Haojing City can only be entrusted to you!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Geng Daoist knew he couldn’t escape this time, and had to say:

"Brother Chao, I won’t see you next time!"

Chaomu was indifferent, saying calmly:

"As for the one deep in the Dragon Vein, don’t disturb him unless necessary, we must ensure that one successfully refines his treasure!"

Pausing slightly, he added, "Otherwise, I will unnecessarily make enemies!"

Yuan Geng Daoist snickered at this: "You’re fine, at least you can still move around; I haven’t left here in hundreds of years!"

Hearing this, Chaomu shook his head and said.

"Who told you to rob the treasures of the Righteous Sects; you brought this upon yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Geng Daoist furrowed his brows, ready to retort, but the words got stuck in his throat.

He also felt some helplessness.

Some things can’t really be blamed on him.

Ultimately, Yuan Geng Daoist was a bit impatient, waving his hand and saying.

"Alright, go in, don’t dawdle here!"

Upon hearing this, Chaomu glanced at Yuan Geng and stepped forward into the Dragon Vein.

Half an hour later, the terrifying Fiend Qi emerging from the depths of the Dragon Vein gradually dissipated, streaks of red light extinguishing.

...

In Haojing City, at Prince Zheng’s Mansion, a graceful figure with charming eyes gazed toward the East Mausoleum direction, observing a mysterious ferocious power gradually restraining itself from the Profound Void, a ripple shimmering deep in her eyes.

"What exactly is the Daqian Royal Family refining?"

This Golden Maiden Saintess pondered deeply.

Her eyes flickered as various leads surfaced in her mind from the information the Golden Maiden Sect had gathered over the years, yet she couldn’t grasp that trace of Spiritual Light.

After a brief moment, she suppressed her thoughts.

As a cultivator, she has plenty of time and patience to wait; she is also getting closer to the truth!

She furrowed her brows, constantly checking for omissions and filling gaps since Zhao Cheng’s exposure six months ago, decisively halting her manipulative plans on numerous beauties.

The three magic seeds in her hands ended up with three other alternative hosts.

Unable to infiltrate the Imperial Palace with her means, she did feel some regret, but wasn’t bothered.

The other three candidates were equally superior, and if controls were established, they could produce miraculous effects in the future.

Just then, glancing towards a corridor, she noticed a young girl dressed as a female attendant hurrying over, bowing slightly and saying.

"Princess Consort, the King is calling you!"

"I know!"

She nodded gently, her opulent palace attire turning as she returned to the palace.

...

Haojing City, with the arrival of the first snow of winter, was filled with a pervasive moisture.

However, around Haojing City, there was bustling activity.

In front of the Great Nong Temple, a long queue stretched like a dragon, with many citizens eagerly waiting.

Moreover, many people were ’fully armed’ clearing the snow.

The primary reason they were in line was for the Great Nong Temple’s event today, where shoveling snow would earn them free seeds for vegetables and fruits.

Receiving a variety of vegetable seeds randomly, naturally got the citizens of Haojing City excited.

"Everybody calm down! Those causing chaos or receiving multiple times will have their distributed seeds forcibly retrieved!"

From afar, someone shouted loudly at the entrance of the Great Nong Temple.

That was the official from the Great Nong Temple’s Government Office.

Over ten officials were maintaining order, but it was obvious that their numbers were insufficient, so Zhang Fu, along with a few servants by Zhang Jian’s side, joined in.