Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1024 - 523: Mo Fu

Actually, Chen Xuantian was quite troubled, even though his two teammates were supposedly righteous partners, promising Daoists, with heavenly blessings guaranteeing their future success, destined to become patriarchs one day, their fate much stronger than ordinary people. But unfortunately, they were still too useless now.

Yeah, no matter how good their natural talent, how high their comprehension, how great their potential, how focused their Daoist heart, and how exceptional their cheats are, it doesn’t change the fact that they are still useless, getting knocked down for three months after taking a single blow, that’s not just roadside trash, right? Getting splattered with blood, with wounds making them unrecognizable even to their own mothers, isn’t that pure cannon fodder?

What’s worse, they didn’t even realize they were useless, with their fart-like skills, they insisted on being righteous partners, trying to level up and challenge a group dungeon by pulling a tiger’s whiskers. Okay, let me give you a chance, you want to act chivalrous, you want to punish evildoers, let’s see the real deal under pressure, start with a simple trash group and see how strong your luck is, how many pounds you weigh.

And the outcome? Oh well, a mere trash single-headed snake and a trash bald monk, even a Divinity Transformation trash is still trash, leading to a trash against trash result, getting the two of them into severe injuries, nearly dead and barely escaping disaster. With such poor capabilities, giving you an opportunity is useless.

So, the serious matters could only be handled by Chen Xuantian alone.

Yeah, after seizing opportunities from the Nine-Headed Beast, eliminating the slightly threatening bald guy, Chen Xuantian transferred the two from the army warehouse back to Chan Zi’s duck nest, merging two pots of soup into one. For the next three months, during the day, he would cook up private meals for his teammates, stew soup, cook meat, heal their injuries, and take the opportunity to guide a group of little kids in reading and writing.

At night, his Primordial Spirit would emerge, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, gathering information about Southern Border’s customs, devising plans, not only preparing the Yellow Register Atlas Yang Yunzhao requested but also strategizing an attack on Li Country, readying it for him to deliver.

Listing out Southern Border’s forces, resources, how many followers the Nangong Family has, how many enemies, who is the MVP among the Twelve Tiger Ministers, who is a worthless bum, who should be killed, who can be spared, everything was detailed and properly planned.

Even considering how many troops Huan Tianyuan, a General of Miscellaneous Titles, could actually utilize with the power of one county, he calculated everything precisely. As long as no third-party forces intervene, following the plan step-by-step, everything would be a piece of cake, effortlessly attainable. Of course, if a corporation intervenes, it turns into a PvP single-player scenario where calculations need adjustment.

In short, three months flew by in no time. Chen Xuantian kept doing daily quests, boosting favorable relationships, completing tasks while sipping soup, munching on dried fish when his mouth was free, and incidentally forming his Elixir.

Yeah, the Dragon-Tiger Golden Core Pill, due to Yang Yunzhao’s unexpected interference caused delays by battling two Divinity Transformations for a side quest midway. Although slightly delayed, it was completed without risks, smoothly, aptly, appropriately, and timely.

And then Chan Zi’s master returned the next day.

Sure enough, it was still that old farmer, carrying a basket, wielding a cane, covered in rags, with hemp clothes and straw shoes stained with dried, blackened blood, looking distressed like someone fleeing from famine.

"Demon Sects and Demonic Paths!"

But having seen the world, upon first glance, he recognized what Chen Xuantian was, flipped the basket, lifted the stick, gathered his energy, and directly struck with a sword.

Fortunately, Chen Xuantian had seen this old man’s skills before, knowing his fundamental techniques were exceedingly solid, among the top even within the Mystical Sect True Inheritance, he considered himself incapable of sword fighting him like Tie Dan, going head-to-head in a challenging match. Yet, using tricks, he feared unintentionally killing him, which would upset Chan Zi immensely.

So without a word, he let out a shrill cry like a crane, wrapped himself in Innate Gang Qi, utilizing that stellar Qinggong, and rocketed into the sky like a plump quail missile, exclaiming, "Surprise! I can fly!" elegantly exiting the battle, waiting for Chan Zi to come out and save the day.

"Master! You misunderstood! The fat guy is a good person!"

The old man looked back, and oh boy, after months of absence, the disciple had been corrupted into looking like a slab of caramelized sugar bar, the evil flame surged, nearly bursting out a mouthful of blood.

"Demon Path! You’ve harmed my disciple! I won’t forgive you!"

This old farmer indeed had profound Daoist cultivation, very steady martial skills, if using Qi Manipulation to fly, he could run for days incessantly, but unfortunately, spending a lifetime being grounded, he hadn’t studied those left-foot-on-right-foot spiral ascensions of the Evil Path, leading to Chen Xuantian’s rocket launching nearing the tropopause, while he was still busy pinching the formula, hadn’t finished reading a single stripe of the Flying Technique...

Chen Xuantian recognized his weakness at a glance, naturally becoming unafraid, just crossed his arms and sat on a cloud, leaving it for Chan Zi to handle.

"Master! You really misunderstood! He saved our lives!"

Chan Zi was quite persuasive, seeing his master flying up, about to fight endlessly, grabbed his own cane and struck to interrupt his master’s reading. Bamboo poles and wooden sticks clashed fiercely, making the old farmer curse,

"Idiot! You’ve been bewitched by the Demon Path Evil Technique!"

Yet, despite the anger, the sight of Chan Zi in such a tragic state made it impossible for a master to harm him, forcing him to withdraw the sword energy, and upon close contact, realized this youngster’s formidable strength and vitality, in mere months his cultivation had skyrocketed, surpassing decades of ordinary hard work.