Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 238 Earth Dragon Turns Over

If you could only read one fantasy novel in your life, it would probably be "The Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions".

The aunt ate three bags of stones before she regained her strength and her spirit flew out of the stones again.

However, its soul light was dim, indicating that it had been severely depleted.

Everyone understood.

My aunt is very fierce and powerful, but she seems to only have the power for one strike. However, even one strike is amazing.

"Even a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow might not fare well." She Nu observed carefully, "If I still had my physical body, even at my peak, I probably wouldn't have been able to dodge this move and would have been seriously injured."

Wang Daniu jumped into the pit, braving the heat, and used his gun to lift the pile of iron up. Then he drew his knife and chopped it down fiercely!

Ding!

His finest iron sword broke in two, leaving only a faint white mark on the pile of iron.

"Hiss..." Fu Hongying gasped, "This iron is probably at the level of Xuan Iron, isn't it?"

"Grandma's thunder is too domineering."

"If we do it a few more times, will we be able to refine it into even better iron?"

The aunt quickly shook her head.

"I can't come, I can't come, I'm starving."

Yang Silang laughed heartily.

He doesn't need to use many moves; just this one move is his trump card!

From now on, let's not call it Chongshan Seal anymore. Let's call this magic weapon Flying Thunder Stone!

A few days later.

late at night.

Yang Silang had just finished his cultivation.

In the past few days, he has finally cultivated a new branch of the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian, which belongs to the Wood element, and his true energy is circulating within it with great skill.

Because he had grasped the true meaning of wood, he began his cultivation with the true energy of wood.

The newly replaced desk.

The Flying Thunder Stone was placed on top, and there were more than ten stone bags on the ground with their openings tied. However, thick ropes of stone energy were thrown into the Flying Thunder Stone like moths to a flame.

On the stone.

The little aunt materialized and lay comfortably on it, her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth breathing in and out stone energy, happily eating.

Sudden.

Yang Silang felt a burning sensation on his arm.

The fox tattoo lit up, releasing a surge of demonic energy that finally coalesced into the figure of a woman in palace attire on the chair.

It was none other than Consort Hu, Hu Jiaoniang, whom we hadn't seen for a long time.

"Greetings, Your Majesty..." Yang Silang greeted with a smile.

As for the little girl who was happily absorbing the five-colored stone energy on the table, she slipped back into the flying thunderstone with a whoosh.

The stone spun around twice in the same spot.

The moment this creature appeared, it exuded a strong demonic aura. As a stone demon, it was extremely sensitive to this and immediately hid as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

Empress Hu is far too powerful; she is a genuine demon immortal, so dealing with her is a piece of cake.

Hu Jiaoniang nodded to Yang Silang as a return greeting.

She waved her hand.

whoosh...

The flying thunderstone fell into her palm.

"Hmm... this little thing is quite interesting." Hu Jiaoniang laughed, "It actually developed the bloodline of the Mysterious Crystal Ancient Demon and even repaired a magic treasure to enhance its soul power."

"He's quite clever and fortunate; Purple Cloud Thunder Copper is hard to find."

Yang Silang watched as his aunt trembled incessantly in Hu Jiaoniang's hands.

Da da da.

It's hard to imagine that a pebble could vibrate so rhythmically, so vividly expressing emotions like fear and dread.

"However, it is still too young," Hu Jiaoniang carefully probed inside with her demonic energy, "this magic weapon can probably only withstand one or two strikes."

"But as his cultivation level increases, this magic weapon will eventually surpass the power of a True Person level magic weapon."

"Aren't you also a cultivator? You can use it as your natal magic weapon."

"Moreover, Purple Cloud Thunder Copper is an extremely yang and strong substance. I recall that there is a suitable method in Emperor Yongchang's personal treasury. I will find it for you another day."

"This technique can use the power of thunder to cleanse the soul and body, thus greatly increasing the speed of cultivation."

"The reason why the eldest sons of great families can cultivate to an extraordinary degree is because they supplement their cultivation with this body-refining and soul-tempering method."

Yang Silang was overjoyed upon hearing this.

He was wondering if the Flying Thunder Stone was already like this, but he didn't expect it could grow along with his aunt.

If you use it as your natal magic weapon, and you obtain a method to temper your soul and cleanse your body with lightning, your cultivation can be accelerated.

The natal magic weapon of a Taoist cultivator is the same as the fundamental cultivation technique of a martial artist; both require a great deal of time and effort to develop.

One's own killing and fighting power rests entirely on it, and once chosen, it cannot be easily changed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty..." Yang Silang said sincerely and solemnly.

Hu Jiaoniang waved her hand and smiled.

"This is nothing. I promised to find you the Taizu Long Fist style, but I didn't manage to find it in the end."

"I'll put in a good word for you with Emperor Yongchang and get you placed in the Seven-Colored Cave Heaven Treasure Vault."

"I never expected you to choose the Chongshan Seal, this damaged treasure, in the end."

"I was thinking something bad. The complete Chongshan Seal is extremely effective at suppressing, killing, and destroying souls and bodies with lightning, but the incomplete seal is a different story."

"I just didn't expect you to fix it by some unexpected turn of events."

Yang Silang was startled. He had thought that he was able to enter the Seven-Colored Cave Heaven because of Zhou Mingxuan, but he did not expect that it was Hu Jiaoniang who made the difference.

"The Empress has planned so much for me..." He was deeply moved and excited, wondering whether he should tell the story of Investiture of the Gods.

Unexpectedly, Hu Jiaoniang suddenly changed the subject.

"Are you planning to leave Beijing in the next few days?"

Yang Silang nodded.

"Well, everything is done, there's no point in me staying in the capital anymore, so I'm thinking of leaving."

Inside the Martial Arts Tower, the Great Five Elements Strength and the Great Five Elements Fist have been memorized, and he only needs to go back and practice them diligently.

Like most of the successful candidates in the imperial examinations, Yang Silang prepared to return home by both land and water.

Hu Jiaoniang nodded, then suddenly her face turned serious.

"Yes, you'll have to take a different route when you leave."

"A few days ago, a messenger arrived at the imperial court reporting that the capital of Jiangbei Province had been lost."

"Several provincial rebel kings joined forces with the Sweeping King. The five rebel kings mobilized an army of 400,000 men, and half of Jiangbei Province has already fallen."

"If you want to return to Jiangnan Province, that's the place you must pass through if you travel by water."

You must take a detour.

Yang Silang's expression turned serious.

Last time, outside the provincial capital of Jiangbei Province, the government troops defeated the Sweeper King decisively.

Unexpectedly, this "sweeping king" turned out to be an indestructible cockroach, joining forces with several other rebel kings to take over the provincial capital.

He thought for a moment and then asked in return.

"Your Majesty, is this news from Princess Le'an's wedding?"

On the day of the wedding, Eunuch Chun left halfway through, and the faces of the other noble families were also grim. The joyous atmosphere suddenly turned gloomy, and Yang Silang knew that something big had happened.

It's unclear what exactly happened, but now that Hu Jiaoniang says that half of Jiangbei Province has fallen and the provincial capital has been lost, it all makes sense.

Hu Jiaoniang nodded and said that was indeed the case.

She chatted with Yang Silang for a few more minutes, urging him to make preparations early and pack his belongings.

"I will teach you a method..."

She told Yang Silang a series of incantations. As long as he used them on her clone on his arm, she would sense it and know that Yang Silang would be leaving in a day or two, and would definitely come to see him.

Seeing that Yang Silang's rehearsal was flawless, Consort Hu's wisp of her main soul drifted away, and her demonic energy condensed and transformed back into the tattoo on his arm.

After seeing Hu Jiaoniang off.

Yang Silang then gently comforted his aunt, whose body was still trembling.

"That demon was terrifying..." The little girl was still trembling, a natural reaction to a demon far exceeding her own rank.

However, tonight is bound to be turbulent.

He managed to coax his aunt until her body stopped trembling and she could eat smoothly.

After practicing for a while and using the Rejuvenation Divine Power, Yang Silang was about to take a short rest before continuing his practice.

boom!

The earth was trembling violently!

It was as if an earth dragon was turning over.

Yang Silang used to practice archery, leaving the walls riddled with holes.

At that moment, the wall cracked open and split in two, but fortunately it did not collapse.

Yang Silang lay on the bed beneath him, trembling violently like a small boat in a raging storm.

"Eh..." Yang Silang exerted his back, hip, and leg muscles, as if countless small fists were pushing his body to bounce up lightly, and then landed steadily on the ground. His feet were firmly planted, and he stood steadily no matter how violently the ground shook.

He was quick-witted and nimbly caught all the cups, saucers, and plates that had fallen into the air.

Once the violent shaking has subsided, put them back in their original positions.

Yang Silang strode out the door, only to hear the clamor and cries that filled the city.

The earthquake just now affected the entire city, but it seems that the capital city was not located at the epicenter.

Chaos broke out in the inn as well, with many people fleeing outside the courtyard, barely clothed.

Yang Silang even saw many nearly naked men and women in the crowd.

"What a nasty earthworm..." Wang Daniu covered his forehead, bumping his head so hard that he had a big bump. He ran out of the house barefoot, finally putting on a long gown.

Then Fu Hongying, along with her father Fu Dongjia, arrived. At this point, everyone was lucky if they could even put together half a set of clothes, and no one cared who laughed at whom.

Only Yang Silang maintained his habit of practicing martial arts at midnight, always dressed neatly.

"What's going on?" Master Fu asked in alarm. "Since the dynasty established its capital in the capital..."

"The city has been protected by a powerful formation and has never experienced an earthquake before. Why is it shaking so violently today?"

Yang Silang's heart stirred upon hearing this.

He closed his eyes and silently used his spiritual senses.

Fortunately, he was neither internally cultivating his spirit nor externally cultivating his body during the earthquake.

Otherwise, he would definitely have been injured under the immense shockwaves of heaven and earth just now.

Now, let's talk about the connection between the soul and spirit.

The Nine Dragons Spirit-Binding Array that had been shrouding the capital city seemed to have truly encountered a problem.

Originally, there seemed to be an invisible, transparent barrier above and below the capital city, which bound and changed the flow of spiritual energy in such a vast area.

The spiritual energy in the capital city has not decreased, but rather it has been intentionally directed to several key points, making those places rich in spiritual energy.

The rest of the vast area has become a spiritual desert, making it extremely difficult for people to cultivate martial arts or Taoism.

Now, Yang Silang has become acutely aware that his soul is absorbing spiritual energy much faster, and his blood and qi have become more active.

Originally bound by iron chains and unable to be free, it now seems as if one or two chains have broken.

The chaotic situation continued until morning.

Because of the continuous aftershocks, people dared not stay indoors and could only rest in the open air.

Fortunately, the weather is hot now and not cold at night, otherwise it would be a real ordeal.

The news was flying around all morning.

Wang Daniu rode his big blue bike out for a spin and came back, vividly recounting what he had seen and heard.

For example, the outer city wall was torn from the top of the city wall all the way to the city gate, and then extended down to the foundation of the wall.

In the inner city, half of the wall of the East Chang'an Gate, where the list of successful candidates had been posted, had collapsed and was piled up on the ground like a small hill.

Furthermore, one section of the imperial city wall was shaken so badly that it tilted completely, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

"Oh, right... I saw Instructor Long..." Wang Daniu whispered in Yang Silang's ear.

"I was worried that he might get trapped inside and never be able to get out, since he's all alone."

"I never imagined that the coach would have someone to accompany him now; he's living a very comfortable life."

"I called her 'Coach's wife,' and even helped tidy up the yard. I also applied medicine to her injured leg."

"The lady is overjoyed and wants me to stay for tea."

"Since the coach isn't home, I naturally can't stay any longer and politely decline."

"The lady told me that as soon as the earthquake occurred last night, she heard a panicked voice coming from his waist pendant."

Wang Daniu kept his voice very low.

"They said the Jinghe Mausoleum's treasure peak exploded, and apparently green-haired flying zombies flew out of the imperial mausoleum's underground palace..."

"Instructor Long didn't even put on his pants; he grabbed his sword and his waist token, and rode out of the city."

"The lady was trapped under the cupboard, but she managed to crawl out on her own."

Yang Silang felt a jolt run through his body upon hearing this.

Wait, what about the green hair on Emperor Jinghe's body that Mo Xinlian mentioned last time?

Could this green-haired flying zombie that flew out of the imperial mausoleum be Emperor Jinghe?

If a king of a country, even a dead king, were to become a flying zombie, wouldn't a large number of heads be chopped off?

Dragon Instructor hasn't been in office for long, he hasn't even settled into his new role yet, will he be implicated?