A Night of Desperation

Chapter 352: signs 2

"No..." Qing Huang shook her head, "The Alliance is busy planning the next major assault on the Taoist Sects and no one is paying attention to the Black Disaster Spirit Disaster."

"..." Yu Hong frowned, "Why? Hasn’t the Spirit Disaster already caused so much harm? Why doesn’t even the Seven Evil Alliance take it seriously?"

"The Alliance Hierarch and the Seven Evils don’t see the Black Disaster Spirit Disaster as a problem. Their attitude is that even if it fully unleashes, they are confident that they can quickly suppress it again. Whether it’s the Black Disaster or the Spirit Disaster, they are merely tools and weapons used to disrupt the Taoist Sects, nothing more," Qing Huang replied.

"...." True to the lineage, Yu Hong didn’t know what to say.

Clearly, the magicians of this world have not suffered the pain of the Source Disaster; regardless of good or evil, they all underestimate the Source Disaster.

In their view, the opponent behind the Source Disaster is the real key. As long as they solve the opponent, things like the Source Disaster can be easily suppressed in a flash and everything can be restored.

"To be honest." Qing Huang also showed a hint of confusion, "Alliance Hierarch, with the Black Disaster Spirit Disaster under control and monitored by the Sky Stabilizing Plate, they can’t make any big waves. Why do you still pay such close attention? Why expend energy and spirit to probe it?"

"That’s because you don’t understand how terrible they are...." Yu Hong sighed.

Ever since he arrived in this world, he has felt that the environment has been deteriorating, without pause.

Even though the Sky Stabilizing Plate previously sealed the Yin Qi Sky Pillar here, the environmental spiritual fluctuation values are still on the rise.

"I...." He tried to describe in detail the terror of the Black Disaster.

Suddenly, in front of the two, a white wave on the sea rose abruptly.

With a splash.

Within the wave, a white shadow burst through the foam, hiding in the white waves and shooting into the sky, disappearing into the clouds in a blink of an eye.

"What just came out?!" Yu Hong asked with a grave expression.

"...It seems, like a fish?" Qing Huang answered uncertainly.

Yu Hong picked up the multimeter and turned it on.

Beep....

The data "1.264" suddenly appeared on the liquid crystal display screen.

"It’s over 1...." Yu Hong’s expression turned grave.

He looked up in the direction where that thing had flown away.

Deciding in his heart, when he returned he would speed up the cultivation of the Guanwu Skill. As soon as possible, he will get the special characteristics of the Cultivation Technique, and also use the Black Mark to strengthen Qingchen Temple, to see if he could create a local Taizhou protective array.

To ensure more people survive.

One month later.

Facing Taozhou City, Qingchen Temple issued a new recruitment announcement.

It offered extremely lenient conditions for recruiting scattered magicians, which caused quite a stir among the magician circles.

Normally, any magician sect’s recruitment is based on whether one can cultivate its signature Cultivation Technique as a basic requirement.

This Cultivation Technique often has a high threshold, serving as a significant filter.

But this time, Yu Hong, as the Temple Master, set aside the recruitment Cultivation Technique Guanwu Skill, instead offering another Cultivation Technique called the Spirit Light Secret Skill.

Anyone willing could try to cultivate it and this Cultivation Technique has a very low threshold.

Many magicians, with the attitude of giving it a try, went to test it. Unexpectedly, five went and all five passed!

One even had very poor Daoist Skills aptitude, a magician who barely managed to produce Dao Breath in the past.

Even with such aptitude, they were able to practice the Spirit Light Secret Skill and manifest Spirit Light.

Suddenly, the entire magician community of Taizhou went crazy.

Who wouldn’t want to become a disciple of a prestigious sect? Who wouldn’t want to proudly proclaim themselves as a true disciple of the Taoist Sects?

Isn’t it just because they lack the aptitude and can’t meet the standards?

Haven’t you seen how many disciples Qingchen Temple had before? Only a few from the Dao Seed Class, right?

And now, Yu Hong has opened this opportunity.

Qingchen Temple also bought a large piece of wasteland in the suburbs at a high price.

Then they gathered construction teams to begin rapid construction.

The number of external disciples joining increased day by day, with nearly a dozen people joining daily for preservation of life, and then receiving the Spirit Light Secret Skill from a few old Taoists of the Yu Generation.

With the title and resources of a Taoist Sect disciple as an inducement, Qingchen Temple absorbed over three hundred magicians from various places in just half a month.

A small part of these magicians were from Taizhou itself, but the vast majority were from other areas.

Once they confirmed that the title of external disciple was real and the Spirit Light Secret Skill they were cultivating was genuine, they packed up their families and migrated.

After all, no magician wants to see their condition plummet quickly after thirty, with a significant loss of power and lifespan.

When it concerns the crucial matter of survival, Qingchen Temple’s move was too attractive.

Meanwhile, Yu Hong was diligently cultivating the Guanwu Skill on the one hand, and on the other, he began gathering the elixir Taoists within the temple, trying to concoct a special potion that could increase the speed of cultivation.

At this time, in one of the pavilions.

He stayed in the laboratory with three old Taoists, discussing how to improve the medicinal soup previously used in the Taoist Temple.

In terms of elixirs, it was Yu Zhong who was particularly skilled, and he had always been in charge of this area.

In fact, he is also one of the three old Taoists.

Hearing Yu Hong’s request, he showed a troubled expression.

"Shi nephew Zheng Rou, it’s not that we don’t want to work on it, but your request is actually very difficult to achieve," he sighed.

"Medicinal soup that increases the speed of cultivation—if that were possible, we would have done it already. Actually, because of the Cultivation Technique, our sect does not have much need for materials; instead, we have very high requirements for spiritual willpower. And there has never been any medicinal soup known to strengthen spiritual willpower."

"I can understand. So, the medicines that supplement nutrition and boost alertness can be prepared, right?" Yu Hong asked as a second option.

"There are indeed ready-made ones for that. Even people in our temple occasionally use them, such as the Concentrating Soup and the Gathering Heart Pills. These two are quite effective," Yu Zhong explained.

"Give me these two ready-made medicines; I’ll try their effects," Yu Hong ordered.

"Alright."

Soon, an assistant brought over a portion of each of the two medicines.

Both were stored in brown light-proof glass bottles, and they were still cold to the touch, obviously refrigerated.

"I will try these first and then think of other ways," Yu Hong took the two bottles of medicine and instructed them to research safe supplements that replenish Essence Qi and spirit, before turning to leave.

Spiritual cultivation requires the consumption of Essence Qi and spirit, so nourishing them will become a key focus in the Taoist Temple.

Moreover, through the Enhancing Potions, he had obtained a trace of inferior Moon God Bloodline, which gave him an idea.

Since the effects of the Black Mark Enhancing Potion were so good, he could certainly use this function to directly aid in the Cultivation of the Tai Ling Skill!

Thinking leads to action.

He quickly returned to his residence with the potions.

He placed the potions on the table inside his house.

Then he reached out to touch them.

’Enhancing Potion, maximum enhancement, direction: to aid in the Cultivation of the Tai Ling Skill, no side effects.’

Hiss.

Black lines flew out and streamed into the two bottles of potions.

Soon a countdown appeared: 72 days 11 hours 9 minutes.

"...So long..." Yu Hong was at a loss for words.

After hesitating, he still responded affirmatively.

Hiss.

The potions flickered slightly, and the Black Mark began to absorb a large amount of Inner Strength from the Tai Ling Skill within his body.

Only after sweeping away all his Power and consuming more than half of his mental and physical strength, making Yu Hong feel dizzy and blurred, did it stop.

Only then did the countdown on the surface of the two bottles of potions begin to tick down.

’According to the rule that the longer the time, the stronger the effect, I hope it will not disappoint me when the time comes...’ Yu Hong placed the two bottles of potions into the safe and locked it.

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Thousands of nautical miles away from Yasong.

Over a deep and cold azure sea, a large fishing vessel measuring hundreds of meters in length was anchored.

On the side of the fishing boat, two white-haired old Taoists from the Yunshu Mountain Taoist Sect were carefully observing the condition of the sea waves.

One came from the Dayunluo Temple by the Fa Ming Taoist name.

The other came from the Supreme Ningxu Palace by the Taoist name Yuan Chun.

Their relationship was indestructible, and they had agreed to handle this mission together.

However, upon arriving at their destination, they realized that the area was desolate, without even an island in sight, and they didn’t know how to swim; they couldn’t go down at all...

"Didn’t the mission state that there used to be an isolated island here? Where is the island now?" Fa Ming said, resigned.

"The mission description is incorrect. Let’s go back. We can’t proceed like this," Yuan Chun said, his expression equally helpless.

"Just received a satellite phone call; Xu Heavenly Master has finally come around and wants to reorganize the action group. Our old comrades can finally get together again. After so many years, it’s not easy."

"From the original thirty-plus people, after decades, only about a dozen are left who have broken through and stepped into Temple Master Level. Time spares no one; we were all geniuses back then..." Yuan Chun sighed.

"Do you know why Xu Heavenly Master suddenly agreed to reorganize the action group?" Fa Ming asked in a low voice.

"I’m not sure, but it might be related to the recent events. You know, over the years, the situation within the Taoist Sect has been feeling increasingly off," Yuan Chun said, frowning.

"To be honest, I didn’t agree with disbanding in the first place. At that time, I vaguely felt that there was a strong and hidden force within the Taoist Sect that we failed to capture. But by then, everyone was tired, and my voice didn’t carry much weight, so I had to go with the flow," Fa Ming said, "until recently, I felt that this force seemed to have surfaced again..."

"I’ve had the same feeling as you. The Seven Evil Alliance, how could it rampage outside for so many years... Whenever Xu Heavenly Master acts, the other side seems to know the plans in advance. If not for a mole inside, it would have been..."

Yuan Chun’s words were cut off when suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he saw a black boat far away on the sea, quickly approaching.

"This is the open sea, right?" he asked instinctively.

"Yes..." Fa Ming, who also noticed the boat, became solemn.

"Be careful, something is wrong!"

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure leaped from the small black boat in the distance.

The figure plunged into the sea with a splash and disappeared.

"Wait, something’s wrong! This is an illusion!" Fa Ming suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

With a single hand, he formed a Seal, instantly releasing a Technique.

A wave of blue light rippled around them like water waves.

Soon, they discovered that the small black boat, which appeared to be very far away just moments ago, was now shockingly only a hundred meters away from them in mere seconds.

Their sense of distance had been severely disrupted.

"This kind of special Technique for controlling distance... Not good! Could it be Xuan Jing Zi!" Fa Ming’s face changed dramatically.