Volume 7: The Strongest Four Realms Chapter 21: Man's murderous intent turns the world upside down (Part 1)
After a struggle, the heavy eyelids finally opened slowly, and the scene in front of my eyes gradually became clear.
What caught Lu Qingshan's eyes was a yellow tent roof.
Looking at the dirty and dilapidated tent roof, the memories before he fell into coma came flooding back like a tide.
His Taoist foundation was extracted, and even though he was seriously injured, he still used the Heaven-Suppressing Technique.
Even with Wangchuan's spiritual power, his condition only went from extremely bad to not that bad.
So after he forced himself to cut off his own foundation, he fell into a coma uncontrollably.
Lu Qingshan struggled and slowly sat up using his arms to support his body.
After sitting up, he calmed his mind and concentrated his spirit into his dantian.
His Nascent Soul was still sitting cross-legged in his Dantian, but this time its divine light was dim and its eyes were tightly closed, as if it was asleep, and no power was emanating from it anymore.
He cut his own foundation, so he had to rebuild it from the Qi Refining Stage.
Before his foundation of Taoism was rebuilt, he was a mortal who had lost all his cultivation.
However, although his cultivation was lost, his realm was still there.
Therefore, the path of rebuilding one's foundation in Taoism is naturally much easier than the first time.
Because before his cultivation level recovers to the early Nascent Soul stage, his practice will not encounter any bottlenecks.
"It's really like going back to the time before liberation..." Lu Qingshan felt the situation in his body and said with emotion: "I must take this opportunity to build a true flawless foundation."
He ruthlessly cut off his own foundation just to make up for his loss.
Fortunately, he discovered the problem early.
If he discovered the problem with his foundation after he had cultivated to the sixth or seventh realm, the cost of rebuilding it would be too high.
Moreover, it is definitely not an easy task to completely extract one's Taoist foundation from the body intactly.
Fortunately, the mountain ghost's magical power is strong enough.
In this case, the mountain ghost actually helped him by helping him find out his problem in advance.
What a good ghost.
Lu Qingshan sighed.
In his dantian, in addition to the Nascent Soul with dim divine light, there is actually a layer of light dark green spiritual power.
That was the power from the mountains and seas, which had not yet been completely exhausted by him.
This remaining part of the power of mountains and seas is equivalent to the spiritual power of a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.
But this is a one-time use, and there is no way to recover it once used, so you must use it sparingly before you restore your spiritual power.
Lu Qingshan's mind left his Dantian, his brows slightly furrowed, and he began to pay attention to his situation, "Where is this?"
At this moment, the tent curtain was lifted up.
Lu Qingshan looked towards the door curtain.
He didn't let down his guard until two figures, one tall and one thin, appeared in his sight.
"Young Master, are you awake?" The tall figure was Qin Yitian. Seeing Lu Qingshan waking up, his face was full of joy.
The thin figure was a little girl with a pale face and thin body. There was also joy in her eyes, but also a hint of timidity.
It was the little girl from the "Sheep" tribe who had accepted a piece of "moon cake" from him and told him all the news about Leigongchi.
If that's the case, I should be in the "Sheep" tribe now.
Lu Qingshan reacted quickly.
Under Lu Qingshan's gaze, Yang Qing'er panicked for a moment and rubbed the corner of her clothes with her left hand anxiously, but she still mustered up the courage, picked up the worn-out pottery bowl in her hand, handed it to Lu Qingshan, and said timidly: "You are seriously injured. Drinking this will make you heal faster..."
Lu Qingshan glanced at the ceramic bowl handed over by Yang Qing'er. There was some green, paste-like liquid in the bowl, and an unpleasant smell came to his face.
As if she was afraid that Lu Qingshan would despise her, Yang Qing'er quickly added: "If the men in the tribe are injured, they drink a bowl of 'Tibetan medicine' and they will recover quickly."
"This is the medicine that Qing'er personally boiled to make the herbs she picked from the canyon rock wall," Qin Yitian said, "Young Master, you have been in a coma for three days."
"I'm sorry to have made you worry." Lu Qingshan understood and said softly to Qin Yitian.
Then he smiled kindly at Yang Qing'er, took the bowl of so-called "Tibetan medicine" and drank it in one gulp.
He turned the ceramic bowl upside down and shook it towards Yang Qing'er, indicating that he had drunk it all.
Yang Qing'er smiled with a hint of shyness.
"My name is Yang Qing'er." Yang Qing'er looked at Lu Qingshan carefully, then said in a low voice.
"My name is Lu Qingshan. I don't know what's going on and why I'm here." Lu Qingshan gave the little girl a gentle smile.
"When I went to pick food for the sheep, I saw Sister Yitian carrying you, covered in blood, out of the pond..." The pond that Yang Qing'er was referring to was naturally the Thunder Pond. "I saw that you were so seriously injured, so I quickly brought you back..."
“But…” Yang Qing’er paused and said carefully: “The clan leader looked at your injuries and said that you used to be a cultivator, but now your cultivation seems to be completely destroyed. I’m afraid…”
Lu Qingshan did not comment, but did not explain either.
Ding ding ding!
Suddenly, there was a clanging sound outside the tent, mixed with faint cheers.
Yang Qing'er also showed a hint of joy on her face at this time.
"The hunting team must be back. It looks like they have gained something. This time we have meat to eat. If you have meat to eat, your body will recover faster," Yang Qing'er was extremely satisfied and asked expectantly, "Do you want to go out and take a look?"
"Well, okay." Lu Qingshan nodded with a smile, then stood up shakily.
He is not a muscular man like the physical cultivators, but after all, he was once a Nascent Soul cultivator, so his physical fitness is naturally much better than that of ordinary people.
After a short rest, although his body was still covered with a thick layer of scabs, he had already regained the ability to move.
Qin Yitian hurriedly stepped forward and held Lu Qingshan's arm. Although Yang Qing'er was shy, she also came over to support him.
The curtain of the tent was lifted, and what caught Lu Qingshan's eyes was a group of men wearing sheepskin clothes, returning triumphantly with a huge piece of meat on their shoulders.
It seemed to be a very successful hunt.
For a small and poor tribe like the Sheep Tribe, there is no such complicated cooking methods as frying, stir-frying or deep-frying.
First, there are not so many requirements, and second, there is no so-called seasoning.
They simply cut the meat into fist-sized pieces and threw them into a huge iron pot.
Soon, the fragrant aroma of meat spread throughout the small camp.
Yes, the "Sheep" tribe still belongs to the primitive system of the big pot meal, those who have food eat together, and those who have no food starve together.
Yang Qing'er supported Lu Qingshan and looked at the big pot where the meat was boiling, swallowing her saliva unconsciously.
For the children of the "Sheep" tribe, who are extremely short of material resources, nothing is more important than eating.
In front of the big pot, all the people in the tribe lined up with bowls in their hands, and some women were cooking.
Women and children get one piece of meat, while adult men get two large pieces.
"Go and line up." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing'er's messy hair and said with a smile.
The little girl was already very greedy, but she insisted on supporting Lu Qingshan.
"But..." Yang Qing'er hesitated.
"It's okay. Sister Yitian is here to support me." Lu Qingshan said.
Only then did Yang Qing'er feel relieved and hurriedly joined the team.
After all, he is still a child.
An old man came over with two pottery bowls and handed them to Qin Yitian and Lu Qingshan.
There were two pieces of meat in the bowl, and some hard naan was torn into pieces and soaked in them.
"I am the chief of this tribe." Chief Sheep introduced himself.
This is a physical cultivator at the ninth level Refining.
Lu Qingshan took one look at the old man and could tell his cultivation level.
He did not refuse the kindness of the Sheep Chief and took the pottery bowl.
This bowl of meat soup was considered a feast for the members of the Sheep tribe, but it was not considered a delicacy in Lu Qingshan's opinion. After all, apart from some wild vegetables, there were no other condiments or spices. It was really very light.
And those hard naan, even if they are torn into pieces and soaked in soup, are still too hard to swallow.
However, Lu Qingshan still drank up all the broth.
"The distinguished guest should not be a local." Chief Sheep asked, with a hint of smile on his wrinkled face.
"From the East." Lu Qingshan meant the Eastern Region.
But the Sheep Chieftain obviously didn't think that far. He just nodded as if he understood, "That is indeed a very far place."
"Your Excellency is seriously injured. Would you like to rest here for a while?" Chief Sheep did not ask why Lu Qingshan came here, nor did he ask how he was injured.
This is a kind of wisdom brewed over the years.
Lu Qingshan thought about it, and finally nodded, "This place is quiet and remote, and my injuries do need time to recover. If possible, I also hope to rest here for a few more days. I just don't know if it will trouble the Sheep Clan Leader?"
The Sheep Chief smiled and said, "It's not a problem, it's not a problem."
…
The sheep chief allocated a tent for Lu Qingshan to live in, and Lu Qingshan stayed in the "sheep" tribe temporarily.
Except for children under four or five years old, there is no idle person in the "Sheep" tribe. Even Yang Qing'er has to go around picking wild grass during the day to feed the tribe's sheep.
Only at night do the people in the tribe have some time for themselves.
That night.
Lu Qingshan sat in front of the campfire, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yang Qing'er sat down next to Lu Qingshan cautiously, feeling a little shy.
"gentlemen……"
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Qing'er's eyes were full of anticipation, and she asked timidly, "Can you tell me about what's going on outside?"
"What's going on outside..." Lu Qingshan looked at Yang Qing'er with interest, and said slowly: "The world outside is very big. There are fox fairies, water monsters, river gods, the Dragon King in the sea, cultivators seeking immortality on land, and sword cultivators who can cut through the nine heavens with one sword. They can refine a flying sword and kill enemies thousands of miles away, or learn a sword skill and look down on everyone..."
Lu Qingshan followed the little girl's thoughts and told her a few swordsman stories that were half true and half false.
"Swordsman..." Yang Qing'er's eyes sparkled with stars, "Killing enemies thousands of miles away, looking down on everyone..."
"Sir, you are also a swordsman, right?" Yang Qing'er suddenly asked.
"Why do you say that?" Lu Qingshan was stunned.
"I just feel that, sir, it should be the case." Yang Qing'er pinched the corner of her clothes, thought for a while, and said so.
"You really guessed it right." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing'er's head and suddenly became interested. "Do you want to learn?"
"Um?"
"The method used by sword cultivators."
"Ah?!" Yang Qing'er was a little excited, but also a little hesitant, "Can I learn it? But the clan leader said that I am weak and not suitable for practicing..."
"That's the path of physical cultivation," Lu Qingshan didn't explain the difference between the cultivation systems to the little girl, but just smiled and said, "The path of sword cultivation is different from physical cultivation . It only looks at the practitioner's spirituality towards the sword, not the blood and energy of the flesh."
"I want to learn!" Yang Qing'er looked at Lu Qingshan, her dark eyes shining brightly.
Lu Qingshan laughed heartily and picked up a wooden stick from the ground beside him. He acted as if nothing had happened. He picked up the stick and shook it lightly, like two swords stabbing out.
Then, he threw the stick to Yang Qing'er and said, "Try it."
The little girl was shy by nature, but she plucked up her courage, took the wooden stick, and imitated Lu Qingshan's actions.
Whoosh.
The wind broke through, although the force was weak, but Yang Qing'er, who had only watched Lu Qingshan demonstrate it once, actually performed it quite well, which surprised Lu Qingshan.
After a moment, Yang Qing'er put down the wooden stick in her hand, panting.
What she said about her frail health was indeed true.
"Tired?" Lu Qingshan asked with a smile.
Yang Qing'er nodded, but was very excited.
"Go back and rest if you're tired."
"Yes," Yang Qing'er nodded heavily, and then reminded: "Sir, remember to rest early. Your injury has not healed yet, so you need to rest more."
"Okay." Lu Qingshan responded.
Yang Qing'er held the wooden stick as if she was holding some treasure, and walked towards her tent with light steps.
As if remembering something, Yang Qing'er raised her head and glanced in the direction of Leigong Pond. "There hasn't been a big thunderstorm in Leigong Pond for many days. Could it be that Leigong has fallen asleep again?"
She remembered that after she first met Lu Qingshan, the thunder that had erupted two or three times a day suddenly stopped erupting in the following seven or eight days.
After thinking about it for a while, the girl couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think about it any more.
Why should she worry about Lei Gong's affairs?
The other side.
Lu Qingshan was also looking in the direction of Leigongchi, thinking about something.
"Young Master, it seems that the thunder is about to disappear." Qin Yitian said in a deep voice as he sat next to Lu Qingshan.
"Indeed," Lu Qingshan nodded, "The reason why the Thunder Pond appeared is the Thunder Tree. Once the Thunder Tree disappears, it won't exist in Lei Ting for long. I estimate that by tomorrow, the Thunder Pond, which has existed for ten thousand years, will completely disappear."
…
Lu Qingshan stayed in the "Sheep" tribe for another three days.
Thanks to the monk's strong physique and the help of elixirs, all his injuries were healed within just ten days.
The scab fell off, revealing new skin, as crystal clear as jade.
"It's almost time to leave." Lu Qingshan murmured.
Suddenly, Lu Qingshan felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, and the vibration was still expanding.
It seemed as if thousands of troops were charging.
Boom boom boom!
It was like thunder exploding between heaven and earth.
However, the Leigong Pond where thunder was born had clearly disappeared completely two days ago.
Lu Qingshan's heart moved, and he quickly mobilized the small amount of sea power remaining in his body, flew into the air, and looked from a high place in the direction where the thunder came from.
The canyon he was in now was structured like a gourd.
The "Sheep" tribe is located at the gourd mouth of the canyon.
Although it is called a canyon, its area is actually extremely large, and is only slightly larger than a mountain range.
And now, in the desert outside the canyon, thousands of sand wolves are running towards Hulukou, stirring up waves of yellow sand like a sandstorm.
Wherever the lamb goes, there are wolves following.
Those were a group of sand wolves lurking near the Sheep Tribe.
After the Thunder Tree was reduced to dust and the thunder in the Thunder Pond gradually dissipated, the deterrent force that made the Sand Wolf Demon so fearful that he dared not enter the canyon finally disappeared.
The greedy sand wolf monsters finally couldn't help but rush out in droves towards the canyon due to their covetousness for the members of the "Sheep" tribe in the canyon and the intuition that there seemed to be treasures in the canyon.
Lu Qingshan looked back at the canyon.
The members of the Sheep tribe, who had gradually realized the cause of the earthquake, now looked pale and in despair.
This is an extremely terrifying medium-sized wave of monsters.
In Mogao, no tribe except the nine powerful tribes could resist a demon tide of this scale.
There are only a hundred households and a population of no more than a thousand, but they are the "Sheep" tribe that has existed for who knows how long. If nothing unexpected happens, they will disappear forever in the mouths of the sand wolf monster today.
"The earth is filled with murderous intent, and dragons and snakes are emerging from the land!" The elder of the sheep tribe burst into tears, feeling sad.
The murderous intent on the ground burst out and the monster appeared.
The earth wants to destroy their tribe. How can they survive?
