abnabooks Chapter 41 Youlong Ancient Temple
Chapter 41 Youlong Ancient Temple
Soon, Captain Sanada Takehide of the Skull Team learned that Professor Yoshino's academic travel team and cultural relics special team had been almost completely wiped out, and even his own nephew, Sanada Mitsuki, had died.
Unfortunately, the guy who escaped was just an ordinary special forces member and didn't know the reason behind it.
Professor Yoshino and Akio Itano, unable to ascertain the authenticity of the ruins and also harboring a desire for credit, did not discuss the matter with others.
They never expected that their powerful forces would still encounter setbacks in Tianjia Village.
Although Sanada Takehide was both heartbroken and furious, he could not send any other special forces teams into the mountains at night.
Moreover, the enemy has an incredibly powerful gunman.
Even he wasn't so easy to break through the ambush set up by Professor Yoshino and Akio Itano.
He pondered for a long time before making the arrangements.
Before dawn tomorrow, Sanada Ken'ei will personally lead a team to Tianjia Village and arrive at the foot of Xiantong Mountain before daybreak.
On the one hand, he tried to collect Sanada Mitsutsuki's body so that it wouldn't be left to rot in a foreign land;
On the other hand, Sanada Ken'ei wanted to kill all the people and livestock in the village of Tianjia to accompany his nephew in death.
Around four o'clock in the morning, Dong Guanfei woke up.
In the early morning of late autumn in the mountains, the temperature is only 5 or 6 degrees Celsius, and the simple wooden houses are poorly insulated.
However, he brought enough bedding, so he shouldn't have any problem getting a good night's sleep.
With tremendous willpower, he rolled out of bed and then put the mattress into his spatial backpack.
He had only been in the time travel for eleven days, but he went to bed early and got up early every day. It felt like a century had passed since he spent the last few nights scrolling through short videos on his phone in bed.
He quickly tidied himself up, immediately swallowed a Great Spirit-Nourishing Pill, and his soul swiftly entered the spatial cabin to cultivate.
He immediately felt that the Great Spirit Gathering Pill was about a hundred times more effective than the Spirit Gathering Pill, and in the blink of an eye, the sixth soul node of the second spiritual node was formed.
About an hour later, the effects of the drug wore off, and he reached his limit.
This time, he constructed the sixth, seventh, and eighth soul nodes of the second spiritual node in one go.
The problem is that he has to wait two days before he can take the Great Essence Pill again.
If there are no further bottlenecks, he should be able to construct the ninth soul node in three days, and then successfully light up the second spirit node about nineteen days later.
It takes about twenty-two days in total.
This is far too slow. He must build four spiritual nodes as soon as possible to enter the mid-stage of the Transcendent Realm and awaken his second spiritual mystic technique, thereby achieving a qualitative breakthrough in his combat power.
When he uses "Ruyi", its power will also increase.
Therefore, once this physical transformation shows signs of ending, Dong Guanfei will use universal points to assist in the cultivation of mental techniques, allowing his body to undergo another seamless transformation.
Being good at everything makes one weak at everything. Since he can advance rapidly in mental techniques, he plans to start cultivating physical techniques only after reaching the mid-to-late stage of the Transcendent Realm.
By this time, almost everyone else had gotten up as well.
The villagers were packing their belongings in the last moments, and the atmosphere was tense and oppressive.
This was a chaotic world, and ordinary people didn't have many choices. No one dared to hope that the Japanese wouldn't retaliate.
Around 5:30 a.m., Dong Guanfei set off for Longwang Temple with Zhang Wanxin, Zhao Huibao, Wang Anyue, Zhang Fubao, and Zhao Guanghua. Under normal circumstances, they could arrive 15 to 30 minutes before sunrise.
Zhang Yonghao and Zhao Tianming, both at the late stage of True Strength, stayed behind. They would lead twenty-one Bronze Spearmen to escort the villagers out of the mountains at dawn.
In addition to several flashlights, the procession heading to Longwang Temple also carried four pine torches.
According to Tian Laosan, compared to the cold light of a flashlight, a torch with a roaring flame is more intimidating to some dirty things.
The fog was so thick that visibility was only seven or eight meters.
The earthy smell and the stench of decaying leaves filled the damp air.
The forest was exceptionally quiet before sunrise, with shadowy, dense trees that seemed to conceal countless mysterious entities.
Occasionally, the mournful cries of birds could be heard, sending chills down one's spine.
The group felt as if they were walking on a small, isolated island.
Wang Anyue did not conceal his aura. In Dong Guanfei's perception, the core of his qi was as dazzling as a small sun, radiating a powerful pressure.
Gang Qi is a product of the fusion of human essence and spiritual energy at its peak, and it has an extremely strong deterrent and destructive power against Yin entities formed by sensing negative spiritual energy.
Dong Guanfei sensed that several blurry ghostly figures were indeed wriggling out of the shadows where he was hiding, and quickly dodged them.
More than ten minutes later, the group descended the mountain along an ancient stone path about two meters wide.
Old Tian shouted a warning: "This ancient road is three or four miles long, with a large drop in elevation and is extremely steep. Everyone must be extra careful."
Everyone immediately slowed down their pace.
Soon, many stone carvings appeared on the rocks on both sides of the ancient road, including Buddha statues, dragons, inscriptions, and so on.
About half an hour later, the group successfully walked the ancient stone path. After walking for a few more minutes along a narrow mountain ridge, they could vaguely see the outline of a temple with upturned eaves on a gentle mountain ridge not far ahead.
Soon, the group stopped in front of the temple gate.
Under the firelight, the vermilion paint on the gate was mottled, and the plaque above it was inscribed with the four characters "Dragon King Ancient Temple".
The monks had already gotten up, but the gate was not yet open.
The group waited quietly in front of the ancient temple.
In Dong Guanfei's perception, the Dragon King Ancient Temple occupies less than 200 square meters, with red walls and green tiles, and is a two-section courtyard.
It was indeed not large in scale; the ancient temple exuded the aura of eleven ordinary people.
Tian Laosan raised the torch in his hand, gesturing for Wang Anyue, Zhang Fubao, and Zhao Guanghua to look at the top directly above the ancient temple gate.
A small, three-story, umbrella-shaped yellow stone tower came into view.
The small stone tower is about one meter tall, with an ordinary stone bead on top.
Having heard Tian Laosan's account, Dong Guanfei immediately realized that this was the "royal umbrella" he had mentioned.
According to his research and survey, those who stand under the "Royal Umbrella" at sunrise on this day every year and hold a token will be able to discover the opportunity left by the Soaring Dragon Martial Saint.
The problem is that Tian Laosan failed to obtain the token and did not know what it was.
But now that he's discovered this secret, he has to give it a try no matter what.
Moreover, more than a hundred years have passed, so it's not surprising that something went wrong with the arrangements made by the Martial Saint Tenglong. He might have been able to discover the relics even without the token.
Furthermore, although Tian Laosan does not possess the token, he can gather strong men to wait here, and someone with the token might just come over.
Yesterday, when confronted by the Japanese soldiers, he lied and claimed that he had hidden the token in a cave nearby, intending to stall for time and place the villagers' hopes for survival on Zhang Fubao.
If all else fails, he can only hope that the Martial Saint Tenglong might have left behind a backup plan to wipe out all the Japanese devils.
At the same time, Sanada Ken'ei personally led a special forces team of more than fifty people into Xiantong Mountain.
About ten minutes later, the sky began to lighten.
The valley directly opposite the ancient temple gate is shrouded in mist, with the calm, mirror-like surface of the water faintly visible.
That's Youlong Lake.
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