Xian Ni: I will always be a level above Wang Lin!

Chapter 9 Divine Arts

The Xuanwu Kingdom's high-ranking officials had organized numerous encirclements and attacks, sending out more and more cultivators each time, each with higher cultivation levels.

But Chu Yuan was as slippery as an eel, always managing to escape before the encirclement closed in, and even managing to kill several pursuers in return.

The most dangerous time was when a mid-stage Nascent Soul expert from Xuanwu Kingdom personally chased after him.

In that battle, Chu Yuan fought with all his might, pushing his extreme divine sense to its limit. He unleashed thirty-six flying swords and the Frost White Sword simultaneously, destroying twenty-seven of them before barely escaping from his opponent's grasp.

The price was serious injuries, and it took a full month to recover.

But after this battle, the name "God of Slaughter" spread far and wide.

The fact that a cultivator at the peak of the Core Formation stage could escape with his life from a mid-Nascent Soul stage expert is itself proof of his strength.

Since then, Xuanwu Kingdom has never organized another attack on Chu Yuan, because they know that unless a Nascent Soul cultivator or higher personally intervenes, no one can stop him.

A mid-Nascent Soul cultivator has his own opponents to deal with, so where would he find the time to specifically deal with a Core Formation cultivator?

After two years of fierce fighting, both sides suffered heavy casualties and were exhausted.

Xuanwu Kingdom ultimately had no choice but to accept reality and agree to negotiate with the Fire Alliance.

After several rounds of intense bargaining, the two sides finally reached an agreement: the Fire Burning Alliance would obtain a base within the territory of Xuanwu Kingdom and would henceforth coexist peacefully with the original forces of Xuanwu Kingdom, without invading each other.

The war is finally over.

On this day, the Xuanwu Kingdom's Fire Burns the Alliance's headquarters and the council hall.

The atmosphere inside the hall was solemn, with a group of Nascent Soul stage experts lined up on both sides and each took their seats.

The top combat forces of the four major sects, namely the War God Temple, Luohe Sect, Corpse Yin Sect, etc., were almost all present.

Chu Yuan sat in a seat at the Luohe Gate, with Lan Ruo and Mo Yuan beside him.

Although he was only at the Great Perfection of Core Formation, his actual combat strength was in no way inferior to that of the early Nascent Soul stage. He even had a glorious record of killing an early Nascent Soul stage cultivator. Therefore, in such a situation, he was automatically regarded as a Nascent Soul stage cultivator and was treated as an equal to others.

The Nascent Soul stage ancestor of the War God Temple stood up, glanced at everyone, and bowed respectfully.

"Gentlemen, after two years of fighting together, we have finally gained a foothold in Xuanwu Kingdom. All of this is thanks to you all."

Everyone stood up and returned the greeting.

"From this day forward, the Fire Burning Alliance and the original forces of Xuanwu Kingdom will no longer be in conflict. You can rest assured and recover your strength."

The progenitor paused, his tone becoming solemn.

"Of course, please do not let your guard down, lest Xuanwu Kingdom retaliate."

Everyone nodded and agreed.

What followed was a series of arrangements, including dividing up the base, allocating resources, and setting up the formations. Every detail was discussed and agreed upon.

Chu Yuan was not interested in these matters; he simply sat quietly to the side, listening to the discussion.

Once everything was arranged, everyone prepared to go their separate ways.

Just then, a voice came from the seats in the Temple of War.

"Fellow Daoist Chu Yuan, please stay a moment."

Chu Yuan was slightly taken aback and turned to look.

The one who spoke was Feng Luan, one of the early-stage Nascent Soul ancestors of the War God Temple.

Standing beside her was another person, also a Nascent Soul Ancestor of the War God Temple, named Yang Sen.

Chu Yuan looked at Lan Ruo beside him. Lan Ruo nodded slightly.

Chu Yuan did not get up, but sat back down.

After everyone else had left, only Chu Yuan, Lan Ruo, Feng Luan, and Yang Sen remained in the hall. Feng Luan stepped forward.

"Fellow Daoist Chu Yuan."

Feng Luan smiled.

"Fellow Daoist Fengluan, Fellow Daoist Yang, may I ask why you have kept me here?"

Chu Yuan asked.

Feng Luan smiled and said, "Hehe, we learned from Fellow Daoist Lan Ruo that you are preparing to break through to the Nascent Soul stage and would like to borrow the Divine Dao Technique to take a look."

Yang Sen continued, "After deliberation by the ancestors of our War God Temple, we have concluded that Fellow Daoist Chu Yuan has made outstanding contributions in this battle, even killing a Nascent Soul cultivator from Xuanwu Kingdom. We cannot be too stingy with this divine technique. The reason we have asked you to stay today is so that you can witness it."

Chu Yuan's lips curled slightly as he cupped his hands and said, "So that's what it is. Thank you both."

The two shook their heads, and Yang Sen raised his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist Chu Yuan, you are too kind. Please come with us."

Chu Yuan looked at Lan Ruo, and Lan Ruo nodded slightly.

Chu Yuan then left the council hall with Feng Luan and Yang Sen, flying towards the War God Temple's headquarters.

The Temple of War is located in a continuous mountain range within the territory of Xuanwu Kingdom. The peaks are steep and the spiritual energy is abundant. From a distance, one can vaguely see layers of restrictive light flowing among the mountains.

Feng Luan led the group to land outside a stone mansion on the back side of the mountain.

"This is it."

Feng Luan turned to look at Chu Yuan.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment."

She raised her hand and flipped it over, revealing a translucent white jade talisman in her palm.

The jade talisman was translucent and emitted a soft light. It was covered with densely packed tiny runes, clearly the key to unlocking this place.

Fengluan gently patted the jade talisman onto the stone wall.

Instantly, a burst of white light emanated from the jade talisman, spreading outwards like ripples on water, instantly enveloping the entire stone wall.

Immediately afterwards, layers of crystalline light appeared on the stone wall, growing stronger and brighter until it was almost blinding.

As the light gradually faded, the once hard stone wall transformed into a mirror-like surface, with ripples spreading across it, smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting the figures of the group.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

Feng Luan stepped aside and gestured for them to proceed.

Chu Yuan nodded and stepped inside.

Feng Luan and Yang Sen followed closely behind.

The moment you step into the Stone Mansion, you are greeted by an ancient and weathered atmosphere.

The interior of the stone mansion was extremely spacious, with all four walls paved with bluish-gray jade, emitting a faint, cold light that illuminated the entire mansion.

In the very center is a straight passage, with stone doors neatly arranged on both sides. Each stone door is engraved with different runes, densely packed, stretching all the way to the end of the field of vision.

Feng Luan walked ahead, explaining as she went, "There are 365 stone chambers in total here, each engraved with the cultivation insights and essential techniques left by the predecessors of the War God Temple. However, since you have come here today only for divine techniques, you don't need to go to the other stone chambers."

Chu Yuan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the stone gates on both sides, without saying anything more.

The three walked through a long corridor and arrived at a large hall in the center.

The hall is circular with a high dome and empty walls, except for a row of long racks standing directly in front.

The long frame was divided into four tiers, with some memorial tablets placed on each tier. The tablets were engraved with different names, some clear and some blurred.

Chu Yuan's gaze involuntarily drifted to the top floor.

Only one memorial tablet was placed on that floor, standing there all alone, yet it exuded an indescribable sense of solemnity.

The memorial tablet was engraved with several ancient and simple characters—

"The founder of the Temple of War - Gong Mo".

Feng Luan noticed Chu Yuan's gaze and her tone became more respectful: "Ancestor Gong was the founder of our War God Temple. He was the one who discovered the Divine Dao Technique."

Chu Yuan remained silent for a moment, then bowed slightly to the spirit tablet as a form of respect.

Regardless, the person who created this technique deserves his homage.

Feng Luan and Yang Sen exchanged a glance, a hint of approval flashing in their eyes.

Yang Sen stepped forward, walked around the memorial tablet stand, and pointed to a green jade wall behind it.

"The divine arts are right here."