Purple energy comes from the east

  Yi Chen's letter was circulated on the road for four days and then stuffed into a large green envelope.

  Just like in many Chinese villages now, letters are generally piled up at the post office, and people who have mail go to pick it up themselves, or a hapless postal worker is dispatched every week or half month, riding a green Forever heavy-duty bicycle, "creaking" as he delivers them to their destination. Yi Chen was not aware of these actual circumstances, and simply sent out the letter. But Yi Chen's luck has always been good, and just as a postal worker was about to head to Yang Village, this letter was slipped into the mailbag at the last minute.

  Along the rugged village path, a postman in his forties, a typical traditional Chinese man, an honest and simple local, would never know that among the letters he was about to deliver, one of them would stir up what kind of bloody storm.

  On the road, the bicycle chain broke once. Fortunately, this postman had experience and had tools in his mail package, so he made some minor repairs and continued on his way half an hour later. If he had gone to a bike repair shop in town, it would have cost two yuan, which he couldn't afford. His little kid at home was asking for a pen, and now he didn't even have enough money left over for that.

  Yangcun, a small village with only 27 households, originally wouldn't receive mail for a year and a half. However, recently there have been over a dozen young people from the village going out to work, and they often send letters back home. The post office accumulates two months' worth of letters and then sends them all at once. Anyway, Yangcun is near several other villages, so it's convenient to deliver mail to this area all at once. The postal worker has a hard time, having to run over 60 miles each time, but there's a reward of 10 yuan, which isn't bad.

  It's easy to recognize Yang Village, in the middle of Yang Village is a huge, can be said to be big and scary old poplar tree, at least three adults can hug its thickness, every year it will suffer several lightning strikes, but strangely, not a single leaf is damaged.

  The postman has sorted out the letters to be delivered to Yang Village and stood on a mound under the big poplar tree, shouting: "Get your mail! Come get your mail!" He then placed a stack of letters at the base of the tree, weighing them down with a stone. But he was holding that one airmail letter, wondering what to do with it - 'Mr. Yang, No. 6, Fifth Road, Sixth Group, Yang Village, XX Town, XX County, Sichuan Province, China'. This address isn't a joke, is it?

  Yang Village is named after this poplar tree, at least he doesn't remember anyone with the surname Yang. Just now when I came out of the post office, I was in a hurry and didn't check the address, otherwise it would have been sent back directly...

  A thin old man with a wooden stick walked by and smiled at the mailman: "Here again?"

  The mailman nodded and smiled: "Yes, you're still spirited..." The mailman suddenly reacted: "Isn't this old man surnamed Yang? Hmm? Why didn't I think of him earlier?... Right, who would notice such an old man who's about to die? And he usually lives alone in a small mountain hut, rarely seen."

  He hastily called out to him: "Old Yang, your letter has arrived, it's from abroad."

  Yang Lao Tou burst out laughing: "My old man? A letter from abroad? I've never left Qing Cheng Mountain in my life... Let me take a look..."

  The postman walked up to him a few steps, pulled out the letter, and Old Man Yang's face had already changed slightly. Without looking at the envelope, he nodded and said: "Hmm, it's for me, an old friend I haven't seen in a long time... He ran off to some foreign country? Strange, strange..." He almost snatched the letter away, and floated back to the village on foot.

  The postman smiled: "So it seems he misses you." He didn't think much about whether there was something not quite right.

  Old Yang walked away with a swagger, and when he saw that there was no one around, he went straight up the mountain behind. A green light flashed in his eyes, and his body stuck to a giant tree, disappearing like this. The mountains and fields suddenly became empty, as if no one had passed by just now.

  Dun Jia Sect is different from Tian Xing Sect. Tian Xing Sect occupies the mountain top with an array of formations, closing the door to live a carefree life. Dun Jia Sect has seven or eight small Taoist temples in the deep mountains of Qingcheng Mountain, with more than 200 resident disciples and monks inside. Other disciples are traveling around the world, searching for materials to make Dun Jia instruments and practicing their skills. The distance between the temples is about ten miles, often located on the waist of two mountain peaks, and they can hear each other's voices, but ordinary people have to climb for half a day.

  Yang Lao flashed out from a willow tree in the 'Dunshiguan' courtyard and struck the buttocks of a little Taoist boy who was sweeping the yard with his crutch: "Hey, are you Qingfeng or Qingyun? Where is the master?"

  Xiao Dao Tong hastily threw away his broom: "Shifu, the sect leader is playing chess with Huo Zhenren in the backyard."

  Yang Lao rubbed his head: "You people, when it comes to choosing a Daoist name, you're not serious at all. Look, Qingfeng Piaoyun (Clear Wind Floating Cloud), these common names, every sect and school has at least twenty little Daos with this name, isn't that troublesome for an old man like me?"

  Xiao Dao Tong almost burst out laughing, and Yang Lao didn't even bother to use his escape technique, instead quickly walking towards the backyard with the help of his cane.

  Dun Jia Zong's current leader, Kong Tian Dao Zhang, is a five-strand willow-whiskered old man who is usually warm and gentle, like lukewarm water. However, from his fondness for befriending Huo Zhen Ren, a hot-tempered person who can stir up trouble in the heavens, one can tell that he is actually a fiery and ruthless old Daoist. Even Tian Xing Zong's Tian Lei Zi is his drinking buddy; if not for his position as leader suppressing him, Kong Tian Old Dao would have long since been causing trouble everywhere, slapping his buttocks with abandon.

  As soon as Old Yang entered, his thin and shriveled body wrapped in a green Taoist robe was enveloped in a layer of crimson smoke. The Fire True Man clapped his hands and laughed: "Old Yang Tree, you've arrived? Good, good, good! You're the monkey from Qingcheng Mountain, I know you can find it, quickly go steal 1,000 catties of Monkey Wine for me."

  Yang Lao was so angry that he swept past: "You're a big monkey yourself, one thousand catties? You've emptied Qingcheng and Emei, if you can dig out two hundred catties, I'll knock my head into the Five Elements Sect to worship you as my master... This is a letter from the Tianxing Sect, specifically stating that it should be given to you, the sect leader."

  Kong Tian Lao Dao was taken aback: "Huh? The Tian Xing Sect is not far away, what's the matter with you coming over to say it yourself, and even sending a message. Eh, Tian Xin Zi Dao brother has been in seclusion, Tian Xian Zi Dao friend is also facing the wall, only Tian Feng Zi and several Dao friends, the Tian Xing Sect has also become unrecognizable... Usually we joke and scold each other, now you've also learned to play these empty rituals. Do our several sects need this?"

  Yang Lao sat on the ground with a thud, tapping his old legs and saying: "Alas, it's still from that country abroad... Didn't Yīyángzi and the others go to England or something? Maybe there's some matter, they've sent over." He casually handed over the envelope, then gleefully watched as Huǒzhēnrén quietly changed the position of the chess pieces on the board, ruthlessly blocking Tiān Lǎo Dào's small dragon.

  Kong Tian Lao Dao took the envelope, stunned for a moment: "It's not Yi Yang Zi, but... Do you two still remember that Yi Chen Zi whom the Tian Xing Sect drove away five years ago?"

  Yang Lao stretched his neck: "That one who was said to be the highest heavenly fate of Tianxing Sect for a thousand years, and later was driven away by several old but not respected miscellaneous hairs of Daode Sect, that Yichenzi?"

  Kong Tian Lao Dao nodded, pointed with his hand, and the envelope disintegrated into powder, revealing the silver-glowing letter inside. He read it slowly, muttering to himself: "How can Yi Chenzi still have such strong True Essence? It seems even more refined than Yi Yangzi's... what is the reason for this?"

  Yang Lao and Huo Zhenren gazed intently at Kong Tian Lao Dao, one of them eager for something to happen so they could make a big fuss, while the other was overjoyed at the prospect of continuing their chess game. After defeating Kong Tian Lao Dao, they would return and boast about it, since several of their fellow disciples were no match for him in terms of chess skills, and were humiliated by him three to five times every day. For over 200 years, they had been looking at his arrogant face, and now they had seen enough!

  Kong Tian Lao Dao took a deep breath, and to everyone's surprise, a smile slowly spread across his face, growing brighter by the second. Yang Lao and Huo Zhen Ren looked as if they had seen a ghost, whispering: "Master (Dao brother)? Don't scare us, what's going on?"

  The old Taoist's lung capacity seemed to be a bit too large, and with one breath, the wind and clouds on top of dozens of nearby mountains changed suddenly. One long breath was like a tornado, sucking everything into his mouth. The clouds in the sky were changing rapidly, like a lantern show, and the streams between the mountains were involuntarily reversing their flow. Trees were shaking violently, and the buried metal veins underground were making a loud, clanging sound. The power of the five elements was being stirred up by this one person, causing chaos to erupt wildly.

  Kong Tian Lao Dao's fist landed on the chessboard, and Huo Zhen Ren gazed at the chessboard and pieces with extreme regret as they disintegrated into powder amidst a wave of heat.

  Kong Tian Lao Dao flew up, suspended in mid-air about a hundred and ten zhang above the ground, and loudly shouted: "Transmiting the Ancestor's personally made 'Flying Heaven Escape Armor', summoning the nine hundred and seventy-seven disciples of the four generations of the Escape Armor Sect to gather at the Escape World Pavilion."

  Huǒ Zhēnrén's whole body was shrouded in a swirling red mist, and he suddenly said: "The old Daoist is throwing a tantrum, what's going on? He's gathered all the disciples of the Xūn Jiǎ Zōng, what does he want to do? Is he going to storm the mountain gate of the Dào Dé Zōng? This isn't something that can be done lightly, it seems like we'll have to lend a hand as well."

  Yang Lao brandished his crutch and struck it on the ground: "You old monkey doesn't know what's heavy or light, rushing to the mountain gate of Dao De Zong? Do you want to cause chaos among the hundred schools of martial arts? However, apart from fighting other sects, do you need to gather so many people? Sect leader, have you gone mad?" The last sentence was shouted loudly by Yang Lao, fearing that Kong Tian Lao Dao wouldn't hear him.

  The old Taoist descended from the sky, with a warm smile on his face: "Shixiong, old monkey, do you remember that a thousand years ago, someone knelt and worshipped for seven days and seven nights in front of my Xuantian Sect's mountain gate, and was accepted as a disciple of my Xuantian Sect?"

  Huoren's eyes flashed with a purple-red flame: "That, that colluding with outsiders, stealing your Xuantian Sect's Tian Di Ren San Tuan Heaven Book and my Wuxing Sect's 'Wuxing True Solution' introductory chapter... damn it! Is he talking about him?"

  The old Taoist of the Void Sky couldn't help but laugh with joy: "Yes, yes, it's him. Speaking of which, he is also a senior fellow disciple of our sect... It turns out that he wasn't one of our countrymen after all, but an islander from the Eastern Isles. After stealing our scriptures, he actually went on to establish his own sect on the Eastern Isles! You could say that this is also a glorious thing for our Hidden Sword Sect and Five Elements Sect, right? Hmm? If our ancestors were to know of these events, they would probably return from the immortal realm, breaking through the boundaries!"

  Yang Lao spat out a tongue over a foot long: "Is that the guy we've been chasing for thousands of years? That useless piece of crap who's never yielded any results?"

  Kong Tian Lao Dao burst into hearty laughter, his face filled with joy: "Yi Chen Zi said that this sect calls itself Chrysanthemum, and is divided into Feng Lin Huo Shan as well as the Five Elements Alliance, along with some inexplicable branches. It's now Japan's Kokka Shinto, hahaha! If I see Yi Chen Zi, I'll take him in as a disciple. Forget about Tian Xing Zong, it's not like we don't want Ouyi Zong, right?"

  Huoren flew up to the sky with a trail of smoke and fire, heading straight for the depths of Qingcheng Mountain. He left behind a sentence in a flash: "Old Cow Nose of Empty Sky, I'm telling you, if you dare to take people to crash into someone's mountain gate like this, I'll cut off your beard! Wait for me, I'll go report to the sect leader... Escaping with the Five Elements has never been divided before."

  After a stick of incense time, more than ten colorful lights rose from the "Dunsheng Pavilion" and shot towards various places in China. Gradually, all kinds of lights burst out from those grottos, crisscrossing in the air, making it a lively and beautiful scene.

  In the world, many things always have a fate. If Tiān Xīnzi hadn't gone into seclusion, if Tiān Xiánzi hadn't faced the wall, even Tiān Fēngzi, Tiān Yúnzi, Tiān Sōngzi, Tiān Kōngzi, Tiān Huìzi and others who were just strolling around the mountain gate, maybe the chrysanthemum that went to England would still have a way out. But on that day, Tiān Léizi was touching his belly, bringing two disciples from the mountain gate to watch the scenery, in short, extremely bored, not wanting to meditate and practice Qi, just sitting here in a daze.

  Then, the fire-red Xuan Jia Sect's flying sword was passed over, and Tian Lei Zi received it with one hand.

  Tian Lei Zi read the information on the flying leaf, hahaha laughed three times, and ordered his two apprentices: "I'm going down the mountain to buy wine, let's see if I can pick up a new junior brother for you. If Master Shi and Master Shu ask, just say so... But don't mention that I received the flying leaf and went out, okay? You two are good apprentices of Master Shi, definitely won't leak it out, right? If you still want to learn the later part of the Zhou Tian Xin Fa, then don't mention it. Hmm? Remember."

  Tian Lei Zi slipped out of Tian Xing Sect like a thief, leaving behind two disciples who were at a loss and staring blankly at each other.

  Tian Lei Zi had just flown his sword towards Qing Cheng Mountain for less than ten miles when he fell to the ground again. He thought to himself, "If I were to go like this, I'd definitely lose face... Our hundred schools of cultivators have always been connected by a shared spirit, if only I from Tian Xing Sect went, it would be too embarrassing. But if my fellow disciples went, I wouldn't even have the chance to save face... Ah, ah, isn't there still some thousand-year-old demonic beasts on the back mountain? If I bring them along to make up the numbers, that's perfect, just say they're my new disciples, no one has ever said that orthodox cultivators can't take demonic beasts as disciples, right?"

  These beasts are not the ones saved by Yidun, but some real hearted cultivators who have deep cultivation and want to get rid of their skin and scales to achieve the true fruit. They have received many benefits from the Tiān Xīng Sect in the past, which is equivalent to being under the protection of the Tiān Xīng Sect. Tian Lei Zi had this crooked idea, would these beasts not put in a united effort?

  Beimang Mountain, the underground palace under the mountain body of thousands of feet, the ghost king of Beimang Mountain turned his green and shiny eyeballs: "Hmph, they are teaching people to collect rebels, it has nothing to do with us, let them go... Hmph, there is no benefit, why should we take action?"

  A pale white ghost flew up quickly: "Your Majesty, you can't say that."

  The Demon King gnawed on a piece of fresh leg meat from the plum blossom deer, and said with a snort: "Hmph, you say, if we go, even if they don't like us, what's the benefit? If there is a benefit, I'll take people there."

  That wandering soul let out a sharp laugh: "Your Majesty, I think that sect is called something like 'Chrysanthemum' on the Flying Thorn Chart. If they can escape the thousand-year pursuit of the Xuan Ya Sect and the Five Elements Sect, they must have some reputation. The disciples under their gate are definitely not few, and they must have some cultivation to be considered as such. Those are all masters with abundant yuan yang, and their bodies are much more solid than ordinary people... Heh heh, aren't our palace's puppet warriors a bit too few lately? The refined energy from their training can also supplement the powers of those low-level ghosts like us, and their souls can be used as miscellaneous servants."

  The Demon King's massive body shook with laughter: "Ah, ah, why didn't I think of that? Hmm, hmm, those righteous cultivators, if we move against their disciples, it'll definitely be a big trouble. But if we move against those traitors, what can they say? Hahaha, all members of the 'Nine Underworld Palaces', listen up! Deploy in full force, take advantage of any opportunity, and bring back some good bodies for me."

  A tall skeleton warrior had a question: "Your Majesty, what is this Britain they speak of? Is it in the Central Plains or the Southern Frontier?"

  The King of Ghosts and the wandering soul were both stunned, dazed for half a day, and after exhausting their limited brainpower, the King of Ghosts clapped his hands and burst out laughing: "Foolish us! We didn't know, just grab any living person and ask them, it's that simple... Hahahahaha!"

  Inside the underground palace, a chorus of flattering voices echoed: "The great king is wise... wise..."

  The mountain rain is coming... However, Yi Chen was still chatting with Manchester and Ouf in West, completely unaware of the various sects of China's Xiudao, Xiemo, and Xiuyao, which had already been stirred up by a letter he wrote.