Chapter 77: Huang Shiren refines the Golden Lotus; Yuan Fu suffers a severe punishment.

  Tai Shi heard that Zhong was sitting in the military tent, and he indeed had a headache.

  Although Huang Shiren was able to save his life in Zhuanti's hands, the Zhuanti Taoist also agreed to Lu Ya's conditions and did not intervene in Yuan Futong's rebellion. However, his treasure is still with Yuan Futong.

  Now Zheng Lun, Su Quanzhong, Chong Heihu and others have all been captured. In the end, Yuan Futong has won. What to do next?

  Just worrying, Wukong came in and asked him to call Huang Shiren.

  Huang Shiren's tactics, Wen Zhong saw clearly and admired him deeply. As soon as Huang Shiren called himself over, he was overjoyed, thinking that this cheap uncle must have come up with a countermeasure.

  It wasn't long before he arrived at Huang Shiren's military camp and saw that Huang was lively and active, with wine and meat available, so Zheng felt reassured.

  "Master Shu, I don't know why you've called me here." Wen Zhong asked.

  "It's all for the sake of Yuan Futong!" Huang Shiren looked outside the tent and said, "This matter can't be delayed any longer. Quickly capture this guy or else it will cause a stir in the imperial court and among the vassals, and that would be troublesome."

  Tai Shi nodded upon hearing this. At the beginning, when Yuan Fu Tong rebelled, all 800 vassals in the world scolded him. Later, seeing that even the small North Sea's 72 vassals, led by Xun Zhen personally, with their elite troops and full force, still couldn't quell the rebellion, many people had second thoughts.

  "Master Shu, I also want to, but Yuan Futong's treasure is a Zhunti, its power you've seen." Wen Zhong sighed.

  "Tomorrow I'll lead the troops, and we'll see who's the ultimate winner on the battlefield." Huang Shiran was also curious about Zhun Ti's treasure.

  I don't know what kind of treasure it is, but it must be a good one. Seeing treasure and not taking it isn't my style.

  "I'll go, I heard Master Shu's." Wen Zhong nodded slightly.

  The next day, under Tiger Wolf Pass, the three armies shook with thunder, the two armies faced each other, each showing off their prowess.

  And as for Yuan Futong, although he saw the Tiandao people leave, his heart was somewhat panicked. But thinking again, that treasure child is in his own hands, what can they do? As long as he is careful, he will definitely be able to take down those thieves and ask for the imperial song!

  In front of the two armies, Yuan Futong stood tall with his sword held high and his horse prancing.

  "Halt! Who dares challenge me?"

  "I'm going!" Su's son was captured, and he had been thinking about it for a long time, so he immediately set out.

  Two men stood less than two feet apart, and Yuan Futong cautiously took out his treasure, shining brightly in the sunlight. Yuan Futong knocked Su Hu down from his horse and captured him.

  "Who else!?" Yuan Futong burst into loud laughter.

  Wen Zhongyi looked around and saw that there was no one else nearby. He urged the Black Qilin to make a move, but Huang Shiren blocked their way.

  "Third brother, you go and meet him!" Huang Shiren knew that Wen Zhong was making a move, and he was afraid that it would be more bad than good. As the commander-in-chief, he couldn't afford to make any mistakes, or else how could he deal with the hundreds of thousands of merchants' troops?

  "Good riddance!" Zhu Ziren let out a wicked laugh and shouldered his nine-toothed rake, flying off like a bird.

  "You scoundrel, you dare to eat Old Zhu's food!" Zhu Ziren, a stout man, flew into the air, raised his pitchfork and struck at Yuan Futong!

  Yuan Futong is also awesome, but after all, he's just a mortal. If Old Zhu keeps this up, he'll definitely be able to smash that guy into a pulp!

  "Behold my treasure!" Yuan Futong hastily summoned his treasure, and with a swift motion, he snatched away Old Zhu's pitchfork. The golden light shot into Zhu Ziren's eyes, causing him to let out a loud cry of pain as he covered his eyes and hastily flew back.

  "Big brother, that thing is really fierce, it's swept away everything, shining like gold needles, piercing to the eyes!" Zhu Zhen lost his weapon and was very annoyed.

  "Master, I'll go and try!" Wukong said.

  "Be careful." Huang Shiren was aware of this baby apprentice's skills.

  "Don't worry, Master gave me a magic brick, I'm going to try it out!" Wukong chuckled and walked away with his staff.

  "You cheap woman, Old Sun has come to meet you!" Arriving in front of Yuan Futong, Wukong let out a wicked laugh and swung his staff to strike.

  Yuan Futong saw this person's face like a thunder god, really frightening, where dare to fight, and released the treasure.

  "Good baby! Go!" Wukong glanced around, threw out a brick of golden jade, and rushed towards Yuan Fu's back to strike him.

  Yuan Futong was not stupid, and as soon as he heard the sound behind his head, he knew it was a hidden weapon. He had no choice but to give up Wukong's golden hoop rod, and with that treasure, he shook his head and hit the brick of the immortal gold, which was then taken back!

  "You monkey, stay behind!" Yuan Futong, having retrieved the gold ingot, was filled with confidence. He shook the Wukong treasure, and a million golden lights shot out, forcing Wukong to cover his face and drag his staff as he retreated back.

  "Master, it's no good! I'm going to die of pain!" Monkey King cried out loudly.

  "Retreat!" Huang Shiren was furious.

  Tens of thousands of soldiers returned to their barracks, morale low, and Wen Zhong was even more worried.

  "Master Shu, what's going on here?!" Wen Zhong said angrily.

  Huang Shiren pondered for a moment, then said: "Yuan Futong's treasure should be the proud magic weapon of the Zhunti Dao people. Although it can't be seen clearly, its ability to shine brightly as soon as it sees something is only slightly inferior to the Seven Treasures Miao Tree. Even if I were to take action, my current magic weapon could also shine with a seven or eight out of ten brightness. And that golden light, how menacing it looks, piercing one's eyes, how fierce!"

  "Master Shu, you'd better think of a way quickly! Now that all the generals have been captured, morale is low. If this goes on for long, it's likely to be over." Wen Zhong said urgently.

  Huang Shiren stood up and rushed towards the direction of Hu Lang Guan, laughing: "Yuan Futong, you're forcing me to take out my treasure!"

  "Does Master Shu have a plan?!"

  Huang Shiren smiled and took out the "Nail Head Seven Arrow Book" from his immortal bag, handing it to Wen Zhong. He instructed: "This is a treasure given by my master, called the 'Nail Head Seven Arrow Book'. Quickly go to the camp and set up a tent, inside the tent set up a platform, tie up a straw man, write Yuan Futong's name on its body, place a lantern on its head and another at its feet. You must perform the ritual of pacing and bowing three times a day for 21 days. On the last day, call me!"

  Wen Zhong saw that it was such a small thing, not very eye-catching, and he was quite skeptical in his heart. However, seeing Huang Shiren's confident appearance, and hearing that this was Lu Ya's treasure, he became curious, took the Nail Head Seven Arrow Book, and left.

  "Master, can it be done?" Wukong didn't know the severity of the Seven Arrow Scripture.

  "Don't worry, twenty-one days later, Yuan Futong will definitely die!" Huang Shiran sneered.

  This seven-arrow book is mainly effective against opponents whose cultivation is similar to or lower than one's own. Xun Zong's cultivation is far above Yuan Futong's, so it will naturally be effective!

  "Wukong, take this opportunity to close the door and use the ten departures of fire given by your master's ancestor to refine my twenty-four products of exterminating the immortal lotus platform. Don't disturb me if there's nothing important!" Huang Shiren ordered.

  "Master, leave it to me! I'll guard the law for you, no matter who or what comes, even a fly won't be allowed to fly in!" Monkey King said with glee.

  Huang Shiren entered the camp, sat cross-legged, took out the 24th rank Golden Lotus of Annihilation, and began to refine it.

  Ever since being kicked by Hei, Huang Shiren really felt the cultivation of a saint! If Master hadn't arrived in time, he would have died long ago. This time was lucky, but next time may not be so lucky.

  It seems that in this world of martial arts, one's own strength is the most important thing.

  The lotus platform was released, and all that could be seen was that the lotus platform had no light, but was full of cracks. Lao Huang's heart ached to death.

  "It must be refined successfully!" Old Huang Ya bit his teeth and carefully adjusted a strand of Departing Fire Essence!

  Puff! The essence of fire burst out, and it was roasted until it was almost faint, with its fur suddenly turning black all over!

  Damn, it's too awesome! I'm a three-turn Golden Body, and this almost can't withstand its temperature!? Huang Shiren rolled his eyes, even a single strand of Departing Flame Essence is so powerful, then what about Lu Bi, who has three thousand strands of Departing Flame Essence...

  Huang Shiran shook his head and didn't dare to imagine it.

  Squeak!

  The essence of the fire merged together, and the lotus platform in the flames emitted a crisp sound. Not only was it not scorched, but it actively absorbed the fire energy. The cracks on the lotus platform gradually became smaller, and its light grew stronger!

  "Good! There's a way!" Old Huang was overjoyed and carefully refined it.

  Not to mention Lao Huang's painstaking efforts to refine the golden lotus, let alone Wen Zhong.

  He got the seven-arrow book of Lao Huang, and Wen Zhong dared not to slack off. He ordered to set up a camp in the military camp, set up a platform, tied a straw man on it, wrote Yuan Futong's life, with a lamp on his head and a lamp under his feet. He himself bathed and changed clothes, stepped on the ladder, made three bows a day, and dared not to be slow for a moment.

  Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, seventeen or eighteen days have passed, without anything out of the ordinary happening. Wen Zhong is suspicious at heart, but he doesn't dare to slack off, thinking to himself: Since it was Master Shu's order, I'll kowtow until the twenty-first day and see what happens then.

  Yuan Futong took a large group of soldiers and went down to curse at the enemy, but they hung up a placard that said "We will not engage in battle" and ignored him.

  Returning to Guanzhong, he drank heavily for several days in a row. Suddenly, he felt his heart was dizzy and his soul was not at peace. After several more days, Yuan Futong only felt that his heart was like a burning fire, as if it were being fried in oil, and he couldn't calm down. He walked around here and there, scratching his ears and cheeks.

  More than ten days later, Yuan Futong finally calmed down, but felt dizzy and sleepy, fell onto the bed, and lost consciousness.

  Wen Zhongbai arrived on the 21st and stepped down, going to find Huang Shiran.

  Approaching the entrance of the military tent, he saw Wukong and Zhuzi guarding the door. He wanted to enter but was blocked by Wukong.

  "What does Taishi want to do?" Wukong asked coldly.

  "As instructed by Master Shu, I have already paid homage for 21 days and have come specially to invite Master Shu over."

  "My master is refining treasure, no one can enter!"

  "Can Yuan Fugui go over there..."

  "Wait and see!" Wukong stubbornly refused to listen to reason, and would rather die than let Zhongjin enter.

  Wen Zhong was anxious and scratched his ears, not knowing what to do. Just then, a loud shout came from the military tent: "Haha, it's done! It's done!"

  Wukong hastily lifted the curtain and went in, but saw Huang Shiren's head on top of that. The 24th product, the Golden Lotus of Exterminating Immortals, emitted a million rays of crimson light, extremely scorching hot. The entire Golden Lotus had transformed into a blood-red color, with flames surging and dancing, looking quite impressive!

  "Master, what's wrong?" Wukong asked.

  "It's indeed the essence of Master's Fire of Departure! I've spent 21 days practicing the ten cycles of refining the Fire of Departure, and now it's finally complete. Wukong, my lotus platform is now a hundred times more solid than before, and what's even better is that this object has merged with the realm of the Fire of Departure, allowing me to use the Fire-Breathing Technique. It's truly wonderful! Next time I meet Zhu Tian, I'll be able to take him down with just one or two moves!"

  "We still can't beat them!"

  "Whoa! With these ten or so moves, I can escape smoothly!"

  "Master, your moral character is admirable, I really admire you."

  Two silly men are rejoicing, but Wen Zhong's side is getting anxious.

  "Master Shu, I've followed your instructions and bowed for 21 days, but there's no movement from the Tiger Wolf Pass. Is the spell not working?" Wen Zhong asked urgently.

  "Haha, Yuan Futong is now as good as dead. Taking his life will be a piece of cake today." Huang Shiran smiled slightly and walked out of the tent, coming to the stage, looking at the straw man, and burst into loud laughter.

  "Hear me, and watch my methods. Today, I will definitely make Yuan Futong die a terrible death!" Huang Shiren took out two things from his immortal bag, causing the surrounding people to be stunned!

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