Chapter Eighty-Three: Mountain Ghost
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And the Lushui River flows straight down, merging with the Qingjiang River, and you can reach Wangjiang City directly.
Jiang Wang didn't make a grand entrance, deliberately taking a roundabout route and blending into the crowd of pedestrians. He entered the city from the south gate of Wangjiang City.
The entrance fee of one Zhuang Dao coin is not expensive. It's even cheaper than before. When Jiang Wang came to Wangjiang City before, the entrance fee was two Zhuang Dao coins.
Occasionally, you could see some people from the Sanshan city region entering the city, carrying things like mountain produce. The people of the Sanshan city region had a rough and wild temperament, very different from those in other regions; you could tell them apart at a glance. This is also one reason why they are scorned as barbarians.
After the Fenglin City domain fell to the Netherworld, the people of Sanshan City domain had to travel further to Wangjiang City to trade goods.
Wangjiang City is a bustling hub of commerce, with many powerful families controlling the local power. Logically, given their sense of security in this situation, the entrance fee should be increased. After all, the common people of Sanshan City have no other options.
But the entrance fee to Wangjiang City was reduced.
If the higher-ups in City of the River View had such magnanimity, they wouldn't have been at odds with City of Three Mountains. Therefore, it must be an order from above.
That Zhuang Ting would even be concerned about something as small as the entry fee for a city, speaks volumes. From this alone, it's clear that his control over the nation is growing stronger each day, and his governance is truly commendable—this was to be expected, of course. If we set aside the affairs of Fenglin City, Zhuang Gao Xian could already be considered a brilliant ruler in his own right, and Du Ruhui is widely recognized as a wise minister.
Although Wangjiang City was once more prosperous than Fenglin City, with a more developed economy and better living conditions for its people, it's clear now that things have changed. The destruction of the Fenglin City domain has had an impact on neighboring Wangjiang City as well.
Jiang Wang didn't linger on his emotions and went straight to the Wanjiang City Daoist Academy.
The Wangjiang City Daoist Academy and Fenglin City Daoist Academy share the same layout, typical of the Yujing Mountain style, both extremely opulent. Local Daoist Academies are directly funded by the imperial court, so they have little to do with local economic conditions. Even as poor as Sanshan City, its Daoist Academy is very luxurious.
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Jiang Wang casually found an inn and meditated behind closed doors until nightfall before sneaking out to infiltrate the city's Daoist academy.
The strongest dean of the Wanjiang City Academy was only at the peak of Tenglong's cultivation. For Jiang Wang now, he was completely insignificant.
The only thing that needs to be considered is how to get the headmaster of the Wangjiang City Daoist Academy to offer up the Decrepit Wood Decision.
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After that, there's also the promise with Ye Qingyu at Chiyun Mountain. There isn't much time to waste here.
He had already made up his plan.
Jiang Wang took out a mask of the Mountain Ghost and put it on. He had bought the mask casually at a stall when he entered the city. The workmanship was average, and the design wasn't particularly attractive. But none of that mattered.
Wandering through the Wangjiang City Academy, he moved as if in an uninhabited realm. No teacher or student at the academy could detect his presence.
Soon, the location of the dean's residence was found.
In the silent chamber, a lamp flickered, illuminating the head of the Wangjiangcheng Daoist Academy as he sat cross-legged in meditation.
He was diligent, far more so than Song Qifang from the Fenglin City Daoist Academy. No wonder the Wangjiang City Daoist Academy had always been able to suppress the Fenglin City Daoist Academy before.
About fifty years old, with a ruddy complexion and profound cultivation.
Of course, even at its deepest level, it's only the realm of Heavenly Dragons.
And the man who was once invincible in the Tenglong Realm, was hiding behind a Yama mask.
“Who”
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The headmaster of the Wangjiang City Daoist Temple opened his eyes, his expression guarded.
The Dao surged forth, but dissipated at an even faster rate.
Throughout the entire ordeal, the man with the mountain spirit mask only lightly patted him on the shoulder.
Terrible power!
"Who are you, exactly"
The院長 once again asked, but this time, he completely abandoned the idea of struggling.
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The gap in strength is so big that there's not even a sliver of a chance.
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He was only able to discover Jiang Wang because Jiang Wang deliberately leaked his aura to him.
“You can call me Zhang Linchuan,” Jiang Wang said in a distorted voice.
"Zhang Linchuan" The headmaster of Wangjiang City Daoist Institute apparently didn't remember the outstanding fifth-year disciple of Fenglin City Daoist Institute. Even those strong warriors from Zhuang Guo who were chasing after the White Bone Daoist followers on the front lines could only remember the White Bone Messenger more clearly.
"A name is just a code, it doesn't hold much significance." Jiang Wang smiled. "This time I came, there's something I need to ask for your help with."
The Dean's eyes were wary, but his face only wore a bitter expression: "Your power is so great, I am old and weak. What help can I offer you"
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"It's a simple thing for you, just a snap of your fingers." Jiang Wang didn't beat around the bush either: "You created a unique secret art, called Xumu Jue, right"
The other party came to me specifically and, right from the start, pointed out the name of Mokuzu's decision. Concealing it would be pointless.
The dean lamented, "I never expected such a shallow trick to be noticed by someone as powerful as you. However..."
Jiang Wang waved his hand dismissively. "Don't bother making excuses first. I'm not here for nothing. Why don't you just listen to my terms"
The dean's face was full of difficulty: "It's really just..."
"Two Second-Rank, Top-Grade Dao Arts. One is a battlefield deployment Dao Art, the other an exceptionally effective buffing Dao Art." Jiang Wang stated directly, "Exchange two for one, and they're both top-quality. You definitely won't lose out. What do you say"
"Your Excellency, it's not that I am unwilling," the院長 said with a sincere expression: "It's just that this school of magic has flaws..."
"Whether there are any flaws, what kind of flaws they are, I will judge myself." Jiang Wang interrupted him again: "Don't you look at my Taoism before deciding"
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“It's this esoteric art, I have already offered it to the National Daoist Academy. The Grand Tutor has placed a confidentiality ban on me, and I cannot impart it...” The Dean makes his final effort.
"Is that so" Jiang Wang raised a finger, her voice already cold. "Let me try helping you unravel it, how about that"
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The院長 therefore knew there was no room for struggle left.
He simply closed his eyes.
“What do you mean” Jiang Wang asked.
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“As you can see,” said the head of the Xiangjiang City Daoist Temple, “the Declining Wood Jue is my lifelong work. I haven’t even taught it to my disciples, let alone given it to a stranger like you. Kill me!”
In fact, he had taught this Tao at least to Fu Baosong. Even when he was determined to die, he still deliberately concealed it to protect his disciples.
Jiang Wang looked at the old man who was closing his eyes and waiting to die. For a moment, he felt unsure whether to make a move.
When inducements fail, coercion is useless. A man who fears not death, how can you intimidate him with it
Actually, he could directly destroy the opponent's will with the Soul-Swallowing Serpent Technique, trying to control them and make them reveal the Witherwood Decision.
But firstly, the chances of success are not high. Secondly, he has no grievances with the headmaster of the Wangjiang City Academy, and the other party is not a great villain. He doesn't want to get his hands stained with blood for nothing.
Even this person's persistence, and his protection of his disciples, moved Jiang Wang somewhat.
But in any case, the ambition of the decaying wood to become a pillar is inevitable.
This was the Taoist choice he had spent a long time pondering.
Time is of the essence, he must improve his abilities as quickly as possible and determine the inscription Dao technique of the first inner palace.
Thinking about this man's protectiveness towards his disciples, Jiang Wang had a new idea. To frighten him, perhaps he could reap some benefits... Although it might be a bit underhanded, it was also the only way.
Thinking, he acted. Jiang Wang swiftly completed the hand seal with his right hand and pressed it to the ground.
And then the sea of flowers spread.
Endless fireworks, instantly filling the room and extending infinitely outwards.
Of course, the fireworks that flew outside the room were just illusions and didn't appear in any tangible form. Ordinary disciples of a mediocre Daoist temple wouldn't even notice them.
It's just to scare the current dean.
The Dean of the Wanjiang City Daoist Temple finally opened his eyes again, gazing at the fiery ocean that blazed before him, its intensity both visible and hidden. His entire being was consumed with rage: "What do you intend to do!"
"I, Zhang Linchuan, do things simply. If I want something, I will get it." Jiang Wang's voice turned icy: "Since you won't accept my toast, then now I shall drink a penalty cup in your place."
"From now on, every thirty breaths, I will kill a disciple from the Dao Institute. I'll keep killing until everyone in the entire institute is dead, or you hand over the Decaying Wood Decision."
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