Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, more than six hundred years had passed.

For ordinary people, six hundred years is as long as the rise and fall of two dynasties and ten generations.

For the many practitioners in the nine heavens and ten earths, the human world and the underworld, a short five or six hundred years is just the time it takes to take a nap.

Even the Qiong Gui Banquet, which was the most hotly discussed event in the nine heavens and ten earths five or six hundred years ago, gradually faded away with the passage of time.

The entire Jambu seems to have not changed much.

The only thing that made the practitioners in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths feel some changes was that in recent years, there seemed to be more female fairies walking outside Guanghan Palace.

At the same time, there are more traveling peddlers in the markets of Baoqingfang throughout the Three Realms. They travel around the Three Realms under the name of Baoqingfang.

Buying low and selling high has raised the business atmosphere of the entire Jambu to several levels.

The rising sun casts thousands of golden rays, illuminating the earth.

The darkness faded away, revealing the magnificent mountains and rivers.

Kunlun, known as the ancestral vein of heaven and earth, was once the place where many great masters with supernatural powers practiced.

The most famous among them are Yuxu Yuanshi Tianzun and the mysterious Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West disappeared several kalpas ago and no longer appears in public, but the golden bell of the Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain is still ringing.

Nowadays, Yuxu Palace has almost become a holy place. Every day, people come to the foot of Kunlun Mountain to try their luck and become disciples of the saints.

"The golden bells are ringing, and the three realms are at peace. I recall the saint who was born in the past and helped Xiqi to wipe out all the rebels. What a skill and courage he had!"

On the top of a snowy peak under the morning sun, a young man in simple clothes looked up at the Kunlun Peak in the sky, his heart yearning for it:

“I wonder what kind of grace that saint has!”

The boy was tall and slender, a little frail, with a handsome face. However, deep in his eyes, there was a barely perceptible trace of vicissitudes. He subconsciously adjusted his glasses, but when he raised his hand, he touched nothing.

"If you want to see a saint, you should first pray that the immortals will accept you as an advisor."

As the young man was sighing, the old man sitting on a big rock beside him shook his head slightly and said:
“Yuxu Palace is the Taoist temple for saints in the human world. Only those with excellent roots, luck, qualifications, conduct, and good fortune are qualified to enter this Kunlun Taoist temple to practice.

And the Yuxu Palace only selects the top three from the Kunlun Daoist Academy every hundred years and accepts them as formal disciples!" The old man sighed:
"The Taoist temple selection is held every ten years. There are countless practitioners coming here, but only a few can catch the eyes of the senior practitioners in the Taoist temple.

Not to mention competing for the top three spots among all the geniuses!"

"Thank you for the reminder, father-in-law, but I dared to come here, of course, I have some plans."

The young man had a calm expression and his mood was not affected by the old man's words.

As the Taoist temple of Jade Purity Yuanshi Tianzun, Yuxu Palace is a holy place even in the world of cultivation.

Countless people are eager to join the sect.

But the entry requirements of Yuxu Palace are extremely harsh.
First of all, those who are wearing scales and armor will not be accepted. This is what the sage said.

It is for this reason that Yuxu Palace has always recruited disciples from among the human race, and only those with a clean background, great talent, and good fortune have a chance.

This threshold keeps 90% of the billions of sentient beings in Jambudvīpa out of the door.

Knowing this, those who still come here all think that they have excellent bones and great blessings.

But these people don’t know that the blessings in the eyes of the saint’s disciples are not comparable to their so-called picking up money when going out.

As for physique, Yuxu disciples have always valued quality rather than quantity. The number of Daluo who have emerged from Yuxu disciples exceeds twenty.

Every ten years, Kunlun Taoist Temple holds a selection, and there are crowds of monks who come here because of its reputation, but only a few can reach the threshold.

"The threshold is a bit high, but we are content. If that master hadn't entered Kunlun three hundred years ago, we, as casual cultivators, wouldn't even have been able to enter Kunlun!"

Speaking of the name of the Master, a gleam of sincere admiration flashed in the eyes of the old man in the straw raincoat.

"Master?" The young man spoke slowly, as if he was chewing on the name.

"You don't know Master?" the old man in straw raincoat asked in surprise.

"I have been practicing in the mountains since I was young, and I just came out recently!" The young man explained shyly.

"So that's how it is!" The old man in the straw raincoat suddenly realized that it was common for practitioners like them to seclude themselves for three or four hundred years, and it was also normal for them to be out of touch with the outside world.

Seeing the young man's ignorant look, the old man in the straw raincoat was suddenly aroused and started telling the boy the story of the Master in a torrent of words.

No one knows the Master's name. People only know that he came to Yuxu Palace alone three hundred years ago and broke through the trial formation of Yuxu Palace, attracting the attention of all the Golden Immortals in Yuxu Palace and even the eyes of the powerful people in Yuqing Fairyland.

Later, the master became a disciple of Yuxu Palace. After another sixty years, the master built the Kunlun Taoist Temple on the top of the snow-capped mountain to select talents from all over the world for Yuxu Palace.

"Master, this move is truly a blessing to all living beings!" The old man in the straw raincoat sighed, "The emergence of Kunlun Taoist Temple has given casual cultivators like us an opportunity. Even if we cannot enter the Taoist temple, there are still some immortal sects here to guide us!"

Master, I thought you were a fellow traveler, but I didn’t expect you to go so far.

I am the one who has to accept this favor!
The young man's eyes fell on the huge Taoist temple on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and a meaningful smile appeared in his eyes.

"By the way, I am a whale fisherman. I haven't asked you your name yet?"

The boy smiled and said, "My name is Aizen!"

. . . . . .

The boundless sky in the north is the capital of the country of great victory.

"This country has a certain atmosphere, far beyond what Liyang can compare to."

An old man was riding a yellow cow, walking on the long street, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

Once upon a time, he was a book-turner who fell into the world of books, played chess, and used his mouth to stir up changes in the world.

Everyone said that Huang Longshi was the devil of the Spring and Autumn Period. He was once proud of himself. After all, he single-handedly ended the unrest in various countries and turned the world and the rivers and lakes upside down.

As a book reader, he was born with a kind of arrogance that looked down on all living things like chess pieces.

However, after being chosen by the Samsara Palace and leaving the Snow Blade World, he realized that he was just a frog in a well.

"Moo!"

The old ox seemed to sense its owner's mood and called out softly.

"Niu'er, I'm fine, I'm just a little happy." Huang Longshi looked at the hundred-foot-high city wall in front of him, with a hint of fascination and excitement in his eyes:
"All the saints in the heavens, the Golden Immortals, I really want to know what kind of pleasure it is to turn them into chess pieces!"

The excitement in Huang Longshi's eyes flashed away, and he quickly restrained his edge and rode his old ox slowly into the King's City of Dasheng.

(Huang Longshi, the chess player in the world of "Snow Sword", the most proud student of Shangyin Academy, and one of Qi Yanglong's anonymous disciples.

One of the three great demons in the Spring and Autumn Period, he was named "Yellow Three Jia" because he was the first in three of the thirteen Jias in the Spring and Autumn Period. He was recognized as the best in the 19 Dao, the best in cursive script and the Yin-Yang prophecy. He was also known as the Yellow Three Jia for chess, calligraphy and mathematics.

A hermit in Jianghu. He is recognized as the best in the 19 Dao, the best in cursive script and Yin-Yang prophecy, and is famous all over the world. He was once the most proud student of Shangyin Academy and the young disciple of the first generation of Confucian sage.

The nine countries are at war, and lobbying is the only thing that can start many wars.

Because he was the only one who won the top three among the thirteen champions in the Spring and Autumn Period, he called himself the Yellow Three Champions. Together with Han Renmao and Xu Rentu, he was known as the three great demons that everyone in the world wanted to kill.

According to the original story line, he was supposed to use himself as a chess piece to defeat heaven, but by chance, he was chosen by the Hall of Reincarnation and became a reincarnationist.

However, this time he was no longer stirring up the Spring and Autumn States, but the three religions!)
"In the South China Sea, there are scales of the true dragons! Dragon scale armor made from them is invulnerable to swords and spears, and even magic weapons cannot damage it!"

"Bathing in boiling dragon blood for ten days can transform human-dragon blood and greatly increase one's lifespan!"

"It seems to be the sword left behind by Lu Zu. Don't miss it if you pass by it!"

The busy streets are crowded with people and cars, and the sounds of hawking can be heard one after another.

Jiang Baizi was walking on the busy street, feeling a little dazed for a moment. He had been practicing with his master in Yuqing Heaven Realm for only over 600 years, but the country of Dasheng was quite prosperous.

The Reincarnation Hall in Heaven has been open for more than ten thousand years, and has recruited countless reincarnation masters. Naturally, there are quite a few of them who have entered this world through reincarnation.

These samsaras were originally black households, but after being washed through the six reincarnations, they were naturally bleached and reincarnated into the heavenly realms of the human world, the nine heavens and ten earths, the fairy islands overseas,

Some were reincarnated into the Honghuang Star Region, and some were even more so, directly reincarnated into the realm world opened up by the powerful being.

All of this is random, and Empress Pingxin naturally doesn't bother to care what kind of creature she will be after reincarnation.

Over the course of three hundred years, the Hall of Samsara has sent three batches of 24 million samsara warriors to this world, almost draining all of the middle and high-level forces of the Hall of Samsara.

There are so many samsara beings scattered in the vast world of Jambu, but they are just like sesame seeds scattered on a big cake.

In the three hundred years, except for some unlucky ones who did not live long enough to solve the mystery in the womb, they were reincarnated.

Most of the reincarnationists also gradually broke through the confusion in the womb, awakened their memories of past lives, and understood their missions.

These reincarnationists with powerful spirits can achieve twice the result with half the effort in their cultivation, and many of them have re-entered the realm of gods, demons and immortals in just three hundred years.

Jiang Baizi just glanced at the vendors selling goods at the stalls around him and ignored them.

How could there be cultivators in a remote and poor country like Dasheng Kingdom openly selling dragon blood? The dragon scales certainly wouldn't be real.

The most urgent task now is to find my father, take over the throne of the Great Victory Kingdom from him, and use it as a springboard to complete the great cause of my ancestors!
Some vendors saw Jiang Baizi's eyes on them and came forward to sell their wares, but before they could get close to Jiang Baizi,
Then a team of soldiers came and "invited" him away.

"fool!"

A man in a green shirt on top of a roadside restaurant witnessed this scene and couldn't help but sneer.

"If the disciples from Yuxu Palace were so easy to fool, why would we have planned this for so long!"

His name is Gong Chu, and he is also a reincarnationist. He was reincarnated into this world three hundred years ago. Ten years later, he solved the mystery in his womb.

Another two hundred years passed, and his cultivation had once again broken into the realm of gods, demons, and immortals. He also accepted a mission from the Hall of Samsara and came to the capital of the Great Victory Kingdom.

His mission was to serve under the new king of the Dasheng Kingdom as a casual cultivator.

This monarch is Jiang Baizi in front of you.

It is said that he is the son of the old king Jiang Mingyuan, and has been practicing with a master since he was young.
Fortunately, he landed directly in the Southern Continent, and soon arrived in Chang'an City.

"Brother Gong, what you said is wrong!"

Next to the man in green shirt was a handsome young man. He shook his head and said, "Those people are not really stupid. Stupid people cannot come here."

His name is Yiyun, and he is also a reincarnationist.

"Brother Yi, do you know the inside story?"

Gong Chu's heart moved slightly and he looked at Yiyun.

Yiyun's seniority is much older than his, and her cultivation level was far higher than his before she was reincarnated into this world.

He even couldn't believe that with Yiyun's cultivation level, she actually gave up her physical body and came to this world.

It is said that Yiyun is a pervert who is obsessed with martial arts, and even reaches the point of abandoning all emotions in order to become stronger.

Gong Chu didn't believe it at first, but after spending more time with Yu Yiyun, he realized that it was true.

“We all know that the Samsara Palace is under the Heavenly Palace, but the origin of the Heavenly Palace is quite strange. The Heavenly Palace in the Marvel world is as outrageous as a watermelon growing on an apple tree.

I have been in this world for four hundred years, searching through all the documents of this world, and found that this world not only has the Heavenly Palace, but also the Journey to the West, the even more ancient Conferred Gods, and the Great Desolation. . "

Yiyun poured herself a cup of tea and said leisurely,

"I am aware of this." Gong Chu nodded.

When arriving at a new reincarnation world, the first thing to do is naturally to collect information. Some of the things contained in the Jambu world are naturally known to these reincarnationists!

"I have a guess. Three million years ago, the heaven in this world was destroyed. Some powerful people left their homeland and created a new heaven in the Marvel world, recruiting people from many worlds.
"Fellow Daoist, you mean that this is the origin of Heaven. We come here to attack the outpost for Heaven!" Gong Chu said thoughtfully.

Yiyun said with a hint of thought: "This is just my guess, but this world is the most powerful one I have ever seen!"

“This may be an opportunity for us!”

"Fellow Daoist, are you trying to take this opportunity to escape from Heaven's control?"

Gong Chu's body shook slightly.

"Why should I leave heaven?!" Yiyun looked at Gong Chu as if he were a fool.

"We were not forced to enter the Samsara Palace. Compared to the nightmare worlds and infinite spaces in those novels, the relationship between the Samsara Palace and us is more like employment, not exploitation!"

Gong Chu smiled awkwardly: "I thought Brother Yi wanted to take over!"

Yiyun shook her head and said, "There are many ambitious people among the reincarnationists, but those who can't see their own weight are just fools."

"The Heavenly Court dares to send so many reincarnationists into this world, so they must have checks and balances. I really want to see how those idiots die!"

Gong Chu's heart trembled, and then he asked, "What is the opportunity that Brother Yi is talking about?"

"Of course, this is the target of this reincarnation mission. The descendant of Yuxu Palace passed on the true immortal and defeated the king!" Yiyun's eyes fell on the direction where Jiang Baizi disappeared, which was also the direction of the royal palace.

"I guess you must have read The Investiture of the Gods. When disciples from a great sect like this go down the mountain, it often means the beginning of a catastrophe. I guess we are also the bargaining chips that the Heavenly Court has invested in this world!"

(End of this chapter)