Born with immortal seed

Chapter 715 Conspiracy
Bai Zichen laid out thirty top-grade spirit stones on the table, causing the appraiser opposite him to breathe rapidly.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be anxious. The seller has another seal. If the price doesn't reach his bottom line, the transaction can be cancelled."

The appraiser suddenly received a telepathic message, his expression shifting. Instead of rushing to complete the transaction, he awkwardly said...

Are you joking?

Bai Zichen's expression darkened. It's normal to set a reserve price for a particular school of art at an auction.

But if this small-scale, private transaction, which drew me into the bidding war, turned out to be just a joke, I wouldn't mind letting Langhuan Pavilion know the consequences of playing me for a fool.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't be angry. This price exceeds the market price and has definitely surpassed the sealed bid..."

The appraiser felt a sudden pang of anxiety, as if a simple question was suffocating him, and quickly began to explain.

Although he didn't know why a cultivator of the same realm could bring such a deterrent force.

The jade box was turned over, and fingers quickly pressed down on the hole on top, leaving a blur.

Click!

A hidden box popped out, and a wooden stick fell out.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, your bid has exceeded the reserve price. This transaction is now officially finalized!"

The appraiser held his breath, and only when he saw the number on the wooden tag did he feel relieved.

Bai Zichen lifted the Nine-Bend Conch, and with just a movement, it stirred up bursts of water, turning the elegant residence into a sea.

The waves crashed against the shore, churning up thousands of piles of snow, and the air was filled with a damp, fishy smell.

Layer upon layer, the whirlpools in the sea endlessly circle, seemingly reaching all the way to the eye of the sea.

pat!

The jade box closed, the strange phenomenon disappeared, and there wasn't a single drop of water or moisture on the long table.

"Fellow Daoist, there are other rare treasures and precious objects in the pavilion. Why don't you take a look and see if there's anything that suits your taste?"

Having finally encountered a wealthy patron, the appraiser did his best to attract other business.

"Our pavilion has three volumes of Nascent Soul Transformation Insights, all with clear provenance, verifiable as being written by Nascent Soul Ancestors... I wonder if you are interested, fellow sir? The three volumes are sold as a package for only five top-grade spirit stones. Even if you have your own lineage, it's always good to learn from others' experiences; we can use the stones from other mountains to polish our own jade."

Compared to magical artifacts for infants, these kinds of classic texts are the most favored by Langhuan Pavilion, and the commission for their sale is also higher.

A single jade slip was repeatedly sold and resold, generating enormous profits.

For consigned goods, they can only take a 10% cut, so Langhuan Pavilion's recommendations are rather lukewarm.

"Do you have any insights into the Nascent Soul stage?"

Bai Zichen stopped and asked calmly.

"Fellow Daoist, are you joking? Even if such powerful beings on the edge of the sky left behind any books, they would not circulate in the market."

The appraiser was startled and hurriedly said...

Bai Zichen tossed a high-grade spirit stone to the female cultivator in palace attire as a reward, then left Langhuan Pavilion without looking back.

After a long while, a hidden room inside the elegant house opened, revealing a bronze statue that actually got up and walked out on its own.

"There is no information about this person in the cabinet's intelligence. I have my subordinates keep an eye out for him... However, he seems to have sensed my presence. He deliberately glanced at me before leaving."

The bronze statue has a blank expression and stiff limbs, yet it can actually speak.

"How is that possible? He's only at the early stage of Core Formation. Even Xu Feier, who is at the peak of Core Formation, couldn't sense his teacher's presence."

The appraiser turned around, his face full of disbelief.

“The world is vast, and there are countless extraordinary people and events... Besides, who can guarantee that he is only at the early stage of Core Formation?”

The bronze statue walked to the spot where Bai Zichen had sat and gazed at it intently.

"Having lost my physical body, I have no choice but to pursue the path of immortality through the primordial spirit, but my upper limit is only the nascent soul of the Dharma body. If I rely on the mysterious nature of my cultivation technique and the fact that I can descend into any city at any time without the limitations of a physical body, I'm afraid the Pavilion Master will not tolerate me."

"The Purple Seal True Lord has extended invitations to True Lords from all walks of life, and his intentions are far from small... The situation in Xijing City has been turbulent these days, so it is best to be cautious and avoid conflicts with others. If anything happens, activate the formation in the pavilion, and under normal circumstances, they will give the Pavilion Master some face."

After finishing his explanation, the bronze statue returned to the hidden compartment and stood still. The light in its eyes dimmed, and it returned to being a lifeless lump of iron.

……

"A Nascent Soul level divine soul, but the physical body does not exist... Is it a divine thought residing there, or a great technique like a split soul?"

Bai Zichen walked through the market, analyzing the wisp of divine consciousness fluctuation that appeared in the elegant residence of Langhuan Pavilion.

It was indeed a very subtle transmission of sound; even a cultivator who had just entered the Nascent Soul stage might not have been able to detect it.

They deliberately pulled this trick right in front of him, a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of his cultivation, and he heard it all clearly, as if they were speaking directly into his ear.

After sensing around, he couldn't find the person who sent the message; it was yet another strange and unusual skill.

It can only be said that even the most knowledgeable cultivator cannot possibly understand all the cultivation techniques in the world of immortality.

"With the Nine-Bend Conch, and by asking for a Nascent Soul Pill for Xi'er, there's at least a 50% chance she'll reach the Nascent Soul stage... If that still doesn't work, it can only be said to be fate, something I can't change."

If he wished, Bai Zichen could recruit several new disciples with Heavenly Spiritual Roots after returning home, train them by his side for a hundred years, and then let them develop on their own.

The cost of cultivating a Nascent Soul True Monarch from among them might not be as high as that of Ma Ruoxi alone.

But these disciples had all followed him since he first began to show his talent, and a bond had formed between them.

Even Li Guizhen still remembers that this young man with the lightning spirit root traveled thousands of miles, leaving his hometown to come to Black Mountain, just to become his disciple.

At first, he did not get what he wanted and remained an ordinary disciple in the sect for a long time, but he never wavered.

On the path to immortality, walking alone is too lonely.

Previously, I was powerless to help, watching as one old friend after another passed away.

Now that we have the strength, we will still lend a helping hand to a certain extent.

I don't ask for any kind teacher or filial piety, as long as everything goes smoothly and my thoughts are clear.

……

Xijing, the City Lord's Mansion.

As the absolute core area of ​​this immortal city, the city lord's mansion occupies hundreds of acres of land, creating countless exotic flowers and plants, pavilions and towers.

After passing through one doorway after another, we arrived at an ancient-style round hall, with all the outer formations activated and the guards heavily armed.

Celestial music filled the hall, and the long table was laden with delicacies and spiritual fruits. Each cultivator was attended by several handsome men and beautiful women.

They were all dressed in thin gauze, adorned with fragrant powder, and lit long candles, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.

The male attendants were handsome and vigorous, while the female attendants were beautiful and alluring.

Everyone present was a Nascent Soul True Monarch, with only two or three others having special statuses and having been specially invited by a Purple Seal True Monarch.

Even a pleasure-loving lord with a multitude of concubines, while indulging in drinking and embracing beauties, still maintains a clear mind.

Several other virtuous individuals, upholding righteousness, waved away their servants and drank alone.

"Fellow Daoist Pei, you must have gone to great lengths to gather us all together... Now that everyone who should be here has arrived, let's get down to business."

On the left, at the head of the table, was a female cultivator, alluring and charming, wearing an astonishingly long red robe that trailed several feet away.

It was covered with celestial bird feathers, each one a trophy of hers, none of them carefully processed, some still bearing dark bloodstains and dried bits of flesh.

A handsome man massaged her shoulders, a delicate young man massaged her feet, and two others poured wine, peeled fruit, and served her spiritual fruits. She was thoroughly enjoying herself.

"What the Crimson Emperor says is absolutely right. I do indeed want to work with you all to accomplish this great task and create a different kind of Penglai Immortal Island."

The Purple Seal True Lord put down his wine cup, clapped his hands, and all the handsome men and beautiful women retreated without a word, leaving only the guests in the hall.

Chi Tianzi was born into the Demonic Sect and inherited the legacy as a woman. Her early growth was accompanied by bloodshed, killing, and plunder.

For a time, their fame reached the point where people would stop crying at the mere mention of their names. Their real names were unknown, and they were all referred to by nicknames.

She slaughtered so many people within the demonic sect that no one dared to bring up her identity as a female cultivator anymore.

Another reason that made her famous was her eccentric and unpredictable personality, which was considered extraordinary even within the demonic sect.

She was also extremely fond of women, and would abduct any handsome men she saw and make them her concubines.

Unfortunately, he possessed great strength and was hailed as one of the most promising cultivators in the Demonic Sect to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

Several immortal cities issued arrest warrants for her, but they were all helpless.

It is said that more than a hundred male cultivators were harmed, including disciples from powerful families and major sects.

However, it seems to have become much more low-key in the last century, unlike before when there would be a sensational news story every now and then.

As soon as True Monarch Ziyin finished speaking, the two men's expressions changed drastically, and they stood up immediately: "Fellow Daoist Pei's great undertaking is beyond our capabilities, and we are afraid that we will be a burden to you, so we will take our leave first."

"I still have a batch of Beggar's Pills being refined in my residence, so I cannot leave. Please forgive me for not being able to join."

"Since you're here, why rush to leave? There are still many places worth visiting in my residence."

Purple Seal True Monarch slowly rose to his feet, his aura rising wave after wave, directly reaching the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The unique pressure of the Great True Monarch descended, and the illusory image of the purple cauldron enveloped the entire round hall, causing many Nascent Soul cultivators to turn pale.

With the Great True Lord and the Immortal City Formation combined, he is invincible below the Nascent Soul stage, and his life is in the hands of his opponent.

This is unacceptable to a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

The Purple Seal True Monarch did not stay in the mid-Nascent Soul stage for long, and there was never any news of him breaking through. No one could imagine that he had actually reached the peak of Penglai Immortal Island.

Judging from the stable state of his true essence, he must not have just broken through; he has been consolidating and adapting his cultivation for some time.

"So Fellow Daoist Pei has already reached the late Nascent Soul stage. No wonder, no wonder..."

The Crimson Emperor's beautiful eyes darted around, flashing with a sharp light, as he sized up the Purple Seal True Monarch.

The feathers on his red robe behind him lit up one by one, like a volcano that might erupt at any moment, and a strong smell of sulfur spewed from his nostrils.

The oppressive aura rose and fell with the red waves, rivaling that of the Purple Seal True Lord, each occupying half of the hall.

The fact that he had reached the late Nascent Soul stage was the greatest source of confidence that allowed the Crimson Emperor to act recklessly and do as he pleased.

"Then let's hear what the Great True Lord has to say before we talk..."

"The Beggar's Pill is easy to refine, the earth fire is stable, and it can be stored for several years without much problem."

The two Nascent Soul True Monarchs chuckled twice and sat back down in their seats.

"Those of us who were invited here have very different backgrounds, cultivation methods, and habits... There's only one thing we have to do with those five!"

The Purple Seal True Lord's eyes swept across everyone's faces. As he spoke, some were shocked, some were delighted, and some were so frightened that they dropped their wine glasses on the ground.

All the cultivators vaguely sensed that the important matter mentioned by True Monarch Purple Seal was not simple.

But many people still didn't expect to climb to this level so quickly.

The two demons and three immortals rule over Penglai Immortal Island, and all rules must be set according to their preferences.

The so-called Twelve Immortal Cities look magnificent, but nearly half of the twelve city lords are disciples and grand-disciples of the five old monsters.

"My goal is simple: to overthrow the mountain above us and restore a future to Penglai... At the very least, we can live or die as we please, instead of having our lives controlled by others. We've toiled our whole lives cultivating, only to become someone else's pawn, nothing more than a candidate body for them!"

The Purple Seal True Lord and the Crimson Emperor exchanged glances, their hearts resonating with each other, and a tacit understanding emerged as their eyes met.

Some things, once you reach the late Nascent Soul stage, you can vaguely sense that something is wrong with this world.

The reason why True Monarch Ziyin was able to discover the clues early on was because he witnessed Yin Zu take action during a ferocious beast disturbance. Yin Zu smashed two peak fourth-tier ferocious beasts into specimens with a single palm strike and kept them as ornaments.

While all the cultivators were cheering wildly and praising the Yin Ancestor, he fell into an ice cave and began to tremble uncontrollably.

After returning home, the more he thought about it, the more chilled he became. He connected all his past guesses and discovered the truth.

Yin Zu had a purple flame mark on his palm, exactly the same as that of Zi Yin Zhenjun's master.

His master only had one disciple, whom he raised from childhood. They were like father and son, and he was extremely familiar with everything about him.

This purple flame mark is from when Master was young, traveling in the Western Sea. He encountered a celestial fire, was entangled in it, and burned for three days and three nights, miraculously surviving.

From then on, in addition to gaining a new fire-controlling ability, he also left this lasting mark on his palm.

After his master broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage, he became eccentric and muttered things that he couldn't understand all day long.

One day, I stroked his head and said, "It's a blessing that you didn't advance to the late Nascent Soul stage."

They disappear at night.

At first, True Monarch Ziyin thought that it was his master's yearning for the Nascent Soul stage that caused him to have mental problems.

But when he saw the Yin Ancestor's giant palm that day, he understood.

Master didn't go mad, nor did he abandon himself to pursue the Nascent Soul stage; instead, he became the Yin Ancestor!
The Yin Anqisheng, one of the Two Demons and Three Immortals, who was high above, used the physical body of the Purple Seal True Lord's master.

Using this as a clue, he made many friends and collected secrets. Once he had the answer and worked backward, it was easily confirmed.

Most of the Nascent Soul cultivators among the Two Demons and Three Immortals, like the Yin Ancestor, used similar methods to achieve alternative immortality through the living body of the Great True Lord.

This is why the Nascent Soul cultivators on Penglai Immortal Island live exceptionally long lives, and their cultivation speed is different from that described in ancient texts.

The great changes in the world seemed to have no impact on them, and they were still able to cultivate rapidly to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The proportion of deaths and disappearances of the Great True Lords in the Western Sea is ridiculously high.

Anyone who pays attention will find that very few great immortals die of old age.

What True Monarch Purple Seal needs to do is to reveal the truth to the Nascent Soul cultivators and make them give up their illusions.

Without overthrowing these old monsters, the cultivators of Penglai Immortal Island will never have a chance to rise again.

The better your aptitude and the faster your cultivation speed, the greater the probability that you will be targeted by the Two Demons and Three Immortals.

The Red Emperor has been keeping a low profile in recent years, appearing as if he has exhausted his potential, which is hard to say is not intentional.

(End of this chapter)