Immortal of Eternal Life and Endless Ages

Chapter 56: Changes of Water and Fire (Seeking monthly ticket)

The journey was safe.

Under the control of Taoist Shuimu, the flying boat bypassed several dangerous places along the way.

Finally, after the tenth day.

The headquarters of the Eight Directions Taoist Alliance gradually appeared on the horizon, called "Eight Directions Mountain".

There are eight tall and straight peaks, and each of them has a top-grade mountain protection formation.

It is said that there is a dark connection underground.

By concentrating their strength, they can temporarily upgrade a mountain's protective formation to the lower second level.

Enough to guard against enemies in the middle stage of foundation building.

On the top of the peaks, various ancient palaces and deep caves are scattered around, and the tallest peak seems to penetrate the clouds and reach the sky.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a fairyland in the sky.

Among the peaks, it is common to see monks riding various magical instruments and spiritual beasts, traveling through the clouds.

The young monks of the Zheng family all opened their eyes wide at this moment, as if they had entered the Grand View Garden:
"Is this the Dao League headquarters?!"

"It feels much better than our Purple Smoke Valley!"

This is Fang Sheng’s first time here too.

He came to the edge of the flying boat and looked down.

A long purple river winds through the peaks of Bafang Mountain.

Well, that's no problem.

Only then did Fang Sheng concentrate on appreciating the beautiful scenery around him.

In the past, Zhao Miaoyan often praised the scenery of Bafang Mountain in his letters.

Now it seems very different.

The temperament of Ziyan Valley is as gentle and graceful as a beautiful girl from a small family.

Bafang Mountain is majestic and magnificent, with peaks and ridges, surrounded by clouds and mist, showing the majestic momentum of the vast mountains and rivers.

Taoist Shuimu drove his flying boat and stopped at the mountain gate of the Eight Directions Taoist Alliance.

Then he put the flying boat away and showed the invitation to the guard.

While waiting for notification.

Taoist Shuimu couldn't help but sigh quietly:

“Hundreds of years ago, the two foundation builders of the Eight Directions Dao Alliance probably never thought that their business would be able to be passed down to this day.”

"Moreover, it has become the strongest foundation-building force in the eastern vein of the Purple River..."

I saw that there were no outsiders around.

He added two more words:

"The current Eight Directions Dao League is recruiting disciples and monks with high spiritual roots every year."

"Not only Dongmai, but also famous monks in the entire Zihe area have received their invitations."

"Before, Brother Greedy for Wine was like this, that's why he came all the way from the northern border..."

The young monks of the Zheng family just listened to it as a story.

Fang Sheng couldn't help but ponder:
"Could it be that the Eight Directions Dao Alliance also wants to be promoted to Dao Palace?"

"Who wouldn't want to in the world of cultivating immortals?"

Taoist Shuimu seemed to be thinking about something, as if he was recalling the Zheng family's past.

Fang Sheng also reacted at this time.

indeed.

Nothing surprising.

It would be abnormal if the Eight Directions Taoist Alliance did not work towards the Taoist Palace.

Shuimu Daoren added:
"However, the Dao Palace has a history of at least a thousand years."

"The Eight Directions Dao Alliance is still far behind."

"I guess I won't even see this fight when I die..."

"Brother Fang!"

A shout came from the mountain gate, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Fang Sheng turned around and looked.

Suddenly, he saw a huge man, like a rock mountain, crushing towards him...

It was Zhao Miaoyan whom I hadn’t seen for six years!

Fang Sheng’s eyebrows jumped.

Although I know that Zhao Miaoyan is training his body, this change in body shape is too exaggerated.

He was heading towards the physique of the drunken Taoist priest.

"Brother Fang!"

Arrived nearby.

Zhao Miaoyan's voice was even louder, making the leaves around him rustle.

The young cultivator from the Zheng family had never met Zhao Miaoyan before, and was instinctively on guard against him.

Fang Sheng shook his head and made a rare joke:
"I heard that you have a nickname of 'Little Steward'. I feel that you should change it to 'Big Steward'..."

"I think so too, but unfortunately my master is still much bigger than me!"

Zhao Miaoyan grinned, and his personality seemed no different from usual.

"Brother Fang, Senior Shuimu."

"Let's go in now!" He put his arm around Fang Sheng's shoulder and walked towards the inside of the mountain gate.

The guards were all in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and at this moment, they all showed flattering smiles:
"Master Zhao, take care!"

"Mr. Zhao's friend is so handsome!"

"Well, you guys have good taste!"

Zhao Miaoyan had a cold face and nodded with satisfaction.

The group entered the mountain gate and soon a maid came to greet them.

As arranged.

Zi Yan, Zheng's family and Fang Sheng each lived in a large courtyard.

Zhao Miaoyan even carried a pot of wine and sat in the yard where Fang Sheng lived, as usual, and poured him wine.

Fortunately, it wasn't the wine brewed by Zhao Miaoyan himself...

Master Zhao is usually very busy at the Eight Directions Taoist Alliance and doesn't make wine, so this is the spiritual wine he got from his master.

Fang Sheng sat opposite him:
"Now, your status in the Dao League is probably not low?"

"hey-hey!"

Zhao Miaoyan scratched his head, picked up the wine glass, and poured a glass of spirit wine into his mouth.

"It's all thanks to the methods you taught me in the letter, Brother Fang, and my master's strength..."

"Oh, and some of the people you asked me to meet..."

"It is thanks to these that I can now shoulder some responsibilities."

When it comes to this, Zhao Miaoyan seems to have endless things to say.

He talked endlessly about his experiences in the past few years.

In front of Fang Sheng, he could say anything he wanted.

He even told the details of how he bribed people and took bribes...

"correct!"

"Brother Fang, take these!"

Zhao Miaoyan slapped his storage bag and took out a large box from it.

"this is?"

"It's a spiritual stone!"

"Two thousand spirit stones!"

"I have been embezzling all of this money over the past six years. You and I will split it in half!"

"You don't know, I can get a thousand spiritual stones a year now. In a few years, if I continue to manage things, I can get at least two thousand spiritual stones!"

Zhao Miaoyan held his head high, his tone quite proud.

However, Fang Sheng couldn't help but frowning at this time.

It's not because of corruption.

No matter where you are, there is always darkness behind power.

As long as human nature exists, it cannot be eradicated.

This is all Zhao Miaoyan’s little ability now.

In Fang Sheng's opinion, it was not unusual.

Zhao Miaoyan took the spirit stones and at least did things for others.

He is not the kind of person who will not let you get anything done if you don’t give him spirit stones.

What Fang Sheng is really worried about is the future of this old friend.

Looking at the complacent Zhao Miaoyan.

He directly pointed out:
"You are just taking advantage of the power of others. If you continue like this, I'm afraid you won't have a good ending."

"..."

Zhao Miaoyan had been laughing the whole time, but at this moment he suddenly froze.

He lowered his head, and even his heartbeat quickened.

After a long time.

Zhao Miaoyan sighed and said:
"There's no other way. I can only fight."

"I don't have good spiritual roots, nor do I have your understanding, Brother Fang."

"In the past six years, I have consumed so many elixirs and spirit wines, and studied and managed them while practicing diligently at home."

"Until now, I have only barely broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining."

"If Brother Fang hadn't gotten me this opportunity, I would have rotted away in the Purple Mist Valley. I must seize this opportunity..."

His words were full of reluctance.

Look at Zhao Miaoyan again at this moment.

I still remember the bold young man in linen clothes when I first met him fifteen years ago.

Now, only a shadow remains.

Fang Sheng looked at him and couldn't help but sigh:

"Shuihuo, you have indeed become mature..."

　By the way, Niu Dan’s character card is already up.

　　It’s the birthday... Oops, the anniversary of death was wrong, August 8 was written as August 12.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)