Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 404: Liangyi Sect Meeting

"Ancestor, I thought you, Nan'ao, valued that kid very much, but in the end you were reluctant to give up the inherited blue sky spiritual roots to establish a good relationship with him." On the way back, Jun Tianqin said to Fei Nan'ao with a smile.

Fei Nanying said in a deep voice: "Why are you joking, elder? The foundation of Sheshan Hall is already weak in the direct lineage. How can Nanying give this spiritual root passed down by the ancestors to others?"

Juntian Bird flapped its wings and took Fennan up into the air again. When ordinary people saw its appearance, they would think that this old bird was careless. In fact, it was very thoughtful.

Seeing that Feinan was unwilling to speak frankly, it opened its mouth to expose him: "You kid simply don't think he can form a top-grade golden elixir. You probably believe that he will die in the open sea in the future, so you don't want to earn his favor anymore."

"The elder has a keen eye," Fei Nan'an sighed. Before he could explain, he was interrupted by Jun Tianqin: "Well, the reason why I said this is not to blame you for being stingy. After all, even if it was me, I would not be willing to use the Azure Spiritual Root to make a good relationship with this arrogant and rebellious person.

If we want to form a middle-grade golden elixir, I think even if he has no help, his chances are still a little higher than yours with the Emperor's Stone. But if we want to form a top-grade elixir... Humph, the cultivators in small places are still too short-sighted. Do they really think they are rare talents?

The top-grade golden elixir is so rare that not only has the David clan not produced one for many years, but even the entire David Immortal Dynasty has not produced one for who knows how many years. He really dared to think that he would die in the waves of the open sea in a few years."

"To be honest with you, Elder, Nan'an also thinks so," Fei Nan'an replied in a deep voice, and then sighed, not knowing whether he was feeling sorry for Taoist Heilu.

"Oh, so, ancestor, I have been telling my brother that if you take charge of the Fei family in the future, your style will definitely be very different from when I was here." Jun Tianqin also sighed, but this aroused Fei Nan'an's curiosity, and he asked, "Then what do you think is the biggest difference between Nan'an and ancestor Ye Ling?"

Jun Tianqin replied calmly, without hiding anything: "You lack courage, so you may be able to become a paperhanger in the future, but it is difficult for you to become the meritorious master of the Fei family."

Seeing that Fei Nan'ao remained silent, Jun Tianqin said, "If my brother were here today, I would definitely not keep the Azure Spiritual Root and would give it away no matter what."

"Nan'ao doesn't dare to compare himself to Old Ancestor Ye, but he will do so in the future."

"Hey, the reason why I said this is not because you did a bad job." Jun Tianqin interrupted Fei Nan's words again and continued, "My brother has always been a gambler. Betting that Kuang Liuting can form a top-grade golden elixir is the riskiest thing! But he still made the decision on his own without any discussion.

If Kuang Liuting can really form a top-grade golden elixir in the future, then everything will be fine, but what if he can't? By then, even if our Fei family is not doomed, it will definitely be severely punished."

"Ancestor Ye Ling is indeed a man of foresight," Fei Nan'e could hear the meaning behind Jun Tianqin's words, and added, "But if we don't place a heavy bet, we don't know when our Fei family's first Nascent Soul True Person will emerge? And we don't know when we can get rid of this chess piece."

"Well, so my brother can't be considered wrong." Jun Tianqin's voice suddenly rose, and he added:
"Besides, if you want to earn the favor of the Black Shoe Taoist, why bother exchanging spiritual objects? You just need to be nicer to that damn Chongming Sect and your nephew-in-law. When the Black Shoe Taoist returns home in glory, won't he still owe you a favor?"

"Nan'ao thought so too," Fei Nan'ao had been dealing with uncle and nephew Kang Dabao for such a long time, how could he not have thought of such a thing.

"Well, just do a little bit. There is a 99% chance that the kid will die if he goes to the open sea, so you don't need to worry too much." Jun Tianqin's tone was more disdainful, and he drove Fei Nanying straight to Xuanwei City.

The day when Kuang Liuting will form his elixir is getting closer. Jun Tianqin came back from the imperial capital this time on a mission and he dare not leave for too long.

As for the Black-Shoe Taoist? He is just a clown, so why would he need to spend any more time on him?
————Liangyi Sect, Xiabo Mountain
The strong wind from the top of Xiabo Mountain swept across the bluestone table, blowing away the last wisp of remaining fragrance in the copper furnace.

Six stone desks formed a semicircle, and each corner was covered with half an inch of incense ash, indicating that this place had been vacant for decades.

The gnarled branches of old pine trees peeked out from the edge of the cliff, and the pine needles fell on the stone slabs engraved with runes. When they were brushed away by the skinny fingers of the old man in the black robe, they made a slight sound on the hexagram diagram covered with cracks.

Soon, rays of light came from the sky one after another. Each of them was extraordinary and showed that they were virtuous and highly cultivated. But when facing the old man in black robes, they still lowered their eyebrows and bowed their heads to worship: "Grand Elder!"

The two latest leaders of Liangyi Sect, Li Yun and Qiu Yunsheng, were both prominently listed, and their performance was no different from that of other Jindan masters.

Seeing someone coming, the old man in black robe counted on his fingers for a while, then gathered spiritual light and let it fall on the tip of his index finger, and touched the old pine tree in front of him. In just a moment, the old pine tree was moistened beyond words, and the old air on it was gone, becoming lush and green.

When the cultivators saw this, they understood and took their positions according to their age and status. The old man in black robe pointed at the old pine tree that had gotten a great advantage, and the tree demon then shook its huge trunk in a very flattering manner.

Pine needles fell one by one, and the old pine branches swayed, bringing in the breeze to act as a tailor, weaving the pine needles in the air into small wine glasses, which fell one by one on the stone table in front of the practitioners.

The pine needle wine glass was just about to fall on the table, and the old pine tree swayed again, and fine dewdrops fell down, densely packed and covering the sky, but no one needed to take care of them, and they fell directly into the wine glasses in front of everyone.

A Jindan senior cultivator dressed as a warrior eagerly took a big sip of the water. After the sound of gurgling water, he sighed again, "If I could drink the Great Elder's Cangsong Dew once a year, it would be so satisfying. I'm afraid I wouldn't even be willing to exchange it for a Yuanying."

Before the other cultivators could react, the Great Elder of Liangyi Sect said with a smile: "Brother Wei, your words are an exaggeration." He pointed at the old pine tree in front of him and said softly:

"This Senior Song has been in our sect for nearly two thousand years. In another sixty or two generations, he will be able to advance to the third level. By then, the Cangsong Dew will not be so rare anymore. You can always drink it once in a round."

This was a good thing that was worth looking forward to. Everyone laughed after hearing this. After everyone in the field raised their pine needle wine glasses to entertain each other, the great elder of the Liangyi Sect made a gesture to temporarily put an end to the excitement of the senior practitioners in the field.

The old cultivator smiled and said calmly, "The last time we gathered together was half a century ago when Junior Brother Li Yun took over as the head of the sect. This time, I asked all of you to come here to discuss matters, not because of anything else, but because of Kuang Liuting."

Qiu Yunsheng asked suspiciously, "Last time when Senior Brother Wei was not around, the Great Elder told us that we should wait until Kuang Liuting had completed his Dan Formation before discussing countermeasures. He brought this up today. Is there any change in the situation?"

The warrior dressed up as Wei Shangxiu, after setting up the pine needle wine glass, also joined in the conversation:
"What the great elder said, we have not violated it at all. Not only did we not touch those jumping clowns in the Yunjiao State Court, but even the black shoe Taoist who harmed our war hall elder Yue Lan, Junior Brother Li advised me not to move.

Otherwise, how could we let him go so easily? What about Jin Ye Dao Ji? There are so many geniuses who haven't grown up yet, and he is not the only one left."

Li Yun heard a lot of resentment in the words of the senior cultivator surnamed Wei. Just as he was about to raise his glass to explain, he heard the old cultivator who was presiding over the meeting speak first: "Junior Brother Li is right. If it is not necessary, we should not provoke the person who caught Kuang Liuting's eyes at this time. Who knows if he will really gain power in the future, how should we get along with him?"

As soon as the Liangyi Sect's Great Elder finished speaking, the only female Taoist in the room asked suspiciously, "I have the audacity to ask Senior Brother, is it possible that Kuang Liuting's top-grade golden elixir is already a done deal?"

The old cultivator at the main seat laughed after hearing this: "Of course it's impossible. Even if he is the son of a true master, it's hard for him to have such luck."

"But even if it only has a 10% chance, we can't take it lightly." Qiu Yunsheng continued, and won the nod of approval from the Liangyi Sect's grand elder.

The latter looked around, first attracting the attention of the other cultivators, and then spoke: "My fellow disciples may not know, but there is accurate information that King Kuang Shen of the South went to the outer sea to meet that person some time ago."

"Is it Palace Master Lanmeng?" The Taoist Kun in the field had a bad complexion and a small stature, but the scream he made was so high-pitched that it made the cultivator named Wei beside him frown slightly.

The Great Elder of Liangyi Sect nodded and confirmed Kun Dao's guess: "It is indeed the Palace Master Lanmeng. It is said that he also gave Kuang Shen the elixir to help him recover from his injuries. Now the latter has returned to the capital. I think it will not be long before he will come to Shannan Road in person to meet the Earl of Nan'an."

"If a Yuanying Zhenren from the royal family comes in person, will the owner of Zhaixing Tower allow it?" The senior cultivator named Wei asked.

"The master of Zhaixing Tower is powerful enough, but how can he compare to the three Yuanying of the Blood Sword Sect? How can he stop Kuang Shenzhi who has fully recovered from his injuries?" The great elder of Liangyi Sect shook his head.

"The people on both sides of the mountain support each other and protect each other. The immortal on Mount Wumu will not sit idly by." Kun Dao said half of his words this time before he remembered that the person in Kuang Liuting's room was the new saint of Mount Wumu, so he swallowed the rest of his words back into his stomach.

At the same time, he was also complaining in his heart: "This Wu Lao Mountain really has no shame. In this generation, they can actually choose a virgin Qingye Daoji to be the Saint." At the same time, the cultivator surnamed Wei also tasted something wrong from the words of the elder, and asked suspiciously: "Doesn't the Palace Master Long Lanmeng always care about the life and death of the royal family? Why is he still..."

He only said half of his words because he reacted after seeing the old cultivator's expression. After all, this matter involved the secrets of the top Nascent Soul cultivators, so how would the latter know?

The Great Elder sighed again, and then said, "My fellow disciples, don't worry. After all, I am just guessing whether the King of the South will come in person. In short, the higher the quality of Kuang Liuting's elixir, the greater the possibility that the King of the South will come to Shannan in person."

"Then, senior brother, what should our Liangyi Sect do then?" Qiu Yunsheng's calm face also showed a trace of irritation.

"By then, I'm afraid we won't be able to choose what to do." The elder smiled bitterly and said:

"I went to Tengwen Mansion last time and wanted to ask for an audience with the owner, but the boy beside the owner told me that the owner had not yet come out of retreat, so I didn't go. Only Xiang Tianxing, the head of Zhaixing Mansion, talked to me."

"Xiang Tianxing?!" When the cultivator surnamed Wei just heard the name, the domineering aura on his body seemed to be cut off by a layer.

The great elder could see the reaction of the cultivator surnamed Wei, and he continued, "His cultivation has become more and more profound. Even if I don't come closer to take a closer look, I can't be sure whether he has become a real person."

"Brother, are you still confident that you can defeat him?" Qiu Yunsheng asked again.

"In half a century, there may still be a 50% chance of winning, but I'm afraid it's less than 30% so far." After saying this, the Liangyi Sect's Great Elder's expression darkened. After a few breaths of silence, he spoke again, but it was unclear whether he was explaining to others or himself:
"After all, he is less than 300 years old, and it is the time for him to make progress, but he is different from an old man like me. In a few years, I may not even have a 30% chance of success. By then, what will you, my fellow disciples, use to deal with Xiang Tianxing's Fang Tian Hua Ji?"

After hearing this, the monks at Matsushita were ashamed at first, and then fell silent again.

There is no need for anyone to tell the Zhaixing Tower which of the Jindan sects under its jurisdiction are governing by inaction and which are harsher than a tiger.

When the leader of Zhaixing Tower had few directors, Xiang Tianxing, the general affairs director of Zhaixing Tower, thought that he could not suppress the great elder of Liangyi Sect, so he naturally gave him some preferential treatment in terms of donations and tributes.

Finally, the current headmaster Li Yunshangxiu, who had remained silent, asked, "Is that why Senior Brother accepted Taoist Peng to come to our Liangyi Sect to teach and open the sect 200 years ago?"

"Yes, but two hundred years have passed, and you still don't even dare to call me senior brother. Why should I fight Xiang Tianxing for you?"

The question from the great elder made everyone in the room speechless. Finally, Qiu Yunsheng managed to show some courage and raised his head and said, "After all, it's because my junior brother is useless that I've made things so difficult for you, senior brother."

"Why do you say that?" Seeing that all the cultivators in Songxia had bowed their heads because of Qiu Yunsheng's words, the Liangyi Sect's Great Elder said, "I know that you fellow disciples are worried that fellow disciple Peng has no attachment to the sect and will take over the master's position in the future, thus inviting a wolf into the house."

At this point, the Liangyi Sect's Great Elder paused again, and his tone became higher: "But as long as I am still alive, it will be difficult for outsiders to take back the Liangyi Sect. You also need to practice well and take up the responsibility before I die."

"That's what senior brother said"

"Junior brother understands"

"It is indeed a sin to cause Senior Brother to worry."

The Liangyi Sect's Great Elder came to convene a meeting this time, not to listen to these useless nonsense, he added: "In short, the situation outside has been turbulent recently, not to mention us, even many real people dare not act rashly.

Therefore, in Jingnan Prefecture, let the fake Yuan family retain some strength and maintain the status quo, without any unnecessary fighting. If the Yunjiao Prefecture Court is too strong, just give Jingnan Prefecture to them as well. "

The matter concerned tens of thousands of cultivators and millions of people in the state, but was decided by this old cultivator with just a few words.

The head of the sect, Li Yun, who was in charge of this matter, did not hesitate at all. He just stepped out to agree. After the Liangyi Sect's great elder looked around at everyone, he said, "As for the Yunjiaozhou court, you should not provoke them. Be patient until Kuang Liuting has completed his elixir formation."

————At dusk on that day, at the top of Black Sand Peak

The Grand Elder of the Liangyi Sect could no longer remember how long it had been since he last came here.

He leaned over and looked down. He saw a dark purple crack on the ridge of the peak, and a foul-smelling mist was gushing out of the crack like a black spring.

The moss-covered stone steps had long been soaked with dark red blood, and every crack was filled with broken black nails.

The mountain wind, wrapped in bursts of shrieks like the cries of a baby, passed by my ears one after another. At the same time, the vines hanging upside down on the rock wall suddenly twisted - those were not plants at all, but corpse tentacles covered with bloody rusty hairs.

On the soul refining platform in the middle floated an ordinary, dark little flag, which was emitting a faint light intermittently.

At the other end, the chains on the twelve colorful copper pillars rustled with the wind. Each of them was tied with an awe-inspiring, snow-white skeleton. The empty eye sockets were filled with dark green phosphorous fire.

"When did he turn a beautiful mountain into a hell?!"

The Liangyi Sect's Great Elder suppressed his dissatisfaction and said to an old cultivator in a black robe, "Junior Brother Peng is still practicing too hard."

The latter didn't care whether the words were praise or sarcasm, he just nodded and said: "It's all thanks to my senior brother and the other brothers who helped the village, otherwise how could my martial arts have such progress?!"

The Great Elder of Liangyi Sect sighed in his heart again, and said: "This is indeed 'the righteous way is difficult, while the evil way is easy to practice'." He did not rush to respond to the words of the old cultivator in black robe, but just turned his head to look at the small black flag on the soul refining platform.

"This Soul Banner must be the third-grade ultimate magic weapon that Junior Brother mentioned last time. Judging from the looks of it, Junior Brother is about to refine it, right?!"

The great elder could not hide his envy when he said this, and the old cultivator surnamed Peng also added at the right time: "This is all thanks to the sect's efforts to collect fresh souls for Junior Brother. In just five or six months, this magic weapon will be ready. By then, Senior Brother won't have to worry about those who bully the good and fear the evil!"

As the old cultivator surnamed Peng called him "brother" more and more affectionately, the great elder became more and more uneasy. The latter dodged and coughed for a while before telling him about what he had discussed with several other legitimate brothers today.

The old cultivator surnamed Peng frowned and thought for a while before speaking: "Brother, do you mean that our Liangyi Sect still needs to rely on Zhaixing Tower to survive?"

"This is also the only solution." After the Great Elder gave a firm answer, the old cultivator surnamed Peng's eyes lit up.

He raised his hand, and a map with the twenty-seven prefectures of Shannan Road engraved on it rose from the ground. Before the Liangyi Sect's Great Elder asked any questions, the old cultivator surnamed Peng had already started talking: "Brother, have you ever thought about having our Liangyi Sect produce a True Person as well?"

The Liangyi Sect's Grand Elder opened his eyes, and when he looked up again, he saw that the old cultivator named Peng had pointed to the Jackdaw Mountains on the map, which was right next to Shannan Road.

He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Think twice, Junior Brother Peng. It has only been two hundred years since the last time the chaos was quelled."

The old cultivator surnamed Peng smiled slightly and said, "Brother, you also know that the real owner of the Jackdaw Mountains is not those clumsy and worthless mountain barbarians."

(End of this chapter)