Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 647: Fighting for Fragrance
Yang Cheng coughed lightly and said immediately, "Beiyuan is on this trip to compete for incense, so choosing which major sect to oppose is extremely crucial. Do you agree with me, fellow Daoist?"

Chen Mu nodded and pretended to listen attentively.

Yang Cheng smiled upon seeing this and continued, "Among the twenty-seven sects in Central Continent, the Pingyuan Sect, Qiankun Cave, and the Huai'an Yang Clan are the weakest, followed by the Huanwo Sect, Piaomiao Taoist Temple, and the Shangjing Qin Clan.

If you want to compete for incense in the northern plains, western deserts, southern Xinjiang and other places, it is most appropriate to choose from these families.

Among them, the Pingyuan Sect is good at raising ghosts. Its methods are unpredictable and sometimes strong and sometimes weak, so you should try not to choose this sect.

The Huai'an Yang Clan is rather mediocre, and the participants they sent this time are only slightly famous. If you choose this sect to compete, your chances of success are at least 40%!"

A 40% chance is already quite a lot.

After all, the Huai'an Yang Clan's weakness is relative to other major sects. If compared to the Xuantian Mansion, they are still somewhat stronger...

Of course, this was just a rough estimate made by Yang Cheng and the others, as they didn't know Chen Mu's true strength, so there were still variables...

Chen Mu nodded slowly, frowning slightly. After exchanging a glance with Taoist Tian Xing, he asked, "How is Piao Miao Taoist Temple?"

Hearing this, Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows, guessing what Chen Mu meant. After thinking for a moment, he sighed and said, "Your sect's fellow Daoist Lihuo was defeated by the Piaomiao Taoist Temple. I can understand your feelings.

Although Piaomiao Taoist Temple is listed among them, a powerful figure emerged in this generation, that is, the Taoist Chixi.

Although he was only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, his Taoist magic of "Red Fire Stream Rain" was extremely powerful. When he exerted his full strength, even cultivators in the later stage might not be unable to defeat him.

If you really want to compete for incense, in my opinion, you should avoid this person..."

Chen Mu remained silent upon hearing this, and Taoist Tianxing also frowned tightly.

Taoist Xuancheng nodded and whispered, "My two fellow Taoists, we came here to fight for the incense. Please don't make things complicated just because of a quarrel of arrogance..."

Taoist Tian Xing sighed softly, knowing that he was telling the truth, so he replied, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist. Chen Mu and I are not stubborn people. We will put the overall situation first."

At this time, Chen Mu also bowed to Yang Cheng and the others and said, "Thank you for your reminder, fellow Taoists. I will consider it as appropriate..."

A cool breeze blew, the rain gradually subsided, and the gathering of all parties came to an end amidst the noise...

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The next morning, it was a nice day.

The peak of Daoshi Mountain was bustling with activity, and a spiritual light shone continuously. In the eastern sky, the morning sun was visible, brilliant and beautiful as brocade clouds, dispelling the cool feeling of last night's rain.

Suddenly, the sound of bells and chimes rang out from the top of the mountain and spread throughout the entire Taoist temple in an instant.

Thousands of cultivators looked up and saw Elder Qin of Qingxu Immortal Mansion holding twenty-seven long incense sticks, hanging in the air and waiting.

This long incense was not the incense of luck that Chen Mu wanted to fight for, but the sacrificial incense that was performed once every hundred years before a sword fight...

Seeing this, they knew that the sword-fighting event was about to begin, and they all looked up with great joy, eagerly looking for the best place to watch the fight.

After all the twenty-seven clans of Central Continent had emerged from the temple and appeared before the crowd, Elder Qin laughed loudly and shouted, "The auspicious time has arrived. What are you waiting for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty-seven rays of light shot out from the twenty-seven meridians and landed beside him.

They were the people in the late Nascent Soul stage from each family, and Luo Zhen from the Yuanqing sect was among them.

All twenty-seven people had solemn expressions and waited silently.

Until a voice came from the Cloud Palace: "Let's begin."

The breeze is gentle, the sea of ​​clouds is rolling...

The three winners of the last sword fight came from the Black and White Taoist Palace, Xianyin Cave Heaven, and Longxiang Mountain.

So the disciples of these three families stepped forward first, took the long incense sticks, held them high with both hands, and shouted in unison: "Glorious heaven, shine down on the earth, carry on the wish of the Taoist ancestors, and continue the ancestors' deeds!"

The sound was clear and resonant, reaching everyone's heart. The old man in the black and white Taoist robe shouted, "Black and White Taoist Palace!"

Another woman in flowing white clothes continued, "Xianyindongtian!"

Then a tall man in a strong shirt shouted, "Longxiang Mountain!"

Then, major sects such as Xian Jianchi, Yuanqing Sect, and Runan Jiang Family took turns to take incense and shout.

After the last of the Huai'an Yang clan members had spoken loudly, all twenty-seven of them stepped forward and surrounded the nine-foot bronze tripod, offering incense together: "We respectfully inform Heaven!"

Twenty-seven voices, all coming from people from Central Continent...

The long incense is lit and the green smoke curls up.

After a while, I heard a melodious sound coming from the sky, one after another, like a surging tide, distant and grand.

After a while, the sea of ​​clouds in the sky seemed to be stirred, and suddenly a crack appeared. A ray of clear light pierced through the sky and fell like a pillar. Looking into it, one could vaguely see the shape of a fragrance.

This incense is not a real object, but it is tangible. It is transformed from the luck of the Taiyi Xuanling Realm. Burning it can bless oneself with luck.

"Which family will this first stick of incense fall into?"

Thousands of monks had the same thought at the same time.

The order of burning incense afterwards can be determined by strength, but at this time, Tianjiang doesn't care about these things...

The fragrance floated in the air and moved slowly. Looking at its direction, it actually went straight to the Taoist temple in Nanhua Valley.

Nanhua Valley is neither good nor bad among the twenty-seven sects. It does not have the power to compete for supremacy, but it is not a sect that anyone can underestimate.

But unexpectedly, the first incense stick fell on its head.

Dudu smiled slightly and said softly, "It seems that Nanhua Valley is about to prosper, and even the heavens are blessing it..."

Wu Quan, a late Nascent Soul cultivator from Nanhua Valley, saw this and laughed heartily. He then bowed to his fellow cultivators and said, "It's fate that has brought us this. Everyone, I'll be leaving first!"

After saying this, he launched into a flying light, grabbed the Qingxiang Camera, and then landed in the Nanhua Hall. He stood with two fellow disciples and shouted, "If anyone wants to steal the incense from my Nanhua Valley, come and try!"

With a shout, the three of them cheered together and dispersed the clouds and mist!
Those who wanted to compete for the incense looked at each other, but no one moved.

They weren't stupid, and they had no grudge against Nanhua Valley, so why would they go to such trouble to seize their incense? Wouldn't it be better to save their energy to seize the Huai'an Yang Clan's?

So the fragrance faded, and for a moment, it became silent...

Wu Quan secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. It was true that Nanhua Valley wasn't afraid of challenges, but if they could get through this hurdle safely, they could then compete for the "third incense stick" in the next ranking competition...

Time passed by little by little, and about an hour later, there was another loud sound in the sky, and then the clouds and fog dispersed, and two clear lights fell like arrows, shining on the top of the peak, shining brilliantly!

Chen Mu looked up and saw that one branch of the fragrance went to the Lotus Gate, while the other branch fell on the Huanwo Sect's temple.

"Hehe...I am right here. If you want to take me, come up quickly!"

The late-stage cultivator of the Lotus Sect was a beautiful woman. She accepted the fragrance with a wave of her hand, then flew into the air and stood on the Lotus Palace.

Sun Zhiyan had a good conversation with him yesterday, so he knew him quite well. He turned his head and said to Chen Mu and the others, "The Lotus Sect is stronger than the South Blossom Valley, so there shouldn't be any trouble."

Chen Mu nodded slightly, then turned his gaze towards the place where my sect was returned.

Yesterday, Yang Cheng said that the Huanwo Sect was also a weak faction. In such a chaotic situation, if they wanted to maintain their incense offerings safely, it would probably not be that easy...

As expected, within a short while, a figure slowly stepped forward. He was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with phoenix eyes and a prominent nose. Under the gaze of thousands of cultivators, he bowed to the cultivator of Huanwo Sect and said in a serious voice:
"Yuxuan Sect Liu Yuanzhang is competing with your sect for incense!"

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(End of this chapter)