Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 723: North Plain Cloud Movement
Sun Zhiyan was familiar with Lian Fangyuan's temperament. Seeing this, he knew that he must be overthinking it, so he shook his head and smiled, saying:

"Foolish child, no matter how unbearable our Xuantian Mansion is, we will not use the paths of our disciples as bargaining chips. Your dispute with Chen Mu over inheritance and the century-long agreement are your own affairs. Whether it succeeds or not depends entirely on you. What does this have to do with you?"

Lian Fangyuan was stunned and asked in confusion, "Then why did the uncle choose my nephew to go?"

Sun Zhiyan explained, "I chose you to go because you've had some interactions with Chen Mu before, and since you've just reached Nascent Soul stage, it wouldn't be too abrupt for you to go..."

Lian Fangyuan's expression softened slightly upon hearing this, but he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, muttering, "He's just an early Nascent Soul cultivator, is he actually worth all the worry and concern from Master?"

Sun Zhiyan frowned unconsciously and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Lian has been in seclusion for a long time, so he has not heard of Chen Mu Fenghua.

This person defeated the talented people in Central Continent and won the top spot for Beiyuan. Both his strength and reputation are worthy of my attention.

If you continue to speak nonsense like this, I will consider it my fault and send someone else."

Hearing Sun Zhiyan's displeasure and seeing the indifferent look in Pingyang Patriarch's eyes, Lian Fangyuan hurriedly bowed and said:
"Junior Nephew, I'm wrong. Uncle, please don't take it to heart. I will be careful with my words and actions this time. I will make friends with Chen Mu and show the goodwill of my Xuantian Mansion..."

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Feixing Taoist Palace, Lingkong Palace.

Because there was no True Lord Huashen in the sect, the news that Chen Mu had returned to Beiyuan came a few days later.

Taoist Xuancheng sat high up on the left of the leader, and in the middle was an octogenarian Taoist priest who looked deathly old and didn't seem to have much time left.

On his right hand side, there was a jade-faced male cultivator wearing a star robe. He looked to be about thirty or forty years old, but his cultivation level had reached the Nascent Soul stage.

If Chen Mu were here, he would be able to recognize this person's identity at a glance. It was Ling Kongzi who had appeared in Zhao State in his early years!
At that time, he was still a Jindan cultivator. In order to seize the fourth-level spiritual flower Manjushage, he fought a battle of wits and courage with Su Zhenren of Fushan Changhe and others...

The old Taoist said tremblingly, "I heard that Chen Mu from the Shanhe Sect has returned to Beiyuan. It is only right that we go and congratulate him."

Taoist Xuancheng agreed, "Brother, what you said makes sense. Chen Mu is no ordinary person. He will definitely become a giant in the Northern Plains in the future. It will be very profitable for us to make friends with him."

At this time, Ling Kongzi also spoke, but his expression was slightly complicated. He said, "But Chen Mu... seems to have had some dirty dealings with my Feixing Dao Palace in the early years, and Junior Brother Lan almost took his life..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lan Tianyi, the blue-shirted real person below, looked embarrassed and bowed.

Didn't he almost kill Chen Mu when he was planning Manjushage for his master?
But how could he be blamed for this? Who could have expected that a small cultivator from a remote area back then would be able to grow to where he is now...

There was a moment of silence. After a long moment, the octogenarian Taoist priest spoke up, "It's alright. Let's take this opportunity to talk it over."

Taoist Xuancheng nodded and said, "If that's the case, then the gift shouldn't be too shabby, but a strong dose of medicine should be given.

In my opinion, it would be better to give him some of the 'Starlight Sand'."

Ling Kongzi couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Brother Xuancheng, this item was left by our ancestors. If we use some of it, we will have less. It is extremely precious. Do you really want to give it to us?"

The origin of this item is also strange. It is a treasure that the founder of Feixing Taoist Palace accidentally obtained when he leaped to the sky and practiced Feixing Taoism and resonated with the light of the stars outside the sky.

If you can use some of it when breaking through the realm, you will be able to comprehend the mystery, the chances of success will be greatly increased, and the effect will be even better than the fourth-level elixir.

But the number of these items is limited after all. Over the past ten thousand years, most of them have been lost. Now there are only a few left for them, the Nascent Soul cultivators, to use. The rest of the disciples have never even heard of them.

Taoist Xuancheng nodded and said, "It is precisely because there are so few of these things left that we can show our sincere gratitude..."

Ling Kongzi stopped talking after hearing this, and looked at the old Taoist priest, asking him to make a decision.

The old Taoist thought for a long time and said seriously: "Xuan Cheng is absolutely right. Only this thing can impress this person."

Seeing this, Ling Kongzi stood up and said, "Then I will go and prepare, and will go to Fushan Changhe soon." ...

In addition to these two major sects, other small sects have also prepared generous gifts, hoping to take this opportunity to get close to Chen Mu and soar to success in the future.

Of course, the small sects mentioned here are also Yuanying sects. Only when there is at least one Yuanying cultivator in the sect can one understand the meaning of the sword fighting champion.

Some Jindan sects and even small foundation-building sects don’t even know about the fortune of the incense, so how can they understand this grand event?

Therefore, many sects joined in the fun for a long time, and in the end, even Chen Mu's name was ignored, and they only knew that Fushan Changhe was prosperous.

Different perspectives lead to different perceptions...

……

The sky is clear and the wind is cold.

Chen Mu waved his hand and the water light that absorbed the origin of the Yushang River flew back to his body and merged into the Lingshu Dao Seed.

Feeling the slight improvement in his water technique, he nodded in satisfaction, but couldn't help but think to himself:

"According to the current progress, if we want to deduce 'Lingshu Qingyuan Zhenshui' to the pinnacle of Taoism, we will need at least several fourth-order water veins. If we change it to third-order, it will be even more numerous.

There are only a few water veins in this world, and most of them are owned by someone else, making them extremely difficult to obtain. Do you really want me to rob them all by force?"

When he thought about how he would try every possible means to obtain the water veins of all sects in this world in the future, he couldn't help laughing.

"If that's the case, wouldn't I be a bandit?"

He shook his head, but he also knew that if the time came, it wouldn't be impossible for the robbers to do it...

But that’s a story for later. I can’t think of a good solution at the moment, so I can only put it aside for now and deal with it later.

The huge spirit boat rose again, like a stream of light, soaring into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye...

Two days later, Fushan and Changhe.

If other sects could get the news of Chen Mu's return, how could our own sect ignore it?

Therefore, before Chen Mu got close, he could see from afar colorful flags fluttering above and below the mountain gate, and figures of people interweaving inside the mountain gate, working day and night. All arrangements were arranged over a hundred miles away, and the scene was truly grand.

In fact, Tian Xing Lao Dao and the others didn't know exactly when Chen Mu would arrive, so they simply stayed prepared at all times to avoid missing him.

After finding the spirit boat in the sky, Taoist Tian Xing laughed loudly and shouted, "The sword fighting champion has returned to the mountain. Everyone, let's greet him!"

In an instant, a breeze blew between heaven and earth, and the fog dissipated.

There is singing and dancing all over the Fushan River, and the fairy music is melodious. There is a beautiful woman floating in the clouds, dancing with long sleeves, and she looks like a fairy in the sky.

There were also strong men shouting and praising in ancient rhymes, their voices were so loud that they shook the world.

Thousands of disciples bowed in unison and said in a loud voice: "We respectfully welcome the Lingyuan Patriarch back to the mountain!"

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(End of this chapter)