Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 749: Jiumo Taoist Eternal Life Qiulan
The wind is as raging as a mountain, and the rain is as pouring as a river!
In the darkness, the long-bearded monk was shocked and tried his best to circulate the remaining elixir light and look in the direction of the sound.

In a trance, he saw rolling waves coming from the sky, passing by him in the blink of an eye, and rushing towards the array of demon cultivators.

The strongest demon cultivator who was fighting with the silver-robed old man also noticed something was wrong and quickly raised his neck and shouted, "Retreat quickly!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed and formed seals, gathering all his magic power in an attempt to force his opponent to retreat and get involved, so that he wouldn't be trapped before the waves hit.

After fighting with the silver-robed old man for a long time, he felt that he had figured out this man's fighting style, which was to avoid a head-on fight if possible. He believed that the old man did not have the courage to force himself to come up and trip him.

As expected, seeing that the demon cultivators were about to retreat, the old man in the silver robe breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his hands. Instead of stepping forward to restrain them, he suddenly retreated and made way for the demon cultivators.

"Brother!"

The long-bearded monk was almost furious, but he was a little far away and it was too late for him to catch up.

But what he didn't expect was that although the demon cultivator escaped quickly, the water flower was even faster!
In just a moment, they caught up with them, and after circling around and rolling, several Jindan demon cultivators fell into the water.

The long-bearded monk's eyes suddenly widened, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart: "It's Senior Yuanying who took action!"

He quickly turned around to look. Coincidentally, the black fog had dissipated, and under the direct sunlight, he saw a Taoist in a black robe standing in the air with his hands behind his back. Auspicious clouds surrounded him, and his spiritual power surged. For a moment, he could not see his face clearly...

At the same time, the silver-robed old man and a group of disciples of Yuanling Sect also looked over, were immediately shocked by her beauty, and bowed their heads in worship.

"From our Yuanling Sect, we all want to thank you for your help..."

The monk with a long beard felt relieved and took the initiative to step forward and pay his respects.

The Taoist in black robe waved his hand casually, and the water-colored light quietly dissipated. Several demon cultivators reappeared here, but they were all motionless, obviously no longer alive.

"Why thank you? Demonic cultivation is taboo. I will kill them if I see them."

Chen Mu smiled faintly, waved his sleeves and was about to turn and leave.

The long-bearded monk quickly asked, "Excuse me, where is the immortal mountain? Later, my Yuanling Sect will offer a thank-you gift..."

Chen Mu saw that he wanted to take the opportunity to befriend him, and nodded unconsciously.

Being able to think long-term and make friends with Nascent Soul cultivators for the sect in such a situation shows that this person has some insight.

I hadn't originally intended to reveal my name, but after seeing this, I changed my mind.

He said in a clear voice, "My name is Chen Mu. No need for gifts of thanks. If there are still demonic cultivators causing trouble in the future, you can seek help from Yuxuan Sect."

The monk with a long beard is a talented person. He may have the opportunity to form a baby before the devil's calamity comes. If he is given to the Yuxuan Sect, he will always be useful.

"Chen Mu?"

The long-bearded monk and the Yuanling Sect members first frowned and thought about it, then they were all shocked, as if they had thought of something.

"But Senior Chen, the one who won the sword fighting championship?!"

The long-bearded monk was very excited. He never expected to meet such a person.

Although he had never seen Chen Mu Fenghua, just by looking at the four words "the champion of sword fighting", he could tell that Chen Mu's path was limitless.

If they can make friends with them, or even get their protection, then their Yuanling Sect will surely prosper!
Chen Mu smiled slightly, said no more, and instantly broke into the sky, flying away at an extremely fast speed.

Looking at the direction he fled, the Yuanling Sect members were stunned for a long time.

The long-bearded monk's heart was burning with anxiety as he murmured the name of the sect Chen Mu mentioned: "Yuxuan Sect..."

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The mountains along the shore are beautiful, thick like spring clouds and light like thin smoke. The uneven shadows of the trees are reflected on the surface of the river, making them look even more lush and green.

Chen Mu had not walked far when he felt someone chasing him from behind. He used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that the person was also at the Nascent Soul stage.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

The voice transmitted across thousands of miles was still full of smiles, and sounded harmless.

Chen Mu's heart moved, and he paused, stopping on the surface of the river.

Before long, a beam of light came from afar and approached him in an instant.

When the spiritual light dissipated, a Taoist priest in a gray robe appeared. He looked to be in his thirties, tall and thin, with his hair tied up high on his head with a few strands of hair floating down. With a green jade gourd emitting a faint aroma of wine at his waist, he looked extremely unrestrained and uninhibited.

Chen Mu looked at him and confirmed that he had never seen this person before. He couldn't help but ask, "Who is it, fellow Daoist?"

The gray-robed Taoist priest laughed heartily, bowed, and said in a clear voice: "My Taoist name is Jiumo, and I am honored to meet you, Taoist friend."

"Jiu Mo?"

When the Taoist name came out, Chen Mu felt even more unfamiliar and said politely, "So it's Fellow Daoist Jiumo. My name is Lingyuan. I wonder why you called me?"

"Hi!"

Taoist Jiumo patted his head as if realizing what was happening, and apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry for being so rude. I just came out of retreat, and I saw fellow Taoist Gaoyi exorcising demons, so I wanted to make friends, so I caught up with you..."

Chen Mu remained silent upon hearing this, just looking at the person in front of him quietly.

Taoist Jiumo did not feel embarrassed and continued to talk about Chen Mu's demon-eliminating efforts with a smile.

"The demonic calamity is about to begin. In the future, it is inevitable that more and more demons will appear in the open. We should be like fellow Daoist and resolutely eliminate the demons without any leniency. Only in this way can we avoid future troubles..."

Taoist Jiumo kept talking until the end, when he slowed down his tone, but his smile became even brighter.

"Meeting you is fate. Luckily, my cave is not far away. Why don't you come with me to the cave for a drink?"

After saying that, he untied the gourd from his waist and shook it gently. The aroma of the wine instantly became stronger. Chen Mu just took a sniff and felt his mouth watering and inspiration surging in his body. It was obvious that this wine was not an ordinary thing.

Taoist Jiumo seemed to be boasting, "This spiritual wine of mine was brewed by the Bibo lineage of the East China Sea over a hundred years using several kinds of fourth-level spiritual fruits. I have always been reluctant to drink it, but now that I see you, I can't keep it."

Chen Mu smiled faintly and said in a clear voice: "Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist, but I have important matters to attend to, so I am not lucky enough to enjoy this spiritual wine..."

What a joke! He didn't even know the man's identity, so how could he follow him so easily? If he didn't even have this little caution, how could he have come this far?

Taoist Jiumo nodded upon hearing this, but did not insist on the invitation. He only said with regret, "I was rude, why do you need to thank me, fellow Taoist?"

"But this pot of spiritual wine... is a pity."

He shook his head and was about to put the gourd away when he gritted his teeth and suddenly said, "I really shouldn't have offended you, Daoist friend. I will offer this pot of spiritual wine as apology. I hope you won't refuse. This will be considered as a token of our friendship."

He picked up the green jade gourd and was about to put it into Chen Mu's hand.

Chen Mu naturally refused to take it. He reached out his hand to stop the other person's movements and said with a half-smile, "You are too kind, my friend. This spiritual wine is so precious. How can I accept it and take away what is dear to me?"

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

Hearing this, Taoist Jiumo no longer insisted and bowed his head, saying, "Since that's the case, I won't waste your time."

Chen Mu nodded, turned into a beam of light and disappeared.

The river tide is rolling and the water is misty.

After an unknown amount of time, Taoist Jiumo suddenly chuckled, tied the green jade gourd back to his waist with ease, and flew back.

In a short while, they arrived at the gate of Yuanling Sect.

At this moment, the long-bearded monk and the others were casting spells to dispose of the demon cultivator's corpse, but Taoist Jiumo took the initiative and waved his hand towards him. Several imperceptible streams of gray air flew out from the demon cultivator's corpse, each of which was collected into his sleeve. He then disappeared without a trace without stopping.

And all these actions were not noticed by anyone in Yuanling Sect...

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The haze spreads its colors, and the sun and moon shine.

In a peaceful atmosphere, Chen Mu returned to the Black and White Taoist Palace.

Different from the grand scene when he came with the crowd last time, this time he entered the small world quietly. No one knew his whereabouts except the Nascent Soul cultivators whose realm was higher than his.

When they returned to Shangzhen Palace, Fenglian Zhenren and other deacons were shocked and hurried out to greet them.

"We respectfully welcome Shang Zhen back to the palace."

Chen Mu nodded slightly. Not seeing Taoist Zi Yang around, he asked, "Where is the Master of Zi Yang Palace?"

Fenglian Zhenren replied, "The Palace Master was invited to a banquet at Shenzhen Palace yesterday and has not yet returned. Does the Supreme Zhen need me to go and see him?"

Chen Mu smiled calmly and waved his hand, saying, "That's not necessary. I just wanted to let him know that I'm going to be in seclusion for a while..."

The drunkard's real intention was not to drink. Since Master Xuyun had previously promised to provide him with resources for his practice, he was not going to be polite.

Fenglian Zhenren was also a wonderful person. Seeing this, she bowed and said with a smile, "That's simple. Shangzhen, please go and retreat. When the Palace Master returns, I will remind him."

Chen Mu smiled and said, "That's fine."

After saying this, he strode into the inner room and entered the real palace.

Because of his previous promise, he did not plan to practice hard for too long during this retreat.

Moreover, the Dragon Ball is about to be lost, and he has not yet mastered the profound power skill "Xuanyuan Fuhai Zhengong". In the next ten years, he will have to focus on this.

Originally, he only regarded strength as a means to eliminate the subsequent hidden dangers of the Ancestral Dragon Scales, but after seeing strength cultivators such as Wei Chu and Wei Mingde, he changed his mind.

"To some extent, strength cultivators are much stronger than ordinary cultivators. Now that I have a dragon vein, I have excellent aptitude in strength. I should set aside some time to practice."

"I don't ask to be on par with Wei Chu and the others, as long as I can also reach the fourth level of strength, my combat power will increase exponentially!"

"When the demonic calamity comes, I will have the protection of Qi and force. Even if I fail to reach the perfection of the Nascent Soul, I can still use this to feed back to the Great Dao..."

Chen Mu nodded slowly, and gradually understood the arrangements for the next ten years.

"The main thrust is the Dao, supplemented by spiritual objects to improve cultivation. As for the Dao method..."

He shook his head slightly and thought to himself, "I'll just delay a little longer. I haven't got the technique to destroy the Dao Seed yet anyway."

Chen Mu made up his mind and walked into the quiet room.

Before starting the practice, there is one more person who needs to be dealt with...

With a thought, a dragon bird popped out and locked the world here. Then he waved his hand, and with the surge of water, Qiu Lan, the master of the Palace of Eternal Life, reappeared here.

Taoist Taiheng was handed over to True Lord Pingyang by him when he came, but this person brought him here.

The black dress with blood patterns made Qiu Lan look quite charming, but her cold eyes greatly reduced her temptation, making people dare not look directly at her.

"Where is this?"

Her face was pale, and her eyes stared straight at Chen Mu.

Trapped in the nothingness of Taoism, without any spiritual energy to replenish, let alone the fact that she had not yet formed a Nascent Soul, even a Nascent Soul cultivator trapped inside would have no power to resist at this moment.

But even so, she did not look like she was begging for mercy. Instead, she was even colder than at the beginning.

Chen Mu also looked at her for a long time and frowned unconsciously.

Before capturing this person, he had a feeling that this woman was mysterious and also had great opportunities and great luck.

That's why he spared her life...

But now it seems that chance and luck are so elusive?
How could he know that it was a blessing or not a curse if he spared his life?

At this moment, Qiu Lan might have noticed the change in his expression, and her heart sank. She continued to ask, "Senior, how do you wish to treat me?"

Chen Mu was silent for a moment, and did not answer. Instead, he said in a cold voice: "Tell me your origins."

Qiu Lan's eyes flickered, knowing that life and death depended on the thoughts of the person before him, so he didn't beat around the bush and said bluntly:
"I am originally from Tiannan Country. By chance, I was chosen as a Saint by the Palace of Eternal Life. I cultivated until I reached the Golden Elixir stage. I felt that my method of ascension was lacking, so I went to Zhao and Mu countries. At the suggestion of the Feixing Dao Palace, I cultivated Manjushage in the hope of ascending..."

Chen Mu frowned, listening to what she said while observing her expression.

His expression was calm, and every word and action he took was logical and methodical, so no one would be confused by what he said.

But the problem is, this woman is too frank...

At the moment of life and death, not only was he terrified and unable to speak clearly, he didn't even have the most basic emotional fluctuations. It can be seen that he didn't take his own life and death as seriously as ordinary people.

But what kind of people are capable of disregarding life and death?
"Could it be that all evil cultivators are like this?"

As soon as he felt the emotion coming out of his mind, he shook his head.

If all the evil cultivators in the world behaved like this, the world would have been in chaos long ago...

Chen Mu pondered for a long time, and after Qiu Lan finished speaking, he asked, "So, is your mysterious and strange skill also a tradition of the Palace of Eternal Life?"

Qiu Lan paused, then nodded slowly and said, "Just as the senior said."

Chen Mu narrowed his eyes, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

The Zhao and Mu countries once asked Yuanying cultivators to kill her, but in the end they couldn't even find her true body.

Tai Heng even set up a trap first to prevent her real body from coming out.

It can be seen that Qiu Lan can deal with Yuanying cultivators at the Jindan level. Such a result was something he could not achieve in the beginning.

If this kind of inheritance comes from the Palace of Eternal Life, then how could this power be limited to the borders of a small country?

He was secretly moved and suddenly snorted coldly: "You dare to hide anything here?"

Before he finished speaking, he used his inspiration to swing his sleeve and strike out. There was a whistling sound, which showed that he did not hold back.

Seeing the murderous intent coming, Qiu Lan relaxed instead. He locked his gaze on Chen Mu and murmured, "Chen Mu... I'll remember you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and prepared to die, but the final blow never came...

Qiu Lan slowly opened her eyes and saw Chen Mu looking suspicious, staring at her with interest.

Seeing this situation, how could she not guess that Chen Mushi was deliberately deceiving her?

"Since you are going to die, what's the point of remembering me?"

Chen Mu smiled faintly and murmured, "Hall of Eternal Life, Eternal Life... Could it be that you have another method to resurrect yourself?"

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(End of this chapter)