Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 867 Jiangdu Liu Clan
By noon, the sky was bright.

The Liu clan's land.

The flying eaves and corners of the houses are faintly visible in the green mist, and the thousand-year-old willows hang down like curtains, shrouding the entire Baili tribe’s territory in green smoke.

The spiritual boat coming from afar gradually slowed down, and the Liu group on it finally felt relieved. Looking at the scene in front of them, their expressions softened a little.

"Now that we have arrived at the Liu clan's territory, there is no need to worry anymore."

The bearded man grinned and controlled the spirit boat to fly slowly down.

Although their Liu family is a Jindan family, their mountain protection formation is extremely impressive. It is called "Wan Liu Bitian" and was specially set up by the first ancestor who spent a lot of resources and asked a fourth-level formation master to set it up.

There are no clues at ordinary times, but if an enemy attacks, even a Nascent Soul cultivator will not be able to gain any advantage in a short time if all his strength is used.

This was precisely the Liu clan's source of confidence. Even if Zhang had Senior Zhao Xinjing as their guest ancestor, it wouldn't matter. Ultimately, it wasn't their own strength. Like the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water, if nothing changed, it would be fine. But if something did, they would be retaliated against...

When the spirit boat flew in front of the green smoke, the bearded man threw out a willow-leaf-shaped token, which instantly merged into the smoke. After a sudden swing, the smoke began to disperse to both sides, making way for the entrance to the formation.

The spirit boat did not stop and plunged into it.

The entry into the formation did not make much noise, but it still attracted a large group of people to gather around.

The bearded man laughed and flew down from the spirit boat. He was about to chat with the tribesmen who had gathered around him, but he suddenly found that their faces were solemn, without the joy they had felt when they greeted him in the past.

He was startled and asked a man in a silk scarf among his tribe: "Liu He, what's going on?"

The man replied solemnly, "Second uncle, someone from the Zhang family is here, waiting in the hall."

"what?"

The bearded man was startled and felt it was a bit unreal.

I was just thinking about the safety of my family, how come an uninvited guest came to my door in the blink of an eye?

He frowned and looked back into the spirit boat.

The old man with the wooden crown had a glint in his eyes, and he instructed someone beside him, "Let's first take care of the black robe man. We'll decide on the specific arrangements when I come back."

"Yes."

The man immediately took the order and flew with the spirit boat to the place where the clan members were staying.

The rest of the people all flew down lightly, causing the tribesmen to bow down to them one after another.

The old man with the wooden crown nodded slightly and asked Xiang Liuhe, "Who is Zhang and when did he arrive?"

Liu He replied, "There are three people coming. The leader is Zhang Hexuan, the second master of the Zhang family. The other two should be his sons and nephews. They are only at the Foundation Establishment stage."

"As for when they arrived... they arrived early this morning and presented their visiting card."

"My father saw that there were only three of them, and that they were being polite and respectful. He thought they wouldn't be able to find any excuse, so he let them in. He is now accompanying them in the hall."

The old man in the wooden crown nodded, and after a little thought, he walked towards the main hall of the clan. The bearded man and others hurriedly followed.

The group walked along the Nine-Curve Corridor through the willow forest, with the wind blowing in their ears. They found that the columns of the corridor were all made of new willows, and the green juice was still seeping between the annual rings.

The willow branches hanging from the eaves were tied with bronze bells. At this moment, the wind startled several white cranes, and their feathers swept across the floating spiritual clouds on the green tiles, painting a natural rhythm.

It's a pity that they don't have the mood to appreciate such a leisurely scene...

Before long, the group arrived in front of the main hall of the clan.

The roots of the old willow trees, with branches like dragons, are twisted into an arch, and between the branches hangs a plaque with the words "Wanliu Guizong" written in gold on an ink background.

The bearded man and others looked up, their restless minds unconsciously calmed down.

"But Patriarch Liu is here?"

At this time, a laugh was heard from the hall. The old man with the wooden crown suppressed his smile and stepped in with a smile: "Brother Zhang, you have come, but I have failed to greet you. This is really rude. I hope Brother Zhang will not blame me."

Everyone walked in and immediately saw the person who came, Zhang Hexuan. He was wearing a gray robe and looked to be about forty or fifty years old. He stood up and gestured. Hearing this, he waved his hand and said:
"Master Liu is too polite. It would be rude of Zhang to come here uninvited."

Although the Liu and Zhang families had competed for resources recently, their relationship had not been torn apart on the surface, so they still looked happy at the moment.

After everyone took their seats according to their roles as host and guest, there was another round of polite greetings, but no one took the initiative to mention the reason for their visit.

Liu Hang had no seat, so he stood behind the old man in the wooden crown and exchanged glances with a young man in a black robe who was also standing on the opposite side.

The man in the black robe was named Zhang Heng, and was about the same age as him. They often played and practiced together when they were young, and they had a very good relationship. However, in recent years, he had been busy building his foundation, so he had lost contact.

He thought the other party would respond, but to his surprise, the man in the black robe sneered silently when he saw this, then looked away and ignored him.

He was startled, and for the first time, he experienced the feeling of going against one's own interests...

Zhang Hexuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. Seeing that the patience of the bearded man and others was gradually wearing out, he suddenly felt something in his heart and finally said with a smile:
"Master Liu, I observed the celestial phenomena last night and discovered a vein of lightning and fire appearing in Qianzhang Mountain. It seems there are traces of the Dao emerging. I wonder if my eyesight is accurate?"

"As expected, they are here for Daohen!" The bearded man and others were startled.

The old man with the wooden crown remained expressionless, saying calmly, "Qianzhang Mountain is a million miles away from the Zhang clan's territory, yet Brother Zhang still managed to discover something. Even cultivators with a mind-based perspective wouldn't be able to match your vision."

Zhang Hexuan's smile froze, as he sensed the other party's sarcasm. However, he hadn't come here with any intention of making any arrangements, so he simply went along with it and said:

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Patriarch Liu. Actually, it wasn't me who observed the celestial phenomenon, but Senior Deng, who is staying at our Zhang clan's land..."

The old man with the wooden crown frowned and said in a cold tone, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, why are you beating around the bush? What exactly do you want to say?"

Zhang Hexuan looked embarrassed and gritted his teeth, saying, "To be honest, I'm here to do something for Senior Deng."

"Thunder and fire appeared simultaneously on Qianzhang Mountain. I think it should be a dual-attribute Dao mark of thunder and fire... Is it or is it not?"

He asked, but the old man with the wooden crown and the others did not respond. He did not pause and continued:

"Master Liu, please forgive my frankness, but this type of dual-attribute Dao Mark is quite rare and precious. Although it is only a third-level item, its value is inestimable. Especially if it encounters a cultivator who happens to be proficient in the Great Dao of Thunder and Fire, its value can be increased by ten or even dozens of times."

"How can such a spiritual object be treasured and enjoyed by us?"

At this point, he narrowed his eyes and looked at everyone: "What a coincidence, Senior Deng cultivates the Great Dao of Fire, and is quite interested in these dual-attribute Dao Marks. That's why I came here to ask Patriarch Liu if he can give up this Dao Mark..."

The old man with the wooden crown had a gloomy expression on his face as he looked at the other person who was talking without saying a word.

"If Patriarch Liu agrees to this, my Zhang clan will not let the Liu family suffer any loss. This contains a third-order wood Dao Mark obtained from the depths of the Canglin Forest. It is of excellent quality and is more suitable for Patriarch Liu's cultivation than the Thunder and Fire Dao Mark."

Zhang Hexuan noticed something, but he didn't take it seriously. He took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve, pushed it in front of the old man, and said with a smile:

"In addition, there are 30,000 spirit stones, which will be presented to you later. What do you think, Master Liu? My Zhang family is full of sincerity. What do you think?" If the face of the old man with the wooden crown was gloomy just now, it is now extremely ugly.

If he only had a single Thunder Dao Mark in his hand, such an exchange could be considered as giving him a slight advantage.

Can it be replaced with a dual-attribute Dao mark of thunder and fire?
Not to mention 30,000 spirit stones, even 300,000 spirit stones won’t work!
After all, dual-attribute Dao Marks have always been in short supply, not to mention that the one he held was actually a triple-attribute Dao Mark...

Zhang Hexuan made such an offer, obviously expecting that the Liu family would not dare to refuse.

But the problem is, if it is really the senior Deng who was rescued by Zhang who is interested in the Dao trace adopted this time, then his Liu family will suffer a little loss.

But based on his understanding of Zhang, this was most likely his own initiative, using the other party's name to exert pressure...

"Master Liu, do you want to consider it?"

Seeing that the old man didn't respond, Zhang Hexuan didn't rush. He waved his hand to put away the jade bottle, stood up and said, "In that case, Zhang will come back later. However, you need to let Patriarch Liu know that I, Zhang, am very patient, but Senior Deng can't wait too long..."

He smiled slightly, bowed his head and strode away, followed closely by the two descendants of the Zhang family.

"Second Brother, see Fellow Daoist Zhang off."

"Yes."

The bearded man responded in a muffled voice and followed him out as if it were just a formality.

"Father, could it be that what we obtained this time is really the Dao Mark of Thunder and Fire?" asked the middle-aged man in green robe who had accompanied him earlier.

The old man with the wooden crown did not answer, his eyes were deep in thought, and he was obviously thinking about a countermeasure.

Not long after, the bearded man returned and shouted as he entered the room, "Father, the three Dao Marks are worth a million spirit stones. We must not let Zhang get away with it!"

"Three Dao Marks?" The green-robed man was startled. He didn't dare to disturb the old man and quickly asked the big man, "Second brother, where did you get the Three Dao Marks?"

The bearded man did not hesitate and told everything that happened in Qianzhang Mountain, including the story of the seriously injured and dying man in black robe.

The green-robed man was stunned again, but before he could come to his senses, the old man with the wooden crown asked, "Are there any water-attributed Dao traces left in the clan?"

The man replied: "Yes, there are, but the grade is not very high..."

The Liu family's five elements favor wood, and the clan treasury has mostly treasured wood spiritual resources, and not many other things.

The old man with the wooden crown nodded and said, "Please take some first and follow me."

A group of people walked out of the hall, stepped on the mottled willow leaf patterns on the bluestone slabs, and headed towards the reception desk of the clan.

A moment later, when they saw the tribesman who was responsible for sending the black-robed man here, standing outside the door with sweat all over his forehead and swaying, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"what happened?"

The tribesmen looked back, and finally realized in their hearts: "Uncle San, that person... that person has woken up!"

Everyone stared at each other, then walked cautiously into the courtyard under the guidance of the old man.

In just a moment, they seemed to fall from the sky into the deep sea. Apart from the seemingly endless water, the world here suddenly became awkward, and more than ten faces suddenly turned red.

"Senior... Senior, we have no ill intentions." A faint green light shone all over the old man with the wooden crown. He tried his best to resist the pressure and hurriedly spoke out.

The next moment, the overwhelming pressure like a mountain collapsing and an ocean collapsed quietly, and everyone's feet softened as they knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

It took them a while to recover, and they looked up with lingering fear.

Then, in the thin mist woven by the late spring drizzle, a figure in a black robe sat cross-legged on a soft rosewood couch.

The faded bamboo curtain was half-draped, letting in a few rays of sunlight that cut diagonally across his shoulder. The dark sleeve of his robe fell, revealing half of his pale wrist. His hand, with distinct knuckles, rested casually on the edge of the kang table, and a half-coagulated blood clot was still on the corner of the table.

Incense from the copper censer curled up and formed a hazy mist between his brows. His long dark blue hair was untied and scattered slightly messily behind him along with the broken jade hairpin.

A scar at the end of his eye was reddened by moisture, but his eyes were like the moon reflected in a deep pool, with a cold gleam beneath the warmth.

This person is undoubtedly Chen Mu...

The copper bell under the eaves suddenly rang without any wind.

Three feet outside the doorway, the thirteen people from the seven branches of the Liu family huddled together, staring blankly at the scene before them, their minds already wandering.

The old man with the wooden crown at the front staggered half a step and suddenly changed his mind.

He brought Chen Mu back, originally hoping that he was a Yuanying realm expert who could help his Liu family not fear the pressure from the Zhang family.

Even when he came here just now, he was still thinking that maybe he could transfer Zhang's pressure to the other party, which is to say, a disguised form of exploitation.

But now, he doesn't dare...

Although he was not a Nascent Soul cultivator, as the head of a clan, he had met many seniors in his daily interactions, but he felt that none of them were as good as the person in front of him.

"Above the Nascent Soul stage is the Dao Dao realm. Could it be that this person is..."

His pupils shrank and he dared not think any further.

He didn't dare to make any plans for a person of such a level, especially since the other party appeared in Qianzhang Mountain seriously injured. Could there be any enemies chasing after him?
For a moment, he suddenly felt extremely regretful. If we were to talk about hot potatoes, this person would be a hundred times stronger than the Three Attribute Dao Hen!
But now that things have come to this, there is no use regretting.

At the moment, the only thing he could do was to get the person in front of him out of the Liu family safely and securely...

Thinking of this, he forced himself to calm down, bowed and said, "I am Liu Hongyun of the Jiangdu Liu Clan. I happened to see you seriously injured on Qianzhang Mountain, so I took it upon myself to bring you back to the clan. If this has violated your taboo, I hope you won't blame me."

"Jiangdu Liu Clan, Qianzhang Mountain..."

Chen Mu's eyes moved and he murmured.

In fact, he was still conscious before he came from the Taixuan Realm, but after experiencing the pain of teleportation that was like tearing the soul apart, his consciousness had become blurred and collapsed. When he insisted on destroying the teleportation array point of this realm, he fell onto a piece of bluestone before he had walked far.

When they woke up again, they found themselves in an unfamiliar environment and became alert. This was also the reason why the Liu family members almost suffocated to death here.

Seeing that Chen Mu looked as if he had never heard of their names, Liu Hongyun became more and more convinced that the other party was not from Danshui County.

Especially the wounds that were so obvious yesterday, now they have completely disappeared, leaving only a few faint marks. Such recovery ability...

"Could it be that this person is really from Zhongdu?"

This place is not comparable to the Jiangdu that precedes their Liu family's name. The former encompasses the 27 counties of Kyushu, while Jiangdu is just a prefecture under the jurisdiction of Danshui County...

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(End of this chapter)