Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 879: Qingping Biyue and the True Immortals

Fuyuan Cave, in front of Yunming Cave.

The thousand-foot green peaks are bathed in the sunset glow, and flowing clouds wind their way up around the stone steps.

A dark blue mist seeped out from the cracks in Fuyuan Mountain, enveloping the hundred-foot square platform in front of Yunming Cave like a mirage.

Murong Xi's wide sleeves of white gauze hung down three feet. When the sword tip touched the ground, the mountain breeze just happened to lift up the black hair on her temples, revealing a cinnabar mark on her forehead.

The moment the Yunming Sword was released from its sheath, the entire cave was suddenly filled with the sound of clear chimes.

This sword is made of cold iron from the Hanyuan and tempered by the cold spring water from the North Sea. It is only two fingers wide. The sword body is as thin as ice, but there are faint cloud patterns flowing on it.

The sword guard is inlaid with a thumb-sized green jade dragon pattern, just like a jade dragon breaking out of the deep pool and rising into the clouds. The dragon's tail is decorated with seven grains of star sand, which is a subtle reference to the Big Dipper.

Murong Xi lightly twisted his right wrist, the tip of his sword stirred up a three-inch stream of wind, and the pine needles rustled as he walked with the Nine Palace Steps.

The sword tip, which was as thin as a silver hairpin, suddenly condensed into a three-foot sword light, and as she spun around, it drew a full moon silver arc, startling the clouds in the sky.

In the hazy twilight, the man holding the sword was as graceful as a startled swan.

If an outsider were to see this, they would surely exclaim, "What a unique painting! What a beautiful woman dancing with a sword..."

I don't know how long it was, but suddenly I heard the sound of clouds rolling behind me, and a snow-feathered crane came flying through the air, its wings brushing off pine needles.

"Xuxu, how is it?"

Murong Xi sheathed her sword with her backhand and rolled up half of her sleeves amid the cry of cranes.

The spirit crane landed and transformed into a young girl. She clutched the jade tassel at her waist, her face grimacing as she mumbled, "Master... he's the Immortal Lord's new disciple."

Before he finished speaking, a few orchids beside the stone path swayed without wind, and their tiny petals rustled and were swept into the clouds.

"Ok?"

Murong Xi's eyes were wide open on her pretty face, like a pair of bright stars in the night sky, as if she was extremely surprised.

Ever since she broke through to the realm of True Lord sixty years ago and was subsequently taught the "Yunming Sword Art", Immortal Lord Fuyuan has never set foot outside of Fuyuan Cave Heaven. When did she come up with the idea of ​​accepting a disciple?

"When?"

She pressed her fingertips on the jade dragon pattern on the sword handle and asked curiously, "I met Master half a month ago, but then there was no..."

“Maybe in these few days!”

The girl with the spiritual crane stamped her feet, and her cloud-patterned embroidered shoes crushed a few pieces of moss.

"I was waiting outside Qingping Cave just now when I saw him returning from the mountaintop. I was wondering, but after hearing what he said, I figured he must have just met the Immortal Lord..."

The mountain wind suddenly blew, making the jade pendant on Murong Xuxu's waist jingle.

Murong Xi nodded slightly, looked at the girl with interest, and asked, "Xuxu, why are you so excited?"

The crane girl suddenly covered her face with her hands: "I...I was rude," her voice muffled between her hands: "I'm afraid I offended him..."

Murong Xi couldn't help but laugh: "Ignorance is not a crime, it's okay, it's okay."

Murong Xuxu was extremely talented and with her full support, she was able to advance to the fifth level in just a few hundred years.

But it is precisely because of this that he has not been in the world for a long time, so his mind is still simple and kind.

Hearing this, the Linghe girl put down her hands and sighed repeatedly.

Murong Xi shook her head and smiled, then turned to look at the setting sun that was faintly visible in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

"Have you asked about his origins? Which family's Qilin child is he? Or..."

"I didn't have time to ask..."

The Linghe girl pursed her lips and told everything that had just happened in front of Qingping Cave.

"Chen Mu..."

Murong Xi muttered to herself, with an almost imperceptible curve at the corner of her lips, especially when she heard the other party reveal Xuxu's true identity with just a few words, she clapped her hands and chuckled, and the silver bell on her wrist shattered the evening dew.

"Interesting, really interesting."

After three hundred years of pure cultivation, this Fuyuan Cave Heaven finally began to see fresh ripples...

……

Qingping Cave.

Chen Mu calmed himself down, sat down on the green jade cushion, and made hand seals to regulate his breathing.

Changing one's cultivation method is not something that can be accomplished overnight. No matter how detailed Immortal Lord Fu Yuan explains it to him, he still needs to ponder and understand it carefully in order to deduce it on his own.

However, before he could deduce for long, he heard the sound of wind coming from outside the cave.

"Is Junior Brother Chen here?"

Chen Mu waved his hand to disperse the restrictions of the cave and stood up to wait.

But Taoist Qingshan strode in with a smile, still looking like a woodcutter.

"Senior Brother Qingshan." Chen Mu bowed his head in greeting.

"I came to give my junior brother something."

When Taoist Qingshan waved his hand, a storage bag made of ice silk hung in the air, and the image of Beidou Xuanji appeared faintly on the surface of the bag.

"All the items here are what you need to practice the Taiyin Yuepo Chaosheng Seal Scripture."

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, bowed his head and took it, said thank you, and then scanned the world in the bag with his spiritual sense.

In a vast expanse of air, seventy-two moon-colored, top-grade spirit stones were arranged in a circular pattern, each one inlaid with a tide pattern symbol...

There are three glass bottles filled with a dark blue liquid, the color of which is like the night tide of the vast ocean...

There is also a nine-section green jade tube, sealed with secret seals, containing the "Commentary on the Moon Soul Guiding Twelve-Layered Tower"...

"Although my five elements are different from my junior brother's, I know a lot about the inheritance of the Water Immortal within our sect."

Daoist Master Qingshan pinched his fingers and took out an ice crystal. "Look at this cold marrow ice soul."

The ice crystals are crystal clear all over, and there seems to be a silver toad swallowing the moonlight inside.

"When you enter the third stage of seal scripture cultivation, you must place this object three inches from your stomach to suppress the cold evil of Taiyin."

He then pointed to the suspended gilded bronze mirror and said, "This is essential for the early stages of practicing seal scripture. It will help you grasp the timing and follow the tidal waves in the sundial as the moon waxes and wanes."

Chen Mu nodded and took note of everything. This was something Immortal Lord Fuyuan hadn't mentioned. Perhaps he had left it specifically for Senior Brother Qingshan...

At this time, there was a sudden sound of tide in the cave. It turned out that a jade star map floated out of the storage bag.

Taoist Qingshan remained calm and lightly tapped his finger, and the star map immediately turned into twelve silver needles with moon patterns.

"The Taiyin Moon Soul is in charge of killing, but our sect's core method focuses on the changes in the tide."

"When you change your cultivation, please remember that the Ren channel flows like the new moon and full moon, and the Du channel flows like the ebb and flow of the tide."

As he spoke, the moon-patterned silver needles flashed frequently, hanging above the major acupoints on Chen Mu's body to demonstrate the direction of the qi.

"This is the Cold Marrow Guarding Spirit Pill."

Daoist Master Qingshan took out another frost-colored pill and said, "After reaching the fourth level of the Seal Sutra, you must take this pill every day at the beginning of the day to calm your soul. Remember not to use true fire to refine it. Instead, take it with moonlight dew. Continue for a hundred days and it will have permanent effects."

"During the transition period, you'll need to use the Tidal Sound Formation to harmonize yin and yang. This bag contains 360 Tidal Sound Pearls, which you'll place at the center of the formation at noon each day..."

"..."

Taoist Qingshan talks about everything, big or small, from the beginning to the end.

Chen Mu listened to it from beginning to end, and felt that the last bit of unfamiliarity with this technique disappeared.

Just now, he'd been thinking about carefully analyzing his own situation, but now it seemed unnecessary. Senior Brother Qingshan had actually used him as a basis, telling him all the changes and points that needed attention...

"It is worthy of being a True Immortal inheritance, worthy of being a True Immortal lineage..."

After sixty to seventy thousand years of evolution, the disciples of the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion have almost mastered their own heritage...

As the night deepened, Daoist Master Qingshan stopped talking and pointed to the nine-section jade tube: "All matters that remain to be completed are recorded here. If you encounter any difficulties, you can find me in the firewood forest in the back mountain."

Chen Mu stood up and bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

Daoist Master Qingshan smiled slightly, held up Chen Mu with his hand, patted his shoulder, and said, "I also want to thank you, Junior Brother. Master hasn't been this happy for a long time..."

After he finished speaking, he strode back, just as he had strode in, only the energy of the toon wood remained circulating in the cave.

Chen Mu stared at the items on the table, and saw that the Moon Soul Spirit Stone and the Tide Sound Array Pattern were shining together, and in a trance he seemed to see the moon rising over the ocean.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and waved his sleeves, and the door of the mansion suddenly closed with a rumble.

And this time, it has not been opened for several years...

……

On the top of the mountain, Fu Yuan Sanxian's gaze also withdrew as the mansion door closed.

He looked up at the night sky, his emotions becoming extremely complicated...

It’s the third day of Chen Mu’s retreat.

Suddenly, a crane's cry was heard outside Qingping Cave. Then, an ancient pine tree on the cliff shook. The Snow-Feathered Spirit Crane landed on it, looking back frequently, and said to Murong Xi who came with it:
"Master, it seems that I have arrived at an unfortunate time. This person has already gone into seclusion."

Murong Xi arrived in high spirits. Although she couldn't meet Chen Mu, she didn't feel disappointed. She chuckled and said, "It's okay. We're from the same lineage, so we'll meet someday."

She leaned her head forward to look at the scenery outside Qingping Cave for a few times, then lightly stepped on the ground and flew away on the cloud with the spiritual crane.

Amidst the whistling wind, the faint whispers of the man and the crane could be heard.

"I just don't know where this junior brother came from. Master didn't tell me, and no one has seen him."

"The master just said it was okay, but now it seems a pity..."

It’s the seventh day of Chen Mu’s retreat.

Outside Chaosheng Pavilion, more than ten True Lords suddenly came to pay homage to the mountain.

These more than ten True Lords came from all over Fuyun, and all of them were from famous and prestigious families. They gathered at the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion in Qingzhou at this time, naturally because of Chen Mu.

The crane-robed man from Zhongdu Yujingxu was also among them. Perhaps because Yujingxu was exceptionally powerful, the remaining True Lords gathered around him, seemingly with him as their leader...

In fact, most of them had arrived in Qingzhou several days ago.

It just took some time to find Chen Mu's energy, and then I found out that Chen Mu finally went to Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion, so I relaxed for a few days.

In their minds, the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion is not an easy sect to follow. Since the cultivators from the outside world have already joined, they naturally will not have any other ideas.

But if they just go back in such a sloppy manner, they will have a hard time explaining themselves.

We have to find out the origins of the cultivators from the outside world, right?
It was with this in mind that they paused for a moment. Once they had gathered like-minded companions, they, led by the man in the crane robe, formally presented their visiting cards today...

"Fellow Daoist Yuque..."

While waiting, an old man in a purple robe laughed and said, the seven golden rings on his sleeves jingling: "After this cultivation in the outside world, it reminds me of the Fairy Qi Huang."

"I still remember that a hundred and twenty years ago, when the fairy broke through the realm and came here, she already had the status of a True Lord. Her influence far surpassed that of the cultivators outside Qingzhou. I wonder what realm the fairy has reached now?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone pricked up their ears intentionally or unintentionally, and it was obvious that they were all very interested in this Fairy Qihuang.

The man in the crane robe raised his lips slightly and said calmly, "Junior Sister Qihuang has left us far behind. She is now in the difficult stage of Tanhua, striving to break free from the cocoon of time and aim for the Three Flowers Dao Realm..."

"what?"

Even though everyone was prepared, they were still shocked.

When he broke through the boundary, he was still at the stage of nine knocks at the mysterious gate. How come after one hundred and twenty years, he has already reached the stage of Tanhua?

Could it be that he has experienced hundreds of reincarnations in these hundred years?

Although the Zuwangchen level is the most uncertain and everyone's situation is different, a hundred years is still too terrifying.

This is several times faster than the fastest record in their Floating Cloud Realm in this area!
Everyone was speechless, but the purple-robed old man couldn't help but respond. He shook his head and sighed, "Fairy Qihuang's progress is truly unprecedented and will never be surpassed..."

The man in the crane robe smiled and nodded, feeling proud and agreeing with the old man's statement.

Isn't this kind of talent unprecedented?
As for being surpassed by others in the future, he thought that was almost impossible...

Before long, a surge of green light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, rippling the sky. A green-robed True Lord, holding a jade whisk, emerged from the clouds, leading twelve ceremonial disciples. He bowed and said, "My fellow Daoists have come together to visit us, and this humble abode is a great honor to us."

"It's Brother Qingwei, we are so polite."

Everyone returned the greetings, and then the man in the crane robe who was leading the group chuckled and said, "I hope you won't blame me for coming here so hastily."

"Master Yuque is joking."

Qing Wei waved his whisk, and the barrier behind him spread out like ripples on the water. "Fellow Daoists, please."

Everyone came in one after another, without rushing to explain the matter of the outside cultivators.

Qing Wei pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth, and slowly led everyone across the thousand-foot-long green jade corridor bridge, exchanging pleasantries along the way and admiring the scenery of the rising tide in the blue sky.

When they were led to the reception hall, three thousand year old ambergris was already burning in the crane's beak furnace.

After the green smoke curled up and condensed into a nine-layered lotus platform, the man in the crane robe took a sip of the Green Marrow Tea, tapped the teacup lightly, and said with a smile: "I think fellow Daoist Qingwei should know that we have come here together to meet that cultivator from the outside world."

"You all have come a long way and have worked hard."

Qing Wei smiled and nodded, saying frankly, "It's just that unfortunately, that outsider cultivator went into seclusion seven days ago to change his cultivation method. Not only did you all, but even I was unable to meet him."

"Oh?"

The man in the crane robe frowned slightly, his fingertips stroking the dark patterns on the teacup: "Then can you tell me where this person came from? What is the name of the ancient world..."

"I don't know."

Qing Wei still smiled and replied: "I think it was Elder Yunlan who didn't mean to ask."

As soon as these words were spoken, the copper bells on the eaves rang with the wind, startling a few green phoenixes that flew over the green beams.

The faces of the man in the crane robe and others gradually darkened, and a thought emerged in their minds.

"Did you mean to ask? Or did you mean to talk to them..."

Most people in the world don't know this, but they are well aware that cultivators from the outside world have more than just talent...

If they had come to visit alone, the matter would have ended in nothing.

but……

Everyone picked up their teacups and took a sip, exchanging glances with each other.

The reason why we gathered together and then visited together was actually for this moment.

The Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion should not be underestimated, but the forces behind them are equally formidable.

Even if there is a slight shortcoming, they are coming here together. Can Chaosheng Pavilion still refuse their respect?
The purple-robed old man suddenly smirked and said, "That person has entered the Er Chao Sheng Pavilion after all. Fellow Daoist Qing Wei can't be completely unaware of everything, right?"

More than ten True Lords looked at each other intently, intending to put pressure on them together.

Qingwei seemed unaware and continued to pour tea with her eyes lowered.

Everyone frowned, and just as they were about to ask again, they suddenly heard footsteps outside the hall. Glancing sideways, they could vaguely see two similar figures, both wearing long green robes, wooden crowns, and green hairpins...

……

(End of this chapter)