Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 880: The Three-fold Dragon Fishing Feast

A golden lion was emitting mist from the jade table, but frost was gathering in the reception hall of the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion.

"Why are they here?"

Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank, and they all felt a sense of something was wrong.

As his mind raced, the figure outside the hall came closer and closer, until it brushed aside the nearby bead curtain and walked into the inner room following the star track.

The man on the left had a green jade branch inserted diagonally in his hair, and the man on the right had half a dead leaf hanging around his waist. As they walked, the hall was filled with fragrance, and a fresh breath of grass and trees blew in their faces.

It is also worth mentioning that the two men have similar figures and appearances, with only slight differences in minor details. They are actually a pair of twin brothers.

Qing Wei stood up and bowed, "Brother Dao."

The others also stood up and greeted him, saying, "We greet fellow Daoists Qingwu and Cangwu..."

The man on the left, Qingwu Zhenjun, smiled calmly and said, "No need to be polite, everyone. Please take a seat."

Everyone looked at each other, and seeing that the other party seemed to have no intention of attacking, they were a little confused about the two people's intentions.

However, this doubt did not last long.

As they sat down again, they saw the man on their right, Cangwu Zhenjun, with a cold expression. He asked bluntly, "What did Zhenjun Jinhuan just say? Could you tell me again?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

The purple-robed old man's eyes twitched, and he suddenly felt regretful. Why did he have to speak out to show off his bravery?

But it was useless to regret now. He was silent for a moment, then glanced sideways at his fellow Taoists, especially the man in the crane robe.

He was determined in his heart, his expression gradually calmed down, and he sneered: "Fellow Daoist Cangwu, why are you asking so many questions? Don't you know anything about the outside cultivator who joined your Chaosheng Pavilion?"

“What if you know, but what if you don’t know?”

"You have come from afar, but do you intend to be such an unwelcome guest?"

True Lord Cangwu knocked lightly on the table and said with regret, "It's a pity that the tea from my Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion cannot be stained by the aura of evil guests."

As soon as he finished speaking, the teacup on the purple-robed old man's desk suddenly burst, and boiling water slid down, soaking the old man's robe exactly.

The purple-robed old man's expression changed drastically. He stood up suddenly and glared angrily. He subconsciously wanted to roar and ask questions, but when the words were on his lips, he suddenly remembered the twin True Lords who defeated all the Floating Cloud Lords with their dead branches and leaves at the Yunhai Market two hundred years ago...

His throat tightened, and he said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Cangwu, what do you mean..."

As the atmosphere became tense, a Star-Robed True Lord, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly spoke up, "I wonder which senior this outsider cultivator is worshipping under?"

The purple-robed old man's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Could it be...

"Why does Master Guanxing ask this question again?"

True Lord Qingwu smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip, his meaning was self-evident.

At this moment, everyone in the room was shocked. Even the man in the crane robe had a frown on his face, and his eyes flickered.

"Dangdang!"

The purple-robed old man stumbled back, nearly knocking over the table beside him. He asked in a trembling voice, "Are you actually the one serving under Immortal Lord Fuyuan?"

Before he finished speaking, the door curtain outside the hall moved without wind, and the sound of jade beads touching each other made everyone's hearts tremble.

If they were afraid of Qingwu and the other two, it was because they were no match for them.

As for Immortal Lord Fuyuan, the reason was actually similar, but it was not just them anymore. Even their respective masters and elders were defeated.

A wandering immortal who has survived four levels of three disasters and nine calamities for more than 20,000 years is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Even the ancestors of the true immortals of various families have no guarantee of defeating him.

More importantly, Immortal Lord Fuyuan attaches great importance to cause and effect.

For tens of thousands of years, everyone knew that Fuyun Zhixiu valued his disciples the most. He once single-handedly destroyed the gates of seven Taoist sects just to demand justice for his disciples...

"My master sent a message three days ago."

Cangwu Zhenjun stroked the dry leaves at his waist, and the edges of the leaves glowed with golden light. "If you encounter someone who insists on visiting my junior brother, you might as well go to Fuyuan Cave Heaven to see it."

The flickering eyes of the man in the crane robe suddenly dimmed and never came back.

The purple-robed old man who had been shouting the loudest just now was even more eager to cast a breath-concealing spell to minimize his own presence.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Cangwu, you are too serious."

The man in the crane robe slowly stood up and said with a forced smile, "I have troubled you enough today. I will not stay any longer. When you come out of seclusion someday, please let me know."

After saying this, he nodded to everyone and took the lead in rising into the sky.

More than ten streaks of light quickly cut through the sea of ​​clouds. Their overwhelming aura, which had come upon them, now seemed to dissipate in the strong wind as if fleeing...

A few days later, the man in the crane robe returned to Zhongdu Yujingxu and went straight to ask for an audience with Yuxu Immortal Lord without stopping.

"You mean, that outsider cultivator became Fu Yuan's disciple?"

The man in the crane robe nodded and said, "To avoid causing trouble, I did not force any pressure..."

"You did well."

Yuxu Immortal Lord pondered for a moment, then waved his hand: "There's no need to dwell on this matter any further. The outcome will be clear in the future. The most urgent matter is the 'Taixu Fishing Dragon Feast' in a few years..."

The man in the crane robe was startled and quickly looked towards the side of the hall, where he saw a piece of jade sceptre with silver light flashing on it, like a silver fish swimming upstream or the Milky Way flowing backwards.

And in it, there is a faint winding curve circling, which is more powerful than a dragon and is the best silver light!

"This flood season is called 'Taixu Fishing Dragon'..." the man in the crane robe muttered to himself.

Yuxu Immortal Lord nodded slightly and said in a clear voice: "Although this event only has fifth-level people, it is most suitable for you young people."

"Especially you, who have been trapped in the Forgetful Dust for hundreds of years. If you can catch this great dragon and refine it over time, you can at least avoid a hundred years of hard work, and maybe even break through the rest of the cycle of reincarnation in one fell swoop."

Hearing this, the man in the crane robe was inspired and bowed quickly: "Disciple should do his best to live up to Master's expectations!"

……

"Taixu Dragon Fishing Feast?"

At the same time, Taoist Changsheng also expressed his doubts.

His master, Daojun Muji, nodded and murmured, "You have now reached the perfection of the Illuminating Heart. You just need a fifth-level Dao Mark to break through."

"I wanted you to act quickly, but the flood season is coming suddenly, and since it's a fifth-level creature, the opportunity is rare. It's only a few years away, so you might as well wait..."

Taoist Changsheng understood his master's intention, but he was still a little hesitant. "Since it is a Dao Mark from the flood season, its quality is extremely high, and it will definitely attract the attention of nearly half of the Dao Sect in Fuyun..."

"I'm not afraid of cultivators of the same level, but it's inevitable that there will be True Lords fishing at this banquet. After all, I'm only at the realm of illuminating the mind, and the Dao Fruit hasn't truly manifested. How can I compare with those True Lords?"

"You can see the problem, don't I know it?"

Taoist Mu Ji brushed his beard and smiled, saying, "I have already reported this to Immortal Monarch Wen De, and I am ready to awaken your destined Dao Fruit."

"Although this move may only bring a ray of spiritual light, it is enough to prevent you from falling too far behind those True Lords. If you are lucky, you may be able to catch a big dragon in one fell swoop."

Having said this, he flicked his sleeves and stood up calmly: "Even if you don't succeed in the end, you can still find a good Dao Mark in this grand event, which is better than spending all your energy fishing for Dao Mark now..."

There are numerous Dao Marks on the Three Heavens, and every once in a while they will burst out like a spring. Their grades vary, but most of them are of excellent quality.

It is for this reason that many monks often gather at this time, creating a grand event.

The Taixu Dragon Fishing Banquet is the only fifth-level event in the recent Jiazi years.

No wonder it makes people all over the world feel uneasy...

However, Chen Mu was completely unaware of the turmoil in the outside world, and was still immersed in the process of changing his cultivation method...

Flowers bloom, flowers bloom.

Seven years passed in a flash. Except that the vegetation outside Qingping Cave grew more lush and the ancient pines on the cliff became more gnarled, there was really no trace of the passage of time.

On this day, the moonlight stones inlaid on the dome of the cave gradually turned frosty. Chen Mu sat cross-legged in the tide sound formation. The seventy-two moonlight spirit stones had been suspended in the orbit of the circle for a long time and were almost used up.

But when he pinched the Chao Sheng Jue with his hands, the cold marrow and icy spirit at the Tan Zhong acupoint suddenly emitted a clear light, and the fourth level of the Chao Sheng Seal Scripture was suddenly opened.

At first, the meridians were like being soaked in a cold spring, and the flow of water between the twelve floors was stagnant. However, after seven years of evolution and hard training, Chen Mu was already familiar with this important hurdle.

He only slightly changed his posture, and in an instant, pure water waves appeared from the surrounding universe. The 360 ​​acupoints in his body suddenly surged, connecting one by one, and finally rushed towards the Purple Mansion Yuanying, and the dark patterns of the sea gradually emerged.

Until the peak of the fourth level, due to the limitations of its own realm, the tide slowly subsided and the rapid advance was stopped.

However, although his cultivation was still at the Nascent Soul stage of perfection, his Qi was several times more condensed than before. With every move he made, there was a surge of energy, a true sign of being at the "Heavenly Tide Realm". He could mobilize the power of the four seas with a single hand, and his whisper could break a real dragon's rain...

Suddenly, clouds appeared in the blue sky. When Murong Xi pushed the door open and walked out, the iron horses on the eaves suddenly neighed wildly, the ancient pines in the mountains rustled and shook, and the faint sound of the tide came from the bottom of the cliff.

The girl transformed from the spiritual crane beside him looked up at the sky, but saw leaden clouds hanging over the field, like an inverted ink pool. A drop of rain fell silently and hit the tip of the girl's nose.

"Ok?"

At first, it was just a thin thread that touched the clothes, but in the blink of an eye, it was raining arrows that broke through the air, causing white smoke to rise from the bluestone.

"Dongtian...it's raining?"

Murong Xi raised her eyebrows slightly, but she felt something in her heart, and looked towards Qingping...

Firewood forest on the back mountain.

Taoist Qingshan held an ordinary axe blade and chopped at the ancient tree again and again like a woodcutter in the mountains.

The old trees were tough, and the dull sound echoed in the valley, but the sound stopped abruptly the moment the rain fell.

The axe blade held by Taoist Qingshan stopped in mid-air, with only half an inch left between it and the ancient tree, but the bark was already damp.

"The tides are rising, pure and refined..."

He shook his head and smiled, then simply put away the axe and went to rest under a wooden shed nearby...

In the small courtyard with bamboo fence.

The rain did not reach this place, and the Bagua stove in the house was burning happily, so this place did not feel damp, but rather particularly dry.

Fu Yuan Sanxian put down the slender fishing rod in his hand, and when his spiritual sense swept over Qingping Mansion, a gentle breeze blew outside the courtyard.

"Destroy and then rebuild, this technique is more suitable for his innate water element than the original one..."

The old Taoist stroked his long gray beard and chuckled. He was in no hurry to summon Chen Mu, but continued to pick up the slender fishing rod and began to carve out the mysterious patterns bit by bit.

"Now that I'm out of seclusion and the feast is about to begin, I have to speed up my progress..."

……

The drizzle continued for about a month.

As the door of Qingping Cave opened wide, a ray of golden light that had not been seen for a long time pierced through the haze and spread between heaven and earth.

Chen Mu looked relaxed as he walked to the edge of the cliff and looked out at the golden glow piercing through the darkness. He felt refreshed and felt as if he had endless energy all over his body.

He was so quiet that he thought of something, and in an instant he remembered the plan he had made before the retreat.

"Next, we'll go to the rumored Yunhai Market..."

He smiled slightly, turned around and strode up the stone steps.

Before leaving the mountain, I must go see Master...

What he hadn't considered was that he might have left the confinement a little too early...

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"Taixu Dragon Fishing Feast?"

Inside the bamboo house, Chen Mu made the same sound as the Taoist Changsheng did seven years ago.

Fu Yuanzi nodded with a smile and said, "This is also your good fortune. You have just arrived in this world and encountered the fifth-order flood season."

"flood season?"

Chen Mu still felt overwhelmed, and could not help but bow his head and said, "Master, please enlighten me."

Fu Yuanzi's words were profound and concise, "The traces of the Dao are hidden in the Three Heavens. Even if the world's people fished for them constantly, they would never be able to absorb them all."

"Over time, when Dao Marks accumulate too much, the Qi of Heaven and Earth will inevitably become blocked. Then, the Dao Marks of Law will be like a trapped dragon breaking through a barrier, and will manifest in the Three Heavens in one fell swoop."

"This is the good fortune that has befallen me, the Floating Cloud cultivator. It's called the Flood Season, and the name Taixu Fishing Dragon Feast is actually simply because a supreme fifth-order Dao Mark is hidden within this flood season."

"Its shape is like a giant dragon, and its meaning is also like a giant dragon. Such a fifth-order Dao mark will surely attract cultivators from all over the world to come and fish..."

Chen Mu came to his senses and understood what his master meant.

He nodded slowly and asked, "I wonder how long the Dragon Fishing Feast will last?"

"By the end of the year, the flood season is sure to arrive."

Chen Mu calculated with his fingers and realized that it was already autumn, which meant there were only two or three months left at most.

I left the customs a little early, but not too much early.

"Then I will wait for a few more days."

He bowed in response. Perhaps out of self-confidence or because he was unaware that there would be a True Lord on the same stage at this event, he was not as hesitant as the Taoist Changsheng.

Fu Yuanzi didn't explain much, perhaps because he felt it was unnecessary. He simply nodded and said, "You can leave and prepare. Yunming will also be there. I'll have her tell you if there's anything you need to pay attention to."

Chen Mu's heart moved slightly, and he bowed and stepped back.

As he walked down the mountain, his eyes moved and he quietly changed direction, heading towards Yunming Cave.

Since this is said, he might as well take this opportunity to pay a visit to Tenth Senior Sister...

……

In the Yunming Cave at this time.

The fire was burning brightly, Murong Xi was sweating profusely, and her hair was stuck to her forehead and neck in wisps.

But she had no time to calm down, her eyes fixed on the image in the furnace, especially the jade-white pole that had shrunk several times.

Fishing Daohen is not a simple matter. In addition to one's own cultivation, character, etc., one also attaches great importance to fishing equipment.

Just like her "Mist and Clouds Produce Water", the whole body is as white as the snow marrow of Kunlun Mountain, thirty-six feet and five inches long, which is the number of stars in the Zhoutian. It is a mark of heaven and earth that is extremely good at fishing in clouds and water.

It's just that she hasn't used it for a long time, and it happened to be the time for the "Taixu Dragon Fishing Banquet" to give her a good opportunity to refine it again.

The crane girl beside her was unable to help and could only transform into wisps of breeze to blow away the heat from the stove for her master.

But before long, she realized something was happening. Her eyes flickered and she whispered, "Master, the Immortal Monarch's new disciple has arrived..."

……

(End of this chapter)