Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 882: There is a Fairy City in the Third Heaven

The frosty wind cuts the face like a blade, and the leaden clouds press heavily onto the mountainside.

Chen Mu folded the wide sleeves of his plain white Taoist robe around his wrists, and gently tapped the black iron fishing rod with his jade-colored fingertips.

The pole body flickers with the breathing, and if you look closely it seems as if the starry sky is imprinted in it, and the glow of the twenty-eight constellations flickers in the frosty air.

Moreover, the perfect cultivation of the Nascent Soul allowed him to glimpse the true form of the spirit of the weapon. The shadow of the black dragon perched in the pole raised its head and wagged its tail, and a trace of Taoist rhyme emanated from the dragon's eyes as they opened and closed.

Chen Mu was suddenly stunned, and suddenly remembered the Molong Taixuan who was almost destroyed by the True Immortal Zi Chen.

When he escaped to this world, he took a quick look and found that it was God's will that Taixuan became the spirit of the Soul Banner. If it were not for the last bit of spirituality hidden in the Soul Banner, his soul might have been annihilated by now.

"We still need to find some soul-nourishing spiritual objects..."

He thought to himself that although Taixuan had only reached the realm of transformation, he was very useful and they were in the same boat and were loyal to each other, so if he could be awakened, he was willing to invest time and resources for it.

But not now...

"Junior brother?"

Murong Xi crushed a piece of frost with the tip of her toes, and the hem of her cloud-like skirt swept across the tail feathers of the crane.

Seeing that Chen Mu was still looking down at the fishing rod, she simply stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "Junior brother, which name do you think is good?"

"all good."

Chen Mu spread his sleeves and smiled lightly, aiming not to offend either side.

"Boring!"

Hearing this, Murong Xi's shaking slender hands suddenly stopped, and her clean and comfortable nails seemed to want to touch his brow.

Her junior fellow apprentice was good in every way, but he was too calm and indifferent, which made him lose a lot of fun...

"In that case, let's leave Dalong to Senior Sister on this trip!"

Murong Xi tapped her foot lightly, and the spirit crane immediately understood. It circled slightly before breaking through the clouds and flying away into the cold frosty wind. "Everyone is gathered at the Dragon Fishing Feast. Although Master didn't say anything, how can we deal with the competition with Jinmuyuan?"

"Let's show those people what it means to 'stir up the vast seas with one pole'!"

"We'll set off in half a month. Junior brother, don't forget to refine your fishing gear..."

The lingering sound dissipated into the sea of ​​clouds. Looking at the blurry figure in the white dress, Chen Mu smiled slightly and wiped his finger across the black pole.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar was heard, and the clouds and mist in front of the cave swirled back into a vortex, and the surface of the cold pond exploded into silver waves a hundred feet high.

He looked at the dark figure dormant in the pole and chuckled softly. When he turned around, the strong wind stirred up by his robe sleeves actually pushed back the cold wind by three feet, revealing the ever-changing green grass and trees outside Qingping Cave...

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At the end of the year, everything is quiet.

Chen Mu and Murong Xi came out of Fuyuan Cave Heaven together, following the flowing clouds in the sky without stopping, and finally arrived in front of the mountain gate.

Compared with the unchanging Fuyuan Cave Heaven, the gate of Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion is already covered with snow, with heavy snow falling down. Looking up, the sky and the earth are all the same color.

However, it is only limited to the mountain gate and the outer gate temple, while places like Qiwu Cliff and the nine floating fairy islands are blocked by restrictions at all times.

"True Lord Yunming."

At the mountain gate, five or six figures had already been waiting. When they saw Chen Mu and the other two coming, they all bowed their heads and greeted them.

Murong Xi had a cold expression and nodded in response.

Chen Mu didn't know who he was and just bowed behind him.

"Could this be Immortal Lord Fuyuan's new disciple?"

A Buddhist monk wearing a black crane cloak and a silk scarf said with a smile, "It is indeed a divine and natural act, extraordinary."

"He is the successor of Taoist Dingxi, and his name is Xuanye..." Murong Xi's voice lingered in his ears.

Chen Mu nodded slightly and said politely, "My name is Chen Mu, and I'm honored to meet Master Xuan Ye."

Before the greetings were over, new people arrived.

It is also because the Taixu Dragon Fishing Banquet is right at their doorstep, so many True Lords in the sect want to give it a try. After all, fifth-level Dao marks are common, but this kind of "big dragon" in the flood season is rare and very precious.

Chen Mu was still a new face, so almost every new True Lord came up to him and greeted him.

However, Chen Mu did not feel overwhelmed. With his senior sister introducing them one by one, he responded one by one without making any mistakes.

After a while, his eyes lit up and he saw someone he knew.

"Fellow Taoist Immortality?"

When he looked up, he saw a man in a green robe and white hair. It was the Taoist Changsheng who had introduced him to the sect.

"I didn't expect that Taoist Changsheng would also attend the banquet."

Taoist Changsheng approached the team, shook his head and smiled when he heard the words: "We have caught up, but we are just missing a fifth-level Dao mark."

"This coincides with what I think."

Chen Mu also smiled: "You and I are just the right companions."

There were more than ten people attending the banquet, but only two of them were at the Nascent Soul stage. I guess there wouldn't be many from other sects either.

Taoist Changsheng readily agreed. Just as he was about to ask about Chen Mu's recent situation, True Monarch Xuanye approached with a look of curiosity. He asked with a smile, "Junior Brother Changsheng, Uncle Master actually wanted you to attend this banquet. Could it be that you have already manifested the Dao Fruit?"

The Taixu Fishing Dragon Banquet belongs to the fifth level. If there is no manifestation of the Dao Fruit, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage wants to gain something, he still needs luck.

This is also the reason why he did not ask Chen Mu, but asked Taoist Changsheng.

The news that Chen Mu had already transformed into a Dao Fruit had already spread throughout the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion, so no one was surprised by his attendance at the banquet. However, the Taoist Changsheng...

"Brother Xuanye thinks highly of me."

Taoist Changsheng smiled shyly, and suddenly a green shadow flowed between his sleeves.

Everyone was attracted and looked over.

"The reason I received Master's approval to attend the banquet is actually because Immortal Monarch Wende burned my Nascent Soul with True Fire for seven days, and refined this little bit of spiritual light deep in this sea of ​​consciousness..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his palms to the air, and saw green light gushing out from his palms like a spring. Everyone felt a breeze on their faces, and the fragrance of plants and trees permeated their lungs.

"what?"

When everyone looked closely, they saw an evergreen tree with lush branches.

Although the evergreen tree that emerged in the void was only a translucent outline, the vines hanging from its branches clearly cast swaying green shadows on everyone's Taoist robes.

Murong Xi was also a little surprised, but when she was gazing at the green light flowing through the treetops, she suddenly saw that the vein pattern of a certain leaf coincided with the ancient seal in front of the cave of Immortal Lord Wen De, and she immediately understood.

He sighed inwardly, "Changsheng is truly of the same lineage as Immortal Monarch Wende. Even their Dao Fruits are similar. No wonder they were able to manifest earlier..."

Everyone nodded slowly, and also came to their senses...

Before long, everyone had arrived. Suddenly, there was a sound of tearing silk in the sky, and a emerald green ship appeared in the sky from the surging sea of ​​clouds.

The bow of the ship is carved into the shape of a dragon swallowing a pearl, and within the thirty-six glazed palace lanterns hanging from the eaves, dozens of giant green wooden dragons are clearly swimming.

It was because the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion had the method for cultivating the Green Wood Dragon that Fang seemed unconcerned. If it were any other sect, they wouldn't be willing to use the Green Wood Dragon, ranked seventeenth in the Floating Clouds Record of Beasts, as the powerhouse of their spirit boat...

As Chen Mu smacked his lips, a deep voice rang out from the ship: "The auspicious time is approaching, why aren't you all leaving yet?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone boarded the ship and bowed to Taoist Mu Ji who was sitting cross-legged on the emerald jade cushion at the bow.

The person leading this trip is none other than the Taoist Changsheng’s master.

Taoist Mu Ji waved the whisk in his hand, signaling everyone not to be polite and to wait aside.

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed at the void, and the spirit boat suddenly started. The green wooden dragons in the palace lanterns chanted in unison, and in an instant they rushed into the sky.

A moment later, Chen Mu leaned over the railing and looked out, only to see the clouds below gradually tinged with crimson gold, a sign of a breakthrough to the Second Heaven. Suddenly, a True Lord exclaimed in surprise. It turned out to be the "Dragon Fishing Ode" written by the Immortal Lord Wen De, appearing on the cabin wall. Each ancient seal was breathing in and out of clouds, and the lines of dragon scales were faintly visible.

Some curious people immediately cleared their throats and recited, and the clear sound was as high and melodious as the fairy palace in the clouds.

Everyone clapped their hands and laughed, their laughter matching the chanting perfectly, echoing throughout the heavens...

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Compared with the first heaven, the second heaven is much wider and more vast.

The Biluo Spirit Boat ascended for half an hour before reaching the end of the second heaven.

When the Biluo Spirit Boat broke through the last red-gold flowing cloud of the second heaven, the hull suddenly shook violently.

Chen Mu's fingertips turned slightly white as he gripped the carved fence, but he accidentally saw an interesting place.

In a cloud vortex shaped like a dock in the second heaven, flowing clouds are swirling like endless expanses of colored glass and broken jade, with dozens of dragon-bone ships connected end to end and suspended in the air.

These spirit boats were flowing with rainbow colors like the tail feathers of a blue phoenix, and the soul-guiding lamps hanging on the bows remained motionless in the strong wind.

Under the fluttering flag embroidered with the word "Xue", the boatman can be vaguely seen leaning against the jade mast wiping the compass, and the silver bell on his waist makes an ethereal and crisp sound as the clouds and waves rise and fall.

"The strong winds of the third heaven can corrode bones and eclipse the soul."

As Murong Xi introduced him, a strand of her black hair rustled in the breeze. "If you don't reach the realm of a True Lord, you're very likely to get lost in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. Therefore, ordinary cultivators who want to go up there need to pay a few spirit stones and ride on these specially built ships."

"The Xue family of Yundu is famous for shipbuilding. They made their fortune from this. Not only in Xiajin Region, but the entire Yunhai market is bustling with people from the Xue family..."

Chen Mu nodded slowly, secretly sighing that there are really all kinds of strange things in this world.

After hiding in the clouds and mist for another half an hour, he finally saw a ray of dawn in the third heaven.

Except for those who come here frequently and are used to it, newcomers like Chen Mu are all shocked.

What a scene...

The sea of ​​clouds is boundless. If the second heaven is the color of red gold, then the third heaven has returned to the feeling of pure white.

Looking up, the sea of ​​clouds spread out like white gauze to the end of the sky and the earth. The rosy clouds did not shine straight down as seen in the mortal world, but seemed as if someone had crushed colorful glass into powder and scattered it into the void.

And in the magnificent scenery, there is a faint outline of a fairy city in the clouds.

It is not a city on earth. Thousands of jade buildings are built with cloud bridges as beams and rainbows as foundations. The moon-shaped wind chimes hanging on the eaves create ripples, carving the flowing clouds into the shape of a white crane flapping its wings.

"That's the Yunhai Market."

The spirit boat did not stop and quickly approached the fairy city.

Chen Mu's eyes moved around, pausing at each scene, fearing that he had missed any beautiful scenery.

After approaching the Immortal City, Chen Mu exclaimed in admiration again.

I was very far away just now, so I didn't realize how huge the fairy city was. But when I got closer, I saw that the fairy city was indeed so huge that I couldn't see anything beyond it.

There are no walls in the fairy city. All you can see are pavilions and towers, and there are thousands of roads. Monks riding green-scaled beasts and fairies riding flying sedan chairs pass by each other.

Another monk sang as he walked: "In the morning I travel to the North Sea and in the evening I travel to Cangwu, with a green snake in my sleeve and a bold heart..."

Or perhaps sensing a lingering gaze, a phantom of a medicine cauldron a hundred feet tall suddenly rose from the top of a certain glazed tower. The azure flame within it condensed into the form of a phoenix, which stretched its neck and cried out...

"Xiajin Territory."

When the spirit boat passed by the towering jade pillar with the three words "Xiajinyu" engraved on it, someone spoke out.

Chen Mu looked up and saw the colorful characters that seemed to have remained unchanged for eternity among the countless rays of light.

And that’s not all, the fishing in the northwest corner is even more amazing.

Thousands of monks sat on lotus pedestals in the air, holding fishing rods of all kinds, made of gold, jade, iron, bamboo, and wood. One of them was particularly old, with white hair, who could stir up a vortex in the sea of ​​clouds with only a piece of dead wood.

"it is good!"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard. Someone raised their fishing rod, and at the end of the line was a golden-scaled, red-eyed Cloud Whale Dao Hen. As the small creature twisted in the air, it scattered crystal dust all over the sky, drawing cheers from the market below...

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There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

In short, this kind of scenery of the Fairy City on the Clouds was something Chen Mu had never seen before. Even though he had seen a lot in the past, he could only sigh at this moment that he was just like a frog in a well...

As the co-lord of the three cities in Xiajin Domain, and as one of the two sects in Dongdu, Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion is naturally familiar to the cultivators who linger in Yunhai Market.

After seeing the Azure Spirit Boat from afar, many people stood up and gathered around, looking around in the hope of seeing familiar figures so that they could establish some friendship.

However, Taoist Mu Ji had already set up restrictions, so from the outside, no one could be seen. Everyone had no choice but to bow their heads in greeting and move away.

Only after the spirit boat flew into the sky in the northeast corner of the fairy city and disappeared did they dare to talk to each other.

"The Dragon Fishing Feast is coming soon. Tell me, is there any chance of catching a big dragon in the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion?"

"Disaster!"

"Let's not even mention the Nine Stars Hall in Lingdu for now. Even the other sect in Dongdu, 'Jinmuyuan', wouldn't let Chaosheng Pavilion take the top spot."

"But if your Excellency thinks so, then the dragon will definitely fall on the Nine Lights Star Hall this time?"

"Nine times out of ten..."

"Hey! Fellow Daoists, maybe our Yundu Daoist sect will also be participating in this Dragon Fishing Feast. Why didn't you mention it?"

"Yundu? Brother, Yundu is so far away from here. Besides the Xue family, which other sect would come to attend a fifth-level banquet? And you, why did you come to my Xiajin Territory?"

"Haha, I was traveling around the world and happened to come across this Dragon Fishing Banquet, so I came to see it."

"Ah! Meeting is fate. I've never had a good friend in Yundu before. People say that Yundu people are generous and magnanimous. I wonder if you would be willing to have a drink with me?"

"It's a dream come true!"

The three of them set off immediately and ran excitedly to the Xiancheng Restaurant.

However, without the three of them, the discussion did not decrease. Instead, it seemed to have been opened up, and more and more people expressed their opinions.

"The people of Xuandu have always been good at fighting. This time, the dragon may fall on the three sects of Xuandu."

"Fishing for Dao Marks isn't about fighting, so what does it have to do with being good at fighting or not?"

"What do you know? If you ask me, there's a real chance that the dragon was caught by the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion this time!"

"Why?"

"Huh, don't you know? Seven years ago, a cultivator from the outside world landed in Qingzhou and became a disciple of Chaosheng Pavilion..."

"Everyone in the outside world knows that he is extremely talented. Perhaps he has already manifested the Dao Fruit. If he attends the banquet this time, what business does it have on others?"

"That's true... But why is there so little commotion caused by the outside cultivators this time? Not only are other sects silent, but even Jinmuyuan hasn't made any statement..."

"I'd better say something I shouldn't say. Jinmuyuan... shows signs of decline."

Everyone was suddenly startled and looked at the old man in gray who was speaking.

"You can't say that casually, old man. Where did you hear that?"

The gray-shirted old man smiled inscrutablely: "I am from Zhangzhou, so where else do I need to hear this?"

"As far as I know, the reason why Jinmuyuan has been silent in recent years is probably because of internal strife among the family. The original young master was killed by his younger brother and replaced..."

Looking at the stunned, shocked faces of the crowd, the grey-shirted old man was complacent, completely unaware that behind him, there was a dark red building ship approaching...

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(End of this chapter)