Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 883 Qingluan gathers strength to wait for Lingxiao

Until a strong wind blew, and a sulfurous dry air unique to the Zhangzhou Jin family came from behind.

The old man in gray shuddered all over, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

With a "click" sound of bones breaking, his hunched spine suddenly stiffened, and his cloudy pupils reflected the gilded railings on the first floor of the building ship. A purple-haired man was leaning against the carved railings, with a silver-scale cloak hanging down like a waterfall. His fingertips were casually stroking the blood-marrow jade ring. With every half turn, the clouds darkened by three points.

The old man squeezed out a broken breath from his throat, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty under the loose skin.

"Jin...Jin Apocalypse..."

Jin Tianqi was the new young master of Jin Muyuan who he had mentioned had killed his brother and seized the throne. He just happened to run into him at this time. It was his bad luck...

The old man in gray suddenly felt his feet go weak and he stumbled and fell onto the cloud carpet. He forced a smile on his old face that was uglier than crying and kowtowed repeatedly as if to apologize.

The purple-haired man had a cold expression. He only glanced at the old man from beginning to end, and then ignored him and just waved his hand slightly.

The relatives behind him immediately understood what was going on, and rushed down the ship and captured the gray-shirted old man.

The old man was frightened half to death. His Taoist cap was already askew, and his gray hair was scattered and stuck to his purple cheeks. He hurriedly called out, "Master Jin...Master Jin, please spare my life. I spoke carelessly after drinking..."

The veins on his neck bulged, and he made a hissing sound like scraping iron. Suddenly, the pearl curtain of the ship rolled up, and nine red copper Kui-patterned lamps cast a half-bright and half-dark shadow on the man's profile.

Before he could speak, the black iron chain had already pierced the old man's scapula, and the blood drop burned to ashes in the air before it fell.

A member of the Jin clan held the chain in one hand, a sinister smile on his face, and said coldly, "How dare a mere old Yuanying cultivator discuss the affairs of our Jinmuyuan clan in public?"

"I dare not... I won't dare to do it again..." The old man was so frightened that he almost lost his voice.

The Jin clan didn't give him a chance to speak. They waved their hands and showed the old man to the public, saying loudly, "The Yunhai Market has long been defined as not allowing killing. Even I, Jin Muyuan, would not break the rules. As for this man, since he claims to be from Zhangzhou, we will take him back to Zhangzhou and deal with him!"

After saying that, he threw the gray-shirted old man with his backhand, and he fell into the dark red ship like a rag sack.

"To serve as a warning to others..."

The Jin clan's relatives glanced at everyone in the field until no one dared to look him in the eye, and several prying spiritual senses retreated hastily as if encountering a candle. Then he snorted coldly and returned to the tower ship, flying towards the southeast of the fairy city.

Inside the pavilion, a purple-haired man stood by the window, gazing into the distance. His gaze was directed towards the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion.

A relative of the Jin clan sensed something and stepped forward, whispering, "Young Master, that person from the outside world..."

When Chen Mu was forced to take action by the Taoist immortal Yu Liu, the True Immortal Patriarch Jinmuyuan also sensed an aura that did not belong to this world.

However, the old man in gray was not wrong. At that time, Jinmuyuan was in the midst of civil strife and had no time to take care of other things, especially since the cultivator from the outside world happened to appear in Qingzhou. If Jinmuyuan crossed the border, it would inevitably have to fight with Chaosheng Pavilion.

This was unacceptable to Jinmuyuan at the time, so the matter was left unresolved.

But now that things have stabilized, we have to face these legacy issues again.

As of now, no one outside of that external cultivator knew the true nature and strength of the cultivator. Only some people with extremely keen perceptions could compare the fluctuations of the external cultivator's energy with those before, and roughly guessed that this person was not at the realm of asking for the way...

"Mayfly."

The purple-haired man spoke quietly, his voice surprisingly hoarse, but his eyes were bright and sharp. He tapped on the window frame with his fingers, "He's just a Nascent Soul cultivator. What's the harm in having talent?"

"Compared to him, the Star-Observing Master of the Jiuyao Xingshu Hall can use the celestial constellations to brew tea, and Murong Xi of the Chaosheng Pavilion's Shengsheng Yunshui Sword is powerful enough to cut off the Milky Way. These are the opponents worthy of playing chess..."

The relatives of the Jin family nodded slowly. The two people the young master mentioned were both newly promoted True Lords who had become famous in the three cities of Xiajin in recent years. Not only did they have profound foundation and accumulated a lot of experience, they had also manifested the fruits of the Tao early on, and could be said to be the best of this generation.

If compared to an outer cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, they are naturally worthy of attention...

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The northeast corner of the fairy city is the headquarters of the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion.

Amidst the surging sea of ​​clouds, seven white jade corridors emerged from the void, supporting the Chaosheng Pavilion's main building above a hundred feet of rosy clouds.

The main gate is cast entirely with black crystal sand, with two-meter-tall cinnabar stone lions standing on either side, with cloud-locking chains made of thousand-year-old cold iron under their claws.

The main building has nine layers of flying eaves, and twelve pairs of gilded bronze bells are hung on the corners. When the western wind blows, the grain of Tiangang wood is faintly visible.

The seventy-two auxiliary pavilions are arranged according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams formation. The Danxiang Terrace surrounded by green jade railings is located in the Xun position. Thirty-six soul-guiding lamps are floating in the mist in front of the terrace that has not dissipated for a thousand years.

The eastern corridor was carved from a single piece of meteorite, and between its columns flowed the unique tidal charms of the Biluo Pavilion, which would condense into a water curtain barrier at 12:30 a.m.

Chen Mu and others got off the boat and walked all the way. The more they knew that every inch of land in the fairy city was worth a lot of money, the more they were amazed at the power of their own master.

Not long after, the person in charge of the sect in the Immortal City came out to greet them.

"Master Mu Ji, fellow disciples..."

The person in charge was a middle-aged male cultivator with a chubby figure. He had reached the level of a True Lord of the Way. Unlike the ordinary people in the mountain gate who wore green clothes and wooden hats, he wore a brocade robe with a rosy glow, which looked quite gorgeous and wealthy.

However, although he was dressed in a flamboyant manner, he was extremely tactful and polite. After respectfully greeting everyone, he went to meet Murong Xi and Chen Mu separately to pay their respects.

In fact, their generation is also an exception. The Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion has been passed down for more than 60,000 to 70,000 years. Fu Yuanzi and Yun Lanzi are both 32nd generation descendants, so Murong Xi and Chen Mu are naturally 33rd generation disciples.

But others are different. For example, Taoist Mu Ji is already the 36th generation disciple, and the rest are even one generation lower.

The fundamental reason for this phenomenon is that Yun Lanzi and other immortals have long stopped accepting disciples. Even if they take a fancy to a younger generation, they usually let their disciples and grandchildren accept him.

Fu Yuanzi was an exception after all. Ever since he became a Loose Immortal, he had never forgotten about it. Almost every few hundred or thousand years, a new disciple would join his sect...

"Yun Shen, how is the arrangement for the Dragon Fishing Feast going?"

The round man called Yun Shen bowed and replied, "Everything has been arranged in Taixu Pavilion. We can start the banquet after the flood season in three days."

As one of the three chieftains of Xiajin, Chaosheng Pavilion naturally couldn't avoid being involved in this matter. However, it was also a symbol of status. If it were another sect, they wouldn't be able to get close to it even if they wanted to...

Taoist Mu Ji nodded slightly and said to everyone, "Since that's the case, then you should rest and recuperate for a while. In three days, come with me to the banquet to capture the dragon!"

"Yes!"

Taoist Mu Ji led Taoist Chang Sheng away, and the rest of the people were also familiar with this place. After paying their respects, they either turned around and went outside, or went straight into the attic.

The plump man thought Chen Mu was a stranger, so he waited there attentively. After everyone had left, he leaned closer and said with a smile, "Master Lingyuan, where are you going? Do you want to stay here first, or do you want to go shopping in the market..."

Without Chen Mu's response, Murong Xi chuckled and said, "Why, are you taking my junior brother to that place of enjoyment too?"

The round man hurriedly said he didn't dare and waved his hands repeatedly.

Murong Xi then let him go and looked at Chen Mu and said, "Junior brother, please find a courtyard to stay first. If you want to visit the Yunhai Market, you might as well go with me in the evening and I can introduce it to you." Chen Mu had no objection and nodded in agreement.

……

At dusk, Xiajin Fairy City is not deserted at all. Instead, it is brightly lit with bright lights, making it even more lively.

Chen Mu walked along the cloud carpet with Murong Xi. The suspended plank road paved with green jade moved like a dragon or snake, and the seventy-two glazed towers beside the road stood still in the strong wind.

Every time the copper bell hanging from the top of the tower rings, nine-colored rainbow light bursts out from the bell tongue, dyeing the clouds in the sky into colorful silk.

"Junior brother, look, the place ahead is called 'Seeking Dao Heaven'. It is the most prosperous place here. Whether it is a clan, a surname, or an individual, or a shop, pavilion, or a three-foot stall, they all sell the Dao Marks in their hands here..."

Murong Xi raised her finger and saw the magnificent scene ahead.

The street bridges are like lush branches, the monks' figures are thousands of branches and leaves, and as for the stalls and shops, there are countless fruits on them.

Chen Mu looked intently and saw an old monk standing on the back of a black tortoise setting up a green jade table. Inside the ice-crack porcelain plate were twenty-three translucent Dao marks, with a faint light like star sand swimming in them.

"I just caught this double-attribute Dao Mark yesterday."

He twirled his white beard, and as his fingertips brushed across the Dao Mark, fine lightning patterns were stirred up. "Look at these patterns tempered by lightning and fire. They must have been accumulated for at least a thousand years."

The girl riding on the three-legged golden crow on the opposite side picked up a strand of Dao Hen with a silver hairpin. Dao Hen suddenly transformed into a phantom of a blue phoenix, flapping its wings and about to sing. She was so startled that she threw the silver hairpin away, causing everyone to laugh.

It was obvious that he was a distinguished person who came here to gain knowledge without telling his elders.

The girl wanted to pretend to be an old hand, but unexpectedly she made herself blush. She could not stay any longer, so she quickly picked up the silver hairpin and flew away on the crow.

Seeing this, the old monk was unwilling to give in. He insisted that the people around him had scared away his customers and demanded compensation.

Everyone was not disappointed and started to joke around...

Amidst laughter, Chen Mu and the others gradually passed through the "Seeking Dao Heaven" and arrived at the Dandingfang in the South City.

Above the purple clouds, the twelve-layer gilded Boshan furnace was spewing out mist. A shirtless strong man slapped the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill on the chopping board. The totem of the Golden Crow chasing the sun on the surface of the pill was actually moving in his breath.

The paper boy at the talisman stall next door was holding a wolf hair brush that was bigger than his body. He dipped it in the Weak Water of the Milky Way and wrote on the cloud silk. Before the ink had dried, it turned into a flying dragon and soared into the sky, attracting the people who were casually strolling in the air to press their escape lights.

The west side was even more lively. The talisman lanterns under the eaves of Jiuxiao Pavilion lit up one after another, and suddenly there was a burst of exclamations from somewhere. It turned out that someone had cut open the newly bought Daohen stone embryo, and the innate sword intent curled up inside soared into the sky, splitting the Baili Cloud Sea in half.

The cracks in the clouds revealed buildings in the distance. Countless cultivators riding on their spirit beasts and magical weapons were rushing towards the brightest part of the Dao Mark like meteors flying against the sky.

"There are still such sword marks?"

Chen Mu was quite surprised, as he originally thought that there were only five elements in this world.

Murong Xi smiled and replied, "Yes, there are, but they are extremely rare. It's even rarer to find one like this one emerging from a stone womb. In my opinion, this might be a deliberate hype by Jiuxiao Pavilion..."

Chen Mu nodded slowly, realizing that even though this place was high up in the Third Heaven, closest to the Immortals, it still had these mundane tricks, and ultimately couldn't escape the clutches of profit...

The two continued to walk around the city. They first went from the northeast through the middle "Qiudaotian" to the South City Dandingfang, then walked west, and finally planned to go around to the North City Lingshou Garden.

In other words, the two of them did not stop along the way and only visited the famous places.

Otherwise, let alone one night, even if it took ten or a hundred times longer, it would still be impossible to travel around this huge fairy city.

As for why they only went through "Qiudaotian" to reach Dandingfang, it was because the southeast was Jinmuyuan's territory. They were not afraid of it, but it was better to avoid trouble than to worry about it...

The two had not been walking for long when suddenly a dragon's roar broke through the clouds. A gilded chariot pulled by thirty-six heavenly horses rolled over the clouds. When the curtain was lifted, half of the wide sleeves decorated with stars were revealed. In an instant, many traces of the Dao trembled slightly in that direction.

The ice jade tea cups suspended in the teahouse suddenly exploded, but the shopkeeper was not annoyed. Instead, he threw the broken jade into the air, letting it condense into the hexagram of "Dayan's number fifty" and float in the air.

"Master Guanxing..."

Thousands of cultivators echoed this name in their minds, transforming into streams of light and following. However, no matter how hard they chased, they could never get even a little closer to the carriage...

"This is?"

Chen Mu was not familiar with it, but after seeing the Zhoutian Xingdou diagram on the flag on the frame, he had some guesses in his mind.

"We've also arrived at the Nine Stars Palace..."

Murong Xi sighed. Among the three cities of Xiajin, Jiuyao Xingshu Palace is the undisputed number one sect. Even in the entire Floating Cloud Realm, it is only slightly inferior to Zhongdu Yujingxu.

Even if we ignore his master, Guanxingzi is the most outstanding True Lord within a thousand years.

To become a True Lord within a thousand years is already enough to be called an Immortal Talent, but Guan Xingzi is now afraid that he will even pass the level of Zuowangchen...

Compared to this guy, she is not qualified.

Even after she broke through to the True Lord realm and manifested the Dao Fruit of the "Shengsheng Yunshui Sword", and was revered by the world as the Master of Yunming Sword, she still felt that the gap between her and this person was still huge...

Chen Mu was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and scooped up a wisp of surging clouds, letting the mist condense into a jade ring in his palm. He said in a clear voice:
"There are ancient books in Qingping Cave. Junior Brother once read a line that goes, 'The shadow of a cloud rising from a mountain is three thousand feet long, but it is not as bright as a foot of silk in a cold pond.' It means that only a deep foundation can support the shadow of a mountain."

"The geniuses of each sect are merely using their centuries of cultivation as firewood to make their destiny stars burn brighter."

He threw the jade ring, and it turned into a rainbow of light when it landed on the eaves. "Look at that night dewdrop. When it landed on the eaves, it reflected the entire sky, but when it landed, it only wet an inch of the cloud carpet."

"The Chaosheng Pavilion's inner cultivation emphasizes 'jade in the mountains remains moist'. With time, Senior Sister will understand why the Blue Luan must gather strength three times in the sea of ​​clouds before flapping its wings..."

The rainbow light on the eaves had not yet faded, but the copper bells on the lanterns hanging under the eaves suddenly vibrated.

Murong Xi's wide sleeves twirled as she smiled, the flowing cloud pendant on her waist emitting a clear, melodious sound. "Junior brother, you're warning me with metaphors. Are you worried that my Daoist heart will be tarnished?"

She also raised her hand and pulled out a small cloud sword from the clouds. It emitted a faint light and flew back and forth in her palm. "Good brother, please know that I, your senior sister, have never been a pessimistic person."

"No matter how bright Guan Xingzi's horoscope is, it is ultimately borrowing the light of the Twenty-Eight Mansions. When I push the 'Shengsheng Yunshui Sword' to its peak, I'll see whether the starlight he attracts is sharper, or the Milky Way I intercept is colder!"

She suddenly flicked her sleeves to stop the vibrating copper bells under the eaves. Amidst the swirling clouds of light in the sky, the world suddenly became silent for a moment.

"but……"

Murong Xi pursed her lips and smiled, her frosty eyes suddenly thawed like spring water: "Being able to have my junior brother protect me with ancient books is more comforting than other people's direct advice."

"Don't worry, I will keep this warning in mind..."

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(End of this chapter)