Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 886: Thousand Clouds Illuminating Diaolongtai

Floating clouds pass through the first day of Jiazi, when yin and yang meet.

The sea of ​​clouds was just beginning to turn pale, and before the sun rose, thousands of rays of rosy light had already pierced the sky, dyeing the surging clouds into a furnace of red gold.

To the west of the fairy city, there is a fairy pavilion called Taixu.

The nine-layered eaves of Taixu Pavilion pierce the cloud carpet, and the black jade pillars are wrapped in the innate purple air that has lingered for thousands of years. It seems like a jade palace left behind by ancient gods in the world, standing majestically at the hub of heaven and earth where the three cities meet.

This was jointly built by the three cities of Xiajin and Jinzhou, just for this Dragon Fishing Feast...

On the day of the banquet, Taixu Pavilion was already bustling with activity before all the heroes had arrived.

Thousands of boats are hanging lanterns in Yunshi, and tens of thousands of boats are competing for the current.

There are many cultivators staying in the Yunhai Market. Except for the eight major sects and Pangdu Zhenjun who are able to enter the cabinet for a while, most of them are cultivators from small sects and independent cultivators outside the eight major sects.

In terms of the conditions for attending the banquet, they may be far from meeting them, so they cannot enter Taixu Pavilion.

However, given such a rare opportunity for a feast, how could they give up and wait and see because of such a small limitation?

Therefore, in the universe surrounding Taixu Pavilion, cloud pavilions stand side by side and spirit boats are like flags.

Countless monks dressed in robes of various colors were drinking with their fellow monks, or alone with their eyes closed in meditation.

The heavens above the heavens are like a mirror, reflecting the grand scene of nearly ten thousand monks gathered below.

This is a dragon fishing feast that only happens once every few decades or even centuries. Even if one doesn't have the chance to ascend the pavilion, being able to smell a hint of dragon energy is a blessing...

Not long after, purple air came from the east.

The thousand-layer jade steps of Taixu Pavilion emerge from the sea of ​​clouds. The Taoist patterns on the steps flow like a swimming dragon. Eighty-one glazed star lamps hang from the eaves of the pavilion, reflecting the surging waves of clouds into a colorful starry river.

Everyone was shocked, knowing that the righteous master had set out.

"Which family's heir could it be?"

Countless monks were eagerly waiting, and were even more excited than those attending the banquet.

When it comes to joining in the fun, they are the most respected...

At this moment, thirty-six clear sounds of jade chimes were suddenly heard, and a golden mark appeared in the sky. A gilded chariot pulled by a Pegasus broke through the air and came, shining in the sky like a ray of starlight, and finally slowly stopped outside the Taixu Pavilion.

"Sure enough, the Nine Stars Palace arrived first!"

This result was not unexpected by everyone. Since the rise of Jiuyao Xingshu Palace, there has been no Taoist school in the three cities of Xiajin that can compete with it.

The curtains of the carriage opened slightly, and when the star-patterned brocade boots stepped onto the cloud steps, the entire sea of ​​clouds suddenly darkened.

The starlight flowing from Guanxingzi's wide sleeves illuminated his eyebrows and eyes, and the starlight on his forehead seemed like a living thing, flickering like the morning star with his breathing.

Wherever it passes, stardust appears and disappears. Its eyes are so deep that it makes people dizzy when they look at it.

"Master Guanxing..."

Several figures in the pavilion rushed forward, the leader being an old man in a star-shaped robe, who was the person in charge of the Jiuyao Xingshu Hall in the Yunhai Market.

The others were all similar, all of them were the stewards of their respective sects, including Yunshen Zhenjun of Chaosheng Pavilion.

"Ah."

Three sounds of jade chimes were heard from the pavilion, symbolizing the honor of being the first guest to arrive at the table.

It was not until Guanxingzi's figure disappeared into the Taixu Pavilion that Yun City erupted with a tsunami-like roar.

"There's only one Stargazing Master?"

It was only then that everyone reacted and exclaimed:

"The Nine Stars Palace only sent one person to attend the Dragon Fishing Banquet?"

"This person only cares about this Yan Dalong and doesn't care about other Dao Marks..."

Everyone was amazed, secretly thinking that the Nine Lights Xingshu Hall was truly arrogant, while at the same time secretly envying them, feeling that this was the style of Xiajin's number one Taoist sect...

The master of Lingdu has arrived, and the other two sects have also come one after another.

Among them, the disciples of the Central Flame Mansion came walking on the clouds, with faint flame patterns floating on the plain white brocade. There seemed to be sparks flickering when they walked, but the energy around their bodies was completely restrained, just like the ordinary patterns drawn by the needlework of an embroiderer in the mortal world.

If it weren't for the young man in the black jade crown who just stood with his hands behind his back and caused the surrounding spiritual energy to spontaneously condense into the shadow of a red tiger, one would really doubt the foundation of this declining Taoist school.

"Xinyan Mansion has also declined. In the past, every generation produced Dao Fruit Immortals, and the number has never been less than five. But in this generation, only Yan Yuhu has manifested Dao Fruit at the True Lord level."

"Not to mention compared to the other sects, even compared to some of the scattered immortal sects in the three cities of Xiajin, they are still inferior..."

“No man is good for a thousand days, and no flower is red for a hundred days.”

Amid the tinkling of bronze bells dangling from the eaves, an old man stroked his beard and sighed softly, "The grand scene of the seven sons of Xinyan shining together at Xiajin in the past is still vivid in my mind. But now, except for the Yan family's Qilin child..."

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by the elbow of a fellow monk. It turned out that the young man in white robes fluttered his wide sleeves, and the red jade ring on his waist suddenly made a phoenix cry, which startled the green phoenix on the eaves and made it flap its wings, rolling up thousands of clouds and waves.

Just as everyone was about to take a closer look, they suddenly felt the cloud carpet under their feet shaking.

But twelve giants were seen walking in the air, with dark gold lines embossed on their bronze skin, and with every step they took, phantoms of mountains disappeared under their feet.

The tall man in the front suddenly broke into a big grin, which made the sea of ​​clouds resonate like a flag spirit boat.

Compared to the Xinyan Mansion, the cultivators of the Kunling bloodline are all big and strong, with an imposing aura, which is not at all like the heavy earth element of their five elements.

"It is said that this tribe's cultivation of Taoism does not consider talent, but only whether the tribe members can form a pact with a demon spirit called Kunling. I wonder if this rumor is true or not?"

Someone who was not familiar with this tradition asked curiously.

"If there are rumors, then they must be true."

There were also enthusiastic monks who pointed to the large man in the front, about ten feet tall, and said, "Look at his ears. Aren't the color and shape different from those of an ordinary person?"

Everyone looked intently and found that the big man's ears were indeed bat-like and brown in color. "Could this be because of Kun Ling?"

"Indeed, this person's name is Hou Mushan. He has very poor natural talent for cultivation, but when he was young, he formed a pact with a bat-like Kunling. After merging with it, he unexpectedly encountered no bottlenecks before reaching the True Lord realm..."

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed: "He is Atsugiyama?"

Obviously, he had heard of its reputation a long time ago.

"There are such wonderful things in the world. I wonder if we can form a bond with Kunling?"

"You're dreaming. Kunling is limited. They can't even make sure everyone in their family possesses it, so how can they have any extra for you?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity..."

The sound of discussion flooded over the jade steps like a tide, and the two cultivators also stepped into the Taixu Pavilion...

Then came the group from Wuxiang Sword Tomb.

It is said that sword cultivators are rare, but this sect gives people a sense of abnormality.

The sword light flickered unsteadily. After a careful count, there were more than thirty people from this sect attending the banquet, which was the most among the eight sects.

However, most of them are in the Nascent Soul stage, and there are only seven or eight of them. It is not too many, but it is more than the previous Jiuyao Xingshu Palace and Xinyan Mansion.

Although he cannot be compared with Guanxingzi who attended the banquet alone, he is still powerful enough to surpass the current Xinyan Mansion.

"To be surpassed by a sword sect with a heritage of only 20,000 to 30,000 years, if the founder of Xinyan Mansion were to be reborn, I wonder if he would curse his descendants for being incompetent..." Everyone sighed. After all, in terms of heritage and longevity, Xinyan Mansion was far superior to Wuxiang Sword Tomb. To see it now in this state is unavoidable.

After Wuxiang Jianzhong and his group entered the pavilion, there was movement in the sky again.

The sky was filled with the blue moon, and the figures descending were no less than those from Wuxiang Sword Tomb.

Everyone was stunned and woke up to find that it was the Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion and the Taiyin Si Clan who came together.

The old man in the star-shaped robe who was waiting in front of the pavilion had his eyes flashing when he saw this, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"True Lord Yunming, True Lord Si..."

Several people came forward and bowed, and after a few usual greetings, they led the two families into the cabinet in an orderly manner.

Just as he took half a step, he suddenly heard the sound of flames and thunder coming through the air, and suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.

The old man in the star-robed robe was moved and stopped walking. He turned around and said with a smile, "It seems that the fellows from Jinmuyuan and Jieleiguchi have also arrived. This is a coincidence. Why not join us in the pavilion together?"

Murong Xi and Si Xuanshuang looked at each other and couldn't help but sneer in their hearts.

The Nine Stars Palace was still in this state. The two families were even slightly close, and they were eager to use their power to balance things out...

In the sea of ​​clouds, the scorched earth smell of Jinmuyuan and the purple lightning of Jieleiguchi were intertwined. Dong Yi's purple cloak was covered with lightning patterns, and he was chatting and laughing with Jin Tianqi beside him, as if they were close friends for many years.

"what?"

After landing, Dong Yi showed a surprised expression and asked knowingly, "What a coincidence! Are you fellow Taoists waiting for us?"

Murong Xi was not at all indulgent. She took the Yuehua Lei Ni cub from Si Tengxiao's hands, stretched out her hand to pretend to comfort it, and said in a leisurely voice:
"Not really. This little thing is very noisy and needs to be comforted before the table."

Dong Yi's face suddenly darkened, the lightning pattern on his brow twitching like a living thing, and purple lightning exploded three inches in his sleeve before being forcibly suppressed: "Fellow Daoist Yunming, be careful not to play with fire, or you will get burned. If your spirit pet goes crazy at the banquet..."

"No trouble."

Si Xuanshuang smiled broadly and took the young beast into her arms: "Although this young beast is difficult to deal with, it is still quite obedient. In time, it will become a great beast..."

Hearing this, Dong Yi became more annoyed. He snorted coldly and did not respond. He walked into the pavilion with his head held high.

Outside the Taixu Pavilion, a cultivator who was confused by the unknown reason asked in a low voice, "Which fellow Taoist can help me solve this puzzle?"

It wasn't until someone explained the reason that he suddenly understood and looked at the young animal in amazement...

The black flag with golden patterns hanging from the eaves was still fluttering, as if a dragon was flying through the pale golden sky.

Unlike Dong Yi and others who went straight into the pavilion, Jin Tianqi suddenly stopped with his dark red robe fluttering. For some reason, his sinister eyes smiled and pierced the plain-robed monks in the crowd.

Just as the onlookers were wondering, he chuckled and said, "Is this fellow Daoist Lingyuan?"

The sound was like a rusty blade scraping against bones, startling everyone so much that they frowned.

Chen Mu's sleeves paused slightly, and when he raised his eyes, the jade hairpin moved slightly.

Ten feet away, the corners of Jin Tianqi's lips curved into a crescent shape, and the red lines at the corners of his eyes moved like snakes as he smiled.

"Lingyuan has met the True Lord."

Chen Mu remained expressionless and bowed without allowing any argument.

Jin Tianqi smiled warmly, his eyes flickering with a faint light. "I've heard of your name for a long time, but I've only had the chance to meet you today. It really is... a pity we met so late!"

"Zhenjun is joking."

Chen Mu's politeness was mixed with a hint of alienation. Compared to Dong Yi, who showed his feelings on his face, Jin Tianqi made him more alert, especially since Chaosheng Pavilion and Jin Muyuan had an irreconcilable feud.

Perhaps sensing his attitude, Jin Tianqi said no more. After nodding to him meaningfully, he brought Master Jin into the Taixu Pavilion.

Looking at his back, Murong Xi wrinkled her nose slightly, snorted suddenly, and said to Chen Mu in a voice transmission:

"This person is insidious and vicious, even worse than his brother. If there are any targeted actions during the banquet, I will take the responsibility for you. However, there are some areas that I cannot take care of, so you need to be careful..."

Chen Mu nodded in response and walked into Taixu Pavilion with everyone else.

On the periphery, the onlookers began to discuss again, pointing at the figure in the white robe and asking, "Who is Lingyuan?"

Unlike the previous times, the place was completely silent for a moment. It seemed that no one knew Chen Mu's name.

It was not until a long time had passed that a low murmur was heard.

"It should be a cultivator from the outside world..."

Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank: "It was him?"

At this moment, the golden bells under the nine-layered eaves rang together, and the sea of ​​clouds in the sky suddenly darkened by three points.

When everyone looked again, the monk in white robes was already sitting upright on the cloud platform, with a clear energy flowing around him like moonlight pouring down, even making the seventy-two mermaid candles at the banquet pale in comparison...

But compared with the favorable reception from the cultivators outside the pavilion, the response to Chen Mu within the pavilion was much smaller.

After all, regardless of his outsider identity, Chen Mu was ultimately just a Nascent Soul cultivator. People didn't know much about him, so naturally they couldn't take him seriously...

But there was one person's burning gaze that made Chen Mu feel quite deeply.

Glancing sideways, he discovered that it was a man in a crane cloak, with a handsome face and extraordinary demeanor. He was sitting next to Guanxingzi, so it was obvious that his status should be equally distinguished.

Seeing Chen Mu looking over, the man in the crane cloak raised his glass to signal...

"This person is Yuque Zhenjun from the Yujingxu of Zhongdu. Junior brother, you didn't know that he came to the mountain gate seven years ago and wanted to meet you. However, you were in seclusion at that time, so Master asked Senior Brothers Eight and Ninth to decline the opportunity..."

Murong Xi tapped the wine jar with her jade fingers, the sound lingering in her heart.

Chen Mu nodded slowly, raised his glass in return, then lowered his eyes and ignored him.

At this moment, 70% of the people in Taixu Pavilion were seated. Waiters were walking around with glass cups filled with dew from the sea of ​​clouds, filling them up promptly for those who were talking loudly. Every time a cup was poured, the sky outside the pavilion became brighter.

Meanwhile, on the main seat in the pavilion, Mu Ji and other Dao Lords from various sects had already been waiting there, gazing at the color of the sky, their eyes becoming increasingly fixed...

Time passed by little by little, and after the greetings and drinks, the Taixu Pavilion became silent for a while.

It wasn't that everyone had nothing more to say, but they could all see that a surge of inspiration was already brewing deep within the vortex. It seemed that a flood season might erupt in an instant...

Sure enough, when a breeze blew by, the sky and the earth changed color instantly, and the clouds suddenly boiled, like an overturned silver mercury covering the sky.

Where the rosy clouds split, nearly ten thousand scratches appeared from the void. The green ones were like the tail of a swimming fish, the red ones were like a hovering dragon, the indigo ones were like a surging lightning snake, and the black and yellow ones were like the wings of an eagle. Every scratch carried the rhythm of the Tao that could collapse mountains and split seas.

Chen Mu's eyes moved, but before he could feel surprised, he saw the scene in front of him suddenly disappear without a trace, leaving only a vortex of sea of ​​clouds that spanned thousands of feet, with golden scales leaping in it from time to time.

"Hahaha, three quarters past noon, that's a good time..."

Mu Ji and other Taoist masters laughed loudly and waved their hands.

The next moment, Diaolongtai emerged from the sea of ​​clouds. Eighty-one white jade pillars were immersed in the flowing starlight, and there were eighty-one seats underneath.

The base is flawless white, carved from a single piece of Kunlun mutton-fat jade. Pale green spiritual mist floats in the indentations of the lotus pattern, sometimes condensing into hanging necklaces, and sometimes dispersing into white cranes circling the pillar three times.

"Diaolongtai appears, and the Taixu Banquet begins."

Mu Ji and other Taoist masters laughed continuously and shouted, "Gentlemen, why don't you move?"

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(End of this chapter)