Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 887 Yoyo Luming
The sky is clear and the clouds are rolling across the sky.

The clear sound was still echoing in the Nine-Layered Immortal Pavilion. Before the wind started to blow again, the shadow of a hundred-foot-high mountain appeared on the cloud platform on the west side.

Hou Mushan, a descendant of Kunling, stepped out from the clouds. The earrings under his brown and yellow pointed earlobes shone brightly, and in an instant they condensed into a six-foot-long round fishing rod. The pulse of the earth was deposited between the ancient lines. Once it appeared, it exuded a unique and heavy aura.

"After a long time, I finally got a fifth-grade Dao Mark. Please don't be humble like ordinary people."

As his brown robe fluttered, the figure was already standing on Diaolongtai.

Watch him raise his arm and swing his pole, piercing the air with a roar. The moment the Qiankun Stone Hook pierces the cloud vortex, a mysterious and yellow spiritual aura spreads dozens of feet in the thousand-foot vortex, as if the earth veins have transformed into dragons and are swimming in it...

Jie Lei Gu Chi Dong laughed heartily and pulled out a dragon fishing rod surrounded by purple lightning from his thunder pattern cloak. The lightning in the air condensed into the shadow of a dragon, which resonated with the thunder traces in the cloud vortex from a distance.

He shouted, "Why are you so anxious, my friend? The real dragon bait is here!"

The moment he moved, the winding lightning pattern on his brow suddenly moved in the air like a snake, and with a wave of his hand, it instantly fell on the fishing hook.

When the thunder fishing line fell, it turned the cloud vortex into a blue-purple thunder pool.

"Using my natal lightning pattern as bait, why worry about the dragon not coming?"

Dong Yi's laughter was accompanied by the roar of thunder, and there was a look of madness between his brows.

The monks who were watching were secretly shocked. They found that the monks of the Tribulation Thunder Ancient Pool were indeed as cruel as the rumors said. They couldn't help but think to themselves: "The monks of the Tribulation Thunder Ancient Pool are really crazy..."

It is common knowledge that fishing requires bait.

Most fishing bait in the world is made with other spiritual objects, such as a mountain fire that has been burning for years, or a trace of water from an ancient river...

There are people like Dong Yi who use his real name Lei Wen as bait in the world, but they are very few in number and all of them are called crazy by the world.

After all, although Dao Traces are precious, they are ultimately external objects. How can one gamble with the foundation of one's cultivation?

If you could really achieve your wish and successfully catch the big dragon at the banquet, no one would say anything. But now all the heroes have arrived. Even if you bet your foundation, what are your chances of achieving your wish?

However, when they saw that the lightning pattern entered the vortex and caused the Dao pattern to surge, everyone could not help but sigh at the strange and mysterious nature of the Thunder Dao.

However, after some consideration, everyone still silently called him a madman, but did not dare to follow him easily...

Guan Xingzi stood up, shook off his clothes, and walked on the air to Diaolongtai. He neither unfolded his fishing gear nor cast any bait, but just sat cross-legged under the white jade pillar.

But there is starlight hanging down from the sky and condensing into the Xuanji star disk, and a ray of silver light as thin as a hair can penetrate the cloud vortex.

Look at him closing his eyes and mumbling his fingers, he looks like a fisherman who has become the catch of heaven and earth...

His behavior was exactly the opposite of Dong Yi's. Not to mention the bait, he didn't even prepare a fishing rod. It can be seen that he was absolutely confident in himself.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the rest of the people moved, but they did not dare to do the same. They took out the fishing rods they had prepared and went to sit on the Dragon Fishing Platform one by one.

Murong Xi stood facing the wind, "Mist and Clouds Emerging from Water" transforming into a white rainbow piercing the sky. She did not forget to turn around and remind him, "Junior Brother Chen, remember, at Chen time, if you want to fish for water Dao Marks, you need to use the aged cold jade bait..."

Before the lingering sound faded into the clouds, dozens of monks could be seen competing on Diaolong Terrace.

Eighty-one seats may seem like a lot, but if they are divided among the eight major sects in the three cities of Xiajin, as well as the True Lords from other cities, they would seem somewhat insufficient.

Fortunately, only one person came from Jiuyao Xingshu Palace, and there were less than a dozen people from Xinyan Mansion, Jinmuyuan and other Taoist sects, so some places could be allocated.

Of course, this quota is not given away for free, there will be additional compensation.

From this perspective, it was reasonable for Biluo Chaosheng Pavilion to have more than ten people come. They didn't need to ask for additional people, and it was just the right time to make the most of the quota they were entitled to...

"Brother Lingyuan, shall we set off as well?"

Taoist Changsheng stroked the jade fishing rod with his fingertips, and the surging glow of the sea of ​​clouds was reflected in his eyes.

Chen Mu followed his gaze and saw that the True Lords of various sects had already stood in the air. It was indeed the turn of them, the Nascent Soul cultivators, to take the stage.

Among them, the sword cultivators from the Wuxiang Sword Tomb were the most eye-catching. They were clearly holding fishing rods, but they looked like they were holding three-foot-long swords, and the sword energy was chilling in their every move.

"Walk."

Chen Mu nodded and landed in front of the white jade pillar in the northeast corner with a light tap of his toes.

At this moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, and the exclamations of nearly ten thousand monks flooded over Diaolongtai like a tide.

Chen Mu suddenly turned around and saw that the cloud vortex in the southwest was surging like a boiling pot. The veins on the arms of a bearded True Lord from the Kunling bloodline were bulging, and his black iron fishing rod had been bent into a full moon.

The fishing line hummed with tension, and a roar like a collapsing mountain came from deep in the clouds. Every inch of spiritual vibration was like an ancient beast struggling in the abyss, as if the Dao Mark that was hooked this time was as heavy as a mountain and it was difficult to pull it out.

"Hahaha, it's that reckless guy Lao Liu who got lucky first!"

The sound of Mount Houmu was like a bell, and the palms, like palm-leaf fans, clapped their hands, causing the jade pillar to tremble. "What's going on? All that strength you used to carry mountains and move seas has been wasted?"

The bearded man was so irritated by this that the veins on his forehead were throbbing with anxiety and his blood vessels were dilating under his copper-colored skin.

He stomped his feet suddenly, and the white jade platform seemed to have a three-inch footprint. With a roar like tearing silk, the cloud vortex exploded into a thousand-foot golden cloud.

The onlookers heard a splash, and saw a stream of mysterious yellow energy breaking through the air, condensing into a round shape and moving in his palm, with a faint rumbling of the earth veins in the air.

Hou Mushan's eyebrows were high and steep. He suddenly knocked the fishing rod in his hand on the table beside him and asked: "What grade is it?"

This question made the sea of ​​clouds tremble slightly, and it also happened to shake out the worries hanging in everyone's throats. What kind of a scene does the first trace of the sky hanging down from the Taixu Fishing Dragon Banquet look like?

The bearded man shouted as his rough hands brushed away the yellow light, revealing something hanging at the end of the fishing line.

Its color is like the sediment of aged tea, and its shape is like a Bodhi seed played with in the palm of an old monk. It is clearly a round piece of earth and stone.

Although there was a faint flow of earth energy around it, it turned into tiny fireflies when it touched the jade platform's restrictions. It was obvious that its quality was not ideal...

"laugh--"

A muffled laugh like thunder rolled out of Hou Mushan's throat, and his black iron wristband clashed with the white jade table. "I thought you, Old Six, were extremely lucky, and you actually caught a rare Dao Mark like a treasure from the universe. How come..."

He deliberately dragged out the last word, and a yellow light shot out from his fingertips, poking at the earth and stone. "It's actually an ordinary Xirang Dao Mark?"

As he sneered, rustling sounds suddenly arose from all sides of Diaolongtai, and several tense backs relaxed.

The bright fishing line entwined between the fingers of the moon-robed female cultivator to the east unfurled again, while the wrinkles around the mouth of Dong Yi, dressed in a purple cloak to the west, faded a little. The thousand-layered sea of ​​fog swirled beneath the cloud platform, echoing the emotions of the crowd...

The bearded man was not annoyed. He used two fingers to lift the soil and rocks and put them into the gilded dragon-patterned pot at his waist. A dark light flashed across the gluttonous swallowing mouth of the pot, which absorbed all the aura of the earth veins.

"Don't scare me, brother."

He flicked the hanging fishing hook with his fingers, the sound of metal clashing mixed with laughter, "Without the fruit of the Tao, why bother striving for the fortune in the clouds? It would be better to..."

Before he finished speaking, the fishing hook had already broken through the clouds and waves, and the silver line drew a mysterious trajectory in the rosy glow.

"Take advantage of this flood season to catch more fifth-order Dao Marks. This will save you a lot of effort in the future..."

"Deadwood!"

Atsugiyama cursed and laughed as a ray of light shot out, hitting the bearded man's heart-protection mirror and sparks flew out.

"Do you think this is like a mortal fisherman casting his net?"

Even so, a smile flickered in his eyes. When he turned around, the round fishing rod had already stirred up a hundred-foot-long vortex...

Inside the Taixu Pavilion, the Dao Lords nodded secretly upon seeing this.

"I don't envy the feathers in the clouds, I only guard the roots among the dust." A white-haired old man at the top stroked his beard and smiled, and a dim star somewhere on the compass in front of him suddenly flickered for a moment.

"This person's heart of Taoism is clearer than some people who insist on being the best..."

Although Chen Mu didn't know how the True Lords would judge, he had some thoughts in his mind.

Know your shortcomings and then make progress; look at the distant mountains and work hard.

He thought to himself that if he were in the other's shoes, he would make the same choice.

Having grand ambitions is commendable, but what is even more rare is a clear understanding of oneself.

Now that we know our shortcomings, we should keep working hard and practice diligently, hoping to achieve success in the future.

Don't waste your time and opportunities by doing things that will lead to no results...

Of course, he was different from that big man after all.

Although he is at the Nascent Soul stage, he carries the Dao Fruit and has the possibility of giving it a try.

After all, fishing is not about fighting for supremacy, and the level of realm is secondary.

Compared to True Lords like Murong Xi, he was just a little lacking in maturity...

Looking up, the Taoist Changsheng is the proof.

He and he were both in the realm of perfect Nascent Soul, but because of a ray of spiritual light from the Dao Fruit enlightened by the Immortal Lord, he was now no different from the other Dao Lords. With his eyes closed and his mind focused, the Dao rhythm flowed, and his Qi attracted the best Dao marks in the flood period.

However, there are still only a few people who have the fruit of the Tao or cultivators who have similar methods as the Taoist Changsheng. Looking around, Chen Mu saw only about twenty people who were fishing with their eyes closed.

This ratio isn't that large, after all, there are several cultivators from other cities mixed in...

Seeing this situation, Chen Mu was not in a hurry to cast the rod. Instead, he concentrated on observing the techniques of his fellow disciples, paying special attention to several water-attributed True Lords.

When his gaze lingered on True Lord Xuanye, the man in green seemed to sense something, and the fishing line trembled slightly as he flicked his sleeve, and he took the opportunity to point out the key points to him.

This was something Murong Xi couldn't explain in advance. After all, the Xun Dynasty was constantly changing. What he was saying now was also what Master Xuan Ye had constantly realized...

Seeing Master Xuanye raise his wrist and reel in the fishing rod, a fifth-level Dao mark with a bright spiritual light turned into a fish swimming into the pot.

"The Dao Mark is spiritual. We should treat it with sincerity and wait for fate."

Zhenjun Xuanye laughed out loud and said, "Did Zhenren Chen gain anything?"

"Thank you for your guidance..."

Chen Mu smiled indifferently, and a black jade fishing rod suddenly appeared in his hand. It was the "Hidden Scales and Dragging Moon". Before the fishing line was lowered, black smoke clouds were already flowing, spreading a layer of clear light in the surging tide of Daohen.

True Lord Xuanye was secretly surprised, but he could see the excellence of this fishing rod and couldn't help but feel emotional.

Although Chen Mu's realm is temporarily behind, he has already manifested the Dao Fruit, and with the support of the Immortal Lord Fu Yuan, if given time, his achievements will surely exceed the imagination of ordinary people...

Chen Mu had no time to pay attention to the other party's sigh. His slender fingers rested on the black jade fishing rod without moving.

Thousands of feet of sea of ​​clouds surged into a vortex in his eyes, and when his consciousness fell along the frost line, it actually stirred up circles of water-colored ripples in the void.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were suspended, and he seemed to have entered a small world of nothingness.

The chaotic torrent, carrying billions of stars, rushed towards him, and the five-colored spiritual light of gold, wood, water, fire and earth flew around like fish. There was also purple lightning and thunder splitting the clouds and mist, and the Xun wind, carrying the yin and yang energies, dispersed between his fingers.

He sensed silently for a moment, and did not rush to activate the Shuize Dao Fruit. He just circulated the "Taiyin Yuepo Chaosheng Seal Scripture" throughout his body, and the cold jade fishing bait immediately emitted a faint blue halo.

This is not an ordinary ripple, but the sound of the tide condensed into seal characters, knocking on the void layer by layer. It is the unique fishing method of Chaosheng Pavilion.

Originally, he just wanted to test the depth of his own Taoism foundation and practice the fishing sequence in advance. Unexpectedly, as soon as the seal characters appeared, twelve rainbow lights gathered around like a swarm of bees smelling nectar.

Among them, the four water-phase spiritual patterns were particularly bright, projecting four illusions on the frost line:
A small dragon with curly whiskers was coiled in the green waves on the left. Although it had no majestic dragon horns, each scale of its armor was flowing with the energy of the blue sky. However, it could only move back and forth within three feet, and the trajectory of the swinging of its tail fin was like that of a puppet controlled by invisible silk threads.

On the right side, in the white mist, stood a giant deer with black patterns, with nine-curve water patterns under its feet. Whenever it lowered its head to sip the illusory mist, its antlers would burst into layers of ice crystals, which in a moment turned into dewdrops and fell into the void.

It was clearly the manifestation of the Dao Mark, and his eyes contained the wisdom of a living being.

As for the two in the middle, they are two similar flowers with swaying branches. Apart from the colors of gold and black, there is not much difference between them.

If the previous Chen Mu were asked to identify, he would definitely not be able to tell which of the four Dao Marks was better or worse based only on what he saw. But now, he has already understood the trick, which is to divide them according to the spirituality of the shapes that appear on the Dao Marks.

For example, the hornless little dragon, although it looks flexible, is actually quite rigid. It just flies around the fishing hook. Its appearance is definitely not good.

On the other hand, the giant deer, although its movements are slow, is very smart. It looks like a real deer when it pokes its head out. It is so smart that it is indeed a top-grade Dao mark.

As for the two flowers and plants, they were slightly inferior, but still much stronger than the hornless dragon...

Now that we know the pros and cons, the decision becomes much easier.

After all, if it's just for practice, the grade should be close to the real goal in order to feel it's real, right?

Chen Mu's mind was at peace. He quickly waved away the remaining Dao marks and pointed a finger with his mind, which happened to hit the center of the giant deer's eyebrows.

The next moment, his mind quickly returned to itself like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Ding--"

The fishing rod in his hand suddenly bent into a full moon, and seven azure star sands burst out from the tip of the rod.

At the same time, from the depths of the cloud vortex came the long cry of a deer, like a rising tide, with ripples spreading outward.

Chen Mu's eyelids opened slightly, his expression unchanged.

Even if the fishing rod in his hand vibrated violently and the tip was bent like a full moon, it could not move him at all.

Compared to the innate strength of the Kunling bloodline, his fourth-level strength cultivation body is even better...

However, this struggle only attracted the attention of a few people. The reason why it was called a few people was that as time went by, the fruits of the Tao of the True Lords had been spread out in the sky into a magnificent picture.

For example, his senior sister Murong Xi's three-foot green sword exudes the cold light of the tide, and the Shengsheng Yunshui Sword hangs above the Crimson Palace, like the moon dipped in frost.

And where the hook was, lines of clouds and water appeared like fish leaping out of the water, just to attract her attention.

However, the falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless.

Murong Xi and other True Lords only seek this top-grade Dao Mark, so why would they waste their time and energy on other things?

And she's not the only one.

The Hun Tian star disk floating behind Guan Xingzi's head was swallowing and spitting out the stars in the sky, and the twenty-eight constellations flickered like breathing.

The slender fire snake wrapped around Jin Tianqi's arm spewed out purple flames that burned the sky, burning the surrounding clouds into glass-colored mist.

Every time the Red-Eyed Jade-Bone Tiger beside Yan Yuhu took a step, a lava red lotus blossomed beneath its feet...

The radiance of various Dharma images interweaves, dyeing the entire sea of ​​clouds into a neon fantasy.

Meanwhile, the cry of a deer from the northeast corner seemed like a splash of ink in a landscape painting, inevitably seeming a bit ordinary...

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(End of this chapter)