Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 77: Dan Jin Ceremony (Part )

Time passed quickly, and Lin Fan's Core Formation Ceremony was approaching in the blink of an eye. As soon as the news spread, the Yellow Maple Valley was like a deep pool into which a huge rock had been thrown, instantly bustling with activity, shattering the usual tranquility.

The other six major sects of Yue Kingdom—Yanyue Sect, Lingshou Mountain, Huadaowu, Jujian Sect, Qingxu Sect, and Tianque Fort—are all renowned forces in the world of immortal cultivation. Lin Fan's Jindan stage attainment is of immense significance, and to show their respect, each of the six major sects has painstakingly selected a single elite Jindan stage cultivator from among the many elite to attend the gathering.

The cultivator from the Moon-Blanking Sect was a middle-aged handsome man, dressed in a moon-white robe with flowing sleeves. He controlled a flying magical weapon that radiated a cool and cool light. A hazy glow swirled around him, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, drawing astonishment from the crowd. The magical weapon seemed to possess a spiritual presence, drawing graceful arcs as it flew, its light flickering and tinging the surrounding air with a hazy glow.

The cultivators of Spirit Beast Mountain appeared to be utterly domineering, commanding a massive, awe-inspiring spirit pet. Wherever it moved, the ground trembled slightly. The spirit pet's fur stood on end like steel needles, its large, copper-bell-like eyes gleaming with ferocity. Its bloody maw opened wide, and its roar was so deafening it stung the ears.

The monk from Huadaowu was surrounded by several sharp knives, each one flashing with a cold light, seemingly able to easily cut through space. As he flew, the knives spun at his sides at high speed, making a buzzing sound, as if ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any moment.

A cultivator from the Great Sword Sect carried an immense black sword, its blade engraved with mysterious runes and emitting an ancient, profound aura. He flew with the sword, though not at high speed. Every swing of the sword created a powerful gust of air, scattering the surrounding clouds with its force.

The Qingxu Sect cultivator, dressed in Taoist robes and holding a whisk, exuded an otherworldly aura. As he soared through the air, a faint azure mist enveloped him, making him seem like an immortal, inspiring awe.

The monk from Tianque Fort, dressed in black, carried a strangely shaped longbow on his back. The bow was inlaid with various rare gems and emitted a mysterious light. When he flew, his posture was nimble, like a cheetah in the dark night, always vigilant.

Wherever these Jindan-stage cultivators went, they attracted the attention of the disciples in the valley. The eyes of the younger disciples were filled with envy and admiration, longing to one day reach such a realm. And some of the more experienced disciples, though outwardly calm, could not help but reveal a hint of wonder in their eyes.

At the same time, many of Yue's immortal cultivation families also took action. They were well aware of the importance of the Yellow Maple Valley in Yue's immortal cultivation world, and Lin Fan's Dan formation was undoubtedly a perfect opportunity. Consequently, each of the major families sent out their Foundation Establishment cultivators, either the best of the younger generation or experienced core members.

Some of them rode on luxurious flying boats carefully built by their families. The boats were decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, and were decorated with all kinds of precious jade and gems, exuding an atmosphere of luxury; others piloted small and flexible flying magic tools, which were engraved with the unique imprint of their family and sparkled in the sun.

The cultivators from these immortal families, each with their own agenda, eagerly attended Lin Fan's Core Formation Ceremony, hoping to capitalize on the opportunity to gain the support of the Yellow Maple Valley and secure its protection. In this world of immortal cultivation, relying on a powerful sect is crucial to a family's survival and development.

On the day of the grand ceremony, the main hall square of Yellow Maple Valley was adorned like a celestial palace, its every detail adorned with a magnificent display of gold and jade. Huge fluorescent lamps, intricately carved with intricate runes, hung high around the square. These runes flickered as if imbued with life. The glow from the fluorescent lamps was soft and bright, illuminating the entire square like daylight, leaving no dark corners.

In the center of the square, a high platform built of precious spiritual wood rose from the ground. This spiritual wood was some kind of precious thousand-year-old spiritual wood, with fine grain and a faint fragrance that seemed to be wrapped in wisps of spiritual power.

On the high platform, there are a wide variety of rare treasures, including spiritual jade that emits colorful brilliance. Each piece is carved with exquisite craftsmanship, and the array patterns engraved on it are priceless at a glance.

There are also pills containing tremendous spiritual power. The pill bottles are all made of high-quality colored glass. The bottles are transparent, and you can clearly see the round and plump pills with attractive luster inside. The breath emitted by the pills alone makes the surrounding air become lively. These are all gifts for the pill-forming ceremony, and each one is worth a lot of money.

Representatives from various sects and families had already taken their seats in an orderly fashion. The representative from the Yanyue Sect sat gracefully in his chair, his gaze calm yet scrutinizing as he surveyed his surroundings. The representative from Spirit Beast Mountain sat carefree, his pet docilely crouching beside him, his eyes radiating an uninhibited and bold expression. The representative from the Huadaowu, his eyes sharp as a knife, stared intently at the platform, as if assessing the value of the treasures on it.

Representatives from other sects and families, each with their own thoughts, some calm and reserved, others filled with anticipation. Their gazes were all focused on the square's entrance, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the protagonist, Lin Fan. Just then, a melodious, graceful celestial music suddenly erupted. This melody was like the sounds of nature, its notes leaping and swirling through the air as if alive. Lin Fan was clad in a magnificent silver-white robe, embroidered with golden runes and images of cranes, wings spread wide. The runes shimmered in the dim light, and the cranes seemed poised to take flight at any moment.

Surrounded by several elders from the valley, Lin Fan walked slowly and steadily into the square. His face was rosy, like the rising sun in the morning, radiating vigor and vitality. His eyes revealed unwavering confidence, as if nothing in the world could stop him.

A subtle yet awe-inspiring aura emanated from his body. This aura, like an invisible wave, gently swept over the crowd present, drawing silent astonishment. Many people secretly thought that Lin Fan, who had already achieved Dan Formation at such a young age, must have a promising future.

"Today, Lin Fan of our Yellow Maple Valley has successfully formed his elixir. This is truly a blessing for the entire valley." Sect Leader Li Xuan stood tall and straight on the platform. His voice was resounding and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell, echoing throughout every corner of the square. "Thank you all for coming to witness this glorious moment."

As soon as the words fell, the audience erupted in enthusiastic congratulations. This lasted for a long time, and the scene was extremely lively, as if the entire Yellow Maple Valley was immersed in this joyous atmosphere.

The applause gradually died down, and under the gaze of the crowd, Lin Fan ascended the steps to the high platform laden with gifts. He turned and faced the representatives of various factions and family cultivators below. He first bowed respectfully to the headmaster, Li Xuan, and the elders. Then, standing straight, he spoke in a clear voice, "Lin Fan's achievements today are inseparable from the careful guidance of the teachers in the valley, and I am also grateful to all of you fellow practitioners for coming today to show your support."

As soon as the words fell, the Yanyue Sect's representative rose. She was a beautiful middle-aged woman, brimming with the majestic spiritual energy of an early Jindan stage. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, and her eyes radiated the Yanyue Sect's uniquely cool aura. Unbeknownst to her, a delicate brocade box had appeared between her slender fingers. Wrapped in fine silk, it faintly emitted a soft glow.

The beautiful woman moved with graceful steps, each one seeming to touch the hearts of everyone, her grace utterly captivating. She ascended the steps, reaching the platform, and handed the brocade box to Lin Fan. A perfectly composed smile graced her lips, and her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Lin, on your successful Core Formation. This is a small token of our Yanyue Sect's appreciation. This box contains the 'Moon Spirit Condensation', which is highly effective in stabilizing the initial Core Formation stage. I hope Fellow Daoist Lin will accept it."

Lin Fan took the brocade box with a respectful expression, his hands steady, and bowed slightly, speaking earnestly: "Thank you for the generous gift, Fairy. Lin Fan will cherish it and remember this friendship."

The beautiful middle-aged woman gracefully descended the platform, her sleeves fluttering in the air, a faint moonlight shimmering down. Immediately afterwards, the representative from Spirit Beast Mountain strode forward. He was a burly man, brimming with spiritual energy, and evidently also at the early stages of the Core Formation stage.

The large man acted decisively, striding over to Lin Fan. His sturdy arms reached into his bosom and pulled out a hide bag. The hide, worn through the years, had an antique patina, and strange patterns were faintly visible on it.

The big man's eyes were filled with generosity. Without a word, he raised his arm and threw the animal hide bag towards Lin Fan. His laughter was as loud as a bell. "Brother Lin! This bag contains the 'Rhinoceros Horn Powder' that is unique to my Spirit Beast Mountain. Once you take it, I guarantee that the speed of your spiritual energy will increase greatly, and your path to cultivation will be like a winged dragon!"

Lin Fan's eyes fixed, and he calmly extended his hands to steadily catch the animal hide bag. He then thanked him repeatedly, his words filled with sincerity: "Thank you so much for this generous gift, brother. I truly cannot accept such a precious gift. If you need me in the future, I will definitely do my best to help you!"

The Huadaowu representative flashed like a ghost, appearing on the platform in the blink of an eye. He flipped his hands in the air, and several flying knives whirled rapidly from his fingertips, flashing cold light like nimble silver snakes. Then, with a flick of his wrist like a spirited snake, the knives whizzed into a dazzling stream of light, piercing the ground at the edge of the platform with unerring precision. In the blink of an eye, they formed a strange and eerie pattern. The pattern was intricate and complex, emitting a subtle, mysterious spiritual energy that drew attention.

"Friend Lin, these flying knives were made by me personally. They contain the unique refining techniques and spiritual power imprints of Huadaowu. I hope you like them." The representative of Huadaowu spoke sincerely, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he cared a lot about Lin Fan's opinion of this gift.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan's expression straightened. He quickly stepped forward, leaning over and pulling the throwing knives one by one from the ground. As he grasped the hilts, a surge of power instantly spread through his arms and throughout his body, causing him to shudder slightly. The power was like a beast sealed within the knife, awaiting its master's call. He raised his head solemnly, his eyes firm as he spoke, "Thank you, sir. These throwing knives are incredibly powerful. Lin Fan will not let you down."

(End of this chapter)