Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1073 If the World Honored One can kneel to establish a Foundation Establishment, so can I!

Dark clouds filled the sky, and a chilling wind howled.

In this land of the dead, atop the towering peak, stands a palace, from which the faint sounds of string and wind instruments emanate, lingering endlessly.

Inside the palace, there was a wide table with plates of plump red fruits, each the size of a fist, bright as blood. Taking a bite, one could immediately feel the spiritual energy wafting through the air, which contained no trace of the ghostly death of the underworld, but was instead filled with the vitality that only the mortal world possessed.

"What a wonderful spiritual fruit."

At the table, a man dressed in a dragon robe took a red fruit from the plate, then took a big bite and ate it clean, his eyes showing nostalgia and satisfaction.

"Isn't it a good spiritual fruit?"

On the other side, a middle-aged man in official robes laughed and said, "These kinds of spiritual fruits, which are picked and carefully preserved in the mortal world, are now priceless in the underworld."

"It took us a lot of effort to get this."

"And this wine, it's a spiritual wine that only exists in this world. Its rich vitality is truly irresistible, as if I've returned to the time when I was alive."

Amidst laughter and conversation, glasses clinked.

At the same time, the palace gates opened, and rows of dancers, their sleeves trailing behind them, entered the main hall and began to dance gracefully amidst the misty purple aura.

In addition, servants played musical instruments all around. These were not ordinary folk songs, but celestial music. Wherever they passed, there were layers of iridescent colors, a variety of images, and a magnificent spectacle, giving people the illusion of "comprehending the Great Dao". Even ordinary True Lords could be mesmerized by the music.

The atmosphere inside the hall became more relaxed for a moment.

"Speaking of which, something seems to have happened at Beifeng Mountain. Not only has the entire mountain disappeared, but it has also been lured away from the mountain, resulting in His Majesty's clone being killed."

"Haha, those incompetent fools."

"Speaking of which, Shangxuan is located in Beifeng Mountain, isn't he? He's only been dead for a few thousand years, and he hasn't even had a few days to enjoy his life before this happens. He really is an unlucky guy."

"Bad luck? I think it's a lack of ability."

"When he confessed, I thought I misheard. A dignified mid-stage Golden Core cultivator actually lost to a True Monarch who had just attained enlightenment in the mortal world."

"Shame on you!"

"If I can lose even when facing opponents of a higher level, I would definitely defeat them within three moves if it were me."

“He mocked me, and he even said that I was a Holy Ancestor True Lord, and that we were not comparable. So what if I was a Holy Ancestor True Lord? I wasn’t afraid of him when I was alive.”

The laughter grew even more joyful.

"However, on the other hand, if things get stuck at Beifeng Mountain and His Majesty orders us to go and provide support, may I ask which of you fellow Daoists has the time to go?"

"Support? Forget it!"

"You can go if you want, I'm not going."

The man in the dragon robe waved his hand and immediately said, "Let the people of Beifeng Mountain fight their battles. What does that have to do with our Baodu Mountain? We'll just do our thing."

"Even if the sky falls, there's always someone taller to hold it up; it won't fall on us. We suffered so much in life, what's wrong with enjoying ourselves after death?" After saying that, the man in the dragon robe slapped the table again, urging the dancers below: "Get moving, keep playing the music and dancing!"

"Report——!"

Just then, a long sound suddenly came from outside the door, bursting into the hall and instantly breaking the cheerful atmosphere, causing the three people in front of the table to frown.

Immediately afterwards, a young man strode in.

He walked into the hall in a hurry, holding a scroll in his hand, and knelt down on the ground with a thud before the three people in front of him could speak.

"My lord! Something terrible has happened, my lord!"

".what happened?"

Upon hearing this, the leading man in the dragon robe immediately stood up and said coldly, "What's the rush? Could it be that the remnants of the Three Foundations have attacked?"

"Uh, no, not at all."

The young man blinked and whispered, "It's Beifeng Mountain. The mysterious person who killed His Majesty's clone seems to have gotten involved with the people from the Celestial Master's Mansion!"

Upon hearing this, the man in the dragon robe was stunned. The so-called "Celestial Master's Mansion" was naturally the force established by those magic cultivators from the mortal world. Now they were the leaders of the three foundational cultivators of the Underworld, and they had been stubbornly resisting in Luofu Mountain, even saying that they would build a fifth Ghost Realm.

".Um?"

Suddenly, the man in the dragon robe felt something was off. His gaze fell on the young man before him, he blinked, and then it seemed nothing was amiss. Was it just his imagination?
Before he could think it through, the young man's voice came again: "Their target seems to be His Majesty's true form; they want to surround and kill His Majesty's true form!"

"What!?"

These words instantly drew the attention of the man in the dragon robe: "Those remnants of the three foundations actually have the strength and audacity to do such a thing?"

"Where did the intelligence come from?"

"here!"

Lu Yang immediately held up the bundled scroll in his hand: "It's all here. I only discovered it after I captured a spy from the Celestial Master's Mansion."

—It's all the truth.

He did indeed make a deal with the Grand Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion, and he did indeed devise the plan after capturing Qing Kui, the Celestial Master's Mansion spy.

From some unknown time, the once brightly lit palace seemed to have fallen into some kind of eerie darkness. The dancers and servants all disappeared behind the lights, leaving only the flickering candlelight, which illuminated the faces of the four people present in half black and half white, concealing all the abnormalities that were out of the ordinary.

Even the secrets of cause and effect were blocked.

From beginning to end, Lü Yang simply found the face of a Daoist Necromancer True Monarch, swapped it on, and then walked into the main hall with an air of nonchalance.

No one noticed anything amiss.

The three Great True Lords of the Daoist Court accepted his existence with equanimity, listened to his report, and even patted him on the shoulder with encouragement.

Lu Yang was also very dedicated. The first thing he did upon entering the room was to land like a tiger and kneel down decisively. He took this opportunity to solidify the impression he made on the other party. As for the issue of face and honor of kneeling, he did not care about it at all, and it did not even cause any ripples in his mind.

After all, this was the simplest method he could come up with.

The means are not important as long as the goal can be achieved.

Even in the fabricated history of that time, the Buddha was able to kneel down and establish his foundation without hesitation.

What does it matter if I kneel before a few Great True Lords and pay my respects? To put it more politely, it could even be considered a legacy of the Dao Lord and a fine tradition of the Immortal Pivot!

Lu Yang knelt on the ground, holding up the [Conquest of the Heavenly Gate Diagram], and respectfully said:
"Please take a look, gentlemen."

Since things had come to this point, and given that what Lü Yang said was indeed "important intelligence," the man in the dragon robe reached out and took the scroll.

Then he froze.

Although Lü Yang's cultivation level was higher, at this point, being approached to this distance by a supreme treasure was already a life-or-death crisis.

He finally realized something was wrong.

However, at this moment, Lü Yang suddenly looked up, and the profound mystery of the [Covering Lamp Fire] was pushed to its limit, even using the secret technique of the Dao Fruit!

[The Divine Fruit of Yin and Yang Mirror]!
The dull light quickly crept onto the faces of the three Daoist Grand Masters, and a thought suddenly popped into their minds: No problem, it was just an illusion.

I am not in danger! I am safe!

He's not dead! He won't die!

Such a strong thought forcibly shifted their attention, making them ignore the irrationality before them and continue to let the scroll float gently toward them.

At the same time, Lü Yang also spoke softly, his voice low and deep, like a murmur:
"Don't worry, sir. This is just an ordinary scroll, but it contains important information. You must examine it carefully, or you might miss something."

He's right.

The man in the dragon robe felt a surge of agreement, but then he suddenly convulsed, his pupils darting around, and finally a hint of indescribable terror squeezed out of his eyes.

wrong! wrong!
Even if it's about transmitting information, shouldn't it be done with divine sense, or at least with jade slips? How could it be a scroll? What is this scroll anyway?
He felt there was a problem and needed to find a solution.
The next second, Lü Yang suddenly raised his voice, and at the same time, the boiling Xuanmiao was also raised: "I don't care what you think, I care what I think!"

"This is the intelligence!"

"Open it!"

Inside the main hall, the lights blazed brightly.

Finally, the man in the dragon robe firmly grasped the flying scroll in his hand, and then he and the two Daoist Grand Masters beside him saw a beam of light.

A look of despair, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly filled his pupils.

[The Heavenly Gate of Conquest Map], exploded!
(End of this chapter)