The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 110 Heading North to Enter the Immortal Sect

Tiannan.

Lin Yuan Mountain.

Four years have passed since Tiannan Temple descended the mountain to cleanse Tiannan. The Western Mang Corpse Cave was suppressed two years ago and is now under the control of the Tiannan Imperial Censorate, which intends to transform it into a "blessed land of the year's graves".

The thirty-six major demon mountains and seventy-two minor demon strongholds in the southwest were all swept away by the abyss. The ancient demons who were barely surviving in the deep mountains made an agreement with Yin Zu to draw a boundary of 1,800 li and stay far away in the southwest.

The chieftain of the south, through coercion and enticement by the head of the Tiannan Law Office, persuaded the old master of the Poison Gu Division, who was half-existing as a Yin spirit, to come down from the mountain. He used the three temptations of money, power, and sex to keep the old master's appetite in suspense, and made him travel between the prefectures of Tiannan and Qingping, intending to open a side sect in the southwest - the Five Poisons Sect.

Regardless of whether he's truly enjoying himself or just pretending, the point is, we'll never let that old fellow stay in the chieftain's territory and cause trouble again.

Tiannan Prefecture has never known such a peaceful time; everything is moving in a positive direction...

At this moment, on the Immortal Peak of Lin Yuan, the heads of the five academies gathered in the main hall. As the morning bell rang on the peak, these Daoists of the Primordial Qi Dao began to worship the morning glow and inhale the purple qi.

The reason why the Lin Yuan Mountain lineage is named "Guan" (观, meaning temple) is because of the rule that masters and disciples share the same teachings and practices. No matter which courtyard or hall one is in, they must gather here to practice every ten days.

Only those Taoists who have become disciples and are led by their masters to cultivate at the Immortal Peak can be considered core figures in the temple...

The rosy clouds drifted and purple aura arose, until the true essence of the great sun appeared high in the sky. Only then did the various Taoists gather their energy and conclude their practice. Of course, they also began to discuss the affairs of the temple.

"By the way, Abbot, yesterday a letter came from the East Sea, saying that a Qi Refining disciple appeared overseas and ruthlessly killed a local Purple Mansion cultivator in Peng Kingdom."

"This person seems to be surnamed Li?"

A man wearing a Taoist robe with purple and green mountain patterns suddenly remembered something. He flipped his right hand, held a letter in his palm, and pushed it with his magic power, sending it to the abbot.

This is the most sought-after Taoist priest of the Purple Mansion Upper Foundation Court in the past two years - Dingshan Daoren.

Yesterday, he received a letter from the East China Sea while he was in the mountains, and he was thinking of bringing it to the abbot for review.

"A disciple surnamed Li killed Zifu?"

"Whose disciple?"

“It seems we don’t have such a person in our temple! Li Huayong, the true disciple of the Law Enforcement Bureau, was still compiling the ‘Five-Character Bamboo Slips’ in the Foreign Affairs Hall yesterday…”

At this moment, there are more than ten people in the Purple Mansion at Lin Yuan Immortal Peak, plus the true disciples and personal disciples outside the hall, totaling only thirty to fifty people. Where is there any Daoist Li?

Perhaps someone committed a serious crime and is using the name of Tiannan?

"Really, have you forgotten the one from the outer courtyard who went missing more than a year ago? That one was none other than Li!"

When an old Daoist from the Danqi Academy called out the name, everyone seemed to wake from a dream and turned their attention to the head of the academy.

These people are all idiots!
With the foundation of the Purple Mansion Dao, the unity of the Three Elements, and photographic memory, it's nothing special for them. How could they possibly forget anything?
It's clearly a coordinated effort to shift the blame back to the head of the Wan Court - Bailong Court!
After all, that ghostly young master was someone the head of the compound had boasted he would keep, and it was he who had been looking after him.

The daytime wandering ghosts could get out of control at any moment, which was a task that none of the many Purple Mansion Daoists were willing or dared to take on. They all wished they could avoid that ghostly man, Li Qing!

"Is it really him? Peng Kingdom, which is in the sea outside Tiandu, that's really far away."

Who is with him? Or does he have accomplices?

The head of the compound raised an eyebrow and asked three questions in a row.

The events of a year and a half ago really spurred Bai Long on. He made a vow to support and take care of Gui Lang, Li Qing, but he disappeared without a trace in the South, and there has been no news of him for a year or two!

They didn't even leave a message.

Who knows whether you betrayed the sect, ran away, or died because you couldn't withstand the backlash from the Ghost Mother?
"It wasn't mentioned, but news came from the East China Sea that there is a Taoist who is related to my Tiannan Qi Cultivation Path."

"The outer sea is more than 300,000 li away from Tiannan. It is impossible for a Daoist disciple at the Qi Refining stage to cross such a distance in two years..."

Tiannan Temple Master Chen Jin shook her head.

The patriarch is nearing the end of his life, and he and the head of the Bailong Courtyard will likely face considerable pressure in the coming period.

There is neither the need nor the need for the temple to exert too much pressure or demand on Li Qing. In his opinion, it is best to let things take their natural course.
"I see!" The head of the compound's pupils flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

More than 300,000 li was truly too far, far enough to calm the slight ripples in his heart once again.

The abbot looked around at the various paths and made up his mind.

"The lineage is interdependent, and we help each other. This is the sect and the place of practice. But it will never be about binding everyone to this mountain with so-called rules that cannot be transgressed in the slightest."

This applies to every one of you!

“Li Qing was born into wealth and is favored by the Ghost Mother. It is more likely to be a marriage than a danger. He should be able to handle it.”

"Just know his whereabouts. Have the people in the Tokaido keep an eye on him. Once he returns to the South, let them know!"

Chen Jin saw it most clearly: Yin Zu was about to pass away in a few years, and Tiannan would be in chaos for a while, which was enough to make him and others extremely anxious.

Previously, Yin Zu used his power to suppress others and forcefully suppressed the White Bone Path. The seeds he sowed will likely not have a good outcome after Yin Zu's passing.

Let's wait until things stabilize in Tiannan before seeking out Li Qingguishan; that would minimize complications. Otherwise, the Lingnan White Bone Path, unjustly burdened with this responsibility, might really lose their temper on the spot…

Tiannan Temple roughly knew the whereabouts of Guilang-Liqing, but given the current abbot-Chen Jin's laissez-faire attitude, it was destined that there would be little interference or oppression.

Doing nothing is the key to success!
Meanwhile, at this time, the outer sea of ​​Tiandu.

Lixuzhou.

A Taoist priest, clad in a brocade cloud robe, stepped out from the void. In the next instant, his aura as a cultivator at the Purple Mansion Foundation Realm surged into the Three Heavens Cloud Layer.

Between the inner and outer heavens, all the energies interacted, and the changing primordial energy instantly stirred up the wind, rain, light, and darkness in the sky above the immortal city, causing clouds to gather in the daytime, rain to fall within the clouds, and wind to rise outside the rain. The strange phenomena were full of twists and turns.

Upon ascending the throne in the Purple Palace within the Netherworld, Li Qing's inner cosmic energy was bound to resonate with the rhythm of the Great Dao with the earth of this Heavenly Capital.

This is something that practitioners of the One Yuan Qi Dao must master. Only by understanding the changes in all Qi can one glimpse a corner of the Heavenly Heart.

The six elements swirled around the manor, and the candle dragon coiled around the eaves, chanting a long song. As the Taoist priest landed, the wandering knights and Taoists who were preparing the flying boats and other restrictions in the manor's training ground all looked up.

The two ship captains, Pei and Guan, immediately paused in their actions. Their eyes met, and both could see the undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

Fellow Daoist Li, after returning from your trip to the Seven Star Pavilion, you secluded yourself for several months. Is it true that you could no longer suppress the opportunity for advancement?
But... what a young Daoist from the Purple Mansion!
Judging from Li Jun's age, he is probably only recently reached adulthood. What kind of lineage do you think could cultivate such an outstanding disciple?

The Candle Dragon broke free from its usual constraints, spiraling upwards into the sky like a red dragon chasing the sun, obscuring the sky with horizontal clouds.

Amidst the unified expanse of all energies in the universe, a Taoist ascended into the sky, stepping step by step through the invisible void, stirring up ripples in the heavens, as if he were flying and leaving his mark.

Before long, the "candle" chased after it again, and with a touch of the six-crowned dragon head, it lifted Li Qing up, carrying the clouds and soaring into the blue sky, roaming the nine heavens without any support!
Dragons soar through the azure clouds and descend to the boundless ocean. They dwell in the mountains and awe all beasts. How could one have ever heard of a blue dragon that coils around the eaves and ridges every day?

Since “Zhu” arrived at the outer sea of ​​Tiandu, he has been confined to a room and a dwelling. Just like today, when Li Qing enters the Purple Palace, the primordial energy moves and all the energies change. How can this not be the feeling of knowing his heart and being able to break free from the cage?
The crimson dragon chases the sun, its body shrouded in rosy clouds, striking the sea of ​​clouds and surging across the vast ocean. It travels ten thousand miles north into the heavens and south to escape to the edge of the desolate sea, running rampant to the extreme.

Looking at "Candle" now, it has consumed medicinal bait and dragon jade. Its six-petaled dragon head resembles a crimson crown, with golden eyes and majestic bearing. Beneath its vermilion scales, purple aura and purple patterns are often visible. Its body is becoming increasingly robust, and its claws and teeth are becoming increasingly sharp. It is already beginning to show its majesty...

The Six Arts of the South are calligraphy, rites, music, charioteering, chess, and archery. Among them, rites and charioteering are the most superior. Riding a dragon to welcome an honored guest is considered the highest-level ceremony for ascending to heaven!
Having mastered the art of traversing heaven and earth, I gather immense power to enhance my body, surveying the heavens and earth, overlooking the five seas and four rivers... Li Qing had never felt so exhilarated. Riding a dragon to patrol the heavens, overlooking the mountains and seas, the desire to take another step forward grew stronger.

Let's first set a guiding principle, then summon a Yin spirit from the Purple Palace and Crimson Palace, select a True Person, and obtain a path to eight hundred years of immortality. That would be excellent.

On this side, Li Qingjin's Purple Mansion, with its three wheels patrolling the sky, exudes an unbridled aura, truly embodying high spirits; on the other side, many cultivators from the Desolate Ruins in Xuan Gu Immortal City also turned their attention to it. Soon, a law enforcement Daoist set up a flying magic weapon, fanned it with a banana leaf, and then led twelve Daoist soldiers to ascend into the clouds.

"Where did this Taoist come from? Doesn't he know that the Xuan Gu Immortal City is bounded by a law prohibiting air travel within a hundred miles? How dare he come and go so arrogantly, showing no respect for anyone?"

"If you can't give a reason, we'll detain you and imprison you in the Immortal Alliance for a few days..."

The Taoist priest, clad in a seven-star robe and holding a five-foot-long magic sword, stood atop a precious banana leaf and descended in a beam of blue light.

At this moment, Li Qing was on the day of his enlightenment, full of youthful vigor and ambition.

Suddenly, a beam of light rose into the sky from beneath the desolate island, and a shout echoed across the sea and sky, interrupting his thoughts.

He wasn't annoyed, but merely smiled slightly. He patted the head of the Candle Dragon with his right hand, and the red dragon swung its tail, turning its head straight up into the sky, which must have given the flying light a mouthful of tail wind.

One was a crimson dragon soaring high into the clouds, and the other was a blue light chasing its tail with undiminished anger. The two displayed a flying and chasing image on the Lixu Continent, which was caught by the cultivators of the Immortal City and left the whole city cheering!
"Hahaha, you're riding high on the spring breeze, aren't you delighted, Li Jun?"

Pei Daoren raised an eyebrow and gazed into the distance, pointing to the sky with his hand behind his back. He then turned and chatted and laughed with his men.

How could heroes of the sea and wandering knights of the East China Sea not be fond of such forbidden acts? Do they take pride in their sense of honor?

As the red dragon and the blue light chased each other high above, laughter could be heard from below, and many wandering knights and Taoists praised them endlessly.

Outside the Immortal City, the Flying Swallow Magic Boat spread its wings and rose into the air, its wings drooping and obscuring the clouds, like a real swallow skimming across a corner of the sea of ​​clouds, rapidly approaching Li Qing and the others.

"Li Jun, let's go, let's go to the abbot's quarters!"

The Flying Swallow Dharma Boat descended a corner, and a crack appeared in the spindle-shaped barrier. It slowed down its escape speed and, a dozen feet below the dragon, two heroes raised cloud banners and called out to Li Qing.

This was a chivalrous man who had shared life and death with Li Qing in that sea battle. His words showed less reverence for the Purple Mansion and more freedom of a fellow traveler.

Everyone had been waiting for this Lord Li for several months. Now that Lord Li had achieved success in his cultivation, they were happy, but it was time for him to go north to the Fangzhang Three Immortals Sect.

As for the law enforcement team of Immortal City? Hahaha, who cares about them!
The playful banter immediately made Li Qing chuckle and shake his head, losing all interest in the Taoist priest's attempts to manipulate the escape light.

How could he not know that all these meddlesome wandering knights were waiting to see him use his magic to knock that law enforcement Taoist off the clouds?
"coming."

Behold, the Taoist priest stood sideways at the head of the dragon, and with a smile, he flipped his right hand, pressing down with his slender and delicate palm. In an instant, the Five Directions Seal and the Six Paths Soul Talisman were simultaneously suppressed.

Within the Seven Star Daoist's sight, the giant hand suddenly seemed to transform into five towering peaks, its immense Daoist aura almost completely imprisoning the space several feet around him.

Minor Supernatural Power - Five Peaks Displacement Great Handprint.

He had heard of this technique before. The Taiyue Shangxing Sect and the Sanhuang Dadao Sect in the Southern Kingdom both had fragments of its transmission, making it a very good Daoist method.

However, after those five fingers, resembling five towering peaks, fell...

Sudden.

Six more talismans, resembling ghostly scribbles, descended from the tops of the five peaks. Each talisman contained fourteen characters, arranged in an unseen pattern that was impossible to look at directly, much like the Six Soul Banners in the underworld.

Before the Seven Star Taoist dared to look up, he was still caught in the trap.

"..."

In that instant, the Taoist priest and the Taoist soldiers on the banana leaf suddenly seemed to have lost their souls. A chilling aura shot from the soles of their feet straight up to the top of their heads and then invaded their entire bodies.

Boom boom! !
Amidst the clamor and laughter of the celestial Dharma boat, the unattended banana leaf slanted down onto the shore of the ruins, causing the Taoist priests and soldiers it carried to fall to the ground, landing on their backs.

At this moment, the Seven Star Daoist flipped himself up and looked up at the sky again. He saw that the Flying Swallow Treasure Ship had already erected a barrier and risen into the sea of ​​clouds.

"Who exactly is he?"

"That……"

The immortal cultivator frowned. Looking back on his memories of that young man, he only seemed to have seen him once a few months ago at a treacherous banquet in the Seven Star Pavilion.
The newly ascended Purple Mansion possesses such bizarre supernatural powers that it resembles an ancient soul-summoning technique.

What a scoundrel! I wonder which family's heir has come to cause trouble overseas again...

Meanwhile, at this moment, in the Seven Star Pavilion of Xuangu Immortal City.

The top of the seven-story cloud pavilion.

There was an old man in his twilight years, a dignified man, an arrogant young man, and three Taoist priests who looked very similar, sitting together in the cloud platform in the order of the character "山" (mountain).

The three men were like three great mountains, with the darkest one in the middle, Black Mountain, whose shadow cast by the sunlight revealed his thinness and old age.

The waning vital energy indicated that this Ninth Elder was nearing the end of his life.

The dignified middle-aged man on the left, whose shadow was cast by the sun like Mount Tai, was at the height of his power. He was one of the old Taoist's sons and a Seven Star Pavilion Master at the Purple Mansion Upper Foundation Realm.
The young man on the right, wearing a lotus crown, has a flamboyant figure, as majestic as Mount Huangshan. Although he still has some immaturity, he already has the strength of a young tiger.

He was the youngest grandson of the Ninth Elder, and the Sea-Sweeping General, Marquis Wang, had fallen at his hands, with half of his fleet falling under his command. This was the path the old Taoist had paved for his grandson, adding a great merit to his legacy…

This is a microcosm of three generations of the "Nine Elders" lineage of the Seven Star Pavilion.

"After I die, the sect may re-elect the ninth elder, or there may be no more ninth elders. Whether you want to or have the ability to compete for that position in the future is up to you!"

"I will pass on this Xuangu Immortal City and the Shaxu Sea Market to you and your father. But you must remember that this is what I leave for you two to help you on your future path."

"That's enough. Be content!"

"I have been away from Fangzhang Immortal Continent for 160 years, and here in Lixu Continent, I have gathered the treasures of seventeen countries and accumulated the wealth of the outer sea capital. All my actions are for the sake of three generations of longevity!"

"You two must not let those beautiful women and greasy, poisonous honeys bewitch your minds..."

The order of elders in the Seven Star Pavilion was never something he could control; the capable rose and the mediocre fell, nothing more.

Treasures and wealth, immense power and influence—but what good is that? What trend in the world is ever-changing, and what power dynamics remain unchanged?
The old Taoist priest gazed at the sea of ​​clouds on the horizon, listening to the seagulls and vultures fighting for food, and the sounds of bargaining in the marketplace.

Suddenly, he raised his head, and a divine light seemed to gather in his eyes.

In the heavens above, the young Taoist priest, full of vigor and ambition, ascended to heaven, riding a dragon as an honored guest. He roamed freely through the three cycles and three scenes of the sky, his crimson dragon singing merrily. He single-handedly suppressed the Seven Stars, and all the heroes of the four seas were satisfied.

Youth is wonderful.

He was once like that, standing out among his fellow disciples in that abbot's quarters, leading his generation, roaming the four seas and the capital. He also had a confidante in his arms and indulged in unrestrained arrogance for many years!
At this moment, memories flooded his mind, and he even felt homesick. He longed to return to the thatched hut he built when he first entered the Daoist path and sit there. He wanted to see the pear tree that he and his fellow disciples had planted together back then...

"My son! Bury me back in the sect. Hang a lock of my white hair in front of the thatched hut, and bury my ashes in any corner of Fangzhang Immortal Continent!"

The old man leaned back in his bamboo chair, closed his eyes weakly yet nostalgically, his mind filled with the image of that flamboyant young Taoist priest.

He's just like me back in my day!
People come and go in this world, countless cultivators. Some set out from here to ascend to the true stage of the Heavenly Capital. Others return here to stop, rest, and conclude their journey…

(End of this chapter)