The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 111 The Name of the Immortal Sect
"Oh~"

"Great! We have our own magic boat now!"

"We really have to thank that old ghost Wang. We should light some incense for him later."

"..."

These wandering knights from the East China Sea were both excited and curious, and they gathered in twos and threes around the flying boat, chatting amongst themselves.

The Dharma Boat, with its keel, assists in the prohibitions of the Dharma. It possesses unfathomable abilities, roaming the four seas and eight wastelands, ascending to the Netherworld to pay homage to the gods of the underworld, and descending to the vast ocean to explore the endless lands of all ages.

Inheriting the Daoist tradition, it has three aspects: the Dharma, companions, and the land. In addition, it has a Dharma boat, several carriages, and a camp of soldiers in the altar. It can be said to be a heretical sect!

In the eyes of these wandering knights, this mid-grade magic boat was truly an extraordinary object.

However, Pei and Guan felt bitter inside.

Although this magic boat was excellent, the two of them poured all their most treasured millions of Dao Zhu into it, not to mention that "Lord Wang" had previously forcibly taken away several million Dao Zhu.

"I am somewhat familiar with barrier formations, so there is no need to specially invite a battalion of formation masters. I will find some clever ones among our men and teach them for a few months. They should be able to maintain the magic boat on their own."

"Two thousand miles north of here lies Fangzhang Immortal Continent, Brother Pei..."

The pipe spirit, observing the flow of various treasures and restrictions from the pavilion atop the Dharma Boat, turned to discuss the matter with Pei Jiu.

The matters concerning the Dharma Boat were not particularly important; the only thing that made him hesitate was the journey back.

He also wanted to join the Beast Taming Immortal Sect to acquire another semi-mature mirage dragon beast, and since the wandering Taoist priests who had protected his boat under Li Jun's protection should perhaps be congratulated...

“However, I still have more than two million Dao Zhu in my pocket. The three million Dao Zhu worth of goods that were intercepted by the bandits can be divided among the Yang family and the East Sea Immortal City. I will go and discuss it myself.”

Pei Jiu nodded slowly, walked to the windowsill, flipped his right hand, and immediately tossed a storage ring into Pei Daoren's hand.

He and his companions were navigating the seas with a life-or-death crisis, so naturally they couldn't bear all the risks.

Gazing at the sea of ​​clouds beyond the flying boat, Pei Jiu exhaled a long breath, turned his head with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice:
"Brother Guan, after this, I think I should never go to sea again!"

This sudden remark immediately shocked the Daoist priest and left the three heroes in charge in disbelief.

But clearly, we just acquired such a treasure ship! We just defeated that Marquis Wang, and even Xuan Gu Immortal City is filled with the fame of Pei Jiu!
The faces of the few chivalrous men born into wealthy families changed drastically, but before they could speak, Pei Daoren stopped them, preventing them from offering any advice.

"Listen to me first." Master Pei looked around at the four people in front of him and pressed down with his right palm.

"Neither you nor I have entered the path of cultivation to spend our lives adrift on the sea. To roam the four seas is freedom, but compared to pursuing immortality, it is nothing."

"At the upper level of Qi Refining, one's lifespan is two hundred years. One can witness the rise and fall of six dynasties. Is that truly liberating? At the lower level of the Purple Mansion, one's foundation is just beginning to take shape. Flying and escaping are merely commonplace. Initially, one's lifespan is three hundred and sixty years. Once one attains the upper level of the Purple Mansion, one's lifespan will exceed four hundred and eighty years. What will that be like then?"

“Recently, my foundation has been stirring, like the thunder of spring and the sprouting of yellow buds. I think the bottleneck in my foundation at the Purple Mansion level will soon loosen.”

"I own two sacred estates in Asahi Prefecture, Tokaido, which yield abundant harvests every year. Within these estates, I also possess a declining lineage of cultivation, which has been maintained for two cycles of sixty years, with daily necessities and all kinds of provisions provided without the slightest interruption..."

"After returning to the East Sea, I will reorganize the lineage, settle all affairs of the manor, and establish a lineage of Thunder God's external magic in that prefecture and county."

"When I become the Lord of the Thunder God Sect, I will have Brother Guan become the head of this lineage, and all the young men will cultivate the Thunder-Drawing Technique together, hoping to achieve immortality. You and I have been entrusted with this mission for many years, traveling to eighteen countries across the two seas. It is time for us to sit at the table and become chess players!"

As soon as Pei Jiu took the Thunder Sword, lightning immediately struck, his will and heart as powerful as the thunder.

He wanted to share wealth and honor with these fellow Daoists who had shared his life with him!

Even though the East China Sea is a mixed bag, with more open and covert attacks than overseas, it is still the right path that has always been there.

Once he combines the Pei family manor with the various branches of the Thunder-Drawing Dharma lineage, he will immediately have five or six people at the Purple Mansion Dao Foundation stage.

That lineage had been supported by him for a long time, and as the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding," so he wouldn't dare to make a second sound.

"Besides, how much profit can merchants make overseas? Once I am established in the Purple Mansion, I will build a spiritual peak and construct a mountain gate and Taoist temple to support my disciples for three generations."

"Relying on the Dharma Boat, and accepting the invitation of the Five Immortal Sects, we will enter the shattered ancient Netherworld to explore the mysteries of Yin and Yang, life and death. In the various regions of the Netherworld, we will gather the spiritual plants and precious medicines of the underworld and observe the ancient treasures of the ghost path. This is what we should do!"

Despite Pei Jiu's straightforward and guileless demeanor, he sees further and has higher aspirations than Dao Ren.

From the day he mastered the external method of drawing lightning, from the day he decided to go to the Seven Star Pavilion to retrieve a magic boat, he had already made up his mind to align himself with the Five Immortal Sects of the Southern Kingdom.

This unexpected turn of events transformed the low-grade magic boat he had anticipated into a mid-grade Flying Swallow Magic Boat. Wasn't this divine intervention?
Pei Jiu then proceeded to depict the vast territory in detail, and the four people in the hall could hardly disobey him. They all stared intently at this ship captain.

The chivalrous Taoists at the upper level of Qi Refining praised and bowed repeatedly. Even after a rough deduction by the Taoist, Pei Jiu's move was indeed feasible!

"So, does that mean we can also join a side sect and become a Taoist priest?"

"I've been craving Master's lightning-summoning technique for a long time, and now I can finally practice it openly..."

“Brother Pei, you…” The Taoist hesitated for a moment, then suddenly seemed to recognize this fellow Taoist in a new light.

This made him somewhat melancholy. He had been raising dragonfish and dominating the East China Sea for over sixty years. Was he really going to never leave the East China Sea again?
'No, perhaps, if I were to join the Beast Taming Immortal Sect, I shouldn't seek to raise another mirage dragon. I should instead exchange it for a Water Dragon Pearl, infuse it with a Chiwen Dragon Transformation Seal, and let this dragon-fish transform into the image of Chiwen.'

It is often said that the dragon has nine sons, each different from the other. One of the bloodlines of these nine dragon offshoots is Chiwen!

Chiwen is a dragon with a fish's body. It can control clouds and rain, likes to climb high, enjoys swallowing fire, and is skilled in water magic. It is the ninth of the nine sons of the dragon.

Finally, Master Pei revealed his future plans, and all the Daoists immediately changed their focus. This is what is meant by a lone cultivator toiling for a hundred years, only to one day turn the tables!
The path of cultivation is inherently about gradually altering one's destiny...

While Pei Jiu and the others were discussing and predicting the future trends in the Peak Pavilion.

Sudden.

The entire Dharma boat suddenly stopped, as if it had crashed into an invisible wall, and then it plummeted straight into the sea.

If it weren't for the Dharma Boat Treasure Barrier blocking the attack, who knows what the outcome would have been!

Fortunately, the falling Dharma boat quickly stabilized its descent. Then, a cloud of rain and mist dispersed, and a vast expanse of water vapor transformed into five cloud peaks that lifted the flying swallow Dharma boat.

Above the dark cloud, five 'wei'-shaped seals shone brightly, and six soul-summoning talismans descended from the horizon, as if the underworld ruler had taken pity on and protected the human world.

At this moment, the two Taoists on the Dharma Boat Cloud Pavilion hurried out, looking at the young Taoist standing alone at the bow of the Dharma Boat, their faces filled with extreme shame.

The group was pointing out the landscape from the Dharma Boat Cloud Pavilion, no longer paying attention to the situation ahead. This carelessness could have led to trouble!
Li Qing stood at the bow of the ship, the Xuan Yin Qi in his palm flickering faintly. He held up the entire Dharma boat with his palm, while the Mad Master - Jiazi Linglong stood silently to one side. Clouds and rain filled the ghostly realm, fixing everyone in place in this void.

“It’s a no-fly barrier!” Li Qing frowned and said in a deep voice.

There were no obstacles in front of the magic boat, but it accidentally entered this anti-air barrier, which almost caused it to lose control.

At this moment, the protective aura on the magic boat was slowly dimming, relying entirely on Li Qing and Linglong Chang's ghostly aura to keep it afloat.

"Anti-flight barrier?"

The pipeman hurried over, and as he peered down from the edge of the flying boat, he saw only an ordinary coastal island, which should still be on the edge of the maritime territory of various nations! How could this be…

"Everyone, look!"

"What it is?"

A cry of surprise rang out as two wandering knights at the stern of the magic boat pointed toward the horizon and hurriedly shoved those beside them.

What kind of scene was that?
On the distant horizon, six enormous treasure ships each supported a cloud platform. On these platforms, Taoist priests gathered, commanding troops, setting up altars, summoning thunder and divine light—a scene resembling a battle between immortal sects.

Beneath that treasure ship stood the most elite Yellow Turban warriors, towering over several dozen feet tall, with robust and powerful bodies, half-bound in yellow robes and with ribbons tied around their foreheads. A gathering of dozens of Yellow Turban warriors could overturn the sea and the heavens.

But at this moment, they were carrying a towering mountain on their shoulders with great difficulty.

The Yellow Turban Warrior glared angrily as he stepped from the Void Sea onto the continent. With each step he took, the continent trembled, causing the entire world to shake.

Thirty-six powerful immortals crossed the boundless Void Sea, huffing and puffing as they moved the thousand-foot-tall divine mountain toward the various kingdoms.

As the people on the Dharma Boat gazed at this scene, gazes also descended upon the Cloud Platform battlefield.

The head of the three sects, the Hunyuan Immortal Sect, was carrying out its mission of setting up a barrier, establishing a law altar, and mobilizing troops to subdue demons in this continent. However, an outsider unexpectedly broke in.

"Where is the Right Supervisor of the Eastern Abode?"

"You bastard, how dare you let outsiders trespass into this battlefield? Get them out of here immediately!"

On the cloud platform, a grandmaster of the abbot level revealed his arrogant figure. He stretched out his right hand, and immediately his sleeves expanded, turning into a hundred feet in size, as if he could hold up the entire world with a single palm.

A divine power, "Heaven-Shaking Hand," was unleashed from the sky. Immediately, the cloud-covered sleeves and the divine hand struck down, directly lifting up the Right Supervisor Taoist who was setting up a barrier outside.

At this moment, it was as if the Buddha had pressed down the Monkey King. This palm covered a hundred feet, with boundless power, truly like a god!

"Reporting to Venerable Master Shanghua, please forgive us. The outsider arrived in the Flying Swallow Treasure Boat with the speed of lightning, and my disciples did not have time to stop him..."

"This disciple will now go and drive these people away..."

The Purple Mansion Daoist, who was being held in the giant palm, looked bitter. He immediately bowed and admitted his mistake. He was also very sympathetic, and only then was he released by the giant palm.

"allow!"

Above the cloud platform, the celestial scene was once again obscured, and only one word was uttered.

Immediately, the three or five precious lights that were waiting rose up and rushed straight towards that dark and rainy place!

But, in the next instant, the being that was being surrounded on the continent also sensed something and suddenly raised its head.

It was a terrifying deity draped in a tattered Taoist robe, standing 108 zhang tall, with a string of shimmering magic beads around his neck, a large rattle drum hanging from his waist, and three heads growing profanely from his neck.

The head in the center has white hair and looks like an old Taoist priest; the head on the right has a red face and wide, angry eyes, like a Taoist guard; while the head on the left is completely the appearance of an evil skull.

Amidst the tattered clothes, one could see that the divine body had numerous gashes splitting open from between its flesh, revealing one after another constantly moving eyeballs.

The divine body turned around and looked around; all three heads simultaneously revealed a sinister grin:
"The gathering of the three flowers at the crown is not the Great Dao; the convergence of the five energies at the origin is difficult to achieve in its entirety!"

"If your Three Immortals Sect can obtain this Dao Fruit of all living beings, why can't I, the Heavenly Venerable, obtain it?"

"Hahahaha, having consumed a million essences, my path is nearing completion..."

(End of this chapter)