Symbiotic panel, I am cultivating immortality in the world of immortality

Chapter 173 Who's More of a Playboy?
"legend……"

Wei Qingye looked up at the cloudless sky and seemed to be able to see, in the distance, the sword mountain that pierced straight into the blue sky like a wound.

"At certain times, tears of the blue sky will appear in this sky. These are actually fragments of the falling celestial veins, some large and some small."

"It is the only celestial phenomenon in this almost unchanging world, where there is no rain, snow, wind, or frost. Although it trails a dazzling light as it falls, it suddenly changes location when it actually hits the ground."

"It is said that those who can obtain the Heavenly Vein Fragment will possess supernatural talents that ordinary people cannot achieve."

Those great supernatural powers were left behind by the ancestors of the five regions—east, west, south, north, and center—when they established order in the universe. I was fortunate enough to survive being hit by a fragment of a celestial vein during my Qi Refining period.”

"This legend has been circulating in the Southern Region for a long time."

Ok?
Is this really just good fortune?
Well, thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem wrong. To be hit by a meteor and still survive during the Qi Refining stage is indeed quite lucky.

So, was the fall of the Heavenly Vein fragments actually a stroke of good fortune?

Moreover, it is the supernatural power of the founders of various schools to regulate the universe.
He couldn't help but glance at Wei Qingye a few more times, and a strange guess formed in his mind: could it be that the guy's luck of becoming stronger every time he suffers comes from this fortuitous encounter?
But curiosity is just curiosity. This clearly involves the cultivator's own secrets, so he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to ask. Instead, he pretended to summon the Melody of Understanding.

"I'll see if I can communicate with this spiritual plant and try to find the area where the celestial vein fell."

As he spoke, he gently played a love tune.

Ripples like willow branches surround the Heavenly Bamboo, enveloping it in a serene glow, as if cautiously trying to touch the bamboo's surface, which reflects different colors.

He only wanted to put on an act.

After all, this kind of spiritual plant looks quite special, and the fall of the Heavenly Vein is still unpredictable, which means that other predecessors have no way to deal with it either.

Even the most powerful Tongqing Melody is still a sect's inheritance, and his master, Master Suxing, also knows it.

But the result left him somewhat stunned.

—The gentle light slowly seeped into the Heavenly Vein Bamboo Shoot. In that instant, Li Ye felt an endless sky and behind the azure sky, colorless but extremely beautiful rivers.

It's just a fleeting moment.

The clear, distant light captivated all of Li Ye's senses, leaving him feeling cold and devoid of consciousness, as if he were surrounded by an endless sea of ​​streams.

There seems to be a patch of light that's about to fall off somewhere in the east.

But a golden halo that suddenly appeared beside his consciousness forcibly blocked his perception of the light, and he came back to his senses in the next instant.

That's why he couldn't see the brilliance near the light spot; in fact, everything was in flux.

He was completely soaked in sweat.

The people nearby stood up anxiously:

"Fellow?"

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you?"

Li Ye took a few deep breaths and gently shook his head: "I've discovered something."

He hadn't expected that the Song of Understanding could so directly reach the "blue sky" (heavenly realm). If it weren't for the light of his own merit blocking it, he probably would have suffered some hardship.

Moreover, he can't even remember what he saw.

Everyone remained silent, giving Li Ye quiet space to think. After a while, Li Ye finally spoke:

"Seven days later."

"It should be to the east!"

Although his words came as abrupt, the people present immediately understood what he meant: a fragment of the Heavenly Vein! It would fall to the east in seven days!

"Fellow Daoist," Qin Qian solemnly cupped his hands, "If you can truly capture the fragments of the Heavenly Vein, all I need to do is revive the Heavenly Vein Bamboo, and the Heavenly Vein will belong to you, Fellow Daoist. I will also immediately send you the elixir."

The museum owner showed no objection, and Wei Qingye was even less likely to have one.

Li Ye looked at him, making sure he wasn't joking, and then nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I'll take care of treating the Heavenly Vein Bamboo."

In fact, Li Ye could have kept quiet. They understood that this was to show that they had no intention of competing for it—and since Li Ye was now a doctor, he wouldn't hide the "medicine" used to treat the illness.

What is rightfully his will always be his.

Sometimes, what you gain unintentionally is more than what you get.

……

After discussing capturing the Heavenly Vein Fragment in seven days, Li Ye left the martial arts hall alone, intending to wander around the place.

At the same time, he was also observing the changes in the Jianmu tree and the book from Xiguang Village that he hadn't looked at since he got it, which was inside the Jianmu tree.

The contents of that book were indeed interesting; it was clearly not something the people of that small village had compiled themselves, and some of the things were quite old.

It must have been passed down by even more mysterious cultivators.

The first part is an introduction to creating a magical artifact for storing wishes, called the "Wish Storage Lamp." It requires some very rare materials and also requires a master craftsman to draw the artifact's patterns.

Li Ye silently estimated the cost of materials needed to make such a wish-giving lamp, and then immediately felt that he might not have enough spirit stones.

A rough calculation shows it would cost a full six million spirit stones—that's all the income the local feed store earned after clearing out its inventory.

Furthermore, if one wishes to continue nurturing the Wishing Lamp, one must use a type of illusory star sand that can only be produced in extraterrestrial star rivers. After nurturing it for a long time, it can transform from the Wishing Lamp into a brand-new magic weapon called the "Falling Star Lamp".

The Falling Star Lamp can store almost endless wish power, and this wish power can also help the Falling Star Lamp develop spirituality, assisting cultivators in managing the wish power flowing from it.

"It does look quite nice, and there's a reason it's expensive..."

Li Ye thought about it and decided that if they were going to do it, they should do it the best to avoid trouble later.

He silently memorized the materials, intending to collect and create them whenever he had the chance.

He then read about methods for controlling and shaping willpower.

This must be Old Jiang's magic.

Finally, a method was discovered to create special spiritual objects that resembled deities but were actually "wish gods" based on the power of will.

The so-called "wish gods" are those whose magic is the power of wishes. For example, the wish to be full is the power to help crops grow and take root.

They won't give you the finished product directly.

There's even speculation that if one could use endless willpower, one could even create an infinitely powerful god of willpower.

But that requires that these countless wishes be without the slightest impurity, and that they all strive toward a single goal. If there is any impurity among them, it will be like termites hiding in a house, gradually eroding the wishes.

At the very end, she also listed the "gods of wishing" that she had created with her friends, a total of five.

One of the names was so familiar that it made Li Ye pause slightly.

"Ground-Local Bacteria God".

In other words, the local mycelium actually has this kind of origin.

He immediately stopped and carefully examined the records about the local mycelium, his brows furrowing and relaxing before slowly stepping forward. The contents of the records deeply impressed him.

It turns out that the Earthly Mycelium has a system of division of labor just like that of humans. At the very top is the Earthly Mycelium God, below which are the War Mycelium and Peace Mycelium responsible for conquering and building the divine court kingdom, and further down are the "chefs" responsible for the entire divine court kingdom.

The chef is responsible for the food of the entire Divine Kingdom, from itself to the Earthly Fungus God. It can also obtain some of the unique power of the Fungus God's will from the Earthly Fungus God to help it transform.

Therefore, what he received was only the "kitchen fungus" responsible for providing food, rather than the "fungus god" at the very top of the mycelium.

"Just who is this senior? I've never heard of this in the sect. It's really quite terrifying."

Li Ye muttered to himself, deciding to ask his master again when he got back to see if he could find out the truth.

He's a focused person who can also let go quickly. After deciding to go back and ask again, he concentrated on observing the scenery around him.

This place is indeed different from the market town of Sishizong. That place is more like a "flower, bird, fish and insect market," while here, all kinds of weapons and grains are sold.

Those weapons weren't crudely made; some were even magical treasures, which were openly displayed outside. The most common type of weapon was the sword.

All kinds of swords are available, including long swords, short swords, flexible swords, and greatswords.

Unfortunately, Li Ye wasn't really interested in these swords; he was more interested in what kind of food was being sold there. He discovered that it was mostly flour, with bags of flour piled up there.

The small shops and eateries next door also sell all kinds of noodles.

Looking at the bowls of noodles with large chunks of braised beef, a few scallions, and chili oil, he suddenly felt a little hungry.

He didn't care about the size of the shop; he just followed his nose and found a mobile stall in an alley. After sitting down, he called out, "A bowl of noodles, extra spicy, please!"

The busy young man serving noodles immediately called out, "Alright, please wait a moment, esteemed guest!"

Not far away by the stove, a very tall young man skillfully broke apart the dough. His movements were crisp and neat. He tossed the dough and stretched it into noodles of uniform thickness, then threw them into the boiling water.

As soon as the noodles rolled in the bubbling boiling water, the proprietress next to her immediately picked up a spoon, scooped them out, and neatly placed them in a celadon bowl with a floral pattern.

Then pour a spoonful of broth over it, garnish with scallions, several generous chunks of braised beef, and half a spoonful of chili oil.

The whole process was smooth and efficient, and Li Ye, sitting there, could almost smell the aroma of the broth.

He, who was usually so steady, was now somewhat impatient.

When the waiter brought his bowl over, he stood up to take it from him.

But at this moment.

Suddenly, a man in a brocade robe ran past quickly, brazenly bumping into people. The waiter was knocked down, and the celadon bowl, along with the noodles inside, fell to the ground.

"Clap!"

Li Ye had no idea that this would happen.

Seeing the shattered bowl, the noodles on the ground, and the braised beef inside, Li Ye felt his anger flare up instantly.

"You guy!"

He transformed into a golden light and grabbed the young man in brocade robes who was trying to run away. But before he could speak, several more people dressed in black surrounded him.

The old man at the head of the group was clearly a Golden Core cultivator.

Since Li Ye was now wearing an ordinary Taoist robe and had concealed his aura, the old man stared at him with icy eyes:
"Young friend, please release my young master."

Li Ye's lips curled up, and he reprimanded her without any politeness: "You dare to call me 'young friend'?"

He swept his gaze across the group with an even colder look: "If you know what's good for you, apologize honestly. You broke their bowl and now you want to run away?"

"I really don't know whose cultivator is so incompetent!"

Putting aside the Four Seasons Sect's domineering attitude even when they're in the wrong, this guy really did something wrong by wasting food.

This is the place. If this were in the market of the Four Seasons Sect, I would have been surrounded and cursed by people long ago.

The young man in brocade robes, whom he had grabbed, struggled: "Do you know who my father is? If you don't let me go right now, I'll make sure you can't stay in Huantian City!"

"..."

Even Li Ye was stunned.

How can there be such a brainless person?

He had met far too many normal people, and for a moment he couldn't even understand how this guy dared to say such a thing.

Perhaps his brief moment of hesitation made the young man think his words had any effect, and he even pointed at the uneasy waiter next to him and cursed, "You have no eyes and bumped into me, young master, and you still have the nerve to stand here?"

The noodle stall owner and his wife rushed over and stood in front of the waiter. The young owner, still covered in flour, said sternly:
"You bumped into him, it wasn't his fault at all!"

Then he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Li Ye and said, "Thank you for your help, Immortal Master!"

This humble yet respectful demeanor is indeed commendable.

If he asked Li Ye to let the matter drop, Li Ye would leave immediately.

Other diners also came over at this time, and although they didn't say anything, they were clearly on the owner's side.

Li Ye had a fairly good impression of him and was about to say "No need to thank me" when the young man in the brocade robe said menacingly, "Don't you want to do business anymore?! Uncle, beat him up!"

The old man, that is, the Golden Core cultivator, did not do as instructed. After all, this is Huantian City, and it was only because it was in a small alley that there were not many people watching. If someone had seen them, it would have been difficult to handle the situation.

He also felt that his nephew was not thinking clearly. He thought that if he wanted to retaliate later, he could just cut off the noodle stall owner's source of ingredients.

It wouldn't be too radical, it wouldn't attract attention, and it would cut off their livelihood—what a brilliant plan!

"Oh!"

Suddenly a clear voice rang out: "Brother Zhu, there is such a good show in Huantian City. I and this fellow Daoist from the Four Seasons Sect saw it all clearly!"
Did you see that? Tell Brother He later, and we'll embarrass him to his face!
Oh, right! I also need to write this down in today's record of events so that my fellow Daoists at Heavenly Pulse Sword Mountain can see it!

Another voice said helplessly, "It's truly heaven's cruelty that you haven't been beaten to death."

At this time,

Two people walked into the alley. One was dressed in a traditional Chinese robe and held a folding fan with the words "bitter journey" written on it. He looked very refined.

The other person was wearing a very neat Taoist robe. The robe did not have the plant patterns similar to those of the Four Seasons Sect, but rather a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern that kept changing as it swayed.

They first looked at Li Ye and nodded slightly, then stared at the Golden Core elder with a mocking gaze.

He didn't say anything, he just stared.

When the old man with the Golden Core saw these two people coming and heard the words "Four Seasons Sect," he immediately felt his Golden Core tremble.

Our ancestors!

The very obvious patterns on these two people clearly identify them as cultivators from the Bitter Journey Academy and the Poor Observation Mountain.

In addition, the Four Seasons Sect...

He really wanted to faint right now. He must have forgotten to check the almanac before going out, otherwise how could he have run into three powerful cultivators!
Why aren't the people from the Four Seasons Sect wearing Taoist robes?
(End of this chapter)