Celestial Being

Chapter 366: Yuanying Gathering

Half a month later, Linyuan City.

As the underground city closest to the Soul Burial Abyss, Linyuan City has always been regarded as a poor and remote place that few people are willing to come to.

Even if there are Jindan cultivators going in and out of the Soul Burial Abyss from time to time to hunt beasts and treasures, with their speed of escape, they can go to a farther big city to rest and don’t have to suffer here.

But now, with the news of the appearance of the Immortal Palace, in order to reach the Immortal Palace as soon as possible, countless cultivators began to flock to Linyuan City to rest. Not only are there countless independent cultivators, but even several major forces in the Black Wind Desert have sent people to settle in and jointly bought the city from the original city lord at a high price.

With the influx of cultivators, the facilities in the city have developed at an extremely rapid momentum, among which teahouses and other shops that can inquire about information are the most opened.

As the saying goes, money can attract people. Although the Soul Burial Abyss is full of dangers, and even the Lianjie Pill cannot guarantee a safe escape, the opportunity of the Immortal Palace that suddenly appeared in front of them has made many foundation-building cultivators greedy and boldly want to try their luck and get a piece of the pie.

Today, in the newly opened "Immortal Fate Tea House", several foundation-building cultivators are sitting around a long table as usual, exchanging information with each other.

"Have you heard that a few days ago, eight Taoist friends formed a team to explore, but accidentally encountered a third-level lower-level monster. In the end, only one person escaped with a broken arm. Tsk, tsk, miserable." A long-haired male cultivator said.

Hearing this, the freckled female cultivator beside him sighed: "Alas, the Immortal Mansion has only been born for half a month, how many Taoists have died in the Burial Soul Abyss? The opportunities in this damn place are not something that we Foundation Establishment Stage can covet. In my opinion, it is better to leave as soon as possible."

"That's right. Look at those big sects. For such a great opportunity, they sent elders in the Jindan stage, and didn't even see a Foundation Establishment disciple. Only we casual cultivators are willing to risk our lives and dare to go in. Fellow Taoist Zuo, don't you think so?" A middle-aged male cultivator echoed and looked at a golden-skinned man who was also sitting around the table.

This person is Zuo Qinghui. Yuan Ming is still imprisoned in the mysterious hall under the Burial Soul Abyss. He came to Linyuan City to inquire about the situation and try to rescue him.

As soon as he arrived in Linyuan City, he heard the news of the birth of the Immortal Mansion, and then he realized that he should have been taken in by a restriction of a certain Immortal Mansion.

"Yes, the news has been circulating for so long, but no one has found any opportunities. Besides, I heard that the restrictions outside the Immortal Palace have not been opened yet. I wonder if anyone has found any other way in and out." Zuo Qinghui asked casually.

"Who knows? But even if there is, who would make it public unless someone accidentally discovered it? Do you think there are not enough people robbing opportunities?" The middle-aged male cultivator shook his head.

"Yes, the strange phenomenon of this Immortal Palace is so grand, it must have a great origin. Perhaps it is related to the origin of the Soul Burial Abyss. I wonder if there are any historical records in Linyuan City. Maybe we can find a way to enter from them?" Zuo Qinghui tapped the table with his fingers and said thoughtfully.

"Linyuan City was built only a hundred years ago, so where can there be any historical records? What's more, the Soul Burial Abyss has existed since ancient times. I'm afraid even those Yuanying ancestors who don't come out on weekdays can't figure out the reason for the birth of this place." The long-haired male cultivator shook his head and said.

"Speaking of this, you saw the scene of the flying boat crossing the sky a few days ago. I asked around. It was the carriage of the Yuanying ancestors of the three major forces. We haven't seen such a grand occasion in the Black Wind Desert for many years. It's a pity that the Soul Burial Abyss is too dangerous, otherwise I would go to see the world no matter what." Freckled female cultivator said.

"Haha, it's not just the three major forces. It is said that the Yuanying ancestors of the Lingfu Sect are also here, but they have always been low-key and their momentum is not so big." The middle-aged male cultivator said.

Zuo Qinghui, who was listening on the side, had a slightly condensed expression. He was thinking with his head down. Suddenly, he heard a crisp sword sound like a dragon's roar from outside the teahouse. The cultivators stood up suddenly and came to the window to check the situation.

In the sky, a dazzling light tore through the clouds like a long sword, and rushed towards the Lingguang Tianzhu deep in the Soul Burial Abyss. The momentum was so huge that everyone who saw it was dumbfounded and surprised.

"Hehe, it looks like another Yuanying ancestor has come. I just don't know which sect or school this senior is from?" said the middle-aged male cultivator.

In the crowd, Zuo Qinghui stared at the escaping light with a solemn face.

He found an excuse to turn around and leave, came to the inn where he lived, closed the door and took out a set of magic array restrictions, arranged them around the room, then sat cross-legged, took out four white talismans and pasted them on his dantian, chest, forehead, and back.

A white light rose up and enveloped Zuo Qinghui's whole body. The circulation of his mana was immediately sealed and he could not move.

A crystal light flashed on Zuo Qinghui's forehead, and a transparent soul crow flew out. It was the second soul.

The second soul escaped into the ground and flew towards the Soul Burial Abyss outside the city.

...

At the same time, in the Soul Burial Abyss.

The four cultivators stood in front of the cultivators, looking at the spiritual light restrictions outside the Immortal Mansion, and were slightly wary of each other.

They all had little magical power, but behind them were several Jindan cultivators standing quietly with their hands down, waiting to be ordered.

After a short silence, a short male cultivator suddenly coughed twice and spoke first:

"Hehe, none of us know the situation in the Immortal Palace now, so why make it so tense? In my opinion, it would be better for everyone to make some rules in a friendly manner and limit who can enter and explore the Immortal Palace, so as to avoid fighting in the end and the opportunity falling into the hands of others."

He was only half the height of an ordinary person, with short and thick limbs, like an enlarged doll, but his face was not young, with some wrinkles appearing with his smile, and his shrill voice made people feel uncomfortable.

Behind him, three Jindan cultivators stood side by side, one of whom had a horn on his head, and it was Fang Dafu whom Yuan Ming had met that day, another had blond hair and blue eyes, and a high nose bridge like a pen holder, and he was not from the Central Plains by appearance, and the last one was dressed in white, with a pale face, and looked weak.

"Humph, Su Zimo, you like to make such useless little plans. Who in the world doesn't know that your Guiyuan Sect is the most unruly? I heard that not long ago, one of your mines was destroyed, and not only did a Jindan cultivator die, but the business of enslaving people was also exposed. Have you wiped your ass clean? What rules are you talking about here!" An old man with a full beard sneered unceremoniously.

He was dressed in an indigo-purple robe, with a leopard-like head and round eyes, a swallow-like chin and a tiger-like beard. His voice was like thunder, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

Behind the old man stood three female cultivators who had reached the Jindan stage. They were all fair-skinned and beautiful, and among them was Yan Sijing. However, her eyebrows and eyes were less quirky and more worried, as if she was always worried.

Being ridiculed in public by the purple-robed old man, the short cultivator named Su Zimo still smiled and seemed not to be angry at all. However, Fang Dafu, who was standing behind him, could not help but clench his fists.

"Haha, speaking of which, your grandson, Old Monster Yu, was killed a few years ago. Have you found the murderer now? Do you need me to call some disciples to help you find him?" Su Zimo said happily.

"Hmph, I have already caught the mastermind behind this matter, so you don't need to worry about it. Just go and clean your ass." Old Monster Yu, or Lei Ming Patriarch, sneered again.

Hearing this, Su Zimo's face froze, and Yan Sijing, who was standing behind Lei Ming Patriarch, had a dark look for no reason.

"If you ask me, you two should just find a place to fight first, and whoever wins will listen to whoever wins, so as not to grumble here and interfere with my thinking about breaking the ban." At this time, a young monk wearing a black scarf said impatiently.

He was born with a pair of drooping eyes that seemed to be open but not open, a straight brow that seemed to be broken but not broken, a sunken nose and thin lips, and sunken cheeks and protruding cheekbones. He didn't look like a good man.

The three Jindan cultivators following behind him, one was as strong as an iron tower, one was of medium build, not fat or thin, and the other was a bee waist and a monkey back with a graceful figure. The three were different, but they were all wearing black robes and masks on their faces, so their faces could not be seen at all.

"Interference? Dugu Feng, stop pretending. With your poor attainments in formations, you may not be able to figure it out even if you study for a decade. Fairy Jinxi has been studying for so long, has she figured out something?" Lei Ming said, looking at a beautiful female cultivator in a golden gauze skirt.

Fairy Jinxi looks quite young, with a rosy oval face, red lips and green eyebrows, moon-like eyes, a golden halo mark on her forehead, and two green pendants on her ears, which makes her look elegant and graceful.

"This ban uses mostly ancient runes, which is particularly difficult to crack. However, the power of this ban seems to fade over time. It is now much weaker than what we have today. We just need to wait a few more days and it will dissipate on its own." Fairy Jinxi said, her voice was crisp and pleasant, and the tense atmosphere just now eased a lot.

There were also three Jindan cultivators behind her, all of whom were elders in Lingfeng City, including Pi Xiu.

Hearing this, Su Zimo and Lei Ming Patriarch both nodded and were about to say something else, but the next moment, the faces of the four Nascent Soul cultivators present all changed.

The sound of a sword whistled from behind, and the sword-like light rushed in front of everyone in just a moment.

Everyone looked up and saw that the light had dissipated in the air, and a middle-aged cultivator with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and a handsome face stood in the air. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, and his face was full of the words "arrogance". His eyes swept over casually, but the Jindan cultivator who saw it felt as if he was cut by a sharp sword, and his skin was slightly painful.

"Wanqi Hong of Changchun Temple, I came here for the affairs of the Immortal Mansion. Fellow Taoists, I'm talking to you."

He said "talking", but he didn't mean to bow, and his tone was a bit stiff. Even when facing the four Lei Ming Patriarchs, he still looked arrogant.

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