Chapter 69 Ascension to Immortality
Chapter 69 Ascension to Immortality
After Chen Yuan entered the Lingyun Mountains, he took out the Ascension Order and injected a trace of magic power into it.
The Ascension Order slowly rose up, and the two words "Lingyun" shone brightly. Wisps of white mist rose from the surface and condensed into the shape of a white cloud.
Chen Yuan took a half step back, took out a talisman from his storage bag, hid it in his sleeve, and stood there waiting.
Less than half an hour later, a male cultivator flew over from a distance and stopped in front of Chen Yuan.
This man was wearing a black robe, was over twenty years old, had a handsome face, and was embroidered with flowing cloud patterns. There was an ancient word "cloud" on the cuffs, and he had the cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining.
He held a compass in his hand, emitting a faint white light, and the needle pointed directly at the Ascension Order in front of Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan bowed and saluted:
"I am Chen Yuan, and I am here to participate in your sect's Ascension Conference."
The black-robed monk returned the greeting casually and said calmly:
"follow me."
After saying that, he used the light body technique and turned around and flew away.
Chen Yuan held the talisman in his hand and followed the black-robed monk into the interior of the Lingyun Mountains.
Half an hour later, the two came to a vast valley.
The environment in the valley is elegant, with more than a dozen small buildings built in an orderly manner with carved beams and painted buildings.
There is a high platform at the entrance of the valley with a pavilion built on it, in which a monk is meditating with his eyes closed.
After seeing the two of them, he flew down, looked at Chen Yuan, then looked at the black-shirted monk and said with a smile:
"Thank you for the hard work, Junior Brother Lin."
Chen Yuan looked closely and saw that this person was also wearing a black shirt, had a slender figure, a high nose bridge, and his cultivation level was also at the tenth level of Qi Refining.
The black-robed monk was about to speak when the compass in his hand suddenly emitted a bright white light, and the needle started to spin and stopped at a certain position.
He made hand gestures and injected a trace of magic power into the compass, then raised his head and said:
"I'll leave this person to Senior Brother Yuan. Someone else has activated the Ascension Order. I'll be back soon."
After that, he turned and left.
After the black-shirted monk left, Chen Yuan bowed to Senior Brother Yuan:
"My name is Chen Yuan, nice to meet you, Fellow Daoist Yuan."
The smile on Senior Brother Yuan's face faded, and he said calmly:
"Fellow Daoist Chen, please follow me."
Then he led Chen Yuan into the valley and into a small building.
The lobby on the first floor is quite large, with several stairs leading to the second floor. Surrounding it are five wooden doors that emit a faint white light and are marked with numbers from one to five.
"Fellow Daoist Chen can choose any room to live in."
Chen Yuan chose room number three. Senior Brother Yuan took out a wooden sign from his storage bag and handed it to Chen Yuan:
"This card can control the restrictions in the room, please keep it well, fellow Taoist."
Chen Yuan took the wooden sign with both hands and said thank you.
"Fellow Daoist, please remember that private fighting is prohibited in the Recruiting Valley. Otherwise, our sect will take back the Ascension Order."
"Thank you for your reminder, I will keep it in mind."
……
After Senior Brother Yuan left, Chen Yuan entered room number three, closed the doors and windows, activated the restrictions, took out the "Zhang Family Alchemy Essentials", and began to study it carefully.
As early as five years ago, his cultivation had reached the peak of the tenth level of Qi Refining, and it was difficult to make any progress. Cultivation was no longer useful.
He kept reading until late at night and felt a little tired, so he put away the jade slip, closed his eyes and meditated to restore his spirit.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
Chen Yuan stood up and walked to the door, took out a talisman and held it in his hand.
Although Senior Brother Yuan said that private fighting was prohibited in Zhaoxian Valley, he still did not dare to be careless.
"I am Mo Jingchun, a disciple of Lingyun Sect. I have something to discuss with Fellow Daoist Chen."
Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment, took out the token, unlocked the ban, and opened the door.
There was a male cultivator standing outside the door. He looked to be in his thirties. He was wearing the same black robe as the two Qi Refining disciples that Chen Yuan had seen during the day. He had the cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining.
The monk who called himself Mo Jingchun stepped in and bowed, saying:
"My name is Mo Jingchun, nice to meet you, Fellow Daoist Chen."
Chen Yuan responded:
"Friend Mo Dao is visiting you late at night. What's the important matter?"
Mo Jingchun laughed, did not answer, and turned to look at the wide-open door.
A hint of hesitation flashed across Chen Yuan's face, and Mo Jingchun smiled and said:
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chen. I have no ill intentions. I am here to discuss a deal with you."
Only then did Chen Yuan close the door and invite Mo Jingchun to take a seat.
Mo Jingchun lifted the front of his gown and sat opposite Chen Yuan.
"I understand the concerns of Fellow Daoist Chen. I was also a casual cultivator before I entered the sect. When I go out, I must be careful about everything. Otherwise, if I am not careful, my life will be in danger."
"Did Brother Mo also join the Lingyun Sect through the Immortal Ascension Conference?"
"That's right. What Mo discussed with Fellow Daoist Chen today is also related to the Ascension Conference. Fellow Daoist Chen should know something about the rules of the Ascension Conference, right?"
"As far as I know, there is an arena set up in the Ascension Conference. The monks draw lots and compete against each other in pairs. The 20 winners can join your sect."
Mo Jingchun clapped his hands and smiled:
"Fellow Daoist Chen has done his homework, so you should also know that not all the participants in the Ascension Conference are independent cultivators. There are also many family cultivators with fake spiritual roots. I am not talented, but I have some connections in the sect and know a lot about the inside story."
Chen Yuan's heart moved:
"Please tell me more details, Mr. Mo."
"Most of these family cultivators who participated in the Ascension Conference came from families affiliated with the Lingyun Sect, and they have more or less fellow clansmen in the sect. They are going to participate in the Ascension Conference, so it is inevitable that some news will leak out. I have spent some effort to find out the news of some of them. Is Fellow Daoist Chen interested in learning more?"
Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "How many spirit stones does Daoist Mo want?"
"Not much, thirty spirit stones are enough."
"Okay, I want one."
Mo Jingchun took out a jade slip from his storage bag and handed it to Chen Yuan:
"Fellow Daoist Chen, please take a look."
Chen Yuan took the jade slip and probed it with his spiritual sense. After a moment, he put it down and touched the storage bag. Thirty spirit stones appeared on the table out of thin air.
Mo Jingchun put away the spirit stone and bowed:
"Fellow Daoist Chen is really straightforward. I wish you a smooth transition and admission into the sect."
"Thank you for your kind words, Taoist Mo."
……
Chen Yuan sent Mo Jingchun out the door, activated the restriction, picked up the jade slip, and read it carefully.
This jade slip records more than twenty pseudo-spiritual root cultivators who came from immortal cultivation families. The content includes information such as skills, cultivation, and magic tools, but it is all rather brief.
But Chen Yuan didn't care, he just used it as a reference.
Mo Jingchun also knew what was going on and didn't ask for a high price, otherwise Chen Yuan would never consider such a piece of news whose truth was hard to verify.
Chen Yuan didn't take most of the cultivators mentioned in the jade slip seriously, but there were three cultivators that made him feel wary.
The three men were named Xue Lin, Huang Yunshang, and Song Qingru. They all possessed talismans and had almost reserved three places for admission.
Chen Yuan has been in Huanyue Market for nearly twenty years and has some understanding of talismans.
A talisman is a special magical tool formed by a Jindan cultivator who infuses a portion of the power of his own magical weapon into the talisman. It is extremely powerful and can be used by anyone below the Jindan cultivator level.
However, when placed in the hands of a Qi-refining cultivator, the talisman can only exert 20% to 30% of its power, at most similar to a low-grade spiritual weapon, and it consumes a lot of mana.
But even so, the talisman is enough to crush most Qi-refining cultivators.
Many Jindan cultivators will prepare talismans for their beloved descendants.
Xue Lin, Huang Yunshang, and Song Qingru, as cultivators with four spiritual roots, were also granted talismans, which shows how favored they were. They also received no shortage of other magical instruments, talismans, and elixirs.
Chen Yuan frowned slightly, thinking in his mind how to deal with these three people if he met them.
Of course, it would be best if we could avoid them.
But preparation is the key to success. Without preparation, there would be no success. Chen Yuan never pinned his hopes on luck and always made preparations early.
……
Time passed slowly, and finally the day of the Ascension Conference arrived.
clang!
A distant bell sound spread throughout Zhaoxian Valley.
Chen Yuan walked out of the small building and headed towards the depths of the valley together with hundreds of cultivators participating in the Ascension Conference, led by disciples of the Lingyun Sect.
There are twenty black arenas built here, and twenty people are standing in front of the arenas. The spiritual light on their bodies is dim, and Chen Yuan can't see through them at all. They must be foundation-building cultivators.
One of the middle-aged monks said in a deep voice:
"There are a total of 173 participants in this Immortal Ascension Conference. All of them will draw lots. Those who are drawn will go to the arena to compete. The winners will advance to the next round, and the losers will withdraw from the Immortal Ascension Conference. If there are byes, they will automatically advance to the next round. Those who win three rounds in a row can pass the Immortal Ascension Conference and become disciples of our sect."
As he spoke, he touched his storage bag, and a huge jade plate appeared out of thin air in front of him, filled with colorful bamboo sticks.
"Put your spiritual sense into the jade plate and draw out the bamboo sticks!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan quickly probed his spiritual sense into the jade plate.
A bamboo stick suddenly emitted a ray of light, and Chen Yuanfu's mind was filled with inspiration, and he injected a trace of magic power into the jade plate through the air.
The bamboo stick slowly rose up and flew towards him.
At the same time, other cultivators also probed their magic power into the jade plate. Hundreds of bamboo sticks rose up, drew streaks of light in the air, and flew into the crowd.
Chen Yuan raised his hand to catch the bamboo stick. The light faded away and the three words "甲８８" were engraved on it.
A monk showed an expression of ecstasy:
"I have a bye! I have a bye!"
Several people around him looked at him with jealousy, and some had an annoyed look on their faces, as if wondering why they were not the ones who drew the byes.
After everyone had drawn their bamboo sticks, the middle-aged monk took out twenty talismans and threw them into the air.
The talisman ignited with flames and turned into twenty streams of light, which flew to the sky above the twenty arenas and transformed into huge red characters from one to twenty, hanging motionless in the air.
"The monk who drew the bamboo stick with the letter A, come on stage and prepare for the competition!"
Chen Yuan took a deep breath, stepped out of the crowd, and walked onto the No. 18 stage.
A middle-aged monk in a black Taoist robe came to the stage one after the other.
The bamboo sticks in the hands of the two people turned into a stream of light and flew back into the jade plate.
The same scene was also played out on the other 19 arenas one after another.
At the same time, a foundation-building cultivator rode a beam of light and flew over the arena No. 18.
He took out a black formation plate, placed three spirit stones on it, then took out four white formation flags and threw them out.
The formation flags fell on the four corners of the arena. The foundation-building cultivators made hand gestures and the formation plates and flags emitted a faint light.
A moment later, a colorless light shield with faint ripples rose up around the arena, covering the arena.
The foundation-building cultivator held up the formation plate with one hand, looked down at Chen Yuan and the others, and said calmly:
"During the competition, life and death are determined by fate. Only when one party voluntarily admits defeat will I intervene to stop the fight. Do you two understand?"
Chen Yuan and the black-robed monk stared at each other and nodded.
"Okay, let the competition begin!"
(End of this chapter)