Yinshan Record

Chapter 611 Divine Eyes Like Lightning Stirring Up Storms (Part 2)
On the Qinhuai River, a large ship from the East China Sea is unloading its cargo: three-foot-tall corals, various tortoiseshell jewelry, and pearls the size of a child's fist.

These treasures were held on trays of uniform size, each tray engraved with exquisite talismans, clearly mass-produced magical artifacts.

The goods were being carefully unloaded from the ship using the cultivators' magical power, while guards armed with weapons received them on the other side.

A monk dressed in brocade robes stood on the ship's railing. He held a jade tablet in his left hand and used his divine sense to leave an engraving on the tablet for each piece of cargo that was unloaded.

However, the boundary between heaven and earth lies between the upper and lower realms.

The ship was about a hundred feet long and its entire body was emerald green. If Su Che were to observe it from here, he would surely discover that the main body of this large ship was made of lightning-struck wood. There were five masts on the ship, and each mast had a large character painted on its sail.

Put together, it means "born Rakshasa Sea".

“Jiankang City looks the same no matter when you come here.”

A monk dressed as a hermit, holding a large bone sword as tall as a person, sat cross-legged next to the monk who was doing the accounting.

"I heard that an ancient immortal abode has actually appeared in this Great Liang. I say, why don't we take a short leave and go explore to see if there's anything we can gain?"

"Thirteen, one hundred and fifty-two."

The monk who was doing the accounting slowly announced a number, then glanced at him and said nothing more.

"What do you mean 152? Is that the number of piglets sold to the East China Sea last time?"

The monk grunted, clearly displeased.

"Hey senior, you know perfectly well that I'm not very bright, so don't try to play these riddles on me."

Seeing his junior brother's anger, the brocade-robed cultivator spoke up.

"Thirteen is the number of cultivators from the East Sea who came to Jiankang with us by boat last time, and one hundred and fifty-two is the number of cultivators who came by boat this time. Can you guess what they're here for?"

"Are they also here for that ancient immortal abode?"

"Xuandu Palace proclaims to the world that this is an opportunity for anyone below the level of Longevity to reap the benefits. Guess how many Void Step cultivators who haven't made any progress in years want to join the fun?"

The senior brother in brocade robes said earnestly, "Neither you nor I have been appointed to the pivot, so we are not qualified to participate in this game. There are too many experts in the Rejuvenation Realm that we have brought on this ship to count on two hands."

"Even if he has more than twenty hands to count, we still have to give it a shot."

The junior brother said with a hint of anxiety, "Master, Master hasn't even passed down a method for rejuvenating the elixir."

"So, don't think too much about it. Make more money, have a child, and then send him to a good sect so he doesn't have to suffer the hardships we did. That's enough."

The senior brother in brocade robes sighed deeply: "Neither you nor I are the kind of geniuses who can come up with the Elixir of Immortality. Even if we do manage to find the benefits of the ancient immortal abode, what if the scriptures are not suitable for us? What if it attracts the covetousness of powerful beings?"

"Just live your life well."

While the senior brother was giving instructions, the junior brother was muttering something like, "I've been a coward my whole life," "I'm so damn unwilling to accept this," and "What's the point of seeking stability? A stable death is the real thing."

Listening to his junior brother's endless complaints, the senior brother remained silent for a long time.

The junior brother was unwilling, but how could he be willing either?
As I was pondering this, a powerful aura pressed down on me like a mountain, as if a thousand-pound boulder had been placed on my chest, making it impossible to breathe.

Before the junior disciple dressed as a monk could make a move, the senior disciple quickly bowed forward.

"Greetings, Venerable Ye."

A tall man wearing a black cloak, his face hidden under the hood, strode over and lightly leaped onto the ship.

"Humph."

That snort felt like a heavy hammer pressing down on the senior brother's chest.

"If you can't even muster a bit of spirit in your cultivation, then you might as well not cultivate at all."

Ye Hu snorted coldly at the disappointing brocade-clad cultivator and launched a small sonic attack.

Then, his eyes swept across the ship, and he stepped directly into the hull.

Inside the ship, there was a separate clean room. In the very center sat a huge beast head, its teeth gleaming, and foul blood dripping from its wounds.

Zhen Ping'er, or rather Yan'er, a female cultivator from the Demonic Sect of the Arctic Yuan Palace, wore a tight-fitting black dress that accentuated her figure. Barefoot on the floor, she danced wildly around the beast head.

Her face held no allure, only solemnity.

Because she is singing praises.

Every beat and every movement of this dance follows a mysterious trajectory, praising the supreme power of the Demon Lord.

It is like a flowing poem, describing the moment the universe was born and continuing until all things collapse and everything returns to nothingness.

And what shaped this collapse was the boundless power of the Primordial Demon Lord.

Because of its transcendence, it has fallen.

Amidst this dance performed in accordance with the rituals of the Demonic Sect, a chilling demonic thought traversed the distance of mountains and seas, finally descending upon this sacred room.

The ferocious beast head suddenly opened its eyes, and streaks of blood flowed from its eye sockets.

"The lofty and supreme ruler of all under heaven, the Primordial Great Dao Lord..."

With a chant, the beast head looked at the woman before it, its voice pure and otherworldly.

"how?"

"Yan'er greets Master."

Yan'er knelt down and kowtowed heavily to the ground. She could not raise her head at this moment, because the sinister demonic thought that had suddenly descended upon this place represented the infinite supernatural power of her master's path to immortality. If she came into contact with it, she would probably be corrupted by her master's demonic influence, just like many of her fellow disciples, and would have no chance of escaping.

"Looks like you don't have any good news for me."

said the voice.

"Elder Fei was corrupted by demonic influence and has perished at the hands of the Heavenly Demon. Senior Brother Lingzhenzi has been found, but he too has been corrupted by the Heavenly Demon and is severely injured. Yu Jingdao..."

"Yu Jing Dao has long since fallen apart, so they can't say anything. As for that good-for-nothing Fei Xin, if I had known he was this worthless, I would have taken him in myself."

The voice continued, "Is there any movement from the woman you released, Modengha?"

"This disciple is incompetent..."

"How can you be incompetent? Even Jun Tian Guang Le couldn't find her. If you found her so easily, I would be worried."

The voice paused briefly before continuing.

"I am preparing to go to Jiankang in person..."

"But Master, you have already..."

"I haven't moved for years, just so I could move today."

A chilling demonic thought was filled with wild joy.

"With the Celestial Masters' remnant palace and the reincarnation of the Azure Emperor, it would be a real pity not to visit Jiankang."

Inside the Su residence, several small dishes were prepared in the kitchen, and a banquet was set out in the flower hall.

Feng Buxing changed into a blue robe and sat at the head of the table, as the guest of honor. Su Che was holding chopsticks, with Lu Bai and Zhu Yi sitting next to him as companions.

Once outside the palace gates, Su Che didn't care about anything else and dragged Feng Benxing to his home for a meal.

This person kept making excuses, saying that the Imperial Guards were too busy to rest for a moment.

But Su Che wasn't about to let him go. He finally bumped into this old acquaintance and dragged him straight to his home, then sent someone to call Lu Bai and Zhu Yi to accompany him.

(End of this chapter)