Absolute Destiny Game.

Chapter 519 The Immortals Having a Party
Xiao Jie stared at the white light on the screen in front of him, his heart pounding wildly.

When the white light on the screen faded, his character appeared on a quiet mountain path.

I glanced at the map and saw the map marked "Mountain and Sea Landscape".

Looking up, you can see towering peaks, with palaces and pavilions hidden in the clouds.

Xiao Jie took a deep breath and headed up the mountain.

As we walked along, we saw clouds and mist swirling around us, creating a misty and otherworldly atmosphere.

The mountain path beneath our feet was not made of dust and stones, but paved with warm white jade. Each piece was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds. It meandered upwards and disappeared into the thicker mist.

The mountain road is lined with truly "exotic flowers and rare herbs vying for attention"—those flowers are definitely not of this world, with purple petals and golden stamens the size of a bowl, the petals as thin as cicada wings, flowing with a pearl-like luster.

Vines twine around ancient trees, producing exquisite, translucent, and colorful berries, like glass.

Even more remarkable are the leaves of the immortal herb, which are carved like jade, with a pale golden liquid seemingly flowing slowly in the veins. As they sway gently in the breeze, they scatter stardust-like specks of light.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, their trunks gnarled and strong like dragons, covered with a thick layer of shimmering, verdant moss.

The mountain stream murmurs, its water crystal clear, the bottom covered with iridescent jade pebbles. Occasionally, a palm-sized, translucent fish darts by, raising a string of tiny bubbles. These bubbles rise to the surface but do not burst; instead, they transform into wisps of even finer spiritual energy that merge into the mist…

Xiao Jie's admiration grew as he walked.

"Ha... These immortals really know how to enjoy themselves! Fangzhang Mountain is so dilapidated, with broken walls and ruins, yet they've created a paradise here."

The picturesque scenery before my eyes is truly beyond my imagination.

Especially after experiencing a series of post-apocalyptic adventures, arriving at such a paradise gave Xiao Jie a sense of disorientation, as if he had been transported to another world.

As Xiao Jie walked, he was filled with admiration. The picturesque scenery lessened his tension considerably.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a melodious zither sound. Xiao Jie walked up a flight of stairs and followed the direction from which the sound came. Not far away, he saw a fairy in white sitting under a strange tree with lush green leaves, playing an ancient zither.

Deer and spirit birds gathered around, listening intently, circling the white-clad fairy.

Xiao Jie had never heard the zither music before, but it was truly beautiful. The clear and ethereal sound carried an indescribable sense of otherworldly beauty, perfectly complementing the fairyland setting.

Gu Feiyu, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but take out his phone and start recording.

Suddenly, the white-clad fairy made a slight noise, frowned slightly, and looked up in Xiao Jie's direction. Her jade-like, aloof face revealed a surprised expression.

"Eh, who are you? What brings you here?"

"My name is Yin Yue Sui Feng, a seeker of immortality from the Nine Provinces, and I have a wager with the Immortal Master Shen Ji Zi..."

"Ha, so you're the mortal who made the bet with Shenjizi? Interesting, very interesting indeed. I never expected you to actually find your way here. Quickly, I'll take you to see him."

Without saying a word, the fairy casually tossed the guqin aside, grabbed Xiao Jie's hand, and headed up the mountain.

Xiao Jie's character was pulled along automatically. Xiao Jie subconsciously tried to control it, but found that he could not move at all. This casual pull was equivalent to a high-level grappling effect. Even with Xiao Jie's strength of 103, he could not break free.

As expected, immortals are so terrifying. Xiao Jie could only lower his guard and watch as his character was dragged up the mountain by the white-clad fairy.

After walking a few steps, a white cloud rose from beneath the white-clad fairy's feet, carrying the two of them into the mist. Before long, they landed in front of the cloud platform at the mountain's summit.

Before me lay layers upon layers of palaces, their style quite similar to the dilapidated palaces outside, yet unlike the ruined ones, they were magnificent and splendid, their architectural style filled with a sense of sacred purity.

Xiao Jie followed the fairy into the palace, looking around as he went.

This palace is truly luxurious. The dome inside is high and far, like a night sky full of stars, and the columns, carved from a single piece of black crystal jade, are radiant with light.

The ground is covered with a strange carpet that resembles water but is not water, and when you step on it, clouds appear. There is also a spiritual spring that transforms into a dragon that circles and plays in the corners of the palace, showcasing breathtaking luxury and extraordinary power everywhere.

Xiao Jie was overwhelmed by the sights and thought to himself, "Damn, these immortals really know how to enjoy life! This decor, this grandeur, this atmosphere—no amount of money in the real world could create something like this."

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived outside the main hall.

From afar, the music could be heard coming from the hall. The music was natural and harmonious, with the clear and melodious sound of jade chimes like an icy spring, the deep and resonant sound of giant drums like a dragon's roar, the tender and gentle sound of the konghou like a spring breeze, and the ethereal and secluded sound of the guqin like a secluded valley.

The sharp, piercing sound of bone flutes intertwines with the ethereal and melodious sounds of sheng and xiao, along with the sounds of other unnamed instruments, creating a vast and intoxicating sea of ​​celestial music.

It felt as if a grand orchestra was playing inside.

Upon entering the main hall, Xiao Jie was surprised to find that there was no orchestra at all. The instruments were floating in mid-air, playing on their own despite being unattended.

Inside the main hall, dozens of immortals were either drinking and singing wildly, or sleeping soundly, or dancing with swords, or reciting poems and composing verses, each enjoying their own pleasure.

Among them were more than a dozen immortals, who were gathered around a jade pool of wine that was constantly churning with golden nectar. The wine in the pool was filled with spiritual energy, which would occasionally condense into the shapes of spirit beasts or fairy flowers before dispersing again.

The immortals each held a wine vessel, taking turns reciting poems, composing songs, and drinking wine; they were clearly playing a drinking game.

Xiao Jie stood quietly to the side, not daring to make the slightest move, but he couldn't help but feel speechless. These immortals were quite carefree. The Nine Provinces World was full of dangers, but they were having parties here every day. As for the white-robed fairy, she looked at the group of immortals drinking and gave them a sour face. "Hmph, all they know how to do is drink all day long." She turned and left.

At this moment, it was the turn of a yellow-robed immortal. The immortal raised his cup and sang a song, his voice rising and falling, quite moving.

"Time is unkind, the setting sun is perfectly round."

The sky is cloudless, and I pour wine with tenderness.

I have no sorrow, though the September sky is cold.

The heavens collapsed, and mountains and rivers were shattered.

"What a fine poem! Let's drink a big cup of wine!"

After saying that, he scooped up a cup of wine from the wine pool and gulped it down in one go.

A white-robed immortal beside him shook his head and said, "That's all too common. I also have a poem; fellow Daoists, please listen—"

The song he composed at the moment said:

The palaces crumbled, and the sky collapsed.

The sun and moon are obscured, and white clouds drift and scatter.

The immortals have vanished, and all living beings are left in dire straits.

The end times are coming, and great calamity is descending from the heavens.

I drink heartily, without worry or trouble.

Let it go with the wind, leaving no trace in the world.

A celestial being on the right nodded repeatedly, "What a fine poem! It has a free and ethereal feel to it. You truly deserve to be called a carefree celestial being. We shall drink a toast to you."

The white-robed immortal raised his cup in greeting, then downed it in large gulps.

Then another immortal in a green robe clapped his hands and sang a song.

"I long for a way home, but there is nowhere to return."

Stepping into the painting, leaving no trace.

In May, the flames blaze, and white birds mourn the passing of phoenixes.

Snow fell in October, and all the beasts cried out in despair.

Cups clinked, wine floated, and farewell songs sang.

"I only seek freedom, to be one of the immortals."

The two immortals beside him shook their heads repeatedly, "Your poem is too tragic, you should be punished with a pot of wine."

"Fine, I'll drink the penalty wine then." The green-robed immortal showed no emotion, picked up the wine cup, and began to drink.

At this moment, an immortal suddenly called out to a gray-robed, bearded immortal at the end of the table, "Brother Xuan Ce, why don't you compose one for us to hear?"

Upon hearing this, the immortals began to clamor.

"Yes, yes, yes, the Demon-Slaying Immortal is skilled in both literature and martial arts, come and do it." "I never tire of listening to Brother Xuan Ce's poems."

Xiao Jie looked over curiously. This must be the Demon-Slaying Immortal Lin Xuance. He had encountered the texts left by this person several times in the game, so they had been friends for a long time.

Upon closer inspection, he truly lived up to his reputation as the Demon-Slaying Immortal, with a dignified appearance and an aura of righteous indignation.

However, Lin Xuance seemed rather flustered at this moment, clearly not very skilled in this area. Yet, with the clamor of the immortals, he could only helplessly compose a song—

"I am an insect, suffering torment."

I am a mortal, living among men.

I am a true immortal, with boundless magical power.

I am an immortal, my lifespan is as long as that of Heaven.

The immortal who had previously asked him to compose a poem immediately laughed and said, "Brother Xuan Ce, your doggerel is really terrible."

Another immortal laughed and said, "I think it should be called 'Ode to Doggerel'."

The immortals burst into laughter, and the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Master Bimo snorted angrily, chugging down wine in gulps. Finally, he roared, "Why don't you compose one yourself and let me see how you do it?"

The immortal made no attempt to hide his intentions, "Ha, let's do it then, and listen carefully—"

As long as the saint does not die, thieves will not stop.

The Great Way is without trace, yet all things have a beginning and an end.

Its name is entropy, and its principle is the jade tablet.

If I were king, I would have no need to worry about starting a period of desolation.

Upon hearing this, all the immortals frowned and raised their eyes. One of the immortals shouted.

"Nonsense, utter nonsense. Consider it a slap on the wrist. Who's next?"

"Xuanxuzi, it's your turn." One of the immortals pointed to another immortal on the right.

Xiao Jie looked over in surprise. This Xuanxuzi was another familiar face. He was the master of Qingfeng Zhenren and Mingyue Zhenren. So this is what he looks like.

The man was dressed in a Taoist robe with a yin-yang fish on each side of the hem, making him appear exceptionally formal compared to other immortals whose clothing was generally more monochromatic.

Xuanxuzi seemed to have anticipated this, raising his wine cup to take a sip, and then began to sing:

The heavenly calamity was immense, and all realms were plunged into darkness.

Stars have fallen and the moon has dimmed; my heart is lost in confusion.

I only seek to survive alone, not to return to my homeland.

Chirping and sizzling, the sacrificial vessel is destroyed without a trace.

The immortal looked annoyed and said, "You're playing tricks on me again, Xuanxuzi."

Xuanxuzi smiled modestly, raised his cup, and drank it down.

"Who's next, Shenjizi? Stop lying there daydreaming and hurry up and write a poem and drink some wine."

Shenjizi! Xiao Jie's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked over, only to see an immortal lying on a straw mat nearby, seemingly dozing. Who else could it be but Shenjizi?

finally found you!

The immortal who had been feigning sleep opened his eyes, but his gaze fell on Xiao Jie, and he smiled slightly.

He then composed a song:
"Long abandoned from the mortal world, I make my dwelling in the clouds and mountains."

May the fine wine remain forever pure, and may the jade tree never wither.

If one can live a carefree life, why worry about the world?

Heaven and earth are silent, yet my joy remains unchanged!

While singing, he walked to the wine pool, scooped up a cup of wine, and then looked at Xiao Jie.

"Hahaha, kid, you actually came! Everyone, look, this is the chosen one I was talking about, the child of destiny."

All the immortals looked at Xiao Jie upon hearing this. The white-robed immortal glanced at Xiao Jie and said with a sneer, "That's quite ordinary."

Another immortal in yellow robes shouted, "Boy, you've been listening over there for ages, come and compose a poem for us too."

"Yes, yes, write one for me. If you do it well, I might just grant you a destiny with the gods."

Xiao Jie thought to himself, "I don't know how to compose poems," but upon hearing that there was a connection to immortality—even if the other party was joking—Xiao Jie began to ponder.

I couldn't compose a poem, but thankfully I hadn't completely forgotten my elementary school textbooks. After a moment's recollection, I recited—

"Let us drink and sing, for life is but a short journey."
譬如朝露，去日苦多

Generosity should be regarded as generosity, unforgettable worry.

What can dispel sorrow? Only wine.

Upon hearing this, the immortals all showed expressions of surprise, carefully savoring the meaning of the poem.

The little man in the yellow robe laughed and said, "What a fine poem! What a fine poem! I didn't expect you to be such a refined person. We don't have Du Kang here, but we do have celestial wine. Come, come, let's drink a full cup."

He then scooped a large cup from the wine pool and handed it over.

System notification: The Martial Immortal has gifted you an item, [Cloudy Immortal Wine]. Do you wish to accept it?

Option 1: Drink it all in one gulp.

Option 2: I dare not refuse the gift from the immortal, and please allow me to take it back and savor it carefully (obtain the item [Cloudy Immortal Wine]).

Option 3: Refuse to accept.

Xiao Jie couldn't refuse, so he immediately drank it down in one gulp.

His character took the glass and chugged it down.

[System Notification: After drinking the Cloud and Mist Immortal Wine, your mana has been fully restored, your maximum mana has been permanently increased by 225 points, your spirituality has been permanently increased by 5 points, and the Martial Immortal's favorability towards you has increased by 1 point.]

What a good thing!

Unfortunately, there was only one cup. Xiao Jie looked at the huge pool of wine but didn't dare to ask for more. His primary goal now was to become an immortal; everything else was secondary.

He looked at Shenjizi, "Immortal Master, I—"

Shenjizi waved his hand and said, "There's no need to say more. I've already told you all about the nameless Taoist over the past few days. You all have no impression of him. But people leave a name and geese leave a sound. That fellow made such a shocking plan, so he must have left many traces."

I used my free and unfettered mind to calculate for seven days, and I have deduced almost everything that fellow has done. I already know what he is plotting.

Wow, that's awesome?
"Didn't the immortal master say that the nameless Taoist was unpredictable and impossible to fathom?"

Shenjizi laughed proudly: "Although he has a wonderful method to conceal the secrets of heaven and make it impossible to calculate, his clones do not have such ability. As long as we deduce the actions of these clones and speculate, it is not difficult to guess his purpose."

"Oh, what is that nameless Taoist priest up to?"

"Hehe, it's not convenient to talk about this. Anyway, it's harmless to us, so we don't need to worry about it."

Shenjizi spoke casually, but Xiao Jie immediately became anxious upon hearing it, "But—"

"Hahaha, young brother, no need to rush. Although this person has nothing to do with us, a bet is a bet, and our previous bet still stands. Since you have managed to find this place, I will help you become an immortal. Come with me."

(End of this chapter)