Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 27 Changsheng Temple

In Dajingyuan and Pinghu, it is the beginning of winter and the time has come.

This lake is vast and misty, located at the junction of Chenjia and Baiqing Cave. Standing by the lake and looking south, you can see the vast Yuliu Qianshan in the distance. Xu Xuan received the order and flew all the way here from Luoqing, bringing Liu Xiaowen with him.

This time, Xu Xuan finally saw the gathering of the various families. It was the Changsheng Temple in the north. This family had never been involved in the affairs of the south bank of the Li River. It was unknown why they had specially gathered the various families today.

According to the rule that a real person is entitled to support from a county, Dajingyuan should also be under the jurisdiction of this family, but Xu Xuan has never seen anyone from this family.

There is a treasure ship parked by the lake, suspended in the air, with colorful sails and silk flags, with flying snakes intertwined as a pattern, and green turtles lying on the waves as a formation. When it floats here, birds will not be startled and there will be no storm.

A boy stood by the boat, calling out names one by one. Each family responded and ascended a staircase made of clouds. Entering the boat, they saw golden towers and jade pavilions, shrouded in mist. Everyone entered and sat down one by one, not daring to move, waiting for the green-robed Taoist priest at the head seat to speak.

Xu Xuan found Liu Qiuci, and the young man in blue waved at him, signaling him to come over. Beside Liu Qiuci stood a young man in blue, with red lips and white teeth, and a handsome appearance, who bore a slight resemblance to him.

Now Liu Qiuci's lower body has returned to normal, and his aura has steadily reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.

When the two met, they first introduced their juniors to each other. Liu Qiuci brought his biological son, Liu Baiyuan, who was two years older than Liu Xiaowen. After some pleasantries, the two of them got to know each other.

The two of them allowed the younger generation to enter and support each other, as there were also dangers inside, so they should be careful. Then the boy led Liu Xiaowen and Liu Baiyuan to the lower pavilion to wait for them to enter the underground palace.

"This underground palace is located beneath the Pinghu Lake. The [Heavenly Blessing and Bright Treasure Spring] has been used up by generations, and now it is still available for four people to use. One of them has been reserved by someone called the Changsheng Temple. We can only fight for the remaining three."

Liu Qiuci spoke softly to Xu Xuan, looking at the Taoist sitting in the main seat with some fear in his eyes.

"When the Immortal Sect acts, they just issue an order directly. Why do they need to use the Chen family's name?"

Xu Xuan was a little surprised. He had previously thought that this was arranged by Chen Weiyuan, but he didn't expect that Changsheng Temple was behind it. Liu Qiuci looked a little embarrassed and whispered:

"This is really hard to explain. Although I have received the news, I dare not speak rashly. I can only guarantee that you will not encounter any serious disasters if you enter. There are still more benefits to be gained."

"The letter from the Chen family aligns with the idea that orders should be issued from the center and all four directions should follow, presenting talents to the emperor. I heard that this precious spring was once left by the descendants of the Qi emperor, so this is what we should do."

Liu Qiuci's words were vague, but they vaguely touched upon the pain points of each family on the prairie. Xu Xuan was now also caught in the middle of the situation, and he vaguely felt the thread around his neck tightening little by little, so the two of them were silent for a while.

"What will it be like when you enter this underground palace?"

Xu Xuan was still a little worried and wanted to ask for details.

"I heard that this is a test used by the ancient Qi State to test each family. It requires people to manifest in a way that matches the fetal breathing state. They enter along the path and finally compete for a place."

Xu Xuan had a rough idea in his mind. He secretly looked at the younger generations brought by various families in the prairie. They were indeed direct descendants, especially the Zhu family. The younger generations they brought had already reached the late stage of fetal breathing. They were the same age as Liu Xiaowen, and their cultivation was profound, surpassing all other families.

"After all, this is the family with the deepest heritage in the prairie, besides the Chen family. The cultivation level of this direct descendant is probably quite good among the immortal sects."

Xu Xuan secretly compared in his mind and looked at various families. Among this group of young people, Liu Xiaowen was roughly ranked in the upper middle. However, at this moment, Liu Xiaowen had not yet received the seal script. Xu Xuan was confident that after receiving the seal script, Liu Xiaowen would be able to stand at the forefront of his peers.

Suddenly, another person came and walked in front of Xu Xuan. He was wearing green armor and carrying a black sword on his back. His posture was as strong as a pine tree. He saluted and said in a deep voice:
"But the Great Red Monastery Master and the Liu Family Patriarch?"

Xu Xuan and Liu Qiuci stood up to return the greeting. This man was not shy and just sat aside, saying with a smile:

"I am Zuo Hemo, the head of the Kongjian Sect. I have heard that Master Xu has achieved the sword energy, and I have wanted to visit him for a long time, but I have some trivial matters to attend to, so it is inconvenient for me to leave the plain."

Zuo Hemo was somewhat chivalrous and quickly praised them as Brother Xu and Brother Liu, and they had a pleasant conversation.

"That Chongyangzi from your temple has grasped the essence of the sword. It's a shame I never got to see him wield his sword. What a shame."

Liu Qiuci was moved when he heard this and said softly:
"I heard that Fellow Daoist Zuo's Kongjian Sect has some connection with Xu Xuan's Dachi Temple." Zuo Hemo looked around, his expression restrained a little, and whispered:

"We all come from the ancient Shu Dao, so naturally we have some connections. I've read records that when Emperor Wang entered Shu, he sent the ancestors of the Kongjian Sect and the Dachi Temple to establish the Dao, creating a total of 72 immortal peaks to welcome the Emperor into the Qishan Mountains."

"Why are you talking about this now? We are just some people who have some connections. We know nothing about the inheritance of the skills. We only have a name to brag about."

Xu Xuan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil. These records were lost in the sect, and Wen Fufeng deliberately did not tell him these things. He only knew that the sect was passed down from Shu, but he did not know that there was such a source.

The Taoist priest seated at the main seat in the distance moved. Seeing that everyone had arrived, he sailed to the center of the lake and offered a blue gem as clear as glass. As soon as this gem appeared, the lake water parted, revealing a deep underground palace.

The clouds formed a ladder, extending downwards and connecting with the entrance of the underground palace. The boy in charge of leading them bowed and let the younger generations of each family in.

"After entering the palace, there will be demons, water and fire. Follow the path to enter. If you can survive the nine difficulties, you will see the treasure spring and fight for it. If you can't endure it, you will be sent back."

The boy explained everything to everyone, waved the whisk in his hand lightly, and a breeze blew up, sending the younger generations of each family to the top of the cloud ladder.

Liu Xiaowen looked around and found that there were seven people including him. In addition to the five families on the original site, there was also a young Taoist priest sent by Changsheng Temple. He was in the middle stage of fetal breathing, but his aura was imposing and was not inferior to the Zhu family member who was in the late stage of fetal breathing.

Liu Baiyuan had already told him that they should go inside and overcome the disaster together, and the outcome would be clear after seeing the spiritual spring. As for the people from Changsheng Temple, it would be better not to provoke them.

Inside, it was pitch black, with only an ancient path leading down, with stairs leading to an endless path. Liu Xiaowen was about to discuss things with Liu Baiyuan when he turned around to find that no one was around and the stone door was closed.

"It seems that he separated everyone on his own initiative. Master did not expect this."

The lights on the stone wall lit up, revealing a faint blue light, illuminating the narrow space. Liu Xiaowen only felt a fishy wind gushing up from below, blowing the lights to shake, like thousands of ghost shadows.

He unsheathed his sword, his expression resolute. He gently stroked the [Prayer for Fire] stone token at his waist, feeling a subtle warmth. Taking a deep breath, Liu Xiaowen descended the path, waiting for any lurking monster ahead to appear, then strike with his sword.

Elsewhere, inside the treasure ship's cabinet, the Taoist priest in charge had already entered and was on standby, taking orders from an old Taoist priest inside.

This old Taoist had a youthful face and white hair, and wore a purple robe. He exuded the aura of a cultivator who was building a foundation. He opened his right hand, and a centipede that was completely red and looked like a ball of fire appeared. It fell to the ground by itself, drilled towards the underground palace below, and disappeared.

"Master, is this the poison that grew naturally in the Fuqi Treasure Spring?"

The Taoist in charge asked softly, as if he was thinking about something.

"That's right. [Blessing Qi] loses to [poison]. Therefore, blessing and misfortune are interdependent. A blessed place can also have dangerous places, and a good spring can also produce poison."

"Let's see who this poison falls on, and then I can report to Wu Huang."

The old Taoist explained softly, looking in the direction where the red-armored centipede had fled, as if he was calculating something.

"Master, can that person really use this to cultivate a magical power and then seek the [Poison] one?"

The Taoist priest below raised his head, looked a little worried, and asked softly.

"Success or failure has little to do with my view. The master makes the plan, and we just follow his orders."

"In my opinion, it might be a little difficult."

The old Taoist continued to look in the direction of the underground palace, as if he wanted to see through the ancient stone wall. A red-armored centipede gently drilled into it, and no one paid any attention.

(End of this chapter)