Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 43 Visiting the Yang Mansion
In a blink of an eye, a few days passed. Early in the morning of the 15th, the two set out from the inn and arrived at Yang's Mansion.

I saw a long queue outside the mansion, including men, women, young and old, dozens of people, all of whom were monks.

The two men lined up obediently at the back of the team. In front of Song Xian was a thin man in his fifties, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He was wearing a long black plaid robe and looked like a casual cultivator.

"May I ask your name, fellow Taoist?" Song Xian asked.

The man smiled and said, "My name is Luo Jin. May I know your name?"

"I am Song Xian, the headmaster of the Hunyuan Sect."

"Excuse me." The man looked him over and said, "Please forgive my ignorance. I have never heard of your clan's name."

"Our sect migrated here with the troops from Pingyuan County and arrived in Bianxia Town a few days ago. Fellow Daoist Luo, may I ask if all the fellow Daoists here are here to pay a visit to Senior Yang?"

"Of course, everyone who comes here has something to ask of Senior Yang."

"I wonder which sect of monks you are from?"

"I'm ashamed to say that I have no sect or school, I'm just a casual cultivator."

"Please forgive my recklessness. Fellow Daoist, a free and independent cultivator, do you really need to ask Senior Yang for anything?"

The man laughed and said, "Self-cultivators also need to eat and earn money, otherwise how can they cultivate?"

"May I ask why you are here, fellow Taoist? Would you mind telling me?"

The man did not answer but asked, "Why are you here, Master Song?"

Song Xian did not hide anything: "To be honest, our sect has just arrived in Bianxia Town. The situation is difficult and we have no income from any industry. I heard that Senior Yang is a pillar of Bianxi City and a righteous man. Therefore, I came to visit him and hope to get some care."

The man smiled and said, "That's why we're here too."

"I'm new here and know very little about this place. May I ask, Fellow Daoist Luo, what can a casual cultivator like you do that Senior Yang could help you with?"

"I have many requests. Look at this team. At least half of them are independent cultivators. Everyone has different requests. I came here to ask Senior Yang to give us a sales contract."

Song Xian frowned slightly: "Sale treaty? What is this?"

"Fellow Daoist Song, do you know that there are frequent caravans traveling between West City and Muhe Grassland?"

"I know that."

"What do you think these caravans rely on to carry their goods? They rely on blood camels. Horses are useless in the desert; only camels are reliable. Blood camels are a renowned breed of camel, known as the "Horse of the Desert." They're not only swift but also resistant to hunger and thirst, able to survive a month or two without food or water. They're also incredibly tall, and each can carry a thousand pounds."

"What does this have to do with Senior Yang? Could it be that this blood camel is the Beast Taming Sect's spiritual beast?"

"Although the Blood Camel isn't a spiritual beast, it's a species raised and bred by the Beastmaster Sect. It's the offspring of a spiritual beast and a species of wild camel. If West City wants to buy or sell a Blood Camel, it must get the Beastmaster Sect's approval. That's why I'm here."

"I see." Song Xian nodded. The two of them were talking, but the team didn't move at all. "Senior Yang is so busy. I wonder how many people he has to meet in a day. How much time do we have to talk with him?"

"How long? It's good enough to be able to meet. Sect Leader Song thinks he can meet Senior Yang just by coming here? Whether he can meet or not depends on Senior Yang's mood. Some people may not be able to meet even if they come ten times."

Hearing this, Song Xian was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that it would be so difficult to meet Yang Jinzhang. It seemed that he was even more powerful than the leader of Luoyun Sect.

As time passed, the crowd slowly moved forward, and many more people arrived behind Song Xian and joined the team.

After waiting in line for almost half an hour, it was finally Song Xian's turn.

The servant guarding the gate of the mansion was no longer the big gatekeeper I saw last time. He was replaced by a group of people. In the middle sat a young man wearing the clothes of the Beast Taming Sect, with the cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"Please take a seat, fellow Taoist." The man looked up at him and waved his hand.

Song Xian then sat down in front of him.

The man's face was filled with arrogance. He looked up and said, "I don't recognize you, fellow Daoist. May I ask your name?" "I am Song Xian, the headmaster of the Hunyuan Sect."

"Hunyuan Sect? Never heard of it? But it's a sect in Bianxi City?"

"Yes, I migrated from Pingyuan County, and my mountain gate is located at Guzi Mountain in Bianxia Town."

"What brings you here, fellow Daoist?"

Song Xian looked to the side and saw that while the two were talking, there was another ordinary woman who looked like a maid, who was writing something down quickly.

"I'm new here, and I've long admired Senior Yang's reputation, so I came to visit."

The man said expressionlessly, "Just a visit? You may not be aware of the rules of this prefecture. Uncle Yang is very busy and has a lot of affairs to deal with every day, especially on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month, when he has to meet countless people. Therefore, not everyone will have the opportunity to meet Uncle Yang. Before the meeting, we will inform Uncle Yang of your identity, background, and purpose."

"Master Uncle will decide whether to meet or not at his discretion. After all, he has too many people to meet with every day. If it's not important, he may not make time to meet."

"Fellow Daoist, you've also seen that there are still people waiting to meet you. So it's best for you to tell us your true purpose. We'll report it to you. If you have something important to do and are using it as a pretext for a visit, you might miss the opportunity to meet."

After hearing this, Song Xian said truthfully, "I came here first to pay a visit to Senior Yang and to comfort my longing for you. Second, I would like to ask for your help. My sect has just settled down and has no source of income. I hope to help your sect with what I can. If you can do so, my sect will be very grateful."

"How many people are there in your sect? Where exactly is Guzi Mountain? What cultivation resources does your sect have?" The man asked three questions in a row.

"There are only a dozen or so of us in our sect. Although we're not many, we're very friendly and united. Lonely Son Mountain is two hundred miles east of the Tianshan Mountains. There's a first-grade, low-grade spiritual vein at the mountain gate. Oh, and by the way, there's a large lake near the mountain gate. Passing caravans often stop there to rehydrate their camel caravans."

"Take him to the west wing hall and wait." The man ordered without raising his head.

"Yes." The older butler beside him, who looked like an ordinary old man, responded, "Master, please follow me."

Song Xian responded and said, "This senior brother behind me came here with me. May I come in and pay my respects to Senior Yang?"

"No, only you can go in. He's waiting outside."

Song Xian looked back at Zhong Wenyuan and nodded at him, and Zhong Wenyuan left the queue.

"Master Song, I'd like to verify this information with you to avoid any errors. You are the headmaster of the Hunyuan Sect, having migrated from Pingyuan County. Your sect's main gate is located in Guzi Mountain, two hundred miles east of the Tianshan Mountains. Your sect has over ten disciples, a low-grade first-order spiritual vein, and is adjacent to a large lake where caravans often stop. You are here to seek some income for the sect, is that correct?"

The two entered the mansion and walked through the courtyard. The old housekeeper was holding a roll of paper, which was the paper the maid had just recorded.

"What the old gentleman said is correct."

The old butler said with a forced smile, "Master Song, this is the first time I've come to visit our master!"

"Yes, I came here a few days ago, but I didn't see him. A steward named Yang came forward and said that I should come back to visit him on the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month."

"Master Song, do you know that you need to burn incense when you worship Buddha? I have never seen anyone worship Buddha without burning incense and still want to fulfill their wish in all my years in this mansion."

Hearing this, Song Xian knew what he meant. He quickly took out a spiritual stone from his sleeve and handed it to him, saying, "Song is new here and doesn't know the rules. I hope you can teach me a lot."

The old housekeeper glanced at the spirit stone in his hand and said disdainfully, "Forgive me for being blunt, but if Master Song has only this much sincerity, it will be difficult for him to see the Buddha."

As he spoke, he stretched out three fingers. Song Xian understood and took out two more spirit stones from his sleeve and handed them to him: "Thank you, old sir."

"Okay, okay. I will definitely report Immortal Master Song's situation to the higher-ups. If someone brings the Immortal Master to see the master, Immortal Master Song will have to reward the errand boy as usual."

"Thank you for telling me, old man."

After walking through several long corridors, the two came to a courtyard where several men and women were sitting in a spacious and bright hall.

"Master Song, please wait here. I'm taking my leave." The old butler walked to the door, said this and turned to leave.

"Hey! Fellow Daoist Song, you are here too." Song Xianfang entered the inner room and heard a voice coming from inside.

(End of this chapter)