I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 130: Heavenly Ascension to Immortality

As dusk cast a shadow on the mountain steps, Zhao Yimei left on the rosy glow of the sunset, as relaxed as a breeze drifting across the Lao Lu Mountain Road, her clothes fluttering and dancing like a butterfly.

The grievances of guarding the highest point of Guannei Road alone for three days were all relieved and turned into ashes at this moment.

When Lu Wujiu asked her "how do you feel", she replied "it is a million times better than Taiyin Sect".

In fact, he had already put Taiyin Sect behind him, and only one thought remained in his mind.

——He remembered her advice and even put it into practice!
As one of the few people who knew Lu Wujiu's background, she knew that there was no need for him to establish his own sect.

But he did it anyway!
It went beyond her imagination.

This special attention was like the drizzle falling into a deep pool on a spring night, causing ripples in her heart.

For a moment, the hot mountain breeze in midsummer seemed to be pleasant.

When I reached the foot of the mountain, I heard a coughing sound from a distance. I looked up and saw an old Taoist priest walking towards me. He looked weak and seemed to be on his last legs.

"Ahem, may I ask, Fairy, is that the Laolu Temple on the mountain?"

The old Taoist priest approached, clasped his fists and started talking.

"Exactly."

"Thank you fairy!"

As the old Taoist priest was about to leave, Zhao Yimei asked curiously, "Are you here to retire, Taoist friend?"

The old Taoist was startled, somewhat confused, but he still said politely: "I am here to return what I owe you."

"Oh!"

Zhao Yimei nodded and wanted to turn back, but thinking that it was a bit shameless, she had to leave.

The old man and the young man passed each other by.

Withering and flourishing are contradictory, and the paths are completely different.

A gust of wind blew by, and on the rocks not far away, a middle-aged monk wearing a Tai Chi robe faintly appeared.

He watched Zhao Yimei going down the mountain, and subconsciously turned back to look at the old Taoist priest who was coughing non-stop. It was as if he saw his life coming to an end, and a trace of melancholy passed across his face.

If Zhao Yimei turned around, she would recognize at a glance that this person was none other than the headmaster of Shenxiao Sect - Duan Lan.

After a while, Duan Lan finally suppressed his inner melancholy, and a strange gleam appeared in his eyes.

Wudang is in a state of disrepair, but Zhao Yimei is not at Wudang. Instead, she visits Lao Lu Temple. Is it just because Lu Wujiu, a guest official of Lao Lu Temple, quietly founded the Liang Yi Sect?

But if that’s the case, why did he go to Jiulong Mountain in Guannei Road and stay there for three days?
The secret love between a man and a woman?

Or is there something else?

Duan Lan's eyes flickered as his figure gradually faded away.

The high mountains retain the sunset glow, and the afterglow spreads out into a brocade.

When the last ray of afterglow fell on the door of Lao Lu Temple, the old Taoist Jiang Wenyu finally knocked on the door. Led by the Taoist boy on duty, he met Lao Lu's guest Lu Wujiu.

"I, Jiang Wenyu, am here to see you, my fellow Daoist. I knock on your gate at dusk, disturbing the moonlight on the Cloud Terrace. I hope you will not be offended!"

Jiang Wenyu bowed in greeting, and just as he stood up he couldn't help coughing again.

"No problem, no problem, sit down!"

Lu Wujiu waved his hand and invited Jiang Wenyu to take a seat.

Jiang Wenyu took out a military token and handed it over:

"I'm here to return the military token I borrowed. The incident at the cave abyss forced me to escape death. Afterwards, I recuperated for several months before finally escaping death. I hope you can forgive my late arrival."

Lu Wujiu looked at the military token sent by Jiang Wenyu, his eyes flickering slightly. During the competition in Dongyuan to select the Pure Yang Sword Master, Jiang Wenyu had borrowed two hundred soldiers from him on the chance encounter.

Who would have thought that the so-called Sword Master Competition was nothing more than Guangxuan's ascension ceremony.

That day, countless wandering cultivators turned into dried bones on the steps of Guangxuan, so he thought Jiang Wenyu was dead as well, but unexpectedly, he escaped.

"Your escape from a desperate situation is a blessing in disguise. How can I blame you?!"

"My fellow Daoist is so kind, I am deeply grateful."

Jiang Wenyu paused, then said, "Now that the things have been returned, I will not bother you any more. Goodbye!"

"Wait a minute!"

Lu Wujiu said, "It's getting late, why not stay and rest for a while."

Jiang Wenyu shook his head: "No, I am dying, my energy is already running out, and I have to take care of my funeral affairs as soon as possible while I don't have much time left."

Lu Wujiu thought for a moment and said, "I wonder what your plans are. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

If Jiang Wenyu had been able to get such a big shot to speak in the past, he would have been extremely excited. However, at this moment, he was exceptionally calm.
"Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist. I have been pursuing the Great Dao until now, and have long been alone. I have no regrets. This time I came down the mountain, I only hope to find a good seedling to pass on my legacy to. I will be satisfied."

At this point, Jiang Wenyu suddenly remembered that when they first met, Lu Wujiu was curious about his method of using a substitute for a dead person, and he immediately took out a thread-bound manuscript from his arms and placed it on the table next to him.

"This book contains the method of using a substitute for a dead person, which I am most proud of in my life. Although it is an unorthodox method, it may help fellow Taoists to learn from it."

Lu Wujiu was startled, and after thinking for a while, he said:

"I have recently founded a new sect called the Liangyi Sect, which focuses on the Taiyin Form Refining Dao. Since your body is damaged, why not join my Liangyi Sect and cultivate the Soul Dao? Perhaps you can have a chance of survival."

Jiang Wenyu was stunned for a while before he said doubtfully:
"I am about to die, and I am afraid I can no longer shoulder the heavy responsibility and may cause great trouble to my fellow Taoists."

"That's fine. For now, fellow Daoist, you should focus on your cultivation. We can discuss matters within the sect after you have secured your chance of survival."

As Lu Wujiu spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the two beads entangled with each other, drew an arc in the air and fell into Jiang Wenyu's body.

"This is the reward for the Li Dai Tao Jiang method. As for whether to join our Liang Yi Sect, this is a serious matter. Fellow Daoist, you may wish to consider it for a few days. This is my token of trust. Fellow Daoist, you can first go to the nursing home at the foot of the mountain to investigate. It is a property of our Liang Yi Sect."

Lu Wujiu was too lazy to say anything more. After handing over another jade token, he picked up the tea and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"The poor Taoist will take his leave first."

Jiang Wenyu tactfully bowed and said goodbye, then turned and left.

When we left Lao Lu Temple, it was already night. The weather was fine, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The watery moonlight cast the huge mountain into a crystal clear glass cup, filled with the chirping of insects.

Jiang Wenyu walked in the moonlight, looking at the cold and quiet mountain path with a dazed expression.

Looking back on his journey of cultivation, he was full of vigor and ambition in his youth, endured hardships in his middle age, and finally found a good opportunity in his old age. However, he never expected that the steps to heaven in his eyes turned out to be the straw used to string grasshoppers together.

After a lifetime of hard struggle, only to end up in such a frail old age, how sad and lamentable.

He was disheartened and wanted to pass on his legacy and spend the rest of his life there.

But from this Nine Heavens Palace, another heavenly staircase descended.

I don’t know if it’s mercy or new straw.

Coming back to his senses, he looked ahead in a daze. Under the moonlight, the winding mountain path seemed to have transformed into a green snake with shimmering scales, ready to carry him through Longmen Pass again.

Only then did he realize that he hadn't coughed for a long time.

It's those two beads.

One is the soul water bead;
One is...the innate primordial qi.

As the night deepened, the mountain fog became thicker, wetting my clothes and my face.

(End of this chapter)