Mysterious mirror hanging high

The other one was from the [Recluse] lineage in the Hall of Eternal Life. He did not fight or compete, lived to the end of that era, and died in the great catastrophe of the era.

According to Jing Yu's calculations, even if this person did not fight for opportunities, relying solely on the cultivation resources provided by the Hall of Longevity, and practicing step by step, he would have reached the Golden Immortal realm through hard work in an entire era.

I'm afraid that this senior took a gamble at the end of the era, trying to see if he could become a Taoist Lord and achieve the Dao Fruit, but he naturally failed, and his fate evolved, resulting in this "Clear Mirror and Still Water" fate.

He sighed inwardly, "Even if I possess the divine destiny of [Eternal Life], I can only be promoted to the Golden Immortal at best. Without another opportunity, or a Dao Master like Wanshou Daojun to guide me step by step on the path of Tao... it would be difficult to even glimpse the realm of Dao Lords. When the great catastrophe of the era arrives and all things return to the abyss, I will still die and my Dao will be annihilated."

Jing Yu suddenly thought that if he wasted an entire era and still remained at the Golden Immortal level at the end of the era, he would definitely give it a try and try to become a Taoist Lord.

I don’t know what kind of new fate I will have if I fail?

This matter was too far away from him and was not something that he, a young Nascent Soul cultivator, needed to consider, so he just put it aside for the time being.

At this moment, Jing Yu observed the vague thread of cause and effect between Guan Lingxiao and Xiao Yinghan, and his mind was full of thoughts:

"After just one encounter, their fates are already connected. How can there be any causal connection between this man and woman? Could it be a [marriage thread]?"

Thinking of this, Jing Yu smiled slightly and pondered, "The orphan of Jian Ge and the Holy Maiden of Penglai... one is a young sword immortal with a hatred as deep as the sea and a heart as hard as iron, and the other is a young, inexperienced, aloof and detached fairy from a major sect."

"Since their first meeting was at a place like [Penglai Meeting], there was bound to be a fight."

"They are both contemporary golden and purple geniuses. They might even develop a mutual respect for each other as they fight!"

"It's really too classic."

Guan Lingxiao glanced at Jing Yu. He had been with Jing Yu for nearly two hundred years, and the two of them were already so familiar with each other that he knew what his master was going to do when he raised his butt. He couldn't help but coughed lightly.

"Master, please don't mess around with couples."

Jing Yu pursed her lips, curled her fingers slightly, and was about to take action:

"You traitor, you used your [Mind's Eye] power on your master, didn't you? You deserve a beating!"

Not long after, many more cultivators entered Penglai Mountain. Ye Xingyun, Li Jiangmei, Nangong Fuhua and others were all present. Jing Yu hadn't seen them for a long time, so naturally they exchanged greetings for a while.

"Lingxiao, are you confident that you can win the first prize in this Penglai meeting?" Ye Xingyun, who hadn't seen him for a few years, seemed to have a stronger aura of treasure. It was obvious that he had obtained a lot of new treasures. Now he asked with a smile, twisting his short beard under his chin.

Nangong Fuhua, who was standing by, was considered half of Guan Lingxiao's swordsmanship master. During his time at Xuan Ce Sect, he often taught Guan Lingxiao swordsmanship. He naturally had a good idea of ​​the young swordsman's abilities, and upon hearing this, he spoke first:

"Don't worry. I've noticed that this year's Penglai Gathering is lacking in talent, far inferior to the one from two hundred years ago. I'm afraid the only one in the room who can stand a chance against Ling Xiao is the Penglai Saintess Xiao Yinghan. The rest are nothing but trash."

Guan Lingxiao remained silent, obviously agreeing with what Nangong Fuhua said.

Yun Xuance whispered, "That's not bad... Looking at all the major sects in Zhongzhou, only One Mountain and Two Monasteries can consistently produce a Golden Purple Heavenly Prodigy every two hundred years. Sects like Three Pavilions only produce one cultivator who reaches Golden Purple Dancheng every three to four hundred years on average."

"The last time [Songfeng Pavilion] had two Golden Purple Prodigies, [Qi Baisheng] and [Xu Baiwei], it was a special case."

"This year, there's no need to say much about Xiao Yinghan from the Penglai Holy Land. Juntian Temple and Liangyi Temple each have a Golden Purple Daoist... As for Songfeng Pavilion and Xuanyin Pavilion, they haven't had any outstanding talents in the past two hundred years. I'm afraid they'll only select a few true disciples who have achieved top-grade elixirs to attend the conference."

"As for the Six Paths, they are even worse. Last time, there was a Golden Purple Heavenly Prodigy in the Heyu Path who was in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm. He had already formed his Infant Stage decades ago and didn't even wait for this Penglai Realm. Let's not even mention him."

"It seems that, including Ling Xiao, there are only four cultivators who have reached the golden and purple level in Penglai this time?" Jing Yu sighed.

"It seems that it is indeed far less dazzling than the last session."

You must know that at the last Penglai Conference, there were eight golden and purple geniuses who took to the stage to fight!

"However, I heard that due to the changes in the earth veins, [Xuanyuan Yuhuatian] encountered another incident. This time, there are only three spots. Compared to the five spots in the last session, the competition for this [Penglai Conference] will be fierce."

Jing Yu pondered, "Each of [One Mountain and Two Observatories] has a Golden Purple Prodigy attending the conference. If it were normal, without Ling Xiao as a variable, then the three spots would definitely go to these three."

“But now that Ling Xiao is attending the meeting, one of these three will definitely miss the opportunity to [Xuan Yuan Yu Hua Tian]. I wonder which unlucky one it will be…”

At this moment, a Jindan Zhenren wearing the standard Taoist robe of Juntian Temple stood in front of Jing Yu with a spiritual talisman in his hand and said respectfully:

"Greetings to True Lord Xuanjing. I am a disciple of the Juntian Temple. I have been ordered by my master to invite you and your disciple, the Immortal Sword Master Lingxiao, to the East Courtyard reception room to enjoy a cup of tea together."

"Master Juntian of Juntian Temple wants to invite Ling Xiao and me to have tea?" Jing Yu, Yun Xuance and others looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

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Jing Yu brought Guan Lingxiao with him, and the two followed the Jindan Zhenren from Juntian Temple all the way, and soon they arrived at a reception room in the courtyard on the east side of Penglai's main peak.

This place is a place specially provided by the Penglai Holy Land for foreign guests to meet and have confidential conversations. It has excellent privacy, and each reception room is equipped with extremely strict sound insulation and concealment formations.

The Jindan Zhenren brought them to the place, but did not enter. He just bowed to the two of them and left.

Jing Yu and Guan Lingxiao stepped into the hall and saw an old Taoist priest dressed in Baotu Xingyue clothing sitting upright on a cushion. He held a teapot in his hand, and real fire kept coming out of his palm, as if he was brewing spiritual tea.

"Nan Xingyan?" Jing Yu's eyes flashed.

The old Taoist in front of him was none other than the abbot of [Juntian Temple] who was in charge of the accounting of the treasury. His name was [Nan Xingyan] and he was a True Lord in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. He was also one of the powerful elders in [Juntian Temple]. He made a lot of money on a daily basis. Although he was only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, in terms of wealth, he was not inferior to many Great True Lords in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

I just don’t know why this person came to me?

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing! Fellow Daoist Guan!" The old Taoist laughed heartily when he saw the two of them. He put down the teapot in his hand and without any further words, he took out two bulging storage bags from his waist and placed them on the tea table in front of him.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."