Mysterious mirror hanging high

Others just thought that this True Lord Jinghong had practiced some secret ghost technique and had to cultivate his Dharma body in an out-of-body state all year round. However, Jing Yu knew that Song Jinghong was probably afraid that her Dharma body would scare others... Although her Nascent Soul Dharma body only had one opening and looked a bit weird, it was at least much more pleasing to the eye than her original appearance.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Jing Yu, Song Jinghong quickly noticed Ye Jinyuan standing respectfully behind Jing Yu and asked curiously:

"What a foundation! Xuan Jing, this must be your sect's acting headmaster, your direct disciple, Ye Jinyuan? I see his spiritual pressure is condensed and not dissipated. Is it a high-grade golden elixir or a purple golden elixir?"

"They say your disciple was tied up in sect affairs and delayed his cultivation. Now that I see you, I know the rumors are untrue."

Ye Jinyuan said respectfully, "Greetings to Master Jinghong... It's just a few trivial matters. Why would they delay my path? It's just something I can do."

Song Jinghong nodded, then turned to greet Ye Xingyun and said respectfully:

"Greetings to the True Lord of Fortune and Luck..."

Ye Xingyun said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Jinghong, you are being too polite. I would also like to thank you for coming to pay your respects to my grandfather today..."

Song Jinghong was very humble: "If it weren't for the [Yuqing Yin Gong Talisman] borrowed from the True Lord, Jinghong would have had a hard time opening up even if he used the [Scented Golden Lotus Seed]... Jinghong's chance to reach the Nascent Soul stage is three-tenths from Qingya, and three-tenths from the True Lord and Xuanjing..."

At this moment, another person came in from outside the mourning hall. It was a Yuanying elder from Songfeng Pavilion. Ye Xingyun greeted him, but he was a little puzzled:

"How come the True Lord from Penglai who came to offer condolences has arrived so early..."

The Yuanying elder first bowed to Ye Jianghuai's "spirit", then bowed to Ye Xingyun, and finally walked in front of Jing Yu and whispered:

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing, I have been entrusted by the Lord of Nanyue Peak to invite you to Nanyue Peak..."

Jing Yu asked in surprise, "Why did Fellow Daoist Xiao come to see me?"

The Yuanying elder's face showed sorrow: "Master Xiao Feng's life span is drawing to a close, so I specially asked you to see him for the last time and extend his life for a moment..."

"What? Fellow Daoist Xiao is also going to pass away!" Jing Yu was shocked. He just realized that among the five peak masters of Songfeng Pavilion, Xiao Beiyue was the oldest one and was a person of the same era as Donghai Jianghuai Zhenjun.

Then he waved his hand and said, "This place is one of my clones... My real body is in Penglai Fairyland right now, so I'll go there right away!"

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Songfeng Pavilion, Nanyue Peak, General Affairs Hall

Xiao Beiyue sat in front of the sandalwood desk in the main hall. The piles of jade slips on the desk glowed faintly under the illumination of the night pearl.

His skinny fingers were holding a jade slip, his knuckles turning white from the strain, but he was still looking at it intently.

"Yuan'er."

The old man suddenly coughed twice, and a puff of extremely foul-smelling black air erupted, filled with a faint odor of decay. However, he pointed nonchalantly at the account book beside the desk and said, "Last month, the [Green Jade Field] was attacked by a locust monster, and the yield dropped significantly. Is the stock of [Green Corn], the Dan-forming spiritual ingredient in the secret vault, still sufficient for the inner disciples to form Dan?"

Xiao Yuan, who was standing by, opened his mouth, his voice choking with emotion. "Master, according to the rules you set, the missing [Green Corn] has been replaced with other Jindan spiritual objects... As for the shortage in the secret vault..."

"Just reduce the monthly allowances of each peak's Nascent Soul True Lords." Xiao Beiyue said calmly, "It's not been easy for the Pavilion these days. We should work together to overcome this difficult time."

He then added, "I will supervise this matter in my name."

As dusk deepened outside the window, the old man, with his back hunched, divided the approved jade slips into three piles: the leftmost ones had to be returned overnight, the middle ones had to wait for the discussion in the pavilion on the new moon day, and the pile on the right was tied with a black rope.

Xiao Yuan's lips moved, and he couldn't help but say:

"Master...don't read any further! Just leave these menial tasks to me!"

Xiao Beiyue seemed not to hear and asked:

"How many hours are left until [midnight]?"

Xiao Yuan's voice was hoarse: "Master, there are still two full hours..."

"That's good."

Xiao Beiyue said calmly, "A few days ago, my master went to Tianxiang Xianzhou to seek out Lingshu Zhenjun to tell my fortune. He calculated that my master would die at the hour of Hai... If I could find the Xuanjing to extend my life, I could live another hour and last until the hour of Zi."

"When it comes to divination, True Lord Lingshu is undoubtedly one of the top three in the world. Furthermore, considering the cultivator's current physical condition, calculating a cultivator's lifespan shouldn't be difficult... there shouldn't be any mistakes or omissions."

"We still have plenty of time... I'll pick out some difficult decisions for you, as well as matters that might offend others, to clear the way for you in advance... This will help you make things easier for later."

Xiao Yuan was about to say a few more words of advice when his expression suddenly changed. A communication talisman flew in from outside the hall and was grasped in his hand. After a moment, he said:

"Master... the other Peak Masters are requesting to see you..."

"Let them come in."

Soon, four Nascent Soul True Lords with powerful auras stepped in.

They are the current Dongyue Peak Master [Xiao Guanyue], Xiyue Peak Master [Yang Dingfeng], Beiyue Peak Master [Wu Kaizhi], and Zhongyue Peak Master [Qi Baisheng] of Songfeng Pavilion.

Among them, Yang Dingfeng no longer looked sickly with cold poison entering his marrow and fire poison invading his body. Instead, he was in good spirits and full of energy, and his spiritual power was as condensed as substance. He actually came from behind and quietly reached the level of Nascent Soul perfection.

Xiao Guanyue also has the cultivation level of a perfect Nascent Soul, but compared to Yang Dingfeng, he seems to lack some of the laws and rhymes of Tao.

Even Wu Kaizhi, who was not very devoted to cultivation, had reached the late Nascent Soul stage. This made Qi Baisheng, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, seem a little out of place among the four peak masters.

Xiao Guanyue looked at Xiao Beiyue's now emaciated appearance, and felt pity in his heart. He said in a sad voice:

"Brother Xiao, I am here to see you off for the last time..."

Wu Kaizhi sighed, Qi Baisheng's eyes were red, only Yang Dingfeng gritted his teeth and looked at Xiao Beiyue with an expression of disappointment, wondering what he was thinking.

"Everyone, please wait a moment. I still have some miscellaneous matters that I haven't reviewed..." Xiao Beiyue picked up a jade slip with trembling hands and tried to use his spiritual power to read it. When a person is about to die, even a powerful person like Yuanying Zhenjun will feel a sense of exhaustion in his sea of ​​consciousness, and even using the power of spiritual power is somewhat beyond his ability.

After more than half an hour, a breeze blew outside the hall, and Jing Yu, dressed in a gray robe, finally arrived. Around his waist hung a small pendant that looked like a palace. It was obviously a mid-grade cave spiritual weapon [Youfang Xianfu].

In order to see Xiao Beiyue for the last time, Jing Yu really came in person!

"The mysterious mirror has arrived!" Xiao Beiyue said with a smile.

Jing Yu looked at Xiao Beiyue, who was almost at the end of his life, and pursed his lips: "Fellow Daoist Xiao...you..."

Xiao Beiyue whispered, "Xuan Jing, Master Lingshu calculated that you have a way to extend my life by an hour. I wonder what kind of magical power you have that could give you such a powerful destiny?"

Jing Yu sighed, the mysterious mirror in his body glowed slightly, the light gathered between his fingers, and a blue life bead passed into Xiao Beiyue's body:

"Xuan Jun bestows upon me the blessing... [Longevity]!"