Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Jiang Yuchuan landed in Jinghe Town, a place on the border of Daqian.

Jiang Yuchuan, who had broken through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm, regained his original appearance, age, and height.

Jiang Yuchuan didn't understand this change in himself either, but after confirming that this apparent change did not harm him, he stopped paying attention to it.

When Jiang Yuchuan stepped into Jinghe Town, it was noon, but he saw that most of the villagers in the town came out of their homes and flocked in the same direction.

Out of curiosity, Jiang Yuchuan asked an old man who had just passed by him for the reason.

"Sir, what happened in town? Where are these villagers going?"

The old man who was being approached saw that Jiang Yuchuan was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament, and was also dressed in a blue robe. He immediately felt a lot of goodwill towards him and asked with a smile:

"Young man, are you from out of town?"

Jiang Yuchuan nodded.

The old man pointed to the villagers ahead and explained, "Today is the Dragon God Dharma Assembly. These villagers are rushing around because they're all getting ready to go to the Dragon God Temple in town to participate in the assembly!"

"The Divine Dragon Dharma Assembly?"

Jiang Yuchuan was slightly surprised.

The old man patiently explained, "Young man, you may not know this, but this divine dragon is an immortal who lives in the Boundless Sea. More than ten years ago, a tsunami struck the Boundless Sea, and it was the divine dragon who appeared and saved the tsunami from crashing onto the shore. The divine dragon used his great power to save the lives of countless people of the Great Qian Dynasty. To express our gratitude to the divine dragon, the imperial court specially built temples dedicated to him in various places, allowing people from all over the country to offer incense and worship him for free."

"And this Divine Dragon Dharma Assembly is a blessing ceremony held by the Divine Dragon Messenger on behalf of the Divine Dragon Lord in the human world!"

The old man's tone became visibly excited as he spoke, "As long as we are devout enough in our faith in the Dragon God and show enough sincerity at the Dharma assembly, the Dragon God will cast his gaze upon us and bestow miracles! He will bless us with long life, promotions, and wealth!"

Jiang Yuchuan felt increasingly uneasy as he listened.

He knew about the Divine Dragon, after all, it was something he had created, but what exactly was the Divine Dragon Messenger?

Thinking this, Jiang Yuchuan asked the question.

"The Divine Dragon Messenger, could this be an appointment made by the imperial court?"

Hearing Jiang Yuchuan's words, the old man shook his head, "How could that be! The Dragon Messenger is naturally appointed by the Dragon God himself! Every Dragon Messenger is a believer chosen from among thousands, and they can summon a portion of the Dragon God's divine power. They are incredibly capable!"

Jiang Yuchuan immediately understood and stopped asking questions. Instead, he said, "Can I participate in this Divine Dragon Dharma Assembly? After all, I have heard about the legend of the Divine Dragon Lord."

"Why not!"

The old man beamed with a warm smile: "In the eyes of Lord Serpent Dragon, we mortals are all equal!"

Jiang Yuchuan smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, sir."

"Come on! I'll take you there."

With that, the two quickly followed the crowd and headed toward the Shenlong Temple built in the center of the town.

When the two arrived, the area in front of the Shenlong Temple was already crowded with people.

The crowd gathered around the high platform erected in front of the temple, their eyes burning with anticipation as they gazed upon a middle-aged Taoist priest with a goatee, dressed in a blue robe, standing on the platform.

On either side of the middle-aged Taoist priest stood a boy and a girl, each around ten years old.

The two teenagers, a boy and a girl, were dressed in the same blue Taoist robes as the middle-aged Taoist priest.

Jiang Yuchuan glanced at the Taoist priest, quickly scanning him to get a clear understanding of him.

He is weak and lacks energy, possessing only mid-stage second-rate strength.

It seems that this dragon messenger is just as he expected, nothing more than a bunch of swindlers and fraudsters.

He wanted to see what tricks these so-called dragon worshippers were up to.

Once all the villagers had arrived, the middle-aged Taoist priest standing on the high platform opened his eyes, flicked the whisk in his hand, and solemnly proclaimed:

"quiet!"

Upon hearing this, the noisy crowd below immediately fell silent.

"The auspicious hour has arrived; the Divine Dragon Ritual officially begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged Taoist lit the long incense stick on the table in front of him, then took out a yellow talisman, held it between two fingers to his chest, and began to chant incantations.

After a lengthy incantation, the middle-aged Taoist priest immediately pointed the yellow talisman in his hand forward forcefully, and the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire.

After the yellow talisman had completely burned out, the middle-aged Taoist clapped his hand, shaking the peach wood sword on the long table. He grabbed it, flipped in mid-air, and somersaulted to the front of the platform. He brandished the long sword, stepped in the Yu Step, and began to dance around the platform.

As the middle-aged Taoist priest's steps and movements became faster and faster, white smoke could be seen rising from his body.

Instead of dissipating, the white smoke gathered slowly in the air, condensing and not dispersing, and finally transformed into a dragon more than ten feet long.

The moment the dragon took shape, all the villagers shouted in unison, "May the great dragon live a long and prosperous life!"

After he finished speaking, all the villagers put their palms together, closed their eyes, and began to pray devoutly.

The middle-aged Taoist priest had stopped walking and stood solemnly beneath the dragon formed by the white smoke, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below the stage.

Soon, the middle-aged Taoist priest's gaze fell on three young men and women whose clothing was distinctly different from that of the other villagers.

These three people, whether in appearance or in the unintentional aura they exude, are clearly not people that ordinary villagers could possess.

"interesting……"

The middle-aged Taoist priest sneered inwardly, memorizing the appearances of the three men.

After the prayer, two young Taoist disciples behind the middle-aged Taoist priest each carried a bronze cauldron down from the high platform.

The villagers lined up in long queues and put in the money they had prepared in advance.

When it was Jiang Yuchuan's turn, he calmly took out a gold ingot the size of half a fist from his pocket and gently placed it in.

The gold ingots stood out conspicuously among a pile of broken silver and copper coins.

The young Taoist holding the bronze cauldron almost thought he was seeing things. But once he was sure that Jiang Yuchuan had put in a pure gold ingot, he immediately changed his numb expression, looked up at Jiang Yuchuan, and his eyes were full of shock and doubt.

Jiang Yuchuan smiled at the young Taoist and slowly walked out of the crowd.

Before long, footsteps sounded behind Jiang Yuchuan, followed by a warm voice:

"Layman in front, please wait!"

Jiang Yuchuan stopped and turned around. It was the middle-aged Taoist priest who called out to him.