A Sect from a Spirit Vein-Chapter 83 - 80: Requesting an Audience with Zhenren

Chapter 83: Chapter 80: Requesting an Audience with Zhenren

Early the next morning before dawn, Lu Qian set out.

With the map in hand and aboard the flying ship, three hours later, he saw a vast, majestic mountain range lying in front of him by the side of the boundless sea, resembling a giant dragon in slumber—this was the location of the Danxia Sect’s mountain gate, the Liuxia Mountain Range.

By now the sky was bright, but clouds and mist swirled above the mountains, producing rays of sunlight that blended with the azure of the sea and sky, compelling one to admire this truly immortal abode.

As he flew closer, Lu Qian suddenly realized that hidden within that natural glow of sunlight were layers of spiritual energy, shrouding the peaks with a mountain protection grand array.

Just judging from appearances, Lu Qian could not discern the array’s nature. Not daring to act rashly, he descended early to mid-air, and before he even began looking attentively, he immediately saw the location of the Guest Reception Pavilion.

No wonder, there really were quite a few cultivators here.

On one mountain peak were several impressive buildings. Dozens of escape lights lined up in a long queue outside the buildings were precisely visiting cultivators.

Lu Qian joined the queue, feeling a surge of emotion; if a Golden Core Sect could have such grandeur, what must a large sect possessing Nascent Soul True Monarchs be like?

Moments later, seeing he had reached the front, Lu Qian descended from the flying ship and joined the queue on the stone steps. After another incense stick’s worth of time, it was finally Lu Qian’s turn to enter the building.

Within the hall, there were three tables lined up side by side, with three cultivators seated behind them. Lu Qian also felt the spiritual pressure of a Foundation Establishment Feather Scholar coming from upstairs; clearly, this was the person in charge here.

Sitting in the center was a middle-aged man in late-stage Qi Cultivation. He scrutinized Lu Qian up and down, seeing he was only in mid-stage Qi Cultivation, and impatiently extended his hand, saying, "Where’s your token?"

Lu Qian was stunned for a moment, and the middle-aged cultivator’s expression grew more impatient: "Then move aside."

Lu Qian hadn’t yet reacted before the man waved dismissively like shooing away a fly, calling out, "Next!"

The cultivator behind hurriedly stepped forward, pushing Lu Qian aside. Anger welled up in Lu Qian’s heart, but with no choice under the circumstances, he endured it and asked the fat cultivator at another table, "Fellow Daoist, what kind of token is it?"

The fat cultivator waved his hand: "That’s not my responsibility."

Lu Qian stepped forward a few paces, offering a bottle of high-tier Qi Cultivation elixir: "Daoist friend, I just arrived at this treasure land, unfamiliar with the rules, could you perhaps give me some guidance?"

The fat cultivator accepted the elixir, opened it for a whiff, and his expression improved: "You indeed understand courtesy. Here, go to that junior sister over there."

Lu Qian had no choice but to turn around and approach another table, where the female cultivator sat with a long face, as if Lu Qian owed her a large amount of spirit stones.

Lu Qian maintained a smile, handing over a bottle of high-tier elixir, but the female cultivator just clicked her tongue. Instantly, Lu Qian handed over another bottle, and the female cultivator then nodded, taking out paper and pen: "Alright, name, where you come from, what’s your status, which peak and branch’s disciple do you wish to see? After registration, you’ll be given a token, and you’ll return three days later to meet the person."

Lu Qian asked in confusion, "Must it be three days?"

The female cultivator impatiently rapped the table: "Of course, you think my Danxia Sect is what kind of place? That cats and dogs can come and go at will? We only receive twenty visitors a day, and you’ll have to wait three days. Are you going to register or not?"

Lu Qian suppressed his anger and said calmly, "I am Lu Qian, Sect Leader of Yunshan Sect in Qingzhou Quyang County."

The female cultivator glanced at him, snorted, and carelessly scribbled on the paper.

Then she heard Lu Qian continue, "I’m here to visit an elder of my sect, a friend, your sect’s Second Elder, Master Chi Yu."

With a tearing sound, the pen shredded the paper. The female cultivator stared blankly upwards at Lu Qian.

Lu Qian loudly repeated, "I am Lu Qian, Sect Leader of Yunshan Sect in Qingzhou Quyang County, here to visit an elder of my sect, a friend, Danxia Sect’s Second Elder, Master Chi Yu!"

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent. The middle-aged cultivator stood up sharply, the fat cultivator’s mouth gaped wide, and the female cultivator screamed, jerking back nearly falling.

The next moment, Lu Qian felt a sudden shock of spiritual pressure, and a figure flickered beside him, asking seriously, "Daoist friend, is what you say true?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It was precisely the Foundation Establishment Feather Scholar in charge here.

As he asked, he waved his long sleeve, directly pushing the other visiting cultivator out through the door. With a bang, the door shut tightly.

The three cultivators immediately bowed: "Greetings, Martial Uncle."

But the Feather Scholar ignored them, simply staring intently at Lu Qian.

Lu Qian smiled and said, "How dare I joke about a Golden Core Master?"

The Feather Scholar asked again, "Do you have proof?"

Lu Qian took out a stone box: "I have a letter from Master Chi Yu to my Grandmaster Ancestor as proof. Feather Scholar, would you care to verify?"

The Feather Scholar looked at Lu Qian and slowly shook his head.

Assuming the person is not insane, naturally, they wouldn’t dare joke about such a matter. Since this person dares to speak up, it is almost certainly true. The letter is a private item; how dare he risk messing with it?

Suddenly his expression became much more polite, and remarkably, he bowed to Lu Qian: "Please rest here for a moment, and I’ll report immediately. You three useless fools, hurry up and serve tea!"

With that, his figure flashed, turning through the back door, personally going to deliver the message.

Lu Qian stood in the center of the hall, turning his gaze towards the three cultivators, all of whom shivered in unison.

The middle-aged cultivator suddenly burst into a bright smile, hurriedly running out from behind the table, bending over to push a chair behind Lu Qian: "Daoist friend, Daoist friend, please sit..."

The fat cultivator wiped sweat from his brow, awkwardly edging in, his face bulging with flesh: "I always knew Daoist friend was no ordinary person, this... earlier was all a misunderstanding..."

The female cultivator raised a cup of clear tea high, handing it over respectfully: "You two failed to recognize greatness. This is Sect Leader Lu! Sect Leader Lu, please have tea."

Lu Qian accepted the tea and sat down, looking at the three, coldly laughing: "Three Daoist friends, why the sudden change from arrogance to deference?"

All three broke into a cold sweat, originally assigned here to greet visitors, they were people not very valued in the sect.

If this esteemed guest were to complain to the Second Elder, who knows where they’d be sent—no hope for life!

Suddenly, the middle-aged cultivator raised his hand, giving himself a hard slap, the sound echoed heavily, and a red mark immediately appeared on his face. This decisive action even startled Lu Qian.

"Sect Leader Lu, I beg for your forgiveness, it’s our fault for having dog eyes and failing to recognize true divinity..." The middle-aged man kept bowing in apology, then shouted to the other two, "You two ought to give Sect Leader Lu’s apologies gift!"