Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 211 - 139: A True Man Should Be Like This!

Chapter 211: Chapter 139: A True Man Should Be Like This!

The gentle breeze blew as Chen Qing and Su Yi sat facing each other beneath an ancient pine tree in the Suanni Lion Tribe, a little red clay stove warming their tea.

The fragrance of tea lingered in the air as the maid, graceful in her youth, served the tea with delicate hands.

Chen Qing lifted the teacup, blowing gently before taking a sip, “What is it that Su Brother mentioned?”

Su Yi waved the maid away and smiled warmly, “It’s not difficult actually. I heard that the Nine Nether Goddess has appeared and plans to hold a Dao conference in the Dao Origin Land.”

“I have a hidden ailment, and only the Nine Nether Goddess can cure it, so I have no choice but to make a trip.”

“It’s not that my Suanni Tribe lacks power, but that I have this hidden ailment. If others come seeking trouble, I wouldn’t be able to resist.”

“If Daoist Qingxu is willing to help me fend off those troublemakers and let me meet the Nine Nether Goddess, I would be willing to offer not just twenty strands but even thirty.”

Su Yi reached into his sleeve and took out a glass lamp. What shone inside was none other than a great Dao aura entwined with nine colors of light.

He placed this aura before Chen Qing, “Upon our first meeting, this strand of Nine Thunder Purple Cloud Qi, I present it to Daoist Qingxu.”

Chen Qing reached out and took it, captivated by the divine appearance of this Nine Thunder Purple Cloud Qi. Was his Lifebound Gu now requiring such treasures?

“Daoist Qingxu, you needn’t rush to respond. You can stay with me for a few days.”

“I’ll set out three days from now.”

Chen Qing quickly grabbed the Nine Thunder Purple Cloud Qi, “There’s no time to waste, let’s set off as soon as possible.”

Whatever the Nine Nether Goddess or the White Bone Great Saint might be, he would see them eventually. Better to see them sooner and gauge their depths.

Su Yi clapped his hands in delight, “Qingxu Brother, truly a noble gentleman of the mountains, so decisive!”

“In that case, I’ll go gather the Nine Thunder Purple Cloud Qi. Once it’s together, we shall depart tomorrow!”

With things settled, Chen Qing then asked, “What is the origin of this Nine Nether Goddess to have such influence?”

Su Yi replied, “Above the Netherworld lies the Nine Nether, the region closest to the Death Realm. The Nine Nether Sacred Mansion is located here, uniquely enjoying its creation.”

“The Nine Nether Sacred Mansion, being closest to the Netherworld Dead Realm, possesses profound knowledge of the Dao of life and death.”

“Their miraculous methods are said to resurrect the dead and grow flesh and bones, saving as long as there’s a breath left.”

“There are also wondrous practices enabling one to be enveloped in Death Energy and smitten by Heaven, methods of divine proficiency.”

“Life and death hinging on a single thought, speaking of Nanli, no other place has mastered the Dao of life and death as deeply as the Nine Nether Sacred Mansion.”

“And this time, her immense influence is due to the reappearance of the Master of Mortal World.”

“The Nine Nether lies close to the Death Realm, and with her sudden appearance, naturally many give her respect.”

After resting for a day and tasting various delicacies of the Suanni Tribe, on the early morning of the second day, Chen Qing and Su Yi mounted the broad back of the Suan Ni, setting off for the Dao Origin Land.

The Suan Ni, comparable to the Xuan Bird and stronger still, could travel two thousand miles a day. In just three days, they covered six thousand miles, arriving at a great city.

Although called a city, it had no city walls, only a lone Dao Stele.

Inscribed with two characters: Dao Origin.

Stranger still, the three-zhang-high Dao Stele was carried upon a massive turtle’s back.

Was it perhaps Ba Xia?

But from its appearance, it did not quite match the descriptions in the texts.

Amidst the swirling immortal mist, from the heavens, Daoists occasionally rode by on immortal cranes, passing through the clouds, talking and laughing amidst feasts.

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Nearby came familiar cries of vendors. Disciples of the Dao Origin Land in Daoist robes walked by, discussing various topics.

This reminded Chen Qing of the past, back when people rejoiced in the world.

He and his fellow disciples were much like this, too.

In the past I have gone, willows swaying gently.

Now I come, snow and rain cascading softly.

Was this the power of a great sect?

One day, I, Chen Qing, will establish such a sect where none dare to offend!

A true man should aspire to this!

If he could, then so could I, Chen Qing!

Just as Chen Qing felt a surge of ambition, the giant turtle bearing the stele suddenly looked at him, lowering its carriage-sized head to nuzzle Chen Qing.

Chen Qing, too, was filled with joy, reaching out to pat the huge turtle’s head, and delving into his sleeve, he retrieved the three Thunder Feather Spirit Fruits he hadn’t eaten and fed them to the giant turtle.

After tasting the delicious fruits, a hint of contentment appeared in the turtle’s eyes.

The edge of its shell quivered as a large black serpent crawled out from what seemed like a seamless shell, looking at Chen Qing expectantly.

Chen Qing chuckled wryly, “Alright, three for you as well!”

He took out some Spirit Fruits he’d casually picked but not eaten before and fed them to the black serpent.

After consuming the fruits, the black serpent turned and pulled a jet-black scale from its body, as dark as black jade, placing it in Chen Qing’s hand.

Su Yi remarked in surprise, “Qingxu Brother, this is the guardian spirit beast of the Dao Origin Land, said to have slumbered thirty years, awakening today because of you!”

Disciples of the Dao Origin Land, observing from afar, were equally astonished at the sight.

As they approached the Spirit Turtle, it and the black serpent returned to their statue-like state.

A twenty-three-year-old Dao Origin Land disciple asked, “Did the Spirit Turtle truly awaken?”

“Or was I mistaken?”

“In my twenty-three years, I, Yan Bailiang, have never seen the Spirit Turtle open its eyes!”

When he noted the black jade-like snake scale in Chen Qing’s hand, he concluded, “So it was true!”