Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 533 - 502: Senior Brother, Senior Sister, Junior Brother

Beyond the Three Mountains and Nine Waters.

In a desolate region where venomous mountains and perilous waters are commonplace, there lies Black Cloud Mountain, teeming with poisonous creatures and noxious plants.

It is called Seven Extremes Mountain.

Halfway up its height sits a cave dwelling, which serves as the cultivation abode of the mistress of the mountain—the Purple Spirit Immortal.

Looking from outside in.

The darkness is ink-like, with only the hissing of venomous insects and the rustling sound of the breeze through the grass.

Ordinary folk.

Even a Mahayana True Immortal would rarely be able to enter and observe.

But little is known of the unique world within—

Beyond the darkness, there are two vast stone chambers, with walls polished like jade. Inside, stone beds, shelves, tables, and stools all glisten like mutton fat jade.

Various fiercely toxic and exotic plants from outside the mountain have been transplanted here, making the quietude even more intriguingly pleasant.

Beside the stone table sits a young woman who seems otherworldly as an immortal, appearing to be holding a needle and thread, crafting some unknown object. Upon closer inspection, her right hand wields a green ice needle, exuding an eerie chill. With a flick of her fingers in midair, strands of clear light weave together.

As the weaving progresses.

A page begins to materialize in the air, shimmering with golden light.

Time passes.

The golden brilliance intensifies, and the gilded page takes form. The woman casually flicks her hand, and a copper coin falls in midair, shining upon the golden page, making its radiance all the more dazzling. In the void appears a golden book. The floating page merges with the tome, disappearing instantly.

Upon a closer look.

The golden book, which previously contained only eighteen pages, seems to have gained a nineteenth.

The void stirs slightly, and a gentle breeze rises.

The book’s pages open, the first eleven shrouded in a golden halo interlaced with a blinding crimson. They seem to contain names, with hazy figures shimmering above the text.

Examining closely.

The last line on the tenth page bears distorted characters. It is neither writing from this era nor an alphabet from the ancient past. It appears as two characters at first glance, yet upon further inspection, it may seem like three or four or five.

In any case.

A mere glance induces thoughts of various titles like ’Changqingzi,’ ’Changqing Daoist,’ ’Changqing Demon,’ and so on.

Different names.

But all refer to the same person.

Yet, no figure or presence lingers above this text.

The page lingers for a moment.

The woman touches it lightly and speaks in a cool tone: "One life from Xun Zhenbei for one Immortal Artifact—I wish to borrow the ’Celestial Cycle Stars Tablet’ from my junior brother."

A ripple spreads through the void.

The woman’s clear, resonant voice echoes in the empty cave dwelling.

A faint response seems to echo from the far end of the void.

After a long pause.

"Seven Extremes Mountain only makes transactions, without concern for grudges."

"My Immortal Mansion is covetously eyed, and with my junior brother holding the ’Celestial Cycle Stars Tablet,’ the aftermath won’t be small."

"Junior brother—"

The woman’s brow furrows ever so slightly.

Silence.

A long time passes.

Finally, she speaks again: "If so, junior brother, take care of yourself. If peril arises, envision Seven Extremes Mountain in your heart and silently call upon ’Purple Spirit’—your senior sister will rush to your aid."

After her words dissipate.

The void falls silent again.

...

Beyond the Seven Extremes Mountain.

Unknowable is the height of tens of thousands of feet above or the depth of one hundred thousand layers below.

Suddenly, a spring’s roar echoes like thunder.

A cliff appears.

Below the cliff, a long ravine stretches several zhang wide. Suddenly, in the midst of the stream soars a stone peak, dense with green pines and cypresses and surrounded by numerous caverns of all sizes.

Looking around, there is a stone cave.

The cave is spacious and vast, facing the central stone pillar, its entrance draped with vines and flourishing with an abundance of strange flowers and plants, with plum blossoms being the most profuse. Above hang the large characters "Meihua Cave."

Within the cave, thousands of stone chambers are divided meticulously, graced with golden courts and jade pillars, magnificent and dignified, radiantly bright and eternally clear—truly worthy of being called a Cave Heaven Immortal Mansion.

In the central courtyard overgrown with plum blossoms.

A Daoist sits cross-legged, indifferent to the falling blossoms, idly toying with a few copper coins.

Suddenly.

The Daoist looks up, a slight smile playing at the corner of his mouth, "My young junior brother seems quite extraordinary indeed."

The Daoist catches the falling plum blossoms with one hand and gently tosses them beyond the courtyard.

The drifting plum blossoms.

Destined for unknown places.

...

The Three Mountains and Nine Waters.

At East Sea Jin Mountain.

"Thanks to Senior Sister Purple Spirit," Lu Qingfeng bows toward the void, and the breath of the void disperses, taking with it the cold voice.

"Seven Extremes Mountain."

"Purple Spirit Immortal."

Quietness envelops the mountain once more.

Lu Qingfeng’s brow intermittently tightens and relaxes, as if deep in thought. Looking up toward the sky, he appears wary, "Even Xun Zhenbei has sought the ’Burning God Book’ from Seven Extremes Mountain to use against me. It seems this honorary senior sister is not to be trifled with."

With thoughts swirling in his mind.

He suddenly feels a presence.

"A guest has arrived."

He steps out, landing outside Jin Mountain. Looking up, he sees a plum blossom descending, transforming midair into a Daoist clad in a plum blossom magic robe.

The Daoist appeared to be of middle age.

He looked towards Lu Qingfeng standing outside the mountain, and with a benevolent smile said in a loud voice, "The last disciple of our teacher has finally emerged. I am Xie Zongyuan, especially here to congratulate my junior brother on receiving our teacher’s inheritance."

The Daoist was hearty and forthright.

Lu Qingfeng observed him, and recalling the words of the ’Purple Spirit Immortal’ he had spoken with earlier, immediately recognized the man’s origin. He repeated in haste, "So it’s Senior Brother Mei Hua from Ningbi Cliff Meihua Cave. This junior brother has been remiss in not meeting you from afar, please forgive me."

While recollecting the information rumor provided about this Daoist,

Lu Qingfeng practiced the Great Method, cloaking all traces of his aura and the Heavenly Mechanism to the deepest extent, not revealing the slightest hint externally.

"No need for such formalities, junior brother."

"The Immortal teacher departed long ago, leaving behind only three inheritances. It is only you, I, and the Purple Spirit Immortal from Seven Extremes Mountain who are the successors. It’s only right for us to keep close relations and support one another."

The Daoist spoke.

Seeing that Lu Qingfeng was outside the mountain, yet seemed as if he was not present in this world. Were it not for looking directly at him, relying solely on perception, one could only sense a void ahead, without the slightest sign of human presence.

"Such a masterful method of concealment," the Daoist thought to himself, realizing defenses had been bypassed.

He wasn’t annoyed, though.

It seems that he just came to meet Lu Qingfeng and offer his congratulations, planning to take his leave right after.

Throughout the conversation, only courtesy was exchanged, without any mention of the ’Celestial Cycle Stars Tablet’. Only upon departing did he advise Lu Qingfeng to be careful; after Ascension, should danger arise, he should hold a plum blossom and visualize ’Ningbi Cliff Meihua Cave’.

At the thought of this,

He could come to assist in an instant.

This was precisely what the Purple Spirit Immortal had mentioned.

"Who knows what kind of scheme this might be."

Upon seeing the plum blossom wither away, Lu Qingfeng shook his head and turned to return to Jinshan.

He had long been aware that inheriting the Heavenly Stele Secret Realm would surely bring trouble to his doorstep. Yet, he hadn’t expected that even before his Ascension, two powerful beings from the Spirit Domain would come seeking him.

"That Purple Spirit Immortal from Seven Extremes Mountain, skilled in curse techniques, must be a carrier of the Jiuyu Immortal’s line of curse arts, surely possessing the ’Seven Absolute Suppression Copper Coins’."

"As for Mei Hua Wanderer of Meihua Cave Ningbi Cliff, likely cultivated the ’Mei Hua Divination’, holding ’Plum Blossom Escape Heaven Treasure’."

Only by gathering the three Supreme Treasures can the Jiuyu Immortal Mansion be unlocked.

The ’Celestial Cycle Stars Tablet’ in Lu Qingfeng’s hands would naturally sweep others’ hearts, especially so for the Purple Spirit Immortal and Mei Hua Wanderer, who are also successors to the Jiuyu Immortal.

"These two hold extraordinary positions in the Spirit Domain, and their strength is remarkable."

"Perhaps—"

Lu Qingfeng pondered deeply,

Carefully strategizing in his mind.

Since he was at Three Mountains and Nine Waters, he only had a vague understanding of the Upper Realm Spirit Domain, leading his thoughts into misconceptions. With many considerations proving useless, he smiled to himself, "The day of my Ascension is still far. Whatever schemes these two may have, I’ll let them wait."

"However."

"Both my senior brother and sister are skilled, one in Mei Hua Divination and the other in the technique of repudiation through curses. They are not to be underestimated."

"I must be careful."

A hint of caution passed in Lu Qingfeng’s eyes as the smile on his face vanished, "I cannot let my ship capsize in a canal."

With this thought in mind.

It was questionable whether the thirty-six layers of the Inverted Void Glazed Glass Wall were sufficient.

The ’Demon Evil Entangling Silk Divine Spell’ alone seemed hardly familiar, and its mastery of various curse arts was not profound.

"I’ll enhance the Inverted Void Glazed Glass Wall by a few more layers."

"And learn more about curse methods."

"It’s always good to know more."

With these thoughts,

Lu Qingfeng focused on Refining the ’Celestial Cycle Stars Tablet’ on one hand, and invested most of his effort into practicing the ’Inverted Void Glazed Glass Wall’ within the game world of Primordial, and also skimmed over various curse methods he had previously collected. Not to master, but to understand.

Time passed.

In the game world,

After his Transformation, a hundred years had gone by in the blink of an eye.

...

At Yellow Wind Ridge.

Inside the Green Bamboo Cave.

Lu Qingfeng sat cross-legged yet diminutive in stature, with a wisp of Qingjing Heavenly Fire flickering in the breeze in front of him as if it would extinguish at any moment. Within the flames, a piece of green bamboo twirled, and twelve Iron-Backed Centipedes, like Heavenly Dragons, were scorched in the flames to forge indestructible bodies.

He swallowed and exhaled,

Drawing myriad Spiritual Energy and endless demon noises all into his gaping mouth,

Turning them into nourishment.

Sometimes, he rushed into the deep underground, swallowing the Poison Mist from beneath the earth to temper his flesh and invoke ferocity.

"Ha!" Lu Qingfeng made a Seal Technique with his hands, and three frighteningly gorgeous flames fell into the bamboo, igniting it with loud cracking sounds. The flames were shaped like red lotuses, and as they merged with Lu Qingfeng’s Seal Technique, they eventually became one with the green bamboo, forming a lotus pattern at one end.

It appeared a bit eerie.

As the pattern solidified,

"Boom!"

Countless flames inside and outside the bamboo staff burst into light, wildly flickering. The heaven and earth seemed to resonate, ready to reveal marvels. Seeing this—

"Disperse!" Lu Qingfeng waved his hand through the air, immediately dispersing the marvels that had not yet fully manifested.

The inner and outer flames of the bamboo staff were retracted.

All the mysterious phenomena vanished.

In the end, it all returned to normalcy.

"It’s done!" Lu Qingfeng’s youthful face lit up with joy. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He reached for the green bamboo staff, grasping the end with the lotus pattern, and with a gentle flick, it seemed as if an entire realm lay in his hands, carrying the might to destroy heavens and earth. Twelve Iron-Backed Centipedes, like Heavenly Dragons, showed their teeth and claws, ready to fly out, capable of tearing apart even a True Immortal. The flames that danced were at times the gaudily sinister Red Lotus Karma Fire and at times the clear and white ’Qingjing Heavenly Fire’, seeming to burn and scorch the heavens themselves.

There was a deeper layer of mystery.

With one swing of the staff, every sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and thought in between heaven and earth seemed to be sealed off.

For a moment,

"Six Roots Purification!"

"What a treasure!" Lu Qingfeng was increasingly delighted. Originally seated within the Green Bamboo Cave, now standing with the green bamboo staff in hand, he exclaimed with joy, "It’s said that the Hierarch Zhou Qing of the Heavenly Daoist Sect, with an ordinary piece of green bamboo from Black Cloud Mountain in the Earth Immortal World, had fused and absorbed the Great Sun True Fire from the Sun Star, the Golden Body Primordial Spirit of the Peacock Great Bright King, twelve Iron-Backed Centipedes, the Karmic Fire condensed from his own Karmic Fire, along with Asura’s Gui (one of Asura’s Seven Treasures), to eventually forge the Supreme Treasure ─ ’Heavenly Centipede Bamboo Stick’."