[Records of Cultivating Immortals in the Blue Sea]

Chapter 1: The Azure Dragon Art

Liuli Realm, Xiuwen Mountain.

My name is Qin Luo. I am seventeen years old and the only disciple of Baiyun Palace.

It was afternoon. At the foot of the mountain, beside the clear pond, I picked up the two buckets of water I had just filled.

This was my method of cultivation. Since I was eight years old, I had traveled back and forth every day between Mingxi at the foot of the mountain and Baiyun Palace at the summit—three round trips in total.

As the son of the White Cloud Fairy, my cultivation method was too ordinary. Since birth, the words "immortal cultivation" had seemed completely unrelated to me.

I could not sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Living in the Liuli Realm, a world where immortals were everywhere, my constitution was essentially the same as that of a complete waste.

"Luo’er, you’re back."

Just as I set down my burden in front of Baiyun Palace, I saw a beautiful fairy approaching gracefully.

She was my mother, Nangong Muyun.

No one else lived on the mountain, so my mother dressed casually. A green silk hairpin held her hair, and she wore a low-cut robe that barely contained her full, towering breasts. Below her slender waist was a pair of round, plump buttocks. It was an extremely seductive outfit, yet the moment I saw my mother’s alluring and noble face, all lustful thoughts vanished without a trace.

Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of deep, water-like eyes that seemed capable of seeing through a person’s heart. Below her small, graceful nose were pursed lips. Her delicate features carried an indescribable noble temperament. Only the word "peerless beauty" could describe her.

"Why did Mother come out?"

I walked forward and caught a whiff of her unique, alluring fragrance.

My mother possessed the Phoenix Spirit Body. Women with this physique cultivated at an extraordinary speed, but it came with a major flaw.

Women with the Phoenix Spirit Body emitted a unique fragrance that easily aroused men’s sexual desire. As a result, cultivators with this body were often consumed by lust and could only resist its side effects by frequently cultivating with different men.

But my mother was different. My father’s Dragon Yang Body perfectly complemented the Phoenix Spirit Body. Their yin and yang balanced each other, so even after my father’s death many years ago, my mother remained completely unaffected by lust.

"Starting tomorrow, you can officially begin cultivating."

My mother’s words nearly drove me crazy.

"What?"

I couldn’t believe my ears.

"The information I requested has finally borne fruit." Mother smiled as she approached. "I have found a cultivation method suitable for you. You no longer need to fetch water from the foot of the mountain every day."

"What method?" I asked eagerly.

"The Dragon Yang Body and Phoenix Spirit Body are unique in this world, and their descendants are even rarer. I inquired in the Upper Realm and obtained an ancient secret art called the Azure Dragon Art."

Mother spoke slowly. Her ethereal voice quickly calmed me.

"However, this method is extremely mysterious, and its cultivation process is very different from ordinary techniques. I’m afraid you..." Mother seemed a little worried.

"Don’t be afraid. As long as I can cultivate, I’m willing to do anything!" I declared loudly.

From childhood to adulthood, I had heard countless rumors that the son of the Peerless Sword God and the White Cloud Fairy was actually an uncultivable waste—a massive joke.

After my father’s death, Baiyun Palace had gradually declined into a second-rate sect. I had secretly sworn in my heart that if I could embark on the path of cultivation, I would definitely restore Baiyun Palace to its former glory!

"Then you must keep your word. No matter what happens, you cannot give up." Mother looked at me seriously.

I nodded firmly.

Every hundred years, the major first-class sects could send one inner disciple to the Upper Realm under the guidance of a saint. For immortal cultivators, going to the Upper Realm was an enormous opportunity. Therefore, every time the sects sent someone, it was treated as a major event.

My father had secured this spot for Baiyun Palace with his life. It seemed my mother had gone to the Upper Realm alone to obtain the Azure Dragon Art for me. But this also meant Baiyun Palace would no longer qualify to participate in the next immortal gathering in the Upper Realm.

My mother had given up her next great opportunity so that I could step onto the correct path of cultivation.

Thinking of this, my eyes grew wet.

"My dear child, I will definitely not let you down!"

Mother simply smiled and said, "I believe in you. Both your father and I believe in you."

I threw myself into my mother’s arms, unable to hold back my emotions for a long time.

The White Cloud Fairy, ranked third on the Heavenly Ranking, had given up her chance to break through for me.

"Everything that happens next is a necessary part of your cultivation. Do not ask any questions. Just experience it with your heart."

Mother spoke slowly. I looked up, not fully understanding, but for the sake of cultivation, I nodded in agreement.

"Big Niu, come out."

I was startled, but Mother gave me a reassuring look. Following her gaze, I saw a young man walk out of the front hall of Baiyun Palace.

The young man had rather rough features. Though he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, his skin was unusually dark. Aside from his strong build, there was nothing particularly outstanding about him.

This was the first time I had seen another man in Baiyun Palace.

"This is your senior brother, Qin Luo," Mother said as she walked toward Big Niu.

"Greetings, Senior Brother. Hehe."

Big Niu spoke with a heavy rural accent.

I unconsciously frowned, but Mother shot me a disapproving glance. I immediately understood and said, surprised, "Junior Brother."

It’s fine. This is part of cultivation.

"You two are now fellow disciples. Remember to help each other."

Mother continued, "Take Big Niu to the backyard and help him settle in. You two will begin training together tomorrow."

A fragrant breeze passed by as Mother quietly left. I noticed Big Niu staring dazedly in the direction she had gone.

Following his gaze, I saw Mother’s captivating back—her alluring buttocks swaying left and right with each step.

"Ahem." I coughed. Big Niu finally snapped out of it.

He seemed embarrassed and scratched his head awkwardly, looking like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

"Come with me."

I led Big Niu to the backyard and prepared a room for him next to mine.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Big Niu was quite respectful and kept addressing me politely.

"Where are you from?" I asked casually.

"Lianhua Village."

Lianhua Village was a mortal village not far from Xiuwen Mountain. I found it strange—why would Mother accept a mortal as her disciple?

"Senior Brother, I’ve been to Xiuwen Mountain many times, but I’ve never seen Baiyun Palace before. The people in the village told me there were fairies living on the mountain, but I thought they were lying."

Big Niu looked puzzled.

I smiled with a hint of disdain. Mother had placed a restriction around Baiyun Palace, which was why outsiders couldn’t see it.

This fool really didn’t understand anything.

However, since he was going to be my junior brother, I patiently explained it to him.

As we talked, I found that although he was a bit crude, he was honest. Spending time with him gave me a sense of superiority I had never felt before—a feeling I secretly enjoyed. After all, I had always been looked down upon by other cultivators.

"How did... Master find you?" I asked, changing "Mother" to "Master" since he was an outsider.

"I don’t know either. I was chopping wood on the mountain when I looked up and saw a fairy standing in front of me," Big Niu said slowly. "Then she asked if I wanted to cultivate immortality."

"What did you say?"

"I asked her if it included food and lodging."

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. The White Cloud Fairy, master of Baiyun Palace—who had countless cultivators begging to become her disciple—had finally accepted an apprentice, and his first question was about food and lodging. It was hilarious.

"Senior Brother, why are you laughing?" Big Niu asked, confused.

"It’s nothing. Go on," I said with a smile.

"Then she said not only would she provide food and lodging, but after cultivating I wouldn’t even need to eat anymore. So here I am."

"That’s it?" I asked.

"Well... there’s more, but I’m afraid you’ll get angry, Senior Brother."

"It’s fine. I’m your senior brother now," I reassured him.

"Master was dressed even more revealingly than today. Her big tits were half-exposed, and those thighs... Tsk tsk... If I could get food and lodging with such a sexy woman..."

Big Niu’s words made me frown slightly, but I remembered that Mother dressed more boldly around mortals and didn’t get angry.

"Junior Brother, Master isn’t dressed like a slut," I explained patiently. "Immortal cultivators are not bound by worldly rules. They dress however they feel comfortable."

Seeing that Big Niu still looked confused, I added, "You’ll understand when you see other female cultivators in the future."

"Then I was right!" Big Niu said happily. "But Senior Brother, you’re really lucky to be with such a beautiful woman as Master every day."

I could only shake my head helplessly. There was nothing I could do. My new junior brother had just arrived and his words were too vulgar.

But once he starts cultivating, he’ll probably improve, I thought.

After settling Big Niu in, I returned to my room and saw a yellowed book on the desk.

Azure Dragon Art.

Overjoyed, I reached out to open it. The moment my fingers touched the book, I felt a jolt like electricity. When I came back to my senses, the book had vanished, and unfamiliar cultivation formulas filled my mind.

I was about to begin practicing when I remembered Mother’s instructions. I had no choice but to suppress my impatience and wait until tomorrow.

On the desk, a white jade hairpin with a warm glow floated in the air.

Seeing the hairpin, a graceful figure immediately appeared in my mind.

Xiao Han—my fiancée.

She was the same age as me. Her father, Xiao Tian, the head of the Gui family, had fought alongside my father in the demon-slaying war and become sworn brothers. As a result, Xiao Han and I had been betrothed since childhood.

When we were young, we played together every day in the mountains behind Baiyun Palace. After both our fathers died in battle, she was forced to return to the Gui family to manage its affairs. Since then, we saw each other less and less, communicating mostly through letters.

Even so, our letters were filled with deep affection. The stack of letters we had exchanged over the years was more than a foot high.

I ground some ink, picked up my brush, and eagerly wrote to Xiao Han about the good news of obtaining the Azure Dragon Art.

Time passed slowly. One sheet of paper was soon covered in dense, affectionate words. Watching the carrier pigeon fly into the distance, the corners of my mouth rose slightly.