Chapter 47 Golden Feathered Spirit Kite
[Last time Li Chang'an streamed, everyone was disappointed after seeing Xuanling Immortal Mountain, and no one dared to make a fuss about it anymore. So what about now? Are you all really going to let Li Chang'an monopolize the spiritual treasures of Xuanling Immortal Mountain?]
On the homepage of Fangcun, a post discussing Xuanling Immortal Mountain was published, and within minutes it received hundreds of replies.
Previously, the cultivators had temporarily set aside their dissatisfaction with Li Chang'an due to their disappointment with Xuanling Immortal Mountain. However, upon seeing the seal broken on Wolu Mountain after the sacrificial ceremony, some of their discontent resurfaced.
However, this time, these complaints seem to have decreased a lot, while the number of people criticizing the original poster has increased considerably.
[What kind of rhetoric are you trying to stir up? Tell me, how should the spiritual creatures in the immortal mountain be divided to your satisfaction? How about I give them all to you?]
[You watched the live stream, so didn't you notice what he said at the end? Want me to review it for you? What were the conditions for the ritual?]
[Those who covet the spiritual treasures, go and challenge them yourselves! Don't blame me for not warning you, Li Chang'an used the head of a Golden Core stage demon when he sacrificed to the mountain god. Guess where that head came from?]
[Li Chang'an can slay a Golden Core stage demon; who among you can do that? The cultivation world has always been about strength. Try and see if you can defeat him. Besides, you all seem so jealous; you didn't get the spiritual object, and instead, you've developed inner demons.]
Last time, everyone was dissatisfied, claiming that farming and raising pigs was blasphemous to the sacred mountain. Now that they've discovered that farming and raising pigs are necessary for the sacrifices, and there's no legitimate reason left, they've stopped even bothering to perform?
Inside the Linglan Sect, a disciple in purple robes looked at the replies under the post, his hands trembling with anger.
He was the monk who posted the message and stirred up trouble.
The purple-robed disciple was truly puzzled. Everyone had been dissatisfied with Li Chang'an inheriting Xuanling Immortal Mountain before, so why had their attitude suddenly changed so drastically?
Just because Li Chang'an is strong? Able to kill a Golden Core stage demon?
The replies to the post were still increasing. The disciple in purple took a deep breath and simply turned off his phone.
He calmed himself down, his eyes darted around, and he got up and walked to a larger courtyard to the east of the disciples' quarters.
The disciples wearing purple robes are among the least talented in cultivation within the Linglan Sect; they are mostly all of the five elemental roots.
Linglan Sect, one of the three upper sects, originally did not accept disciples with such poor aptitude, but now that spiritual energy is scarce in Cangxuan Realm, there are very few people who can awaken spiritual roots, so they have no choice.
The purple-robed disciples all lived in the disciples' quarters on the small mountain peak, and were guarded and taught by blue-robed disciples who were one level above them.
In a sense, the disciples in blue were their masters.
The disciple in purple knocked on the courtyard gate: "Master, Master."
After a long while, a somewhat aged and lazy voice came from the courtyard: "Who is it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard gate slowly opened.
The disciple in purple robes walked in with a fawning expression and respectfully bowed: "Master, your disciple is Sun Jia."
"Oh, it's you." The person in blue looked to be in their fifties or sixties.
He lay back in his recliner, glancing sideways at the disciple in purple: "Have you finished your homework for today? Is there something you need?"
The disciple in purple said with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Master. Everything is done."
"Master, I have come to tell you some good news today."
The man in blue remained in his position and casually said, "What good news could you possibly have?"
"Master," the disciple in purple looked around, stepped forward, and said in a low voice, "I know you're not used to using a cell phone, so you might not be able to see some good news. Isn't there a blessed land left behind by a deity in Xia Kingdom? That blessed land hasn't disappeared!"
The man in blue opened his eyes, his face showing no excitement, and simply looked at the disciple in purple: "Continue."
His attitude was much calmer than the purple-robed disciple had expected.
The disciple in purple robes assumed he was just putting on airs as a master and didn't suspect a thing. He continued, "The blessed land has been inherited by someone without spiritual roots, and he's even smugly broadcasting it live—just to show off to us. I've seen it; he has quite a few spiritual items there. Why should someone like him have all these good things to himself?"
"He even boasted that if anyone came to challenge him and could defeat him, he would hand over Xuanling Immortal Mountain without hesitation. Master, your cultivation is so profound, why not seize such a good opportunity..."
Before the purple-robed disciple could finish speaking, he was slapped away by the blue-robed man and sent flying, crashing heavily into a stone pillar at the gate, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The blue-clad man, who had been lounging lazily in the recliner, stood up, his expression sinister and terrifying, and walked step by step toward the purple-clad disciple with an aura of spiritual power.
—He already had the cultivation of the fourth stage of Foundation Establishment, while the purple-robed disciple was only at the third stage of Qi Refining. Of course, he couldn't withstand it and lay dead on the ground, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"You wretched wretch, how dare you deceive me and make me your lackey! Don't you even know what kind of trash you are!"
The disciple in purple looked on in disbelief as the man in blue approached step by step, a sense of impending death washing over him.
That old geezer, how could he...?
"Hmph." The man in blue sneered. "Do you think I'm senile? Don't you know that Li Chang'an set up an array at the entrance? Don't you know his current cultivation level?!"
The purple-robed disciple trembled all over, but due to the oppressive aura, he couldn't even move a finger and was unable to beg for mercy.
"Get lost!" The man in blue frowned and shouted coldly. The disciple in purple was blasted away by the spiritual power and fell to the ground unconscious.
The man in blue stood in the courtyard, looking at the disciple in purple with a fierce gaze.
He was a disciple in blue robes, and among all the disciples of the Linglan Sect, his aptitude was among the second to last.
But that's still much better than the purple-robed disciples; it's enough to catch the eye of silver-edged or even gold-edged white-robed disciples and be accepted as their apprentices.
His master is the one in silver-trimmed white robes, who now serves as the deputy head of the Discipline Hall.
Recently, the Jade Balance Star Lord convened a meeting of all major sects, and his master was selected as one of the representatives to go to the Cultivation Alliance.
Before leaving, the master mentioned this matter, saying that it might be related to Li Chang'an.
The man in blue then learned about Xuanling Immortal Mountain and Li Chang'an. Of course, he also knew that a Foundation Establishment Stage 3 rogue cultivator had been severely injured by Li Chang'an.
Now that Li Chang'an's cultivation has probably improved again, he, an old man at the fourth stage of Foundation Establishment, is definitely no match for him.
The purple-robed disciple was restless and wanted him to test Li Chang'an's cultivation level.
How is this any different from sending him to his death?
If it weren't for the sect's rule against disciples killing each other, that palm strike he just delivered would have killed that purple-robed disciple!
Thinking of this, the man in blue angrily flung his sleeves and left, the courtyard gate slamming shut behind him.
...
In the Mysterious Immortal Mountain.
Li Chang'an brought the Ningjing River water and spirit rice to the platform outside the Mountain God's Cave and looked up at the spirit kite tree at the top.
The tree was quiet, with only the leaves rustling in the breeze.
Li Chang'an took out the Ningjing River water and spirit rice, thought for a moment, and said, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
The leaves swayed more violently, and after a moment, a streak of azure light flew out and transformed into an azure spirit kite in front of him.
This kite has a few tufts of golden feathers on its head.
It tilted its head, opened its mouth and made a "cheep cheep" sound. After pausing for a few seconds, it spoke in human language: "What is it?"
Upon being able to communicate with it, Li Chang'an raised his eyebrows in surprise and bowed respectfully: "Senior, my name is Li Chang'an, and I am the current master of this Xuanling Immortal Mountain."
"I know."
Li Chang'an continued, "The Mountain God once said that the Spirit Kite Bird clan can travel a thousand miles a day. I have some things to send to a distant place, so I would like to ask for your help."
He gestured to the Ningjing River water and the spirit rice, saying, "I know that the Spirit Kite Bird clan feeds on celestial grains. This rice is just spirit rice, far from enough, but the Ningjing River water also contains a lot of spiritual energy. I was thinking, could I use this river water and spirit rice to hire you to deliver goods for me to a place a thousand miles away?"
After Li Chang'an finished speaking, he bowed respectfully again.
He knew that the quality of spirit rice was definitely far inferior to that of immortal rice, but the Xuan Tang tree, tea essence, fungus essence, and Ming Yi bird all liked Ningjing River water so much, what if the spirit kite bird liked it too?
If they refuse, then he'll just have to contact the courier company again, and try hiring them again once he's grown the rice.
The golden-feathered spirit bird glanced at Li Chang'an and looked in the direction he was gesturing.
With its elegant, slender neck bent down, the golden-feathered iris approached the bucket, its beautiful eyelashes drooping slightly.
This water tastes delicious, and besides, the spiritual energy in it seems different, yet also somewhat familiar.
I saw it a long, long time ago, and I think I saw it not long ago either.
It wasn't ordinary spiritual energy, but...
The golden-feathered spirit bird blinked.
Its sleek and graceful body froze for a moment. Although it was eager to taste the water, it still raised its head with restraint and walked to the side.
“In the past, the Spirit Kite Bird would always eat the celestial rice planted by the mountain god before going out.”
Its tone was calm, yet subtly arrogant, and it didn't even glance at Li Chang'an or the bucket of Ningjing River water as it spoke.
This answer was exactly what Li Chang'an had expected.
"Oh, I see... then I'll come again next time." He wasn't surprised, though he was a little disappointed.
Li Chang'an clenched his fist, his tone firm: "I will do my best to grow immortal-grade grains."
After saying that, he put the Ningjing River water and the spirit rice into his storage bag.
Li Chang'an had his back to the Golden Feathered Spirit Kite and didn't see it suddenly turn around as soon as he finished speaking.
Wait! We're just giving up like that?!
Shouldn't it be that it declines first, then the person persuades it again, it declines again, then the person offers some benefits, and then it "reluctantly" agrees?
This isn't right!
Li Chang'an sighed quietly, his shoulders slumping slightly.
He stepped onto the black sword, preparing to fly away, when he heard the voice of the golden-feathered spirit bird again:
"Wait a moment!"
Unlike the previous calm, this sound seemed urgent.
Li Chang'an turned his head in confusion, only to see the golden-feathered spirit kite still as elegant as before.
"Senior, what's wrong?" he asked, puzzled.
Did he mishear that sound?
The golden-feathered spirit kite said softly, "Considering your sincerity and the kindness of the former mountain god, it's not impossible to do without immortal rice."
"As the chieftain of the Spirit Kite Bird Clan, I have a condition for you."
Li Chang'an was overjoyed at the unexpected turn of events: "Please speak, senior! I will do my utmost!"
“It’s very simple,” said the Golden Feathered Spirit Kite. “You don’t need to provide that river water; our Spirit Kite clan can drink it freely.”
That is, it can fly down from the Spirit Kite Tree at any time to go to the Ningjing River to drink water.
Is the requirement really that simple?!
Li Chang'an was almost dizzy with joy, his heart was racing.
He quickly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Of course, thank you, senior."
"Mm," the golden-feathered spirit bird responded. "I will come to find you after I inform the other birds. You may go now."
Li Chang'an nodded, took out the bucket of Ningjing River water and the bag of spirit rice from his storage bag and left them there. He then turned around and excitedly flew away on his sword.
He returned to the courtyard, where Tianxuan was already working on today's orders, the stacks of white papers piled high.
Li Chang'an told him about the Golden Feathered Spirit Kite's agreement.
Tianxuan paused for a moment, then looked up and asked, "These birds you mentioned, can they read modern characters and find the places on the list?"
Li Chang'an was stunned: "Shouldn't... be?"
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