Chapter 20: Gathering to Revitalize the Cultivation World (20% complete)
The moment the most terrifying creature in the world appears, the brain automatically connects to the signal.
[Feng Wujue: ...]
[Jun Huilian:...]
Rong Ling: ...
Lin Ming: ...
[Rong Ling: Oh, Senior Brother isn't messing around with the Redemption System anymore.]
[Lin Ming: Save Yourself First]
[Jun Huilian: What's going on? I've had enough of raising Pixiu.]
Rong Ling: +1
[Lin Ming: +2]
【Feng Wujue: +3】
[Jun Huilian: Since that's the case, you guys must have a lot of experience raising kids.]
Rong Ling: -1
[Lin Ming: -2]
[Feng Wujue: I'm still in my infancy, and to be honest, I'm so weak that I need someone to lay a carpet on my feet when I get out of bed. I can't handle any rough handling.]
[Jun Huilian: I have a great idea. We can vote on someone who will separate their thoughts and not share memories. Is there anyone willing to challenge the power of a phoenix cub? The kind who will only drink from the sweetest spring.]
[Feng Wujue: Isn't that just exile?! How can they be so cruel to themselves?!]
[Lin Ming: On the bright side, the university needs a mascot, and a phoenix would actually be a good choice.]
[Feng Wujue: A mascot capable of everything from destroying houses to squandering money? Then why don't we just unseal that ancient three-headed dog pup sealed in the warehouse? Even three husky heads multiplied by three hundred times their power still can't compare to what a phoenix can do.]
[Jun Huilian: You can't compare them like that. No matter how troublesome the phoenix is, its auspicious appearance is undeniable. Moreover, this one is a pure-blooded cub hatched from a divine tree sacrifice. Having it is more effective than any paulownia wood or spirit-gathering wood. If it weren't for the constraint of the natal contract that prevents Fei Bai's main body from leaving the mustard seed space, I would prefer to release a Pixiu to attract wealth.]
[Lin Ming: The golden toad is also good, it brings wealth and treasures.]
Rong Ling: But it's ugly.
[Jun Huilian: Don't be so blunt. Didn't you inherit my smooth interpersonal skills and my charming personality that makes me likeable wherever I go?]
[Rong Ling: Do we even have that stuff? In my memory, we were universally hated because of our ability to amass wealth and our arrogant, domineering nature—we'd fight anyone we didn't like without a second thought.]
[Lin Ming: Although I support self-deception, what my junior sister said is indeed flawless, which shows that she has undoubtedly inherited her perfect ability to retort.]
[Jun Huilian: Ahem, we've digressed. Let's talk about what to do with the phoenix cubs.]
[Feng Wujue: Hmm, is the one who hasn't spoken yet tacitly agreeing...?]
[Return to One: I'm spying on the screen]
A fourth clone suddenly joined the group chat.
Sharing the same perspective, they heard a familiar, aged voice, kind and serene: "Young lady, my judgment of people over the past seventy years has never been wrong. You are young but exceptionally talented. I have a martial arts manual here, only three low-grade spirit stones..."
The mystical talk carries an irresistible power of conviction.
Guiyi knew he would be exiled by his own vote if he didn't speak up, so he took the time to join the group chat.
[Guiyi: That's limiting. It doesn't say we have to raise them ourselves. As long as we don't harm our own people, that's fine. I have a brilliant idea.]
[Jun Huilian: Now that you mention it, I have the same idea.]
Rong Ling: +1
[Lin Ming: +2]
[Feng Wujue: As expected of me, you think quickly. Now that things are settled, I'll send Jiao Mu and the cub to you.]
[Jun Huilian: Aren't you afraid Fei Bai will fight it? The cub can stay in the Phoenix Clan for now.]
[Feng Wujue: ...Alright, it can't even walk properly and won't cause trouble for now. I'll have my subordinates find it some food.]
The group chat was disbanded, and Jun Huilian mentioned this matter to Jun Feibai. Before he could finish speaking, the Pixiu started making a fuss.
"Don't worry, we're not raising it." She was remarkably calm. "We've decided to hand it over to the task takers after we open the mountain gate, and assign them the task of taking care of the mascot."
"Not going to bother us? Then it's fine." Jun Feibai's expression changed quickly. "Shall we go out for a walk?"
Jun Huilian turned his head and glanced at the half-finished prototype of the academy. After a moment's thought, he agreed.
The Zuoyou Academy will be open in a few more years, so there's no rush.
Jun Feibai, who couldn't sit still any longer, immediately used his divine sense to create an avatar.
A divine consciousness avatar is different from a clone. Once created, a clone is an independent entity sharing the same mind, capable of cultivating on its own, and its death will not affect the original body. An avatar, on the other hand, can be recalled at any time, is closely related to the original body, shares the same realm, does not change its appearance, and will harm the original body if injured.
The four clones were busy with their own tasks, and Jun Huilian also created a Dao avatar.
"Where do you want to go?" she asked.
Jun Feibai hadn't thought it through when he spotted the illusion mirror used to observe the mission participants. He casually pointed at it and said, "Let's randomly pick one, go to different places to gather some information, and then observe the mission participants up close."
Jun Huilian's original intention was simply to take the Pixiu out for a walk, so he had no objection: "Alright, let's keep a low profile on this trip and avoid attracting attention."
Jun Feibai: "Yeah, I'm very low-key."
As soon as I left the mustard seed space, an overwhelming sense of pressure hit me.
This sense of rejection only subsided when they suppressed their cultivation to the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Where are we? Which mission taker are we following?" Jun Feibai tried to ignore the remaining strange feeling and opened the system interface he had been using recently to start the location search.
"It's Su Xiaoyao, she's arrived in the cultivation world." Jun Huilian glanced at her before coming.
“No, there’s another red dot.” Jun Feibai tugged at her sleeve, gesturing for her to look.
Jun Huilian raised an eyebrow and indeed saw that the two red dots on the location were very close together.
Upon closer inspection, a red dot suddenly split into two.
Two of the three red dots are almost overlapping, and the third is very close to the other two red dots and is slowly moving towards them.
It's unlikely they'd recognize each other in such a short time; they probably ran into each other because of some other reason.
“Three taskers.” Jun Feibai said happily, “See how lucky I am? This time we can observe three people at the same time.”
“This place is near the border between Yongzhou and the mortal realm, in the remote south. There are no major sects to follow, so they must have been attracted here by the opening of a secret realm. It’s been a long time since we’ve ventured into an unknown secret realm together. Let’s see what changes have occurred in the past ten thousand years,” Jun Huilian said.
Her gaze swept between them, and she added, "Make the age younger; it's embarrassing for an adult Foundation Establishment cultivator to be in that stage."
Although the general level of cultivation is like this nowadays, she still feels ashamed of herself.
“You’re right,” Jun Feibai agreed.
Jun Huilian thought for a moment: "Wearing a full set of Saint-grade spiritual artifacts makes you an easy target. I have some mortal clothes here; yours is too conspicuous."
"Leave me a few accessories, please."
Jun Huilian rummaged through his Qiankun bag, took out a silver teardrop-shaped earring, and put it on him: "Pick a few more that aren't conspicuous."
Jun Feibai twitched his left ear: "This is the one I used to wear. I thought I lost it during the Demon Fall War. Turns out you put it away. By the way, your outfit is quite eye-catching. Let me pick out some clothes for you."
After some fuss, the two looked each other over.
Jun Huilian said, "You look quite ordinary."
Jun Feibai: "You look quite ordinary."
The two said, "We seem to be keeping a low profile."
Both of them showed expressions of satisfaction.
"There's just one downside." Jun Feibai shifted his neck uncomfortably, then lowered his head to fiddle with his sleeves. "Mortal clothes don't have any defensive formations, and it feels strange. I haven't felt this weak in a long time."
He finished speaking but didn't hear Jun Huilian reply. He looked up and saw her stick a ring of talismans around her waist, take a few pictures of her arms, and was about to bend down to take a couple of pictures of her legs as well.
Jun Huilian was satisfied: "I feel very safe."
As the talisman disappeared into his body, he lunged forward, shouting, "I want one too! I want one too!"
Once the man and beast had transformed into an impenetrable fortress, armed to the bone, they followed the location guidance to an inn in a small border town.
They realized something was wrong as soon as they got close, and many people rushed out in a panic.
They went against the flow of people and saw that there were very few intact tables and chairs left in the inn. The two groups of people were facing each other, their clothes were damaged to varying degrees, and their dusty faces could not hide their tense atmosphere.
It's not entirely accurate to say that the two sides are in a standoff.
One side consisted of only two teenagers, clearly at a disadvantage.
The tall, muscular young man in the middle, his face dark, shielded the younger boy and, brandishing his sword, shouted fiercely, "What right do you have to steal other people's things!"
The man opposite, with a slightly effeminate face, said sarcastically, "Haven't you learned the rules of the cultivation world? Who gets the key depends entirely on their ability! Besides, the number of secret realm keys is limited. Who knows where he stole it from? How could a mere early-stage Qi Refining cultivator, dressed like a beggar, possibly obtain entry qualifications?"
The boy he was protecting had slightly disheveled hair and was clutching the object in his arms tightly.
His downcast beard obscured his eyes, but the angle from which one entered the room revealed his cold, dark pupils.
The tall young man glanced to the side for some reason, then suddenly raised his voice: "Very good, you've successfully caught my attention. I'm going to get involved in this today!"
Upon hearing this, the effeminate man's face darkened: "Xiao Tingyuan, have you got the guts to meddle in other people's business? If I don't teach you a lesson, you think you're still the high and mighty young master of the Xiao family!"
Xiao Tingyuan despised people who bullied the weak. He gently nudged the person next to him and said, "Go to the side, I'll get justice for you."
However, the thin boy's steps faltered on the spot. He slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I will take revenge with my own hands."
He wanted to take revenge himself; he wouldn't allow anyone to try to take what belonged to him.
The scene of the Jiang family's 120 members being wiped out was still vivid in his mind, and the memories stirred up made his eyes red.
"Let's fight! Let's fight!" Jun Feibai was used to following Jun Huilian around, adding fuel to the fire. He hadn't seen such a tense scene in a long time, so he immediately clapped and cheered, completely forgetting the promise of "keeping a low profile".
Jun Huilian, who kept saying "don't attract attention," was even more arrogant than him.
She took a step forward, narrowed her phoenix eyes, and uttered a sentence that was extremely irritating: "Oh, the inn even has a performance to watch."
In the tense atmosphere that was on the verge of exploding, two voices, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, suddenly broke through, causing everyone present to instinctively look over.
A pair of exceptionally handsome young men were clapping and cheering.
The girl in the lead was dressed in red, and as she moved, the hem of her dress, embroidered with delicate gold thread, swayed, leaving shallow, colorless ripples beneath her feet.
Someone noticed the shoes on her feet, and their pupils dilated in shock.
The superior-grade spiritual artifact was thus worn on the feet!
They then looked at the boy following behind.
The young man was dressed in a silver-threaded robe, with expensive jade stones adorning his waist that jingled with spiritual energy. His eyes were clear and innocent, as if one could read his thoughts at a glance.
His entire being screamed: I want to see the show!
The effeminate man was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. Their conflict was not something to be laughed at by outsiders!
Just then, another head popped up from behind them.
"A performance? What performance? Is it free?"
Su Xiaoyao peeked out excitedly with her little face raised.
Jun Huilian glanced at the location.
Great, the three red dots on the big map now completely overlap.
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