Chapter 1 The Secret Realm of Chaolong (Part 1)
Golden waterfalls cascaded down from the clouds, transforming into countless points of light. Phoenixes swooped down from the mist, causing the crystal forest to jingle. A dragon, which had been dozing on a tree, was disturbed and roared at the phoenixes. The dragon's roar shook the heavens, making the Heavenly Gate tremble three times.
Looking north from the Heavenly Gate, one sees endless, majestic palaces nestled among the Golden Snow Waterfall and the Crystal Forest, resembling the luxurious mansion of some celestial being from afar.
In fact, this was just Yaoyan Immortal Lord's back garden.
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"The Path of Ruthlessness?" the questioner asked with a hint of doubt.
"The Way of Ruthlessness," the person who replied said with considerable certainty.
Two people sat facing each other on the Northern Darkness Jade Stone. One of the immortals sat upright, staring coldly at the scroll in front of him, and turned a page with apparent impatience.
Yong'an watched as the wide, snow-white sleeves slid down from the wrists, their powerful and numerous spells and blessings making even him somewhat envious.
There's no way around it, this guy was born into an unparalleled family—his father is a renowned war god in the Three Realms and Nine Provinces, and his mother is the only descendant of an ancient god in the Upper Realm. It took tens of thousands of years of effort to give birth to such a precious little immortal lord as Yao Yan. It is said that the congratulatory gifts at his birth filled thousands of endless caves, and even in this most low-key mansion, a flock of phoenixes and dragons were kept to relieve boredom.
If their Bureau of Fate had a phoenix, they would treat it like an ancestor and worship it.
The majestic azure dragon quietly stretched out its tail, trying to coil around Yao Yan's waist, but was then grabbed by the not-so-good immortal lord and thrown eight thousand feet away.
"Master and disciple?" Yao Yan Immortal Lord's handsome eyebrows furrowed.
“Oh my little immortal lord, you have no idea.” Yong’an snapped his fingers, and a thick stack of bamboo slips appeared in his palm, covering the two of them. The dense writing and figures on them were faintly visible in the mist. “You see, there are countless worlds, and those mortals who can ascend to immortality have all had great fortunes. The hardships and tribulations they have endured are too numerous to mention. However, the tribulations of us little immortal lords who are undergoing tribulations in the mortal realm are even greater than those. The Heavenly Dao dislikes you the most… cough cough.”
Yong'an gave an awkward smile under his cold gaze. "In previous years, eight or nine out of ten of the little immortals who went down to the mortal realm to undergo tribulations perished and never returned. That's why our Siming Mansion came into being to take charge of tribulations. Your tribulation of love, which is three thousand years late, is coming on strong. We still need to make more plans."
Yao Yan Immortal Lord didn't even lift his eyelids. His long, flowing hair cascaded over the books. His cold, white fingers brushed away the images and words before him, and he scoffed, "A mere tribulation of love."
"Oh dear, you mustn't underestimate the tribulation of love. Your father's former subordinate, Lord Haohai, was annihilated because of this tribulation. Princess Lingjing of the Boundless Realm shaved her immortal bones and destroyed her foundation to protect her mortal lover, but it still caused chaos in the lower realm and countless people died unjustly. She is still suppressed in the earth veins to atone for her sins. And the one who went to great lengths to ascend back with his wife and children was long ago struck down by the Heavenly Dao and turned into a chaotic idiot. His wife and children's souls were completely destroyed, and they couldn't even be reincarnated..."
Yong'an looked solemnly at the arrogant and noble immortal lord before him and advised, "In this world undergoing tribulation, you are the only immortal lord. You must not do anything foolish. The tribulation of love is, in the end, just another tribulation. Sever it—"
Yao Yan finally raised his eyes, his cold eyes, just like the God of War's, filled with disdain. "With the Three Realms in chaos, I have no time to waste with a bunch of ants."
Before Yong'an could say a few more words of advice, the tall and handsome young man leaped up, kicked open the Heavenly Gate, and plunged into the sea of clouds with his sword in hand.
"Immortal Lord—" Yong'an scrambled and clung to the spirit lion in front of the Heavenly Gate, screaming with heart-wrenching pain, "I haven't arranged a Daoist partner for your tribulation of love yet!"
Tianmen gave his boots a disdainful push, trying to get him away from his beautiful threshold.
With teary eyes, Yong'an gripped the doorframe. "It's over, it's over. The little immortal lord went down in such a hurry that the Siming Mansion hasn't made any arrangements yet. This love tribulation is going to be tough."
Tianmen has never had a good impression of the people from Simingfu, so he honestly pretends to be a Death Gate.
Yong'an wiped his face and sighed as he turned his head back from outside the door.
The tribulation of love was delayed by three thousand years, and it even fell upon that kind of thing. This time, Immortal Lord Yaoyan—
They're definitely not coming back.
He turned around and sighed regretfully, raising his sleeve to cover the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.
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In the cultivation world of Pingze Continent, in the city of Jiaolong.
Layers of red gauze curtains were laid on the white jade bed, and then the soft curtains were pressed down on someone's body.
"Young master, why are you drunk so soon?" A beautiful woman dressed in light, thin clothes clung to the young man's shoulder, her delicate breath wafting softly towards him. "Young master Wei?"
A hand, even more lustrous and white than the jade bed, lazily cupped her chin, forcing her to look up. A soft voice, tinged with amusement, asked, "Young Master?"
"What does your sister call you?" the woman playfully punched his chest.
The boy in the scarlet robe affectionately pinched her cheek, bent one leg and sat up, his high ponytail falling onto the wide sleeves embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns. He looked at her with deep affection and focus, as if his heart and eyes were only on her. "What do you think?"
He moved extremely close, and the woman was momentarily stunned. To be fair, she had met countless people, but few had encountered such a handsome and clean-cut young man. Even the slight drooping of his eyes was pleasing to the eye.
"Then shall I call you Young Master Wei?" Xunlu leaned closer, but was blocked by a fan.
The young man looked at her with a smile through his fan. "My future Daoist partner will call me 'Young Master.' Are you?"
Xun Lü was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Young Master Wei is joking."
"Really?" Wei Feng lifted her hair and held it to his nose, grinning. "I think finding a flower spirit as a Daoist partner wouldn't be bad."
Xunlu's expression changed slightly. The dagger in her sleeve, mixed with pollen, suddenly attacked his face, but he easily dodged it. He stepped onto the flower stand and sat down on the chair, casually crossing his legs and flicking his fan to block the pollen that came at him again. He said with a grin, "Why are you still angry, sister? I already said that I don't mind flower spirits."
Xun Lü's expression hardened, and the deep green flower stamens extended from the corner of her eye all the way to her neck and arms, pointing at the boy in front of her. "Hand over the Divine Kite Shark Scale, and I might spare your life."
"What bird scales? I hate these horrible things the most." Wei Feng sighed regretfully, his eyes drooping in grievance. "I was hoping to spend the night with my sister, but it seems that's not going to happen."
After saying that, he pretended to grab the hairpin in Xunlu's hair. Xunlu immediately dodged, but in the next instant, the boy's arm changed direction and slapped several talismans on the back of her head, causing her movements to stiffen and stop for a moment. Taking advantage of this brief gap, the boy broke open the window and jumped out. The cool evening breeze and the noisy voices on the street instantly blew the red gauze on the bed into disarray.
The talisman was of poor quality and low-end, so Xunlu immediately chased after it out the window and squeezed into the bustling crowd of Jiaolong City.
Jiaolong City is located at the northernmost edge of the Pingze Continent, right next to the head of the Chaolong Spirit Vein, which stretches for 30,000 li. The spiritual energy here is abundant and plentiful. It is a city under the jurisdiction of the Linglong Sect, the number one sect on the Pingze Continent. Because it is far from the main sect and its management is more relaxed, the city has a diverse population, with cultivators and mortals living together. Five hundred li to the southeast of the city lies the famous Chaolong Secret Realm. This secret realm opens once every three years. This year is the opening day, and sects of all sizes have flocked in, making the city extremely lively.
"The secret realm will open at 1-3 AM on June 13th. There are still two hours left. We need to hurry and queue up at the teleportation array..."
"I heard that the Sparrow Kite Sect is also going to enter the secret realm this year?"
"Hey, they're getting desperate. Yanghua Sect recruited a batch of new disciples with good aptitude this year. This time, they're going to put them under immense pressure. If they don't find a way out soon, they'll be swallowed up by Yanghua next year. But this time, there might really be some good stuff in the secret realm. It's said that the Jiang family has also sent people here."
"The Chaolong Secret Realm is mostly watery, shouldn't we prepare more water-repelling magical artifacts...?"
"Dragon Silk - the finest dragon silk - essential for staying dry when entering and leaving water, sir! Buy one, only 999 gold coins! Buy two and get a box of mermaid ointment for free!"
"No need." Wei Feng dodged the enthusiastic vendors and quickly turned into a secluded alley. He took off his pollen-scented outer garment and stuffed it into his storage bag. He changed into a dark red and gold-embroidered auspicious cloud jade brocade, took out a thin mask, and put it on his face. Instantly, his appearance changed completely.
Snap.
A ball hit his calf. Wei Feng looked up and saw several ordinary children standing at the alley entrance, looking like they wanted to take the ball but didn't dare. When Wei Feng picked up the ball, he found that it was covered with silver-blue scales. Probably because he had kicked it too much, the scales had become curled and worn.
He took a step forward, and the group of children took a step back. Finally, unable to continue, he withdrew his strength and threw the ball to the alley entrance. While the children were watching the ball, he made a hand seal and disappeared from the spot.
In an instant, the boy appeared outside Jiaolong City. He rubbed his slightly warm fingertips, bent his finger and tapped the tiny earring on his ear, which was about the size of a fingernail. A violent voice immediately came from inside.
"Master Wei! Ancestor Wei! Where have you run off to again? Come back at once!"
Wei Feng hissed, tilting his head at the noise. The talisman in his earring flickered with dark red light. He said lazily, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
The person on the other end paused, then asked, "Did you get the item?"
“No, I had someone watching me as soon as I left the Jiaolong Auction House. I searched all the way to the Green Pavilion, but a flower spirit almost killed me.” Wei Feng frowned.
The voice on the other end was somewhat grave: "Jiaolong City is in too much chaos. You need to come back immediately."
"Enough nonsense," Wei Feng said, squeezing into the crowd waiting for the magic array, wary of the flower spirits that might appear at any moment. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a carriage adorned with golden jade and silver mother-of-pearl curtains and couldn't help but take a second look. "So, where exactly is the Divine Kite Shark Scale?"
"How would I know? What do you need that thing for? It's completely useless for someone as lowly as Qi Refining. But I checked some ancient texts and found that the Divine Kite Shark Scale has a companion ring. Maybe we can find it by following the ring. Wait here, I'll send you a picture of it..."
Before he finished speaking, a floating phantom of a ring appeared before Wei Feng's eyes.
The voice from the communication talisman chattered incessantly. The carriage slowly drove past him, and the curtain made of dragon silk was lifted by the wind, revealing the owner's somewhat blurry profile. Before Wei Feng could see clearly, it was pressed back down by a hand.
The hand was long and slender with distinct joints, and the fine veins at the joints were exceptionally smooth and beautiful, making it seem very suitable for being played with and fondled. However, what attracted Wei Feng was not this beautiful hand, but the black ring wrapped with gold patterns on the other person's middle finger.
The carriage bypassed the line of cultivators and entered the teleportation array directly, causing some dissatisfaction. However, seeing the Vermilion Bird Divine Mark of the Jiang family on the carriage, everyone dared not speak out.
Wei Feng grinned and rubbed his slightly warm fingertips a couple of times. "Found it."
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