"Master, go ahead! Maybe there are treasures waiting for us to take them?" Chaos Pearl urged. Chaos Pearl was impatient, and Liu Jingyu had been standing in front of the hall for so long that Chaos Pearl had long lost his patience.
The Yushan Sect's leader's residence must be filled with magical treasures and elixirs, right? At the very least, there must be a lot of spirit stones. "Slurp!" Chaos Pearl felt his saliva begin to flow again at the mere thought.
"Let's go!" Zhou Yuanyuan herself was a bit curious. With the Chaos Pearl as her secret "peek device," Zhou Yuanyuan also wanted to see what the leader of the Yushan Sect actually looked like. Would he be like the old Taoist priest with white beard and eyebrows and an ethereal air, like in the TV dramas she'd seen in her past life?
The Chaos Pearl thought that Zhou Yuanyuan agreed to its treasure hunt request, so it became excited. It retracted the hook that was hooked on Liu Jingyu's collar and flew to the door of the hall with a "whoosh".
I don’t know if it was because the Chaos Pearl’s movements were too rough or what, but Liu Jingyu, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, seemed to feel something floating behind him. He reached out and touched his back and collar, but of course he didn’t touch anything.
"Zhuzhu, be careful, there are restrictions here." Xiaoyu reminded him. Chaos Pearl looked so anxious, it would be bad if they just barged in and triggered the restrictions. After all, they were here to spy, not to fight!
"Boss, got it. Watch me." Chaos Pearl, alerted by Xiaoyu's warning, immediately perked up. A restriction, to put it bluntly, was simply a simplified form of barrier. No one understood the laws of space better than the Chaos Pearl. A small restriction wouldn't be too difficult for a Chaos Pearl, possessing an entire Trial World.
Zhou Yuanyuan watched as the Chaos Pearl lay on a thin layer of light. Unsure how it managed to do so, it twisted and turned before finally squeezing into the forbidden area. This time, the Chaos Pearl, remembering its invisibility, coquettishly drew a graceful arc under the eyes of the two Taoist priests in the main hall before floating to the beams.
Looking down from above, Zhou Yuanyuan saw an old Taoist priest and a middle-aged Taoist priest sitting in the main hall. The Taoist priest was "old" not just in the wrinkles on his face, but in the lack of spirit in him, like the dying fish on the shore or the withering flowers.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know why she felt this way about the Taoist priest. Clearly, his face evoked the handsomeness and elegance of his youth. Who could this person be? An elder of the Yushan Sect or another sect? Zhou Yuanyuan pondered.
"Master, this is Taoist Baopu, the uncle Liu Jingyun mentioned. He was the one who had Liu Jingyun capture Wen Ziqing," Xiaoyu quickly complained to Zhou Yuanyuan. Just now, while Zhou Yuanyuan was still outside the confinement area, Xiaoyu overheard the conversation between the two Taoists. Taoist Baopu thanked Taoist Lingyun for helping him find his long-lost disciple.
At first, Xiaoyu didn't know whether the "long-lost disciple" that Taoist Baopu mentioned was Wen Ziqing, or whether Taoist Lingyun was talking about how his disciples were ignorant and actually ran to the field hospital to kidnap people. If people from other sects knew about it, who knows how they would attack their own sect. Only then did she understand.
Zhou Yuanyuan had heard the name Taoist Baopu several times before. In Zhou Yuanyuan's impression, Taoist Baopu was a very caring person. He wanted to take Zhou Xi as his disciple, but Zhou Xi was unwilling. He did not force him and even passed on the cultivation method to Zhou Xi before leaving.
Although the cultivation method that Taoist Baopu passed on to Zhou Xi was not complete, Zhou Yuanyuan still had a good impression of Taoist Baopu. For a cultivator to be able to take into account the feelings of mortals is already very good.
"Xiao Yu, is this Taoist Baopu about to die?" After Zhou Yuanyuan knew that the man full of "death" aura was Taoist Baopu, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him.
"Master, this man's body has reached the point of exhaustion, but his spirit is still very powerful." Xiaoyu heard Zhou Yuanyuan ask it, and carefully observed Taoist Baopu again.
This is how cultivators are; their lifespans are determined by their level of cultivation. Taoist Baopu was currently at the middle stage of the Golden Core stage, with a lifespan of only eight hundred years. Even if his spirit was formidable, Xiaoyu believed his body would expire in three years at most. Unless, during those three years, Taoist Baopu encountered a formidable opportunity that allowed him to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, in which case his lifespan would extend by a thousand years.
As far as Xiaoyu knew, in the previous Lingxiao Realm, even the most talented cultivator would need hundreds of years to cultivate from the middle stage of the Golden Core to the Nascent Soul stage.
In a nutshell, this Taoist Baopu is about to die and has at most three years left to live.
"That's not right! Xiaoyu, Grandpa Xi just joined the Yushan Sect last month and became a disciple of Taoist Baopu. And Brother Ziqing, if Taoist Baopu is dying, why is he still accepting disciples so frequently? If it were me, knowing I only had a few years to live, I might as well find a beautiful place and live a leisurely and happy life." Zhou Yuanyuan found it very strange. If I were to ask myself, shouldn't Taoist Baopu be enjoying life now? Training disciples is no easy task, just look at how Zhao Qingshan usually urges Zhou Jiasheng and Wen Ziqing to practice.
Could it be that Taoist Baopu's thoughts were more noble than those of ordinary people? In a limited time, how many talents could he train for his sect?
Zhou Yuanyuan felt her mind was in a daze, as if she had overlooked something.
In the main hall, two Taoists were in the thick of conversation. Although restrictions had been set in the main hall, some things that were usually inconvenient to discuss could now be freely discussed.
"Brother Baopu, what are your plans now?" the Taoist priest sitting in the main seat asked. After Xiaoyu's introduction, Zhou Yuanyuan realized that this chubby Taoist priest was none other than Taoist Lingyun, the head of the Yushan Sect. Before meeting Taoist Lingyun, Zhou Yuanyuan had assumed he was a celestial cultivator. But upon seeing him in person, Zhou Yuanyuan felt as if she had taken 10,000 points of damage.
Although Taoist Lingyun's name sounded pleasant, he was utterly ugly. He was chubby, almost like a ball, with a round face and a funny bulbous nose. His doe-eyed eyes made him look far from the "fairy-like" persona Zhou Yuanyuan had hoped for.
Zhou Yuanyuan had heard from Xiaoyu that cultivators could adjust their appearance after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage. Even the ugliest person could expend some spiritual energy to transform into a handsome or beautiful person. This Taoist Lingyun wore this look all day long. Was it because of an aesthetic disorder, or was there some other reason?
When Taoist Master Baopu heard Taoist Master Lingyun ask about his plans, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Alas! This life span has always been a major hurdle for cultivators of my generation. I won't be satisfied until I achieve the great Dao!"
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