Chapter 2 White Peacock
◎The feathers are snow-white, without a trace of other colors◎
This thunder was powerful and mixed with raging fire, and it directly turned Kong Shuang back to his original form. He was a big bird covered in colorful light, with its wings fluttering behind him, covering half of the sky, like a gorgeous fan.
"So that's it, the five-colored peacock." The man in red moved his fingertips slightly, calculated lightly, and said in sudden realization.
It was as if he was in a raging fire, his limbs were burning. He endured the pain, and Kong Shuang's mind became turbid, and the last trace of clarity disappeared completely.
She let out a shrill cry, flew high up, and circled in the air, with flames burning on her feathers. Wherever she went, lightning and fire fell, and all the plants she touched were burned to ashes.
The man in red couldn't help but frown, and was about to make a move when he heard the tinkling of bells, which was crisp and clear to the ears.
He glanced around and fixed his gaze on Peacock's right ankle. A silver light suddenly appeared there. It was an extremely delicate and small silver bell, silver-white all over. At this moment, it moved without wind and made a sound.
Along with the sound of the silver bell, a golden light started from the silver bell and slowly spread throughout Peacock's body, repairing her body. The flames were extinguished bit by bit, and the colorful light on her body also disappeared bit by bit.
After the colorful light disappeared, the man in red opened his eyes wide, his knuckles flying, and he kept calculating. The more he calculated, the more incredible it became. Finally, he stopped, his eyes full of surprise. No matter how he calculated, the result he got was that the daughter of Yuan Feng in front of him, the first peacock in the world, was a peacock with colorful feathers.
But the color he saw with his eyes was clearly white. The peacock in front of him was white, and its feathers were snow-white, without a single color. What was obscuring the secret?
He made a magic gesture and brought back the unconscious Kong Shuang who was floating in the air. Because her original form was too huge, he cast a spell to transform her into a human form.
The moment his magic power touched her body, magic power flew out of the silver bell, blocked the magic power of the man in red and dispersed it. The man in red was stunned, not because the silver bell dispersed his magic power, but because the magic power of the silver bell was the same as his.
The aura emitted by the magic power is almost exactly the same as his, even more similar to that of his two brothers who share the same origin.
What exactly is this magic weapon of Peacock?
Yinling seemed to have noticed something as well, sensing the original magical power, stopped shaking, and obeyed his wishes. The unconscious Kong Shuang turned into a human form and fell into his arms.
He came back to his senses, his eyelids twitched, and his ears immediately turned red as if they were on fire. Kong Shuang's exquisite and flawless body was not wearing a single piece of clothing.
In the early years, the primitive world had not yet been civilized. It was the world of the dragon, phoenix and unicorn. The dragon clan was especially fond of the yellow and red ways, and often practiced dual cultivation under the sky and on the ground.
He had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run. He immediately calmed down, quickly threw the person in his arms to the ground, and picked a willow leaf at random. The willow leaf instantly turned into a green robe and was put on Kong Shuang.
He then looked at Kong Shuang again. Kong Shuang had experienced a thunder tribulation and his cultivation had greatly improved, but he was still in a coma with his eyes closed.
Tongtian took off the silver bell on her fair white calf. The silver bell was taken off by him very obediently. Once it was in his hand, it excitedly emitted golden light and jingled, and was very intimate to him.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a look of understanding. If he guessed correctly, it was this magic weapon that helped Kong Shuang conceal the secret. However, he couldn't tell what grade this magic weapon was? And why did its aura resemble his own?
A message came from the sky, and he knew that it was his two brothers calling him. Their teacher had become a saint, and as a disciple, he naturally had to go to Zixiao Palace in advance to congratulate him.
He sighed and put the bell back on Kong Shuang's feet. Sensing that Kong Shuang was about to leave, the sound of the silver bell became louder, as if it didn't want him to leave.
He was unmoved and left.
After an unknown amount of time, Kong Shuang slowly woke up. After circulating her spiritual power for a while, she slowly felt relieved. Fortunately, her magic power had greatly improved and she had already become a Daluo Jinxian.
In the ancient times, only by becoming a Daluo Jinxian can one have a foothold.
She looked around again, but there was no trace of the man in red. She sighed softly and comforted herself that she would probably meet him when she went to listen to the sermon in Zixiao Palace, and then she would ask his name.
Thinking of Zixiao Palace, Kong Shuang suddenly thought of something:
In Zixiao Palace, there are six cushions that symbolize sainthood. Her good friend Hongyun occupied one of them, and then gave it to her enemy, the Western Zhunti Taoist who would take her as his mount in the future.
Kong Shuang's face was slightly cold. With her around, she wouldn't even let him enter the door, let alone the futon!
I just don’t know if it’s too late now?
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In the spacious and magnificent hall of Zixiao Palace, there were already many people standing there. In front of the crowd, there were six cushions filled with people. From left to right, they were the Three Pure Ones from Kunlun Mountain, the Taoist Hongyun from Huoyun Palace who was transformed from the first cloud between heaven and earth, the Taoist Kunpeng from the coast of the North Sea, and the female cultivator Nuwa who lived in Buzhou Mountain.
Nuwa was whispering with her brother Fuxi behind her, looking up at each other from time to time and exchanging glances.
The two of them were transformed from the innate extreme yang and extreme yin energies. Although they called each other brother and sister, they were actually Taoist companions.
Before the arrival of the Saint Hongjun, most of the cultivators present were friends with each other, so they gathered together to exchange feelings.
Suddenly, two people rushed into the hall door. They were both dressed in rags and had sad faces, as if they had been through a lot. Compared with the other monks present, they looked really down and out.
When the two entered the hall, they saw that all six cushions were filled with people. The sorrow on their faces was even more intense. Zhunti, who was sitting behind them, even fell to the ground and burst into tears: "Brother, how could we be so miserable? We have come all the way from the West, but we can't even find a cushion."
His senior brother Jie Yin had wrinkles all over his face. After hearing Zhunti's sobbing, his wrinkles grew even more. He consoled him, "Junior brother, we are not destined to be together."
After hearing his words, Zhunti cried even louder, and his bald head made him look even more pitiful: "It is truly miserable for you and me to be in the barren western land."
While crying, he looked at the six people on the cushions. Taiqing Laozi didn't even give him a glance, and Yuqing Yuanshi's face was full of disgust.
The Taoist priest in red sitting in the third seat, Shangqing Tongtian, smiled at him, but was lightly scolded by his brother beside him. He could not help but waved his hands, and the smile on his face became even more pronounced.
Zhunti couldn't tell whether he was smiling at him sincerely or making fun of him, so he could only look expectantly at the fourth person.
The fourth person was a handsome young man with delicate features. Hearing the man crying, he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted and said kindly, "Why don't you sit here with me, fellow Taoist?" After that, he stood up and gave up his seat.
Everyone in the hall looked at Hong Yun, and thought to themselves: It is just as expected!
Except for Zhunti Jieyin, all the cultivators present were from the East. After tens of thousands of years of practice, people may not know them but have heard of their names. Hongyun was the most famous one among them.
This famous Immortal of Fortune in the prehistoric world is a well-known good man who is truly selfless and generous to others. If he had not been lucky enough to have two smart friends protecting him, he would have been eaten to pieces in this prehistoric world.
Zhunti sat down on the cushion that Hongyun had given up. As soon as he sat down, his mind couldn't help but move. He felt that he owed Hongyun a karma. His eyes couldn't help but flash, and he looked at Hongyun obscurely.
Nowadays, people believe that death is the end of one’s body and soul. Once a person dies, the karma he owes to others is gone.
Zhunti secretly had some thoughts in mind, but he put on a sincere smile and thanked Hongyun.
Hong Yun nodded with a smile, but before he could speak, an angry woman's roar came from outside the hall: "Hong Yun, what are you doing?"
Tongtian's smile deepened upon hearing the familiar voice, and noticing his brother's expression, Yuanshi couldn't help but glance at him curiously.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young female cultivator flying in from outside the hall. She was extremely beautiful and dressed in a green Taoist robe. Her black hair, like green clouds, was tied up high with a green hairband and tied into a long ponytail that hung down to her waist. Her eyes, like bright stars, were filled with two strands of anger that were almost bursting out.
Kong Shuang flew in, feeling nauseous. He tried his best to catch up, fearing that he would not be able to stop Hong Yun from giving up his seat, but he still failed to catch up.
Seeing her, Hong Yun congratulated her, seeing that her friend's long-cherished wish had finally come true, and said, "Kong Shuang, you've finally been promoted!"
Kong Shuang ignored him, his face so gloomy that water could almost drip out of it. He glared at Zhunti viciously, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said, "Daoist Zhunti, long time no see."
Zhunti glanced at her calmly, his brows wide open with a smile, and clasped his hands together, saying, "Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang, your cultivation is now more advanced. Why don't you join me in the West and achieve the Great Dao together?"
Hongyun's face turned pale when he realized that the Western Taoist he gave his seat to was none other than Zhunti Taoist, who had always wanted to subdue his friend and use him as his mount. He felt extremely regretful for giving up his seat to his enemy.
Kong Shuang's eyes were cold, and he ignored Zhunti's invitation and said, "Stand up!"
Zhunti naturally didn't listen to him. He shook his hairless head, his smug look on his face. His body was as steady as a rock. How could he give up the seat he had already taken?
This meant that he had to give up the opportunity to become a saint. Kong Shuang did not want to waste time talking. A brilliant light appeared behind him, and a peacock shadow was faintly revealed, as if he was ready for a fight.
She has been promoted to the Golden Immortal of Daluo, and together with Hong Yun who is also a Golden Immortal of Daluo, she will not be at a disadvantage against Zhunti Jieyin.
Tongtian, who had been observing for a long time with her chin propped up on the side, had a hint of surprise in her eyes. Could it be that she had guessed that these six cushions contained great opportunities?
There seemed to be some unusual movement in the air. Kong Shuang's expression became serious. Others saw that she had a bad look on her face, but she herself knew that she was frozen and unable to move.
Some people don't want her to take action against the two Westerners.
She was furious, but powerless to do anything. She could only retract her companion talent, the five-colored divine light. Once the divine light was retracted, she could move.
Kong Shuang looked at the empty lotus seat in the front. There was only one person in Zixiao Palace who dared to stop her, and that was the owner of this place - Daozu Hongjun.
She stared at that place, not caring about anything else. The anger in her eyes grew stronger and stronger, and she couldn't suppress her resentment. Just as she was about to speak, a divine thought entered her mind and stopped her from saying anything - "Shut up!"
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