Chapter 370 Guangyang Palace (2)
Si Nu and the other Great Sage were not so polite. They devoured the two spiritual material peaks in a few bites like a whirlwind and then quickly left.
Juan Gui didn't ask anyone to serve him. Although he didn't eat from a plate, he picked up a corner next to the pile of spiritual food and put pieces of meat into his mouth one by one.
So, after the Great Sages left, the six piles of food were only left with some huge pits and sharp edges, but were generally still intact.
After the head of the table finished eating, it was the turn of the second-in-command.
Ji Rong led Xi Tong and followed the royal attendants to the food pile to receive their spiritual food. Four royal attendants were maintaining order, so it was relatively orderly.
All the cultivators had big appetites. Guangyang Palace seemed quiet, but there were more than two hundred emperors and four hundred and fifty kings. The sheer number of them made Ji Rong gasp.
Ji Rong and Xi Tong were still eating when they saw that after the king-level cultivators had finished receiving their food, only the bottom layer of the six food mountains remained.
Ji Rong glanced over and realized that the food wasn't placed on the ground, but rather held on a large jade plate.
The dregs at the bottom of this layer are a privilege reserved for cultivators at the Venerable Realm and Profound Spirit Realm. As for the lesser cultivators below the Profound Spirit Realm, they can only wait for the higher-level cultivators to finish eating before picking up the dregs.
After finishing their evening meal, it got dark. Yuan Pan carefully approached Ji Rong and said, "Senior Ji, we need to get to work. Please come with me."
Ji Rong nodded and pulled Xi Tong to follow Yuan Pan.
Inside Guangyang Palace, the once grand and splendid halls became cold and empty as the light faded away. A frosty atmosphere hung in the air, and frost condensed on the jade steps, causing Ji Rong, who had just arrived, to slip and fall. She had to flap her wings repeatedly, use a small cloud-riding and rain-controlling technique, and adjust her steps to get used to it.
Yuan Pan led Ji Rong and her group through an inconspicuous door made of the same color jade and concealed by it. She took out three array tokens and placed them in the grooves on the jade door. The frost on the door melted and it opened by itself.
A wave of heat swept in, lifting the feathers of all the cultivators at the door.
Upon entering the inner room, one sees that the simple and spacious palace is marked with burn marks everywhere. Eight large-bellied furnace-shaped ritual implements stand in the middle, crackling and popping, with occasional mournful cries and lamentations emanating from them.
As soon as they entered the inner room, whispers and rustling sounds surrounded Ji Xiu's ears, growing louder and louder. Ji Rong quickly grabbed Xi Tong's wing claws and pulled her over.
Ji Rong stroked Shan Shui's small head and then drew lines on his forehead, saying, "Don't move."
Then, she placed her wing claws over Shan Shui's eyes for a short while, and only released them after Shan Shui had recovered.
Yuan Pan slowly and carefully touched the stove, then pointed to three of the warm stoves and said softly, "Seniors, carry these on your backs, let's go."
Xi Tong carried two stoves on his back, and Ji Rong carried Yuan Pan and one stove on his back, and they went down the mountain.
The frost in the mountains was heavy, so heavy that ice balls the size of spirit fruits would occasionally pelt them on the head. Ji Rong looked up at the dark sky and thought to herself that these gods were quite amusing, making such clear divisions that the moonlight of the Yuanjun did not shine here.
They walked slowly, making six turns and seven bends, climbing walls and descending slopes. Ji Rong sighed in a very low voice as she walked, "Yuan Pan, this job is really not easy. So many roads and so much ice, how can we remember them all? Yuan Pan, I haven't done any hard work in a long time. Can we take a break?"
Yuan Pan set up a small soundproof shield and whispered in Ji Rong's ear, "Senior, there's no rush to memorize this path. I'll take you through it a few more times. But we can't rest here. Let's move forward a little further."
When they reached the mountainside, Yuan Pan said, "Senior, let's stop." Then he eagerly took out a spirit fruit for Ji Rong to eat.
Ji Rong didn't eat. She touched Shan Shui's head again, writing "Come back before dawn" on his forehead, and said, "Is the frost on Guangyang Mountain always this thick? This road is difficult to walk on. What if you accidentally fall and die when you go to dump garbage during the day?"
Yuan Pan replied, "The frost has gotten worse over the years. I heard that many junior cultivators have frozen to death. Senior, have you rested enough? If you've rested enough, let's continue on our way."
Ji Rong nodded and said, "Okay."
Yuan Pan then braced one claw against the soundproof barrier and the other around Ji Rong's neck, continuing, "Senior, these furnaces to be thrown away are easy to identify. Just touch them, and if the temperature drops, just carry them out and throw them away. Don't touch the ones that make loud noises or are very hot."
Ji Rong shook his head and said, "Although the furnace we carried out has cooled down, it's still crackling and howling inside. Does that mean they haven't all died?"
“That’s alright, Senior Aji.” Yuan Pan replied carefully, “These dregs were actually created by adults. When they were broken, they had to be reshaped. This is their shed shell.”
"Because they weren't really dead, it's just that the adults thought they were no longer useful."
The deities in Guangyang Palace today are all creations; their existence is to share the weight of authority with the adults and to handle their trivial matters.
"When we're clearing them out, we need to be careful, lest any of the surviving ones climb up and threaten us. There have been examples of this in the past."
"How do you know so much? How can I, in my current position, hear such confidential matters?" Ji Rong asked warily, a sense of worry rising in her heart, and a layer of golden light appeared under her fur at will.
Yuan Pan hugged Ji Rong's neck and said gently, "Because you really resemble Little Ape's benefactor."
Little Ape will tell you everything he knows, so that you can stay here and leave easily if you want to later.
Once you reach the level of a divine servant, these things are no longer secrets. Occasionally, when he has some free time and has had too much to drink, he will call me over and tell me some of them.
There's still some left. After we've dumped these batches of slag, let's find a place to sit down, and I'll tell you more then."
The mountain wind howled, chilling to the bone; the icy fog obscured our ears and eyes.
They crossed several more cliffs and finally arrived at a wide stone platform where the wind howled. Yuan Pan pointed to the steep abyss below the edge of the platform and said, "Seniors, just dump the dregs in there."
As he spoke, Yuan Pan manifested his Dharma body, raised his thick arm, and lifted the lid of the large-bellied furnace according to the array patterns.
The wind whipped up the debris inside and threw it at Ji Rong and the others' faces. A weak and panicked voice kept calling out, "Lord God, I can still do it, I can still do it."
Yuan Pan lifted the furnace and slammed the dregs down the cliff. He said regretfully to Ji Rong, "It is said that this furnace originally had an incantation that could make it pour itself out. But once, a servant who was pouring out the dregs couldn't bear it, so he opened the lid, listened to the nonsense of one dreg, and released the other dreg whose hands and feet were still intact."
As a result, that scoundrel ran back to the lord's temple to beg for mercy, disturbing the lord's peace, and the servant was eventually ground to dust.
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