Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 267 Wu Yue

I'm currently reading Chapter 266 of the novel "Cola Novel" – Wu Yue – and I'm completely engrossed in it.

"The East China Sea's top-tier auction is indeed extraordinary..."

Fuqi Dao, from the ancient Shu region.

Fang Qing silently recalled the cause and effect he had finally deduced.

Judging from Shang Yuanxin's near-death experience...

"This private exchange will probably reveal some incredible treasure...it might even attract Nascent Soul stage monsters to fight each other..."

"I'm not going to join the fun."

"And as a side note, this also serves to repay the favor, thus canceling the promise to help."

He looked eastward, a hint of longing in his eyes: "Next... let's travel eastward..."

……

He accepted the explanation.

Jiangnan, the land of the Wu Kingdom.

Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Now it is winter. Outside the city, the distant mountains are dark and the cold forests are desolate. The frosty branches rustle. The scene of spring with its brocade flowers and lush greenery has disappeared. It has turned into withered leaves that fall like butterflies in the cold sky. Occasionally they fall into the streams and are carried away by the water. It is like a light ink painting, quietly unfolding between the world of Jiangnan.

On the shore of the great lake, the water is cold and still, the shimmering light fades, and withered lotus leaves and broken stems lie across the surface, some broken, some brittle, displaying a sense of vicissitude.

In the distance stands a pagoda atop a mountain, its top still covered in snow, seemingly dilapidated from many years ago…

There was a small shop by the roadside with a soup pot on it, simmering some offal in it. The steaming hot soup attracted many passing merchants.

Most of these Wu people had short hair and dark blue tattoos on their arms, chests, and even faces, which was the "cut hair and tattoos" bad habit criticized by the scholars of Northern Zhou.

The journey was treacherous, and many merchants carried weapons for self-defense, with swords being the most common.

Whoosh!

A gentle breeze blew by, and a swordsman in a green robe walked in.

He looked to be around twenty years old, with short hair, eyes as bright as morning stars, and skin as white as jade, without any tattoos. He was also holding a sword in his arms.

This sword is three feet and three inches long, with a bronze hilt and a thick, ancient-looking blade.

"Waiter, bring the wine!"

The swordsman in the green robe found a seat, slammed his sword on the table, and shouted.

This person was naturally Fang Qing.

He traveled from Taixu to Wu Kingdom in less than half a day.

Furthermore, most of the residents here have short hair or long hair that falls over their shoulders, and very few have their hair in a bun.

He thought it looked alright, so he went to the street and bought a set of local clothes, and also picked out a sword at the blacksmith shop on the street corner!

According to the people of Nanwu, a man's coming of age is inevitably accompanied by a precious sword that has weathered many storms!

Therefore, not to mention the cultivation world, even in the secular world, sword fighting is commonplace. If there is even the slightest quarrel, swords will be drawn and blood will be spilled!

"Something feels off about this trend... Is this what it's like in a place where the Metal element is so prevalent? Or is it the influence of supernatural powers?"

Having come from a land of demons, Fang Qing now tends to be suspicious of everything he sees.

"Alright, don't let the size of our stall fool you, our homemade osmanthus wine is famously fragrant and mellow... Would you like two pounds of offal, sir? Paired with dried tofu, the taste... is absolutely divine!"

The waiter rushed over and greeted them attentively.

"No need..."

Fang Qing is now a True Person of the Purple Mansion, able to live on wind and dew, and even needs wine, just to satisfy his appetite.

Of course, Zi Fu's extraordinary abilities were too terrifying, so he had already used the Dao Life Pearl to neutralize them. Now he only had the Dao Foundation Perfection "Sharp Edge Chapter" Dao Foundation, making him a Dao Foundation Master.

Before long, the osmanthus wine was served, and the waiter thoughtfully brought a small red clay stove for warming the wine, along with hot water: "Sir, it's been cold lately, have a pot of hot wine to warm yourself up..."

"You certainly know how to do business. Here's a reward."

Fang Qing casually took out a coin and tossed it over, making the waiter grin from ear to ear.

Unfortunately, before the waiter could put the silver away, a hand reached out and snatched it away: "Erniu, instead of giving the silver to the tofu seller at the street corner, I'll keep it for you and save money for your wedding."

"Boss..."

The waiter looked on with a pained expression as he watched the boss take the silver away.

Just then, another group of martial arts practitioners carrying swords and knives entered. He had no time for grief and quickly stepped forward, saying, "Esteemed guests, please come in!"

Fang Qing looked at the shop owner and saw that he was no more than twenty or thirty years old, with short hair, eyebrows like distant mountains, and no tattoos. In particular, his hands were as white as jade, and his nails were trimmed very neatly.

"What a pair of hands that wield a sword."

Fang Qing sighed in admiration and asked with a smile, "How should I address this boss?"

"My surname is Li, and my given name is not worth mentioning..."

Boss Li smiled slightly and said, "These are the hands I use to manipulate abacus beads and keep accounts, not to wield a sword..."

Fang Qing didn't care. He picked up the osmanthus wine pot and soaked it in hot water.

Whoosh!

Outside, a light snow began to fall, like soft flakes of cotton, with a rustling sound coming from all around, which was then drowned out by the noisy chatter of the martial arts practitioners sitting next to them.

"I wanted to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine, but it will never be like the carefree days of my youth."

Fang Qing poured herself a glass of osmanthus wine and slowly took a sip.

Ordinary wine, in the end, is still somewhat murky and bitter, just as one's own state of mind is.

"In the end... we can't go back."

He sighed and looked at Boss Li: "How about... we sit down and have a drink? It's on me..."

"Sir... are you a newcomer to the martial arts world?"

He drank a cup of osmanthus wine, then glanced at Fang Qing's clothes and sword, and laughed, "You bought that sword from 'Ge's Blacksmith Shop' on the corner of the old street, didn't you? Ge's blacksmith is quite skilled, but his prices are a bit high. If you mention my name, maybe I can get you a few copper coins off..."

"So what if I'm a novice? I'll roam the martial world with my sword and become famous throughout Qiantang..."

Fang Qing said proudly.

In this land of Nanwu, the imperial court, the martial arts world, and the cultivation world are exceptionally closely connected.

Among mortals, there are many swordsmen who roam the world with their swords, and then are chosen by senior masters who bestow upon them sword techniques and true qi, thus becoming legendary sword immortals!

"I, Fang Jin, have come here to make my name known throughout the martial world and to claim victory in the sword tournament!"

Fang Qing pretended to be a naive newcomer to the martial world, but then he heard the group of martial artists beside him shout, "Excellent! This is the spirit of true heroes!"

"Young man, I have high hopes for you!"

"Haha... We've spent our lives wielding swords; wouldn't it be a wasted trip if we didn't go to Qiantang City to unleash our swords here?"

……

"This script is wrong... Shouldn't it be the other way around, mocking me?"

Fang Qing's lips twitched, somewhat speechless.

But these were just ordinary people and low-level cultivators, so he didn't use any supernatural powers or anything extraordinary. He simply stood up and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you all. This wine today... is on me!"

"Haha, young hero, you are indeed generous!"

The group of martial arts practitioners cheered, then ordered the waiter to bring more wine. Someone said, "This offal is too fishy, ​​I want to eat beef! Go cut a few pounds..."

The waiter begged for mercy repeatedly, looking utterly pathetic.

Boss Li remained calm and composed, leisurely smelling the wine and occasionally eating a few pieces of dried bean curd.

"Does Boss Li also know about the underworld?"

Fang Qing drank another cup of osmanthus wine and asked.

"I'm in business, so I inevitably know a bit..." Boss Li said with a smile.

"Then do you know who I need to challenge to achieve instant fame?" Fang Qing's eyes gleamed.

"If we're talking about the most famous in the martial arts world, then it's naturally the Eight Great Swordsmen... Each of them is a young hero who rose to fame at a young age and is renowned in his region."

A martial arts expert nearby spoke up: "If one could defeat even one of them with a sword, one would instantly become famous throughout the land!"

"This world is a deep and murky place."

Boss Li shook his head: "Those eight famous swordsmen, who knows how many of them have secretly become sword immortals? To rashly challenge them would be tantamount to courting death."

His tone seemed to be a reminder.

"One day, I too will become a sword immortal!"

Fang Qing's face was full of longing: "Swordsmen can only dominate for a time, only sword immortals can live forever..."

Mr. Li was somewhat speechless: "Your ambitions... have changed so quickly..."

"Boss, since you're so well-informed, do you know how vast the Wu Kingdom is? Where can one seek immortality?"

Fang Qing offered a cup of osmanthus wine.

"Um... I'm just a roadside stall owner in the countryside, how would I know?"

Boss Li was clearly hesitant, but still said, "I've heard of a mountain called 'Sword-Asking Mountain,' which ordinary people cannot climb. If you can climb that mountain, you will have the opportunity to enter the Dao... In addition, if you can ask the sword in Qiantang and become famous, you will naturally attract the attention of sword immortals... In our Wu-Yue region, I've heard that the two largest cultivation forces are the 'Wu-Yue Sword Pavilion'... As for the other one, it is the 'Wu Kingdom Royal Family'."

"The royal family of Wu?"

Fang Qing nodded: "That's right...that's exactly how it should be, otherwise how can a nation be established? There must be an immortal ancestor within the royal family!"

"When talking about the royal family of Wu, one cannot help but mention a legend."

At this moment, a martial arts practitioner standing nearby suddenly said with a devout expression, "If he were still alive... all the Eight Great Swords would have to bow down in submission."

"Oh? Could it be...?"

Fang Qing's eyes lit up.

"Indeed, it is His Highness the Eighth Prince!"

The man's face was full of reverence: "The Eighth Prince was originally the eighth prince of the late emperor. It is said that he was extraordinary from a young age. At the time of his birth, a flying sword fell and recognized him as its master... In his youth, he was proficient in the sword techniques of a hundred schools. At the Qiantang Gathering, his swordplay was unparalleled. All the famous swordsmen in the world were convinced and regarded him as the number one swordsman in the southeast..."

"After the late emperor passed away, the third prince rebelled... The Eighth Prince quelled the chaos, charging into the Forbidden City with a single sword strike. It is said that on that day, the sound of the sword could be heard throughout the entire city of Qiantang... In the end, the third prince was executed, but the Eighth Prince did not succeed to the throne according to the late emperor's will. Instead, he ceded the throne to his own son, the tenth prince, and entered the martial world as a commoner. It has been three years since then..."

"I see……"

Fang Qing's lips twitched as he listened, and he thought to himself, "Idiot!"

Such a melodramatic plot was truly eye-opening for him, yet these people from Wu seemed to admire him immensely.

"If there were no world without extraordinary powers, once the Tenth Prince had secured the throne, I think the Eighth Prince would be dead by now..."

Even in this world of cultivation and the Dao of Qi, how much resource support could one obtain to rule a country? Why would one simply hand it over?

"No, that's not right. A few mere teenagers are arguing over this. Do they think the royal family's Purple Palace is dead?"