Shen Luo first used the Art of Spirit Control to summon Lang Sheng to protect him. Then, he sat cross-legged outside the array and placed the Qiankun Bag in the center of the array.
He made a hand seal to activate the array. A black light rose from the array and lifted the Qiankun Bag up slowly. There were even traces of black light that merged into the bag.
The black light around the Qiankun Bag flashed and a hazy black figure slowly appeared. It was the image of the general ghost.
"I'll have to trouble you to help me." Shen Luo smiled and walked into the array. He sat down under the Qiankun Bag and the general ghost's image shrouded him.
He slowly used the Ghost Nourishment Secret Technique. Traces of light came out from the ghost's image and gathered in between his eyebrows.
Shen Luo frowned and showed a painful expression. He forced himself to endure and used the Nameless Divine Art to try to break through the bottleneck of the Soul Condensation Realm again.
In the blink of an eye, a few months had passed.
The New Year had passed. The weather around the Yellow River was still getting colder and colder. It was snowing heavily today.
Snowflakes danced on the surface of the river. It was hard to tell where the river was and where the sky was.
This weather was not suitable for shipping and fishing. Therefore, there was not a single ship or fishing boat on the river.
However, such a beautiful scenery was suitable for the scholars and nobles who did not have to worry about their livelihood to enjoy the snow.
A pleasure boat that was two to three hundred feet long and three stories high was slowly moving on the Yellow River. The flag on the boat was bright yellow and embroidered with dragons and phoenixes. It was obvious that there were people from the royal family on the boat.
Sounds of music, singing and dancing could be heard from the boat. Occasionally, there was someone reciting a poem in a loud voice. They were enjoying the snow.
At this moment, the river surface a few hundred feet away from the boat suddenly rolled violently. A huge whirlpool appeared and countless small whirlpools appeared around it, causing a strong wind to blow.
At the same time, the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth on the river surface became chaotic and gathered towards the huge whirlpool. Gusts of wind blew in the sky and formed an even bigger whirlpool. It let out a thunderous roar.
The sail of the boat was also affected by the strong wind. It shook violently and several flags on the boat were directly broken by the strong wind and swept into the sky.
"What's going on!" The singing and dancing on the ship stopped abruptly, and a group of people rushed out from the cabin in a hurry.
The leader of the group was a young man in a bright yellow robe, with a golden crown on his head and a folding fan in his hand. He looked to be in his twenties, with a pair of starry eyes and beautiful eyebrows. His Celestial Court was full, and there was a faint purple light between his eyebrows. He gave off an extremely noble feeling.
There was another person standing beside the golden-crowned youth. It was a girl in a bright yellow dress and a phoenix crown. She was the girl surnamed Li whom Shen Luo had met twice in the market square of Wanqiu City and at the Xuanyuan Pavilion auction.
There were more than ten people standing behind the two of them. They were all young men and women dressed in embroidered robes. Their bearing was extraordinary, and it was obvious that they were all people of high status.
There were also a few Feather Scholars dressed in Daoist robes standing around, but they were all cultivators.
The young man surnamed Wu was also here, but he was standing at the edge of the crowd. The arrogance on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by humility and respect.
A middle-aged Feather Scholar wearing a purple Daoist robe and a thunder sun crown stood in front of the young man surnamed Wu. Their facial features were somewhat similar, and it seemed that they were related by blood.
"Reporting to Ninth Prince, there is a surge of Spirit Qi in front of us, and the wind has formed into a whirlpool. There should be an immortal cultivator in seclusion at the bottom of the river, trying to break through to the next realm. This has caused the phenomenon, "a Daoist holding a whisk stood behind the golden-crowned youth. He glanced at the river in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile as he spoke.
This Daoist's appearance was clear and strange. He had a head full of white hair, but there was not a single wrinkle on his face. He looked extremely young, but for some unknown reason, his face was somewhat sickly pale.
As he spoke, he waved the whisk in his hand.
A layer of green light appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire pleasure boat. The green light flashed with a mysterious pattern, and there were even spots of light flashing, like stars in the night sky.
The pleasure boat immediately became stable. No matter how strong the wind blew in the sky, or how turbulent the whirlpool in the river, it could not be affected in the slightest.
At this moment, the Spirit Qi whirlpool in the distance suddenly stopped revolving, and after a clear sound, it collapsed and drifted away. A rainbow-like light appeared in the sky, and it looked very beautiful.
The whirlpool on the river's surface also disappeared. After a few breaths, everything returned to normal, and the snowflakes continued to drift down.
"It seems to be over. State Teacher, can you see what realm this person is at? Did he break through successfully? "the golden-crowned youth asked with interest.
"The breakthrough has been successful. Looking at the Spirit Qi fluctuations, he should be at the Soul Condensation Stage," the Daoist Scholar said with a smile.
"Humph! A cultivator who has just broken through to the Soul Condensation Stage dares to disturb Ninth Prince and Princess Shu's enjoyment of the snow, and even destroy the Imperial Flag. This is a heinous crime. I will go down and drag him out for Your Highness to deal with. " The purple-robed Feather Scholar in front of the young man surnamed Wu suddenly snorted coldly, and walked out in large strides. He saluted the golden-crowned youth and said.
The golden-crowned youth shook his head and said, "According to the State Teacher, this person was in seclusion to make a breakthrough. This was not intentional, so there is no need to make a big fuss."
The purple-robed Feather Scholar seemed unwilling and said, "Although it was unintentional, this person destroying the Imperial Flag is a fact. If this matter is not severely punished, it will not be enough to show the might of the Tang Imperial Family. If this matter is spread, it will make the Immortal Cultivation Sects look down on the Imperial Court. Your Highness, please investigate this matter."
Speaking of the Imperial Court's prestige, the golden-crowned youth couldn't help but reveal a hesitant expression. He couldn't help but look at the Daoist Scholar who was called the State Teacher.
"Fellow Daoist Wu's words are reasonable. Your Highness, please allow us to admire Fellow Daoist Wu's Heaven Burning Immortal Technique. However, this place is above the Yellow River, and the water is very dense. It can restrain Fellow Daoist Wu's fire attribute techniques. Would you like me to lend you a hand? "The State Teacher revealed a meaningful smile and said.
"A mere cultivator who has just broken through to the Soul Condensation Stage, there is no need for State Teacher Yuan to worry. Everyone, please wait a moment. I will go get him." The purple-robed Feather Scholar coldly snorted. He didn't seem to have done anything, but his body had already flown out. In a few breaths of time, he was above the whirlpool from before.
"Who dares to obstruct the Imperial Ship? Come out for me!" The person angrily shouted and pointed his finger.
"Xiu!" A crimson sword light shot out from his sleeve. It was as fast as a meteor as it pierced into the river. It let out an extremely loud whistle that resounded across the river for dozens of miles.
"Fellow Daoist Wu's Meteor Sword is becoming more and more powerful. Nephew Wu, your father's cultivation is not far from the Mid Soul Condensation Stage, right?" Another white-haired Feather Scholar asked the youth surnamed Wu.
"Daoist Dafang's eyes are like torches. My father's cultivation has indeed improved greatly. He once said that he was confident that he would be able to break through to the Mid Soul Condensation Stage within three years." The youth surnamed Wu proudly said and then looked at the girl surnamed Li.
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