On the third day of the ninth month, the Zhongtai Sect held a banquet at the southwest dragon pillar, inviting the Dongsheng sects.
After the Ku Xin Sect received the invitation, the Sect Leader, He Yizhu, selected over a hundred disciples and elders. They boarded the Flying Disc Cloud Boat and departed from the Wu Kingdom in the southwest, heading north. After twenty days, they arrived at the side of the raging Great Chuan River.
The Great Chuan River flowed from west to east, intersecting with the other four great rivers at the midstream umbilicus. Together, they were known as the "Five Dragon Rivers". Its shape was just like the word "Great", dividing the Dongsheng Continent into five, and the world's structure was thus formed.
The water of the Dachuan River flowed rapidly. In the middle of the river, there were black reefs densely covering the entire river.
If one looked closely, they would be able to tell that they weren't rocks, but huge, strange turtles. They stood at the bottom of the river, their bodies like millstones. Only their black shells were exposed to the surface of the river, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. There were thousands of them.
Among them, there were ten of them that were especially huge. When they raised their heads, they were almost as big as a mountain. They were facing the sun and spitting out smoke.
An elder who was leading the way raised his hand and signaled for them to stop. He cautiously said, "Disciples behind, be careful. Follow the elders when crossing the river. Don't become food for the monster turtles."
Everyone agreed in unison.
These monster turtles usually lived in the river. As long as there were cultivators crossing the river, they would try to swallow them. Other than the Yuanying cultivators who could travel above the sky and hide from them, the rest could only cross the river during the two to four hours when the turtles entered the water to rest. Even so, if they weren't careful, they would still be killed.
It wasn't that the five sects didn't want to eliminate them, but it wasn't in their territory after all. The cultivators who went there didn't have the heart to help. Moreover, the monster turtles' shells were sturdy. Normal weapons couldn't break them. Even if they couldn't defeat the cultivators, they could hide deep in the river. Normal methods couldn't take them.
The ten monster turtles were even more powerful. They could almost fight with the Yuanying cultivators. The people of the Ku Xin Sect didn't want to provoke them, so they carefully avoided them. It took them half a day to cross the river Just Now.
As soon as they reached the other side of the river, a disciple pointed downwards and said, "There are already Zhongtai disciples waiting by the river."
"Oh," the leading elder replied. He said, "Unexpectedly he came all the way to the riverbank. Sect Leader Qiao is very considerate. "
At first, he didn't think much of it, but after traveling for another ten days, he was moved.
In the past few days, they had traveled tens of thousands of miles, but there was only one pavilion every ten miles. There was a jug of wine every hundred li. A hill of a thousand li. Every thousand li, there would be a thousand pearls piled up into a pagoda on top of the hill. It gave off a dazzling radiance.
On the two sides of the path, there were golden boats sailing from time to time. On every single boat, there were beautiful maidservants in colorful clothes standing at the bow of the boat, pouring water and wine into the dry ditches to converge into a river.
There were also demon carps with pearls in their mouths, swimming leisurely. From time to time, a maidservant would throw down bait and swallow it. The pearls in their stomachs would shine, and stars would be faintly discernible in the transparent water. At night, the ground would shine, and the water would be like a river of stars. It really made the mountains and rivers look beautiful, and the scenery was endless.
The disciples of the Ku Xin Sect were all astonished. From here to the Southwest Dragon Pillar, there were at least ten thousand miles of land. If all the roads along the way were decorated like this, a rough calculation would take up at least twenty to thirty immortal cities. The number of immortal cities owned by each of the three major sects of the South Continent was about the same.
However, Zhongtai was different. After obtaining the wealth of Xuan Yue Sect, they had close to a hundred Celestial Cities in their hands. Although they had to pay a lot, it wasn't a huge blow. It could be said that they were very powerful. Thinking about this, everyone felt their hearts tremble.
The elder looked at it and frowned. After thinking for a while, he flew towards a jade plate in the sky that was a few miles wide.
This plate was called the 'Four Seas Jade Plate'. There were mountains and water on the plate, forming a beautiful and blessed land. The sect master, He Yizhu, was lying on a green peak. He looked to be around forty years old. He wore a deep robe and a wide belt, and his sleeves were spread out like wings. His entire person was restrained, and his essence was restrained. He looked ordinary. Other than the clothes on his body, he didn't look like a cultivator.
After the elder arrived, he explained the situation below and cupped his hands. "Sect Master, Zhongtai has clearly set up such a formation for us to see. It's not without the intention of showing off."
When He Yizhu heard the report, he smiled and said, "The formation is indeed not small. If they do this, won't they have to send out thousands of disciples? Is there no one left in Zhongtai Sect? "
He changed his mind and waved his hand to call a disciple over. He said, "Go and find out where those people came from."
The disciple took the order and left. Not long after, he turned back and said, "Sect Master, I have already asked. Most of the people below were originally from Xuan Yue Sect. This welcoming and sending off is mostly done by them."
He Yizhu smiled and said to the dozen disciples on both sides, "When I came here, I have said that these two sects have been at odds for thousands of years. Although they are now one, how can the hatred that has accumulated for thousands of years be eliminated so easily? Now Zhongtai Sect seems to be strong, but it's actually filled with hidden problems. It's like a thousand-year-old tree that looks thick and strong, but it's actually big and empty. There's nothing to be afraid of. "
The disciples all nodded in agreement.
The elder didn't say anything, but he understood that these words were just to boost the morale of his own sect.
In Dong Sheng Continent, if a sect had a Heavenly Abode Master, it would be able to stand tall. There were only two key factors to evaluate whether the sect was strong or not. One was the size of the celestial city, and the other was the techniques and supernatural powers.
The orthodoxy of Zhong Tai was passed down by the Great Master Dami. Even though the Great Master only served a boy by his side and did not inherit the teachings completely, it was still much better than the other sects. The only one in the continent that could compare to it was the Xiao Cang Jing.
Now that Zhongtai obtained Xuan Yue's techniques, who knew what it would become in a few hundred years?
The reason why the three sects wanted to get their hands on the dragon pillar wasn't entirely because of the hidden treasure below. It was because they heard that there was a personal letter from Grand Master Dami inside. If Zhongtai obtained it and created a Heavenly Abode Master, it would be able to maintain its prosperity for another two thousand years. If there were no accidents, it would definitely be able to suppress the three sects of the South Continent. Therefore, they tried to prevent it from succeeding.
At this moment, a disciple came up and cupped his fists, "Sect Master, there are about ten people approaching us from behind. They seem to be the cultivators from Qing Xuan Sect."
He Yizhu smiled, "Mao Daoren is here too?"
He patted lightly and the jade couch under him flew up. In the blink of an eye, he was outside. He looked up and saw that there was a group of people coming from more than ten miles away.
The person at the front was wearing an eight-beam crown, an elm robe, and a pair of green cloud shoes. His facial features were squeezed together, making him look funny. He was riding on a large sparrow with flower feathers. It was Mao Wuwei, the Sect Master of Qing Xuan Sect.
Behind him were the three sages of the sect, Zhenren Qing, Zhenren Shan Cheng, and Zhenren Chun Bai. Their clothes were full of stains as if they hadn't been washed for many years. They were all riding on a bald dove. Including the accompanying disciples, there were only about ten people. They all looked listless and extremely shabby. Compared to Ku Xin Sect, it was a tragic sight.
He Yizhu looked at this scene and couldn't help but laugh. He said from afar, "Sect Master Mao, I didn't want to meet you here. My place is spacious and can accommodate a few more people. It can also shelter me from the wind and rain. Why don't you come up and join us?"
There was a hint of ridicule in his words, but Mao Wuwei exclaimed and said, "Since He Zhangmen is so kind, Daoren will be thick-skinned for once."
Although he said so, he didn't look embarrassed at all. The three Zhenren behind him also gladly followed.
The cultivators of Qing Xuan Sect never cared about face and etiquette. They only cared about practical benefits. Since they could save their own energy, why not?
These people came up to the jade plate together. Mao Wuwei was the first to land. After he came down, the large sparrow flapped its wings and turned into a beautiful woman with red makeup. She seemed to be a little shy. She lowered her head and followed him step by step.
He Yizhu waved her sleeves and ordered the disciples to go and greet them.
After Mao Wuwei sat down, he saw a lot of delicacies and wine on the table. He didn't care about his status as the head of the sect. He grabbed a big goose covered in honey and took a big bite. After a few bites, he raised his head and stared at the disciples next to him. He said vaguely, "What are you waiting for? If you're fast, you'll get it. If you're slow, you won't get it. If you don't act now, it'll all benefit me, Daoren."
When the three Elders heard what he said, they fought to be the first to sit down. It was as if they were afraid that he would finish eating, so they started to wolf down the food. The disciples behind them also followed suit. The disciples of the Ku Xin Sect were all stunned.
He Yizhu said sarcastically, "Sect Master Mao, your Taoist robe is so fresh. Don't tell me you just changed?"
Mao Wuwei laughed and slapped the table. He said to the three elders behind him, Daoren, "How was it? How was it? I knew He Zhangmen would ask this question. Give me the money, give me the money. "
The three Zhenrens looked at each other speechlessly. They each took out a box of spiritual shells from their sleeves and obediently handed it to Mao Wuwei. However, when it was the Pure White Zhenren's turn, he looked very pained. He said with a sad face, "Senior Martial Brother, can you leave some for me to use as money for my coffin?"
Mao Wuwei sneered. He stretched out his hand and mercilessly snatched the box.
Then he wiped his mouth and said to He Yizhu proudly, "I'll let He Zhangmen know that Daoren's robe isn't new."
He took off his robe and opened it, revealing a thick layer of grease. He fanned himself a few times, and there was a fishy smell that made people cover their noses. He laughed and said, "How is it? It's just a change of inside and outside. It's still the same robe that you and I wore when we played chess thirty years ago. He Zhangmen didn't expect this, right? "
He Yizhu's expression was slightly stiff. At this moment, he secretly regretted that he knew Daoren's temperament, but he still invited him up. He really deserved it.
The people from the Qing Xuan Sect ate for a whole day and night. They ate until the table was filled with a mountain of food. Only then did they slow down.
Mao Wuwei rubbed his belly with satisfaction, which hadn't changed much. He glanced around and saw a disciple who was still eating. He went up to him and gave him a slap. He said resentfully, "Eat, eat, eat. With your cultivation, how much can you eat? This is just a cushion. There will be a big feast later. Don't eat too much. "
Only then did the disciple put down the plate reluctantly.
He Yizhu saw that they stopped and was finally relieved. He coughed and said, "It's already so late, why don't I see Sect Leader Chen? I wonder if Sect Leader Mao saw him when he came? "
Mao Wuwei burped and took a bamboo stick over. He picked his teeth and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't forget that Madam Zhao graduated from Fengxiang sword school. The two families are old friends. I'm afraid she has already arrived one step ahead of us."
He Yizhu's heart suddenly tightened when he heard this news. They said that they were going to attend the feast, but in fact, it was about the dragon pillar. If the three families advanced and retreated together, it would be fine. They could most likely force Zhongtai to give in. However, if they were roped in by one family, it would be bad.
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