The next afternoon, the ship docked at the pier of East Arrival City within the borders of the Celestial Nation.
The pier was bustling with activity, and the salty smell of sea cargo filled the air.
Madame Ji's uncle had already sent a carriage to the pier to welcome them. After the two parties met, he specially left an empty carriage for Miao Yi to ride.
As soon as they set off from the pier, someone quickly rode off to inform Madame Ji's uncle.
The carriages were still halfway through their journey, and had yet to reach East Arrival City. Sitting in the carriage, Miao Yi lifted the curtains and looked outside. His ears twitched as he heard the sound of galloping hooves louder than the usual. He wasn't unfamiliar with this sound; it seemed to be the sound of cultivators riding dragon steeds.
He didn't guess wrong. He could already hear the steward's excited voice, "Madame, Lord Uncle has come personally."
Miao Yi stretched his head out the window and saw a cloud of dust in front of him. Two dragon steeds were galloping madly towards them.
Before the carriages could stop, the two dragon steeds had already arrived at lightning speed. They abruptly raised their hooves and forcefully stopped their momentum. A middle-aged cultivator sat steadily on the dragon steed with two swords strapped to his back. His gaze swept across the carriages, causing the servants in the carriage to tremble in fear.
Behind the middle-aged cultivator was a white-haired cultivator wielding a long saber. He didn't look young, but from the situation, he seemed to be the middle-aged cultivator's subordinate.
Miao Yi guessed that the middle-aged cultivator was Madame Ji's uncle. Otherwise, it wouldn't be the one behind him who had brought his superiors to welcome his niece.
Miao Yi's gaze fell on the mighty dragon steeds the two were riding, feeling a little envious.
Dragon steeds were the most common spiritual beasts for cultivators to ride. They looked similar to ordinary horses, but their bodies were half the size. They were also known as dragon steeds. Legend had it that they were the descendants of dragons and pegasi. It was said that dragon steeds with pure blood could evolve into true dragons if given the chance.
Aside from being half the size of ordinary horses, their skin was thick and tough. The important parts of their head, torso, and limbs were naturally protected by tough armor, as if they were wearing armor. Ordinary blades and swords wouldn't be able to harm them in the slightest. Their resistance to gravity, impact, and jumping ability were all extremely shocking.
Their tails were like those of a snake, glossy and hairless, with sharp serrated teeth. They were omnivores.
The mane on the back of its neck had two curled fleshy feelers that could extend and contract. After connecting with the body of the cultivator who rode it, the two sides could carry out a certain level of silent communication. The cultivator could ride it without controlling the reins. It was the most commonly ridden spiritual beast by cultivators.
Dragon steeds were extremely strong. They could travel mountains and rivers as if they were on flat ground. They could run at an extremely fast speed without stopping, and could run for thousands of miles in a day. It was almost impossible for an ordinary person to use the reins and brute force to control the Dragon Horse.
The dragon steed, which was as big as a clay pot, stomped on the ground with its hooves. Its imposing manner was astonishing, and the ferocious aura it emitted caused the horses in the caravan to keep quiet out of fear. They obediently lowered their heads, not daring to approach.
Compared to the cultivator riding on a dragon steed, the cultivator sitting on a horse was a cut shorter. Naturally, this was because the dragon steed was much larger in size.
The members of the caravan quickly got off the carriage and saluted. Madam Ji's accompanying housekeeper was originally sent by that uncle. At this moment, he lifted the curtain and helped Madam Ji, who was carrying a child, down the carriage.
"Lord Uncle, this is your niece, and this is Lord Uncle!" The housekeeper supported Ji Furen and introduced them to each other.
"Xiufang greets Uncle." Madam Ji bowed with the child in her arms.
Uncle dismounted from his dragon steed and personally helped Madam Ji up. He nodded vigorously, his eyes a little red as he said, "Alike. Alike. You look like Sister. It's my fault. I should have sent someone to look for you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have …"
"Uncle …" Madam Ji choked with sobs. Her shoulders trembled as she wiped away her tears. She must have remembered the misfortune of her family.
Uncle caressed the sleeping child in Madam Ji's arms and comforted her, "Don't cry. We can talk when we get back." He gestured for the steward to help him into the carriage.
He turned around and climbed back onto his dragon steed. He stared at Miao Yi, who had poked his head out to look.
His dragon steed, who was mentally connected, immediately walked to the side of the carriage. Uncle looked down and asked, "Are you a friend who saved my niece on the ship?"
Miao Yi got out of the carriage and stood on the shaft. "It was nothing!"
"I am Chen Fei. May I know my friend's name?" As Madam Ji's uncle spoke, the silhouette of a three-petaled white lotus lit up between his brows. He took the initiative to reveal his White Lotus Third Grade cultivation. This meant that he had no ill intentions and was taking the initiative to befriend him.
"Miao Yi!" Miao Yi invoked his arts. The silhouette of a one-petaled white lotus appeared between his brows, communicating their identities.
Chen Fei nodded and said, "It's inconvenient to speak here. I'll thank you when we get back to the city!"
The dragon steed turned around and carried Chen Fei as it galloped away. He had heard that his niece had encountered pirates at sea, so he specially came over to take a look. Now that he saw that his niece was fine, he felt at ease and returned. Otherwise, it would be too conspicuous for a cultivator to ride a dragon steed and escort a convoy.
The white-haired cultivator followed closely behind him and left …
The convoy entered East Arrival City. A mansion and servants were already waiting for them.
After the carriage rested, they did not neglect Miao Yi. The maids and servants obeyed his orders and arranged a good courtyard for him.
He bathed in fragrant soup and was served by pretty maids. Miao Yi was not used to this kind of treatment, because he had never enjoyed it before.
After nightfall, the table was filled with delicacies. Madam Ji's uncle, Chen Fei, also appeared once again. He cupped his fists and said, "Brother Miao, please forgive me for not being a good host."
"You're welcome." Miao Yi also cupped his fists.
Chen Fei appeared to be very cordial. He sat hand in hand with Miao Yi. There was no one else accompanying them. Most people would not sit and eat with two cultivators.
It was inevitable to thank Miao Yi again for saving his niece. After that, Chen Fei lamented about how unfilial he had been when he left home at such a young age.
After chatting about family matters and dispelling the unfamiliarity and estrangement between them, Chen Fei asked as he poured wine for Miao Yi, "May I know under which Overlord does Brother Miao serve?"
"..." Miao Yi was stunned. He truly did not understand.
Chen Fei looked at him and was also startled. Then, he suddenly understood. He smiled and apologized for his mistake, personally explaining.
There were six people with the highest cultivation in the cultivation world. They were collectively known as the Six Sages of Heaven and Earth, and the Celestial Nation was the territory of the Celestial Sage Mu Fanjun.
In order to facilitate the collection of power of will, and to facilitate the management of the billions of believers within the territory, there would be twelve cultivators with profound transcendence energy. They were respectively the Twelve Overlords of Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Wu, and Hai. These twelve Overlords must be appointed by the Celestial Sage Mu Fanjun.
Each Overlord governed ten palaces, each palace governed ten halls, each hall governed ten manors, each manor governed ten mountains, and each mountain governed ten caves.
The 'cave' was the lowest level unit. Under normal circumstances, a Cave Master could govern at least a hundred thousand believers. It would naturally be better if they had the ability to increase the number of believers.
For example, the city where Miao Yi's hometown was located had a population of a hundred thousand. In the mountains far away from the city, there was an immortal's cave guarding it.
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