It was common for Soul Formation cultivators to go into closed-door cultivation for at least a few decades to 400 to 500 years. Half a year's time was like taking a nap. In the blink of an eye, it was already the middle of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Yi Tian did not return to his cave abode during this time. Instead, he stayed in the steward's residence and dealt with all the matters at hand.
Now, he had delegated all the power to Zhou Buer, Meng Hua, and Tian Zhuangshi. They were in charge of the planting of the spirit plants. It was obvious that the delegation of power was done to take care of the three of them. Although the two newly promoted people were quite capable, they were still inexperienced in planting the Red Essence Ginseng.
They could only rely on time to make up for it. He had also made up his mind that after this century-old handover, he would adjust the areas where they belonged to and strive to let everyone have the opportunity to plant the Red Essence Ginseng.
Just as he was lost in his thoughts in the steward's residence, he suddenly sensed someone running in hurriedly with his Divine Thought. After three breaths, Tian Zhuangshi walked in and cupped his hands toward him. "Sir, the carriage is ready. When are we leaving?"
"No rush," Yi Tian replied casually. Then, he glanced around and smiled. Who said that farmers were all blockheads? Looking at Tian Zhuangshi today, he was different from usual. He used the Cleansing Spell on his entire body several times. His hair was tied up in a bun and he even wore a Daoist hat.
The Shangqing Daoism's uniform was similar to the Taiqing Pavilion's inner sect uniform. The only difference was the markings on the cuffs and collars. The Taiqing Pavilion's inner sect uniform was bright yellow with auspicious clouds as a symbol. Soul Formation cultivators had three. The Shangqing Daoism's uniform was pure white with the same symbol.
Today, when he stood next to Tian Zhuangshi, Tian Zhuangshi looked more like a sect disciple without the style of the sect uniform.
In fact, Yi Tian had not worn the sect uniform many times since he entered the Taiqing Pavilion. Moreover, he did not look like Tian Zhuangshi with ulterior motives.
After looking at him for a while, he asked, "To be honest, you look much more energetic today. However, if you want to accompany me in, it'll depend on your own ability."
Tian Zhuangshi raised his eyebrows and hurriedly asked, "How do you want to test me?"
Yi Tian probed, "You're only good at planting spiritual plants, so you know all the rare spiritual plants in the Spirit Realm by heart?"
Tian Zhuangshi puffed out his chest proudly, and replied, "My Lord, I can't say that I understand everything, but there's basically no one else that I can recognize."
"Alright, I'll give you a chance."
An hour later, the entrance to the Spirit Plant Garden was opened, and a Black Winged Horn carriage flew out. The coachman was Tian Zhuangshi, and Yi Tian sat leisurely in the carriage, carefully reading the invitation in his hand.
This time, Murong Feixue invited them to a place called the Drunken Immortal Pool. Yi Tian had no idea about it and it was too late for him to seek advice from his brother-in-law. Fortunately, Tian Zhuangshi's interest was piqued when he heard the name of the place. It was as if it was some amazing place.
Yi Tian didn't say much and let him drive the carriage straight ahead. The Black Winged Horn carriage whistled through the air for hundreds of miles. Not long later, it rushed towards the back mountain of the sect, but it still circled around the forbidden area of the back mountain.
Fifteen minutes later, the carriage gradually slowed down. Yi Tian looked out of the window and realized that he seemed to have arrived above a lake. This lake was about three to four hundred miles wide, and the carriage was now rushing towards the largest island in the center of the lake.
Tian Zhuangshi hurriedly pulled the reins and let the carriage slowly descend, finally stopping at the shore of a pier. At this moment, there were already many cultivators who came by boat. Flying in the air like this made him seem unusually unique.
The surrounding cultivators were all pointing at Tian Zhuangshi, as if they were disdainful of his actions. There were even some who saw a cultivator dressed like a wanderer of the pugilistic world walking out of the carriage, and their disdain grew even stronger.
This was also Yi Tian's first time here. He originally didn't want to be too ostentatious, but he didn't expect to successfully attract everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.
With a glance, he saw a small path that led straight into the depths of the secluded area. At the intersection, there were three female cultivators who looked like servant girls receiving them. Tian Zhuangshi saw this and privately transmitted his voice, "Sir has arrived. Show the invitation card to Fairy Chun Tao and you may enter."
Yi Tian didn't waste time. After Tian Zhuangshi settled the carriage down, he walked up with the others. After showing the invitation card, he prepared to enter. Suddenly, he heard Chun Tao's eloquent voice, "Senior, please wait. An invitation card can only allow one person to enter. Unrelated people cannot enter."
These words were clearly for him to hear, but the spearhead was directed at Tian Zhuangshi. However, if he were to admit defeat today, he would be criticized by others for being afraid of a mere Yuanying servant girl as a Deity Transformation cultivator.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he withdrew the invitation card and said, "Could it be that this is Fellow Daoist Murong's upbringing? If that's the case, I won't participate."
After saying this, he directly turned around and pretended to leave. In any case, Murong Feixue's Divine Sense should have already detected his arrival. Since her servant girl was making things difficult for him, he might as well give her some pressure.
As expected, Chun Tao hurriedly stepped forward and apologized, "Senior, please calm down. However, this servant is unable to disobey Young Mistress's orders. If Senior wants to bring people in, there is a way. "
"Speak."
Chun Tao pointed at the copper gong rack at the side and said, "Young Mistress said that as long as Senior can sound all the copper gongs on the rack, it will be fine." After saying this, she extended her hand and handed over a copper rod that was one foot long.
Yi Tian received it and weighed it in his hand. After that, he slowly walked forward and lightly swept past the rack without leaving a trace.
There were seven copper gongs of various sizes placed on top of the rack. After his gaze swept past them, he extended his right hand and raised the copper rod. His figure flashed past and wherever he went, the copper rod would lightly strike the surface of the copper gongs. Soon after, a low and high sound would be emitted.
The intensity of the sound was different, but when combined together, it became an abnormally deep sound. It was mixed with his own Spiritual Pressure and turned into seven sound waves that merged into one and scattered in all directions.
The sound waves quickly spread out in front of the naked eye. Those with weaker cultivations were directly shaken by the sound of the gongs to the point that their legs trembled and they fell to the ground.
Chun Tao was standing the closest and was naturally the first to be affected. Fortunately, her cultivation was slightly higher than the average person. After three breaths of time, her legs trembled and she fell to the ground.
A spiritual light flashed past and supported Chun Tao. Soon after, the person said, "My servant's eyes are limited. She has offended Junior Martial Brother Yi. Please forgive her for my sake."
The person who came was wearing a palace robe and had light makeup on her face. Her hair was tied up in a bun with a pearl hairpin inserted into it. It was the person he had seen at the Inheritance Temple. Yi Tian knew that it was the master of the temple, so he naturally couldn't pursue the matter any further. He smiled and cupped his hands, "So it was Senior Martial Sister Murong who personally came. Junior Martial Brother greets you. These small matters are not difficult. Chun Tao, please don't blame me for being too hasty. "
Beiming Feixue indifferently replied, "Junior Martial Brother Yi is worrying too much. Many sect members have already arrived. Please come in."
"I wouldn't dare. Senior Martial Sister, please go ahead." Yi Tian replied. He could play tricks in front of these servants, but in front of the master of the temple, he still had to give face. After all, he had come today to ask for a favor. It was not worthwhile to offend the master of the temple over such a small matter.
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