The inner workings of Xuanmen's sacred lands were much alike.
Whether it was Penglai, Qinghua, and Tianhe of the Shanhe Daoist Sect, or the Qiankun Sect, Kongdong Sect, and Huayun Sect of Jiuzhou World, all followed the tradition of selecting True Disciples once every hundred years, choosing the finest once every thousand, and raising a new generation every three thousand years.
The Chixiao Dao Sect was also a sacred land of Xuanmen and an ally of the Shanhe Daoist Sect. It maintained the same tradition.
And those chosen as Chixiao's finest each millennium were the Chixiao Seven Sons.
Lingyan now saw what the Chixiao Seven Sons could do. Though they were merely demonstrating techniques and discussing the Dao, their profoundly mysterious Divine Abilities and Daoist arts were proof enough that the seven ranked among the foremost Cave Profound and Void Refinement cultivators in all the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.
All seven of the Chixiao Seven Sons were at Cave Profound.
Watching Xuyuanzi, Zhaoxingzi, Zhenleizi, and Zhu Yuzi discuss their arts, Lingyan gained insights of his own.
Then a languid voice rang out. "Fish-dragons or fire-phoenixes, Thunder Arts or heavenly secrets—what do I care?"
"My cultivation lies in heaven and earth, my Dao Heart in nature. I nurture spirit pills into wondrous medicines and refine precious treasures into true gold."
"Rather than battle and debate the Dao, I'd sooner tend flowers and grass and live free and easy."
"Hahahaha!"
Lingyan looked up. The speaker's hair hung loose, and his hemp robe fell open at the chest. Reclining on a bamboo mat, he drank and made merry without a care in the world.
The welcoming True Lord did not need to say a word. Lingyan recognized the carefree Daoist: Yanhuäzi.
Amid the laughter and drinking, Yanhuäzi suddenly raised a hand and sang,