Journey to the Dragon Palace, Li Yang Begins Healing

"Didn't expect the Monster Quelling Assembly to come this early. It seems Li Yang just doesn't have the fortune for it."

Jiu Wu came to notify Li Changshou of the change in the Monster Quelling Assembly's schedule. Taking in Li Yang's unstable aura, he could only shake his head in the end.

Compared to the sect's face, a disciple's future was far more important.

Li Changshou poured Jiu Wu a cup of wine.

"It's my junior brother's shallow fortune. But it's not set in stone—after all, he gained insight from watching my master's tribulation. Who's to say he can't enter the Returning Dao Realm by thirty?

Martial Uncle, has Immortal Crossing Sect ever seen a thirty-year-old Returning Dao?"

Jiu Wu downed a cup of wine and sighed.

"Don't talk about thirty years—even stepping into the Returning Dao Realm within a hundred and fifty years would make someone a peerless genius. That kid Li Yang is destined for Golden Immortal!"

Jiu Wu was deeply moved. Lesser Qiong Peak's constant emergence of geniuses was truly astonishing.

For this reason, he had even carefully examined the feng shui of Lesser Qiong Peak and the entire Immortal Crossing Sect. By all logic, such remarkable people shouldn't appear here.

Yet here they were, and more than one.

Jiu Wu gave Li Changshou a long look, then glanced at Lan Ling'e, who was obediently standing nearby.

Not to mention Li Changshou's steady accumulation and sudden burst of talent, even Lan Ling'e, though still at the Spirit Transmutation stage, was likely not far from the Void Refining Stage.

In the future, she might well become another genius who breaks through to Void Refining and achieves Returning Dao before a hundred and fifty.

And as for Li Changshou himself, judging by his aura, he was only two steps away from Returning Dao.

The younger generation was truly formidable.

For a moment, Jiu Wu felt as though he had grown old.

After a few cups of wine, Jiu Wu prepared to leave.

"This trip to the East Sea Dragon Palace is mainly for showing off geniuses, so I won't be going. On the road, you can talk more with Jiu Wu. As for my master, I've already spoken with him, and even the vice sect leader knows. So don't be afraid of anything."

Since the purpose was to flaunt disciples and display martial strength, the evaluation naturally had two aspects.

First, the younger generation of disciples from various immortal sects—those under a hundred and fifty years old.

Second, the already-ascended genius disciples. Fairy Jiujiu belonged to this category.

At over eight hundred years old with True Immortal cultivation, she too was a genius.

Thus, in many sect activities, disciples below the immortal realm were frequently rotated, but Fairy Jiujiu was an exception. Unless she happened to be in seclusion, she had been dragged to every event from her Origin Immortal days all the way to now.

Over these centuries, many sects might not recognize Immortal Crossing Sect's sect leader, but they absolutely knew Fairy Jiujiu and Venerable Wangqing, who had raised such a genius disciple.

One could say Fairy Jiujiu and Venerable Wangqing were the face of Immortal Crossing Sect.

So this time, aside from the Heavenly Immortal Realm elders, there were only a dozen or so True Immortals within a thousand years of age, and Fairy Jiujiu was among them.

This was Jiu Wu's earnest care—he also wanted to look after Junior Brother Qi Yuan's disciples.

"Disciple thanks you, Martial Uncle."

Li Changshou naturally understood this and felt deep gratitude toward Jiu Wu, completely unaware that Jiu Wu had just thrown him into a pit.

Finally, Jiu Wu glanced at Li Yang, still in seclusion, let out a deep sigh, and vanished.

If that genius were brought out, it would surely drop everyone's jaws.

What a shame!

Time flew, and the day to depart for the East Sea Dragon Palace arrived.

That day, in the Hall of Hundred Affairs, there were twenty-seven disciples and sect members in total—eleven at the Void Refining Stage and sixteen at the True Immortal Stage.

After Elder Ge finished his speech, Li Changshou was directly pushed onto the platform and appointed as the leader of the younger disciples. Li Changshou's mind went numb.

For his junior brother's sake, the cultivation level he had shown Jiu Wu was recorded in the books. To put it plainly, it was above average among the disciples.

But making him the leader naturally invited scrutiny, and some were even dissatisfied.

Because...

Hardly anyone knew him. The only one who did was Youqin Xuanya.

In the end, the steady Li Changshou argued his case and got the team split into two leaders.

As for why he did this, it was mainly because he planned to break away from the group.

He had his own tribulation to face, and he needed to find some heavenly treasures for his junior brother's injuries. Making him the leader would be a waste of his energy.

Soon, under Venerable Wangqing's guidance, the group rode clouds toward the East Sea Coast.

At the same time, Li Yang came to his senses from his healing.

"They've left?

I've already passed a whole year?"

Li Yang looked at his panel. He had only gained a little over six hundred years of age. How had they already set off?

"Could it be... my injuries are mostly healed?"

Li Yang felt his aching body. No, the injuries weren't healed at all.

Counting on his fingers and flipping through the deeper memories, Li Yang smiled bitterly and gently massaged his nearly bursting head.

'It seems I'm still being influenced.'

"Hmph!"

Li Yang let out another muffled groan, then spat out a mouthful of Immortal Blood.

Collecting it into a bottle and setting it aside, Li Yang found solace in misery.

"Just spitting out Immortal Blood these days has filled over a hundred bottles. If I used it to refine Three-Revolutions Golden Cores, it'd be enough for over a thousand pills. Looks like I've struck it rich too."

Li Yang gently moved his body, carefully comparing it to the initial situation—the pain had clearly eased.

Even several wounds deep enough to show bone had healed considerably. Though they still split open from time to time, it was far better than at the start.

"Thunder!

Destruction!

Life!

Interesting powers."

These days, thanks to the boost from the Dao Wound, his seven-hundred-plus years of age had brought him a tremendous increase in comprehension.

Although he had yet to grasp the Dao itself, he had still gleaned some insights into thunder and destruction from the wounds.

In the future, these insights might truly transform into his Dao.

Of course, compared to those two, because of his constant healing, the endless vitality of his immortal body had brought him even more understanding.

He even felt that the power of life might be the Dao he would comprehend the fastest.

"My path is the right one."

Li Yang firmly believed in his path—it was his hope.

The road ahead was bright.

Then he looked at the Scripture of Non-Action outside the thatched hut.

"I'll wait a few more days. I can't just grab it the moment Senior Brother leaves. Better to play it safe."

Eighteen days later, Li Yang looked at the Work-Life Balance entry—his rest time had reached one hundred and fifty days—and promptly retrieved the Scripture of Non-Action.

After a brief reading, Li Yang immediately cleared his rest time, converting it into fifteen days of enlightenment cultivation.

In an instant, vast insights surged within his heart: the scene of his Master crossing the tribulation, his own tribulation, the moment the Purple Firmament Divine Thunder descended, the damage and repair of the Cavern Heaven, the adjustment of the Circulating Star Dou, and all the realizations from his sixty-nine days of healing, combined with the Scripture of Non-Action and many other classics.

Countless pieces of knowledge and wisdom clashed within his mind, becoming nourishment for his progress.

Stars, thunder, destruction, life, water, evolution, destruction, space—all of them sought to transform into his Dao.

What Li Yang didn't know was that not long ago, the moment he opened the Cavern Heaven to retrieve the Scripture of Non-Action, the Taiji Diagram, which had been spinning all along, instantly found its answer.

"Grand Master, I've found him!"