Chapter 388 Rules of Five Immortals Mountain.
whoosh--
Five streaks of Streak of Light fell hastily from the sky.
The brilliance faded.
Five somewhat ethereal figures appeared.
These were the five True Person who had returned defeated from Chang'an.
Damn it!
"Damn it!!!"
As soon as he landed, the Red Toad True Person let out a shrill roar.
The others also looked extremely grim.
Although it is said that once one reaches the realm of the Tower-Ascending Realm, the Primordial Spirit is the foundation, while the physical body is merely like clothing, which can be discarded at will.
But even clothes... are divided into different grades.
This is an innate constitution I was born with, accompanying me as I rose from an ordinary mortal, step by step, through the String-Hearing Realm, Lotus-Planting, Lamp-Lighting...
It's like clothes that have been worn for a long time; even if they're a bit worn, every fold fits your heart perfectly.
now.
My clothes were stripped off and torn to shreds.
Even if the physical body is reconstructed in the future.
It's a completely different feeling!
"I swear I will not become an immortal if I do not avenge this grudge!"
In the center of the main hall.
True Person Yellow Centipede's face was ashen, and he remained silent.
He sat in the head seat, coldly watching the four people below who had gone mad.
His Primordial Spirit suffered the most severe damage.
The pain of those punches to his face still lingers in his mind, causing a dull ache in his brow bone whenever he thinks about it.
But compared to the damage to the physical body, compared to that crazy girl's domineering nature...
What left him speechless was the group of so-called fellow Daoists before him.
True Person Yellow Centipede narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the four people one by one.
Those old dogs.
When they had the upper hand, they were all shouting and clamoring more enthusiastically than anyone else.
But once a sense of defeat sets in...
They all ran faster than rabbits!
He left himself there to be beaten.
Now that we've escaped, we're safe.
They're putting on that same act again, shouting that they'll never give up.
What is this?!
Good buddy when things are going well, but what the hell when things are going badly?
"Oh."
True Person Yellow Centipede sneered inwardly.
It's true that the higher one's level of understanding, the less daring one becomes.
Cultivating the Tao, cultivating the Tao.
In the end, all the fighting spirit and drive were gone.
The great path in this world is, in essence, a narrow bridge.
If you don't fight for it, someone else will.
If you don't kill someone, someone will kill you.
He coveted the fortune of being the reincarnation of Emperor Taizu of Tang, yet he was also reluctant to give up his cultivation and life.
There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
Thinking of this...
True Person Yellow Centipede grew increasingly agitated, and deep in his eyes, an impulse to devour all four of them surged within him.
If we were to devour these four Primordial Spirit...
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he forcibly suppressed it.
no.
Not at least not now.
These old dogs may be useless, but they've at least been in the Tower-Ascending Realm for a long time.
Keeping them as cannon fodder is fine too.
True Person Yellow Centipede took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze turning cold and resolute.
That's enough.
A low shout drowned out the noise in the hall.
The four of them paused, turning their heads to look at each other.
True Person Yellow Centipede's expression was indifferent, his voice hoarse. "Are you wailing?"
"We were careless this time and were caught off guard."
"Next time..."
"Hmph, I'll make sure they know the true strength of my Five Immortals Mountain."
That's all.
He stopped talking nonsense and suddenly flicked his sleeve.
"Pass down the order."
"Summon all disciples from the Five Lineages and return to the mountain immediately."
"In half a month, we will surely trample down the Imperial City of Chang'an!!!"
The sky stretches for thousands of miles.
Once you leave the territory of the Great Tang Dynasty, the scenery changes drastically.
Gone are the fertile fields crisscrossed by paths, and the villages with their rising smoke are nowhere to be seen.
Instead, it was vast stretches of rolling, barren mountains and turbid, surging rivers.
Describe it in one word.
It was a desolate and barren place.
This is what is known as Outer Lands.
Without the official roads and post stations as reference points, it's extremely easy to get lost in this vast sea of clouds.
"It's veering off course."
Wang Ziyu stretched out his hand and said, "Go that way, we have to go around that Great Marsh ahead."
Jiang Yuechu did not say much.
He slightly bent his body and adjusted his direction as instructed.
Throughout the journey, this old fellow has been quite dutiful and responsible.
Whenever it deviates from the course, or is about to enter a dangerous and perilous place, it will promptly warn you.
It saved me a lot of trouble.
About two more hours passed.
As the sun began to set, it dyed the clouds across the sky blood red.
Wang Ziyu suddenly stopped, a serious expression appearing on his face.
"Arrive."
Jiang Yuechu stopped, picked up the Old Flood Dragon whose eyes were rolling back in its head from the strong wind, and looked up.
All that could be seen ahead were mountains surrounding the area.
There is a majestic mountain that rises abruptly from the ground and pierces the clouds.
At the mountaintop, clouds and mist shrouded the view, obscuring everything.
Only a few unidentified birds of prey circled among them.
"Is this the place where the Twelve-Colored Cloud Silver are hidden?"
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes, just about to get up.
"Wait a minute."
Wang Ziyu suddenly moved and blocked her way.
He stood with his hands behind his back, cleared his throat, and gave the girl a knowing glance.
"This is your first time traveling so far from home. The world outside is quite different from your small territory in the Great Tang."
"There are some rules I need to remind you of, lest your recklessness ruin important matters."
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't rush to refute.
"Explain."
Wang Ziyu held up one finger.
First, don't ask about their background.
"When you travel in this world and encounter other cultivators, remember not to inquire about their lineage or background."
"In the mountains, don't ask how deep the water is; in the rivers and lakes, don't ask about a person's origins."
Asking too many questions will only create enmity.
Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly.
Wang Ziyu then raised his second finger.
"Don't easily reveal your origins."
Wang Ziyu glanced at her meaningfully. "Especially someone like you from a mortal country... If someone sets their sights on you, you'll be fine... but the Great Tang behind you can't afford to be messed with."
Jiang Yuechu remained expressionless.
Is there anything else?
"Have."
Wang Ziyu raised his third finger, his expression becoming extremely serious.
"Thirdly, and most importantly."
"If trouble arises, try to avoid taking action if possible; if you really must take action..."
"Then we must nip it in the bud and eliminate it completely."
"Don't learn or talk about anything; be forgiving when you can."
I'll state these three rules in one go.
Wang Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the girl with a smug expression, waiting for her to show a look of understanding.
However.
Jiang Yuechu simply withdrew her gaze.
She carried the Old Flood Dragon and took a step forward.
"Okay, okay, stop nagging."
"..."
Wang Ziyu's lips twitched.
So all my earnest advice was in vain?
He shook his head helplessly, watching the black-clad figure rush out, and muttered something under his breath.
"Tch... You'll learn your lesson once you've suffered enough..."
Despite the complaints, they didn't stop walking.
It transformed into a streak of Streak of Light and followed closely behind.