Withered Wood Dragon Chant True Qi

Chixinzi turned around. The moment he raised his head, he saw a wash of white light descending. Beneath the moonlight, four dwarf boys appeared in the night sky, carrying a golden-topped gauze canopy.

At the same time, blossoms drifted and whirled down from the sky, scattering like flowers cast by heavenly maidens. A strange floral fragrance also wafted through the void, like the pure breath left behind after incense had burned.

"This scent can calm the mind and steady the soul. It seems this golden-canopied palanquin was refined from some rare fragrant wood from overseas. Could this be the legendary Eight Directions Carefree Canopy?"

The golden canopy was immense, with lotus-root gauze hanging from all four sides. Its magnificent gold-thread-woven roof was shaped like an octagonal structure with upturned eaves, and its interior decorations were equally lavish. This was the Fragrance Sect's famed Eight Directions Carefree Canopy.

The four dwarf-like boys were all experts of the sect. Otherwise, they could never have borne this golden-topped gauze canopy so effortlessly while leaping through the air and treading upon the void.

Moreover, before and behind the golden canopy stood four white-clad attendants, each holding pheasant-tail fans and vermilion-lacquer ceremonial fans. The display was exceedingly imposing.

"So it really is Shi Wanhai. Rumor has it that this man is extravagance itself. Whenever he goes out, no matter where he is headed, he rides in a palanquin and has all manner of attendants waiting on him. Rather than a cultivator, he seems more like someone who wants to be an emperor!"

Chixinzi raised his head and saw a qilin poised atop the ornate crown of the golden-topped gauze canopy, its mouth open in a beastly roar. As for the center of this Eight Directions Carefree Canopy, there lay a "ball of flesh."

Calling it