A New Chapter Begins After a Century, the Greatest Gathering of the Age Is at Hand

Bang Bang!!

After Chu Tianshu finished carving the stone tablet in front of him, he patted it twice, and stone chips fell down in a flurry.

A few pebbles bounced off the edge of the small pavilion in the middle of the lake and fell into the water.

The fish in the lake, thinking they had food, quietly swam over, touched it a couple of times, and then, finding no smell of food, avoided it again.

"Come, come, look at how well I've carved it!"

Chu Tianshu called out, and the group of people who were drinking tea, wine, eating snacks, and practicing martial arts in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake all gathered around.

"Excellent! Exquisite craftsmanship, unparalleled skill! In my opinion, the content on this stone tablet is exactly the same as the original stone slab, and even more vivid!"

Grand Matriarch Gao, holding her wine bowl, launched into a tirade of praise without a second thought.

Daoist Y insha, wanting to maintain some composure in front of his disciple, stroked his beard and examined the object for a moment before nodding and saying, "Indeed, it is identical to the one on the stone slab."

Lu Yuande stroked his beard and nodded in agreement.

The master and disciple from the Purple Mansion Sect moved with remarkably synchronized rhythm.

Xiao Liang was more straightforward.

"Why are you carving this? I don't think just memorizing it and carving it on the stone tablet a few times will help you understand the content."

This information all comes from those stone tablets belonging to the Tongxuan Sect.

The stone slab itself is not particularly special in terms of material; it is simply less prone to weathering, similar in material to the stone slab used to record the Penglai General Principles.

Chu Tianshu found records about the legends of Immortal at the Tongxuan Sect.

Knowing that these stone slabs might have come from those fellow villagers who clung to their Grotto-Heaven, only to have them swept away along with the Grotto-Heaven of Wind of Dao Dissolution.

However, he would prefer to take the "Great Void Heavenly Eye" back to his hometown.

Once the Fortune Bar is full, I wonder if the extra accumulation will be enough to carry more solid scriptures.

Therefore, he planned to memorize it by rote first, regardless of whether he understood it or not, as long as he could make a perfect imitation.

Within the Tongxuan Sect, he had already memorized the partially deciphered scriptures and blueprints regarding the weapon-refining content on these stone slabs.

Unfortunately, how to transform weapon crafting into cultivation is something Zhang Tongxuan himself has only come to understand after many years of experience.

Only a small portion of the techniques were recorded by Zhang Tongxuan in writing for his disciples, such as how to use a small amount of Attaining the Dao True Qi to cause gaseous transformations in Heavenly Ding and Heavenly Jia, automatically turning them into liquid.

How exactly did he cultivate the "Great Void Heavenly Eye," a treasure not found on the stone slab? How did he allow the Great Void Heavenly Eye to roam freely within his physical body...?

He didn't know whether he was unwilling to write most of this content or unable to describe it accurately; in any case, he couldn't find the manuscript.

You don't understand.

Chu Tianshu said to Xiao Liang, "Just seeing with your eyes and memorizing it is only as good as having your brain remember it."

"By personally carving it several times, it's as if all my muscles, bones, and blood have been memorized several times as well."

Xiao Liang laughed and said, "Alright, you always have a point. I'll go check on Old Huang."

Chu Tianshu glanced at the sky outside.

"It's almost lunchtime. I'll go see what dishes those people are preparing today."

The eight Attaining the Dao beings who were rescued were all carefully selected by Zhang Tongxuan. None of them had ever practiced Demonic Dao on their own, and all of them were of sound mind.

Even Chen Wenxin of the Chen Clan was among the most renowned of the prominent families. Back then, he not only encouraged scholars from humble backgrounds to pursue their careers, but also had a set of policies to support the common people, various industries, and soldiers.

Zhang Tongxuan wanted something that contrasted sharply with the Daoben, so that it would be suitable for use.

Unfortunately, Chen Wenxin's third son indulged in empty talk and pleasure, drinking and composing poetry, and lingering in romantic affairs. Moreover, this third son had little affection for his many Sunzi, but these things need not be mentioned further.

Because Chen Zhuangzhi not only killed his own brothers and father, but also his second and eldest uncles. His clansmen were either lackeys, Human Furnace, or corpses under his control.

Therefore, Chen Wenxin returned to the Chen Clan first.

However, the Yellow Mountain Ancestor was not in a hurry to return to Yellow Mountain. Instead, he came to this manor with four enlightened Attaining the Dao to recuperate.

Chu Tianshu and Xiao Liang went to the East Courtyard and saw the Yellow Mountain Ancestor writing with a brush.

A large calligraphy brush, as tall as itself, is dipped directly into water and used to write on the dry stone brick floor.

When a person leaves, so does their pen; it's said to be using a pen, but it's also using a gun, and even more so, it's a way to heal wounds.

Of the four hermit elders, only one was here, squatting on the railing of the corridor, holding a calligraphy scroll in his hands. He looked at the scroll for a while, then at the handwriting in the courtyard, nodding frequently.

"Years ago, there was a mountain monk practicing calligraphy, but he couldn't quite get the hang of it. I stayed at his small temple for a few days, caught two snakes, and threw them in front of him, making him watch the two snakes fight."

The old man admiring the calligraphy copybook exclaimed, "He accumulated knowledge and experience over time, finally grasping the beauty of strength and power. His calligraphy suddenly became clear, and his style instantly developed its own unique flair."

"Although I can give him pointers, I may not be as skilled as him in calligraphy. But seeing Brother Yellow Mountain's calligraphy today, I can say that he far surpasses that monk."

As Chu Tianshu looked at the calligraphy in the courtyard, a sense of vigorous beauty welled up in his heart.

Its strokes are like arrayed formations amidst clouds, its movements like a powerful crossbow snapping, its dots like stones falling from a high peak, and its straight lines like ancient, withered vines.

The left-falling stroke is like a foot moving swiftly, the right-falling stroke is like a crashing wave, and the side hook is like a crossbow releasing its full force...

Such a big pen, such big characters.

Once you can write well, it's easiest to showcase the magnificent aspect of calligraphy.

The Yellow Mountain Ancestor wrote Sima Xiangru's "Rhapsody on the Shanglin Park" (Rhapsody on the Shanglin Park), and given the size of this courtyard, it's only enough to copy a small section of it.

The poem begins with "The Dan River flows to the south, and the Ziyuan River flows to the north," and ends with "The eight rivers flow in opposite directions, each with its own unique character."

Although the pen stopped, Chu Tianshu could feel the energy flowing through the eight meridians of the Yellow Mountain Ancestor's body, each with a different momentum.

The rise and fall of the Qimen Eight Meridians, their narrowing and expanding, can be roughly perceived by outsiders, but they can still imagine that there must be meticulous details involved.

Chu Tianshu's heart stirred; this was somewhat similar to the internal energy technique he had comprehended, "One Qi Flow Spreads Across Tianshan."

Even now, when he practices the "Mountain Hermit's Sun-Boiling True Scripture," he still uses this technique, but he relies on mental regulation and control.

If you find an article with a suitable artistic conception and use your Falai guide the flow, it will be more natural and effortless.

After Yellow Mountain Ancestor regulated his breathing, he turned his gaze slightly and first bowed to Chu Tianshu.

Upon seeing this, the elderly man, who had been engrossed in calligraphy, was also startled out of his reverie and rose to bow.

"Greetings, True Person Chu."

The old man with the calligraphy scroll said hurriedly, "The True Person himself has come, but the dishes those three old geezers said they were going to prepare for the True Person haven't arrived yet. I'll go and urge them right now!"

He turned and left, his steps quick.

These people, having been saved by Chu Tianshu, were eager to repay his kindness.

While it might be acceptable for others, these four reclusive old men had no family fortune.

Whether they lived in seclusion or roamed the world, their greatest strength lay in offering guidance to those they found pleasing, based on their rich experience and profound understanding.

However, given Chu Tianshu's cultivation level, there was no room for them to offer guidance.

For every sentence they uttered, Chu Tianshu could launch into three.

In the end, they actually gained more.

Chu Tianshu found these old men quite inspiring, especially since they had been imprisoned in the Tongxuan Sect for so many years and had a unique perspective on the Tongxuan Sect's teachings.

However, they racked their brains trying to find another way to reward him, and inadvertently discovered that Chu Tianshu had a great love for food.

Three out of the four were people who loved to eat and knew how to enjoy food.

The various dishes she's made these past few days have really whetted Chu Tianshu's appetite.

Every day, as he watched the time approach noon, he couldn't resist taking a few strolls over here.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Xiao Liang was quite pleased to see this.

Yellow Mountain Ancestor stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "True Person Chu, besides the delicacies made from the ingredients in the manor today, perhaps we can also try the banquet outside."

Chu Tianshu asked curiously, "Which one?"

"Ha, there's no need for True Person Chu to go out; someone will bring it to you."

The Yellow Mountain Ancestor said, "Today is an auspicious day."

"Old Huang, that's your only bad habit, you're starting to keep us in suspense again."

Xiao Liang bluntly stated, "It must have been after Chen Wenxin returned home that she reorganized things, contacted various parties, and then Gao Min from the Northern Dynasty spread the word that everyone had arranged to visit today to deliver gifts."

The Yellow Mountain Ancestor laughed and said, "Lord Marquis, you guessed it right away."

Chu Tianshu had already faintly heard some noises several miles away.

I initially thought it was a joyous occasion like a wedding, so I didn't listen carefully.

Now, as he listened intently, he immediately recognized that they were indeed speaking in the tone of people from the martial arts world.

As the number of people gradually increased and the crowds gathered, people from different sects and factions met on the streets, with each family having anywhere from six or seven people to dozens of people.

Those who held official positions in both dynasties, as well as those Rogue Person the martial arts world, actually mingled among them, and their total number was less than that of the martial arts sects.

Chu Tianshu's manor originally belonged to Shen Minglai. It was located in the outskirts of Denglai Mountain Market, with almost no other houses nearby and a flat road.

At this time, the main road was packed with people, the procession stretching for miles, filling the roadside weeds, and the bustling voices of people exchanging greetings everywhere.

Even sects with old grudges don't want to take action today.

"The swordsmen of Zhuo Commandery naturally presented famous swords, but what treasure did the Zhu Liang Red-Faced Spear school Jieliang?"

"Very well, a mere thirty Shu brocade robes."

"Hiss, making a robe from Shu brocade—even the martial arts practitioners of Bashu and Chongqing don't really know this technique. But it's your Jieliang's unique skill. You've really put your heart into it."

"True Person Chu founded his sect. Although most of his disciples are still working in Jiyin Commandery, they will definitely need his robes in the future. We Jiangzuo swordsmen also present this kind of gift."

Many people rode side by side on horseback, discussing amongst themselves, some with a desire to outdo each other.

Others, however, were unsure whether the gifts they sent would suit Chu Tianshu's taste.

Many people were still watching the procession of the old patriarch of the Chen Clan. Chen Wenxin rode alone on a horse, followed by a procession of carriages and horses.

He had lost a bit of weight since he left the Tongxuan Sect, but his spirits were much higher. He nodded slightly when his eyes met those he recognized.

Many people recognized that there was a renowned chef among the group behind him, and secretly admired him.

I've heard that Chu Tianshu has a good reputation, but he hasn't been in business for long. I'm afraid the manor won't be able to prepare enough food to entertain all the guests today.

The people Chen Wenxin invited naturally took this into account.

On the other side, Gao Min's entourage was even more impressive, with herds of mules and horses, and mostly cooks, ingredients, tables, chairs, and drinks.

Chen Wenxin's gaze swept across the crowd, then suddenly froze.

"The Northern Celestial Master!"

His voice sharpened into Secret Sound Transmission, "Brother Kou, you've come too?"

Among the crowd were several Daoist priests on foot, the older one at the head of the group smiling and looking up.

"I, a hermit from the mountains, have also prepared a small gift. I didn't expect to meet Brother Chen on the way. I would like to ask Brother Chen to introduce us later?"

He didn't speak through telepathy; he spoke frankly and openly, aloud.

No matter how many people were nearby, how skilled they were, or how different they were, they could all hear it clearly, and they felt refreshed and relaxed, as if their fatigue had lessened.

A few highly skilled individuals seemed to discern a medicinal fragrance within the sound.

The auditory and olfactory responses are a spicy, dogwood-like fragrance, but more palatable and refreshing.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Seeing his composure, Chen Wenxin burst into laughter.

"I have been trapped for a long time, and the Northern Celestial Master has been in seclusion for even longer. Now that we have met, it is all thanks to the karmic connection of True Person Chu. We should go together."

Chen Wenxin moved swiftly, descending from mid-air and grabbing Kou Tianshi's wrist.

Master Kou smiled faintly and also rose into the air.

The two of them soared through the air, and in the blink of an eye, they were hand in hand heading towards the Zhuangzhi.

The crowd erupted in commotion, finally realizing the old Daoist's identity. Their excitement intensified, and each person secretly channeled their inner strength, riding without disturbing the dust, they sped towards the manor.

When the prominent figures from various factions arrived at the manor, they were speechless, staring blankly at the sky above the manor.

Those with weaker martial arts skills, though unaware of the reason, were also affected by the solemn atmosphere and gradually stopped.

They looked up at the sky above the villa, but could see nothing.

However, as more and more people stopped in their tracks, Gao Min took the lead and dismounted.

When everyone's eyes were focused on the sky above the manor, even the weakest martial artist could see the magnificent scene above the manor as if by the power of the crowd.

The ordinary air, like a thin sheet of paper being peeled away, revealed a scene that left them speechless with amazement.

A divine spear moved like a dragon, sometimes gathering and dispersing like smoke, then transforming back into a dragon with scales and armor. The dragon's eyes, both kind and majestic, made everyone tremble as if they were children seeing their teacher.

There are calligraphy scrolls hanging in the air, half-open and half-closed, each character gleaming with gold. There are short knives, like kitchen knives, yet their blades gleam with the clear light of blue water.

There was an iron palm, suspended slightly at an angle, its palm glowing red, with ever-changing flames, as if roasting a hundred delicacies from the mountains.

A purple qi aura, resembling both a lingzhi mushroom and a lotus flower, accompanied a dragon-headed walking stick, seemingly intoxicated, with light snorting emanating from its nostrils.

The white snake is languid, gently stirring up wind and rain, so carefree that it seems it might escape from everyone's heart at any moment, leaving only a faint coolness.

There was also a pure and ethereal Immortal, leisurely leaning against the clouds, his robe billowing as if about to fly, as if he were taking a nap with his eyes closed, with a golden-red sun hanging behind him.

At this moment, two more images approached the Immortal.

Firstly, it resembles a ring-shaped jade disc, white with a hint of yellow, and has minor flaws in its jade quality.

Firstly, it resembled a Vermilion Bird soaring in the sky, holding a celestial herb in its beak, its long tail swaying, the flames gentle and not fierce, fully displaying the grandeur of Daoism.

"Attaining the Dao..."

Gao Min let out a low sigh, her eyes filled with undisguised shock.

The higher one's skill level, the more one can sense the profound and mysterious aura of those who Attaining the Dao enlightenment.

No matter how shocking the news was, it was still too far removed from reality.

For many people in the martial arts world, this moment marked a profound realization and became an unforgettable day.

The ten Attaining the Dao beings guarded the Immortal.

This is undoubtedly the most important event in the world today.

The number one person in the world!

"Now, calling this lineage 'Ghost Gate ' is really a bit inappropriate..."

Feeling the presence of so many guests in the courtyard, Chu Tianshu thought of the matter Lu Yuande had mentioned to him several times regarding establishing the sect's name, and smiled inwardly, readily agreeing.

A timeless question, nothing more than leaping over the Dragon Gate.

To swim upstream on the Yellow River is incredibly difficult; let us add another Dragon Gate for the sake of all the people of the world.

Chu Tianshu's voice rose from the manor, spreading far and wide.

"Dragon Gate Dao Field, Chu Tianshu, thanks everyone for coming to congratulate us!"

(End of this chapter)