There was a saying which was widespread about the cultivation community - 'There is no limit to the universe beyond the blue sky.'
It was talking about Tianwaitian. It was a place, and also an organization.
While cultivators sought for immortality, the people of Tianwaitian were different. They pursued the Dao of Killing. Even though the people within too practiced cultivation, they were no different from the typical assassins. The only difference was that the assassins in the mortal world killed the mortals, and Tianwaitian killed the bona fide cultivators.
As long as there were spiritual beings, techniques, and treasure incantations to gain, they would assassinate even immortal Zhenren.
It was also rumored that the existence of Tianwaitian was even longer than the four main Daoist sects. It had existed for more than ten thousand years.
This was not odd because assassination was the oldest profession.
The assassins of Tianwaitian were devoted to assassination methods. They did not care if it would hurt their Daoist bodies. Even if their cultivating experience was only at Ruhua, they would most probably succeed if they were to assassinate an individual of Huandan.
Tianwaitian's Killing Bible was known to be a treasured book that could point to the Great Way. It was definitely of the same level as Xuantian's Enlightenment Scripture, Qing Xuan's Taixu Strategy, and Taisu's Dadong Scripture. However, most people who practiced Killing Bible turned crazy. Rarely did anyone reach immortality using this.
Tianwaitian came with a hefty price tag, and the fact that Zhao Xiaoyu managed to escape in ease even though Tianwaitian had fifteen masters ambushing her, it was sufficient proof that Fairy Zhao was the same level as the previous grandmasters of Nine Lotus Order. She probably would hardly have any opponent below the level of immortal Zhenren.
For the Daluo Devotion Ceremony, it made the atmosphere even more bustling.
There was someone who said, "Fairy Zhao did not escape in one piece. It was rumored that she suffered severe injury and she is now in hiding somewhere. Sacred Nun Qingyin has sent someone after her."
Everyone was surprised. Ultimately Nine Lotus Order relied on Zhao Xiaoyu to hold the show. If they lost Zhao Xiaoyu as a leader, regardless of how powerful they were, they had to be disbanded.
While they did not know who was making such claims, they all chose to believe.
If one could escape in one piece under the ambush of fifteen Tianwaitian's masters, it seemed too unreasonable.
Shen Lian sat near the railing at the restaurants and listened to the cultivators gossiping like the mortals. He found it funny, but then again the people of Luo Order were often of various standards. If not because they had it big in the beginning, they would have been gone by now.
These cultivators were at most in Ruhua. They could probably enjoy themselves in the mortal world, but in the world of cultivation, they were in an awkward position. If they had no hope to achieve Huandan, and too could not find any external alchemy, they would usually fall into the secular mortal world and lose their Daoist hearts. They could hardly improve anymore.
For one to be able to escape from the confusing and dazzling secular mortal world, one was either of great wisdom or of extreme viciousness.
The chance of such people to reach Huandan was much higher than the students of authentic Xuanmen as long as they had the fortune. They could cause a stir in the world. For people who had the fortune, if they were in a story, they could be the protagonists at least once or twice.
This restaurant was built facing the lake. Jimo Peak was at a distance. It looked as if it was penetrating the sky. After years of hardships, it carried an air of elegance, not unlike those ink landscape paintings. Only at such a place could someone as great as the founder of Luo Order to be raised.
As Jimo Peak had an abundance of Qi of vitality, it could be considered as a fortune land. This was also why the founding temple of Luo was not taken over by other sects.
Regardless of how disintegrated Luo Order was, some of the branches were very powerful.
A lot of the celestial sects would not want to fight with the remaining Luoists for this fortune land.
Among the world, there were countless great mountains and wider rivers. As long as one took some time, one could find a quiet place for cultivation.
If there were immortal Zhenren in the order, the Qi of earth could be adjusted and the geographical position shifted. It would not be worse than other fortune lands. Shen Lian took in the beauty of the scenery while he listened to the chatters from the surrounding. He occupied one seat.
Nobody had found out whether Zhao Xiaoyu was injured or not despite the starting day for the devotion ceremony was getting closer.
His goal was to help her, so if Zhao Xiaoyu was not here by the time, he could just get ready to go.
Then he could just be at peace while waiting for the right opportunity to take the last step of the nine states of cultivation.
Suddenly a blood smell was detected. A Daoist in green entered the restaurant. His steps were light and his breaths were brief. It was apparent that he was injured.
Someone spoke with a low voice, "This is Hong Yangzi's disciple, Cang Yingzi."
The discussion about what happened to Cang Yingzi then began.
Some of the cultivators with good eyesight had already begun to activate the formula. If they spotted anything out of the norm, they would be ready to go.
For the immortals to fight, the mortals always suffered. While they were not mortals, they did not want to be involved.
They were just here for the crowd. When the leaders of Luo Order had sorted out the ranking, they would then just pick and follow whoever that was powerful.
Before Cang Yingzi's assassin appeared, the Daoist locked his eyes on one of the Daoists. His fingers turned into claws and a hand which was covered in green mana went through space and grabbed him.
The person was immediately in front of Cang Yingzi. His mana was under the control of the green hand. His blood was being sucked dry and only the skin remained. The skin fell to the floor and Cang Yingzi's face gained its colors back.
This was an evil art of Hongyang Order. It was also known as the Green Hand of Yin Devilry. It was a nasty technique. If one was attacked, the blood would be sucked dry by the user for the user's replenishment.
The moment Cang Yingzi stepped in, he used this technique to recover his injuries. He then laughed and found a seat. The cultivators near the table all ran away, except for a few cultivators who deemed themselves to be more skilled.
"Cang Yingzi, your Hongyang Order behave so nastily. You lot have ruined the name of the holy order," a female voice was heard from the outside. It sounded like a teenage girl. Her voice was soft, and some could even say she carried some form of resentment.
"Bitch, you are not any better. You have caught a few men and stolen their Yang vitality. While they did not die, they need to rely on medicine for the rest of their lives. It is better to just be like me where their lives are ended just at that moment. Who knows, they might be lucky enough in the next life to be under Xuanmen sects. They still have to thank me for that opportunity." When he recovered, he was holding a large jar of alcohol. His voice was full of arrogance.
A lady outside the restaurant walked in. She was dressed in azure green. She looked clean and plain and had no makeup on. She was indeed a beautiful woman beyond the time, especially the red dot in between her brows. It was well done, and for people who had seen it, it aroused some sort of thoughts.
She was carrying a flower basket on her left hand. The fragrance spread through the restaurant and filled everyone's heart with sweetness.
The cultivators who had ingested the fragrance began to feel that the circulation of their mana was not as smooth as they were. They immediately concentrated on the Qi to return and to seal the acupoints in the body.
There was a saying which was widespread about the cultivation community - 'There is no limit to the universe beyond the blue sky.'
It was talking about Tianwaitian. It was a place, and also an organization.
While cultivators sought for immortality, the people of Tianwaitian were different. They pursued the Dao of Killing. Even though the people within too practiced cultivation, they were no different from the typical assassins. The only difference was that the assassins in the mortal world killed the mortals, and Tianwaitian killed the bona fide cultivators.
As long as there were spiritual beings, techniques, and treasure incantations to gain, they would assassinate even immortal Zhenren.
It was also rumored that the existence of Tianwaitian was even longer than the four main Daoist sects. It had existed for more than ten thousand years.
This was not odd because assassination was the oldest profession.
The assassins of Tianwaitian were devoted to assassination methods. They did not care if it would hurt their Daoist bodies. Even if their cultivating experience was only at Ruhua, they would most probably succeed if they were to assassinate an individual of Huandan.
Tianwaitian's Killing Bible was known to be a treasured book that could point to the Great Way. It was definitely of the same level as Xuantian's Enlightenment Scripture, Qing Xuan's Taixu Strategy, and Taisu's Dadong Scripture. However, most people who practiced Killing Bible turned crazy. Rarely did anyone reach immortality using this.
Tianwaitian came with a hefty price tag, and the fact that Zhao Xiaoyu managed to escape in ease even though Tianwaitian had fifteen masters ambushing her, it was sufficient proof that Fairy Zhao was the same level as the previous grandmasters of Nine Lotus Order. She probably would hardly have any opponent below the level of immortal Zhenren.
For the Daluo Devotion Ceremony, it made the atmosphere even more bustling.
There was someone who said, "Fairy Zhao did not escape in one piece. It was rumored that she suffered severe injury and she is now in hiding somewhere. Sacred Nun Qingyin has sent someone after her."
Everyone was surprised. Ultimately Nine Lotus Order relied on Zhao Xiaoyu to hold the show. If they lost Zhao Xiaoyu as a leader, regardless of how powerful they were, they had to be disbanded.
While they did not know who was making such claims, they all chose to believe.
If one could escape in one piece under the ambush of fifteen Tianwaitian's masters, it seemed too unreasonable.
Shen Lian sat near the railing at the restaurants and listened to the cultivators gossiping like the mortals. He found it funny, but then again the people of Luo Order were often of various standards. If not because they had it big in the beginning, they would have been gone by now.
These cultivators were at most in Ruhua. They could probably enjoy themselves in the mortal world, but in the world of cultivation, they were in an awkward position. If they had no hope to achieve Huandan, and too could not find any external alchemy, they would usually fall into the secular mortal world and lose their Daoist hearts. They could hardly improve anymore.
For one to be able to escape from the confusing and dazzling secular mortal world, one was either of great wisdom or of extreme viciousness.
The chance of such people to reach Huandan was much higher than the students of authentic Xuanmen as long as they had the fortune. They could cause a stir in the world. For people who had the fortune, if they were in a story, they could be the protagonists at least once or twice.
This restaurant was built facing the lake. Jimo Peak was at a distance. It looked as if it was penetrating the sky. After years of hardships, it carried an air of elegance, not unlike those ink landscape paintings. Only at such a place could someone as great as the founder of Luo Order to be raised.
As Jimo Peak had an abundance of Qi of vitality, it could be considered as a fortune land. This was also why the founding temple of Luo was not taken over by other sects.
Regardless of how disintegrated Luo Order was, some of the branches were very powerful.
A lot of the celestial sects would not want to fight with the remaining Luoists for this fortune land.
Among the world, there were countless great mountains and wider rivers. As long as one took some time, one could find a quiet place for cultivation.
If there were immortal Zhenren in the order, the Qi of earth could be adjusted and the geographical position shifted. It would not be worse than other fortune lands. Shen Lian took in the beauty of the scenery while he listened to the chatters from the surrounding. He occupied one seat.
Nobody had found out whether Zhao Xiaoyu was injured or not despite the starting day for the devotion ceremony was getting closer.
His goal was to help her, so if Zhao Xiaoyu was not here by the time, he could just get ready to go.
Then he could just be at peace while waiting for the right opportunity to take the last step of the nine states of cultivation.
Suddenly a blood smell was detected. A Daoist in green entered the restaurant. His steps were light and his breaths were brief. It was apparent that he was injured.
Someone spoke with a low voice, "This is Hong Yangzi's disciple, Cang Yingzi."
The discussion about what happened to Cang Yingzi then began.
Some of the cultivators with good eyesight had already begun to activate the formula. If they spotted anything out of the norm, they would be ready to go.
For the immortals to fight, the mortals always suffered. While they were not mortals, they did not want to be involved.
They were just here for the crowd. When the leaders of Luo Order had sorted out the ranking, they would then just pick and follow whoever that was powerful.
Before Cang Yingzi's assassin appeared, the Daoist locked his eyes on one of the Daoists. His fingers turned into claws and a hand which was covered in green mana went through space and grabbed him.
The person was immediately in front of Cang Yingzi. His mana was under the control of the green hand. His blood was being sucked dry and only the skin remained. The skin fell to the floor and Cang Yingzi's face gained its colors back.
This was an evil art of Hongyang Order. It was also known as the Green Hand of Yin Devilry. It was a nasty technique. If one was attacked, the blood would be sucked dry by the user for the user's replenishment.
The moment Cang Yingzi stepped in, he used this technique to recover his injuries. He then laughed and found a seat. The cultivators near the table all ran away, except for a few cultivators who deemed themselves to be more skilled.
"Cang Yingzi, your Hongyang Order behave so nastily. You lot have ruined the name of the holy order," a female voice was heard from the outside. It sounded like a teenage girl. Her voice was soft, and some could even say she carried some form of resentment.
"Bitch, you are not any better. You have caught a few men and stolen their Yang vitality. While they did not die, they need to rely on medicine for the rest of their lives. It is better to just be like me where their lives are ended just at that moment. Who knows, they might be lucky enough in the next life to be under Xuanmen sects. They still have to thank me for that opportunity." When he recovered, he was holding a large jar of alcohol. His voice was full of arrogance.
A lady outside the restaurant walked in. She was dressed in azure green. She looked clean and plain and had no makeup on. She was indeed a beautiful woman beyond the time, especially the red dot in between her brows. It was well done, and for people who had seen it, it aroused some sort of thoughts.
She was carrying a flower basket on her left hand. The fragrance spread through the restaurant and filled everyone's heart with sweetness.
The cultivators who had ingested the fragrance began to feel that the circulation of their mana was not as smooth as they were. They immediately concentrated on the Qi to return and to seal the acupoints in the body.
