Chapter 1211: Wu Gong

Dalaotian.

Jade pavilions and crystal towers, with immortal flowers in full bloom.

Occasionally, immortal maidens rode on clouds, drifting between the jade pavilions.

Compared to the wild, desolate lands below, Dalaotian better matched ordinary human aesthetics and more closely resembled the immortal realm people imagined.

"This place is so beautiful!" Wu Gong stood atop the Blue Bird, gazing at the surroundings, her mood lifting with joy.

Just the endless scenery alone was far superior to the mortal world.

"Wu Miss, we've arrived!"

Suddenly, Lingxi's voice rang out, startling Wu Gong awake.

"Is this where I'll live from now on?"

The Blue Bird descended to a lower altitude, revealing a vast, luxurious estate before Wu Gong.

The estate stretched so far it seemed to have no boundary; it was less an estate than a great city.

Dozens of immortal maidens stood in neat rows, and upon seeing the Blue Bird land, they hurried forward to help unload the belongings.

"Welcome, Lady!"

Lingxi smiled: "Good. This estate is a hundred li in length and width—plenty for you to stroll around in daily. Of course, if you wish, you may also visit the other sixteen Ladies."

"So big?"

A hundred li in length and width meant an area of two thousand five hundred square kilometers—immensely spacious for a single person.

Lingxi smiled: "To ordinary people, this estate is indeed large. But once you begin cultivation, you may find it too small. Then, you can just 【18】 expand it yourself."

Expand it.

Wu Gong was stunned.

Expand it?

"Hey, Lingxi Sister. Who's this sister?"

At that moment, a streak of immortal light halted in midair, and a clear voice rang out.

Lingxi smiled: "It's Zhiruo. Again going to ask the Master about cultivation?"

"Mm." The immortal light descended, the auspicious clouds dispersed, and a beautifully dressed, pure and lovely girl appeared before Wu Gong.

The newcomer was Zhou Zhiruo.

Since becoming Zhang Taixuan's disciple, Zhou Zhiruo had embarked on a path of rigorous cultivation.

To this day, her cultivation base was no weaker than that of ordinary members in the chat group—she had reached the peak of Heavenly Immortal.

She needed only a little more accumulation to become a Jin Xian.

Truly, she had defied fate itself.

"Is this another Mistress?" Zhou Zhiruo's gaze settled on Wu Gong and asked.

Lingxi nodded: "Yes. Wu Miss is famous—rumor has it that, according to historical trajectory, she even became Emperor."

"Wu Zhao?" Zhou Zhiruo was shocked, bowing slightly, "Greetings, Wu Miss."

"You honor me too much!" Wu Gong quickly returned the bow.

Though she was the Dao Jun's concubine, she dared not act haughty.

In ancient times, a concubine's status was extremely low.

Yet the master-disciple bond was akin to father and son—often even closer than blood.

"Wu Miss need not be so formal," Zhou Zhiruo laughed, chatted a while longer, then departed atop auspicious clouds.

After Zhou Zhiruo left, Wu Gong cautiously inquired about her identity, deeply shaken.

"So she is the Dao Jun's direct disciple."

Lingxi smiled: "Wu Miss need not dwell on it. The Dao Jun treats all the Ladies very well—you may ignore anyone's face if you wish."

Wu Gong nodded lightly, but inwardly she did not believe it.

She was no true naive fool—how could she believe such words?

"By the way, Lingxi Immortal, when will the Dao Jun arrive?"

Lingxi paused: "I don't know. The Master has returned, but when he'll come here is uncertain. Wu Miss, begin your cultivation first—you'll meet him eventually. Moreover, 【45】 if you truly don't wish to, you may simply stay here; the Master won't force you."

If you really don't want to, you can just stay here—the Lord won't force you.

"This…" Wu Gong was surprised.

Lingxi smiled: "Romance is about mutual willingness. If you're unwilling, how could the Master force you? To be honest, countless beings across the myriad worlds wish to be favored by the Dao Jun. He has no need to tarnish his reputation over this."

Quite a bit. The Lord need not taint his own reputation over this matter.

After Lingxi departed, she finally exhaled in relief.

She had planned to tour her estate, but after days of mental strain, fatigue washed over her—she could only rest briefly, leaving the rest for tomorrow.

I had intended to stroll through my estate, but after days of excessive mental strain, fatigue surged over me, so I could only rest briefly, leaving it for tomorrow.

Beneath the night sky, a bonfire blazed fiercely.

On the fire, a roasted chicken sizzled, releasing oily droplets.

"Father, is it ready yet?" Qi Fang stared unblinkingly at the roasted chicken on the fire, her mouth watering!

Living in the countryside, Qi Changfa had always concealed his abilities and never revealed any wealth; their family lived a simple life of self-sown and self-harvested farming, extremely poor.

Such a delicacy as roasted chicken was reserved only for festivals and holidays.

Roast chicken, such a delicacy, is only had during festivals and holidays.

Qi Changfa turned the chicken as he spoke: "Tomorrow we'll reach Jingzhou City. When we get to Master Uncle's home, don't act like this. Though we're poor, we must have dignity—don't lose face."

Qi Changfa turned the roasted chicken as he said, "We'll reach Jingzhou City tomorrow. When we get to Master's uncle's house, don't act like this. Though we're poor, we must have pride and not lose face."

lose face.

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm." Qi Fang nodded vigorously in response.

He paid no mind to Qi Changfa's words.

Meanwhile, Di Yun sat beside the firepit, silent and withdrawn, as if lost in thought.

The truth was exactly that.

Since joining the chat group, his heart had never settled.

Immortals, even the world itself, had shocked him.

But what stirred him most deeply was his own fate and that of his junior sister.

The kind-faced Master had secretly harbored murderous intent.

For the Liancheng treasure, the three of them killed the Ancestral Master, then suspected and turned against their own daughter and disciple.

Could human hearts truly be this cruel?

Had he not seen the chat group's warning, Di Yun could never have imagined that tomorrow's Jingzhou City would be a den of peril, altering his destiny.

"I only wanted a quiet life, that's all—why is it so hard?!" Di Yun sighed inwardly.

"Big brother?"

Suddenly, his junior sister's clear voice rang in his ear: "What are you thinking about? Are you imagining what delicious food you'll eat tomorrow?"

"No way!" Di Yun shook his head, turned to Qi Fang, and saw her offering him the chicken leg—he quickly waved it off. "You eat it, junior sister. I'll have something else."

"Hmph. Just take it!"

Di Yun sighed in resignation; he knew if he refused, his junior sister would throw a tantrum, so he took it.

He thought to himself: "Once I get the Liancheng treasure, I'll take my junior sister far away. With that much money, I'll make sure she lives well from now on."