Chapter 726: The Dao Heir of Qingmuxian Sect

No answer.

Yu Yu Qianzi's face was full of dejection, slumped and gloomy.

Not long after, a bright star appeared before the Guanghan Xiangong, adding a touch of vitality to the cold, lifeless starry void.

It was not a star.

It was the Black Soil Realm, a border realm of the Qingmuxian Sect.

This realm had fertile soil, producing spiritual herbs, spiritual rice, and spiritual trees of various tiers, making it one of the most prosperous realms under the Qingmuxian Sect's jurisdiction.

All cultivators performed the three kneelings and nine prostrations, pressing their foreheads deeply to the ground, daring not to look up even slightly.

She gazed ahead.

Just a few words were enough to make one feel vibrant life, stirring the wood-elemental spiritual energy throughout heaven and earth.

Taiyi Qingmu Candidate Daozi, Ji Liuyue.

Just like the numerous Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun along the way, she too needed this.

Yet, the two had never fully merged—sword cultivators were too unique.

Yu Yu Qianzi felt uneasy.

Chongyuanzi apologized.

Yu Yu Qianzi suppressed the ringing of his sword within his heart and bowed again.

From Gong Fa to spell techniques to Ben Ming Fa Bao, all were intimately connected, forming a complete, ancient, and highly developed system—not something that could be replicated by merely leaking a few spells or cultivation methods.

Yu Yu Qianzi let out a bitter laugh.

"Pay homage to Canghai Tianjun, pay homage to Dayan Jianzi!"

Perhaps, precisely because of this, the Qingmuxian Sect's combat ability was slightly weaker.

Yu Yu Qianzi gripped his sword hilt and bowed deeply.

"Friend Yu."

This man was tall and rugged, his back bearing the primordial Bagua diagram; merely standing, he radiated a heavy, mountain-like pressure that matched the Taiyi Qingmu Candidate Daozi's own.

"Greetings, Brother Brother Xuanwu."

"Qianqian sister."

Trees the size of houses, hills, and lakes filled the view; stretching as far as the eye could see, mountains and forests rose and fell, with red, yellow, brown, and countless colorful leaves and flowers.

The Guanghan Xiangong did not halt, flying straight toward the Black Soil Realm's supreme teleportation array.

She knew this was the sect's concealment; she was about to speak when she saw the man beside the Taiyi Qingmu Candidate Daozi.

The Guanghan Xiangong pierced through the nine heavens' fierce wind.

Shen Yue Canghai Tianjun nodded slightly.

In the void, transparent, hazy spatial patterns emerged, radiating a terrifying power fluctuation that even Soul Transformation cultivators dared not ignore.

A small girl, over a meter tall, with a pure and innocent face, dressed in an elaborate dark green palace gown, smiled sweetly toward them.

In the Qingmuxian Sect, this was highly antisocial, drawing many strange and rejecting glances.

He silently reviewed his every word and action, confirmed he had not offended the Canghai Tianjun or Dayan Jianzi, then relaxed, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and breathed in spiritual energy to cultivate.

Yu Yu Qianzi instinctively glanced beside him, only to find Shen Yue Canghai Tianjun had already departed.

But overwhelmingly, it was green!

"Candidate Daozi."

This was also one of the reasons they accepted the defeated Moon Branch of the Rizhui Sword Pavilion tens of thousands of years ago—to enhance their own combat ability.

Yu Yu Qianzi opened his eyes and saw nothing but trees, the smallest as thick as an adult's embrace.

"On a mission to the Dongji Demon Gate…"

Taiyi Qingmu Candidate Daozi Ji Liuyue bowed deeply to the Taiyin Dayan Jianzi, who towered far above her.

Behind them, numerous Nascent Soul and Jin Dan cultivators remained prostrate on the ground, still so even at a great distance, not moving an inch.

Yu Yu Qianzi fell into thought.

Several Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun ruling the Black Soil Realm, along with hundreds of Jin Dan cultivators, came out three ten-thousand li to welcome them; flowers rained from the sky, celestial cranes danced, golden lotuses welled from the earth, forming a path of blossoms.

All were brimming with vitality, of superior quality, with almost no inferior items.

Trees, countless trees—pine, birch, sunflower, apricot…

"Yes!"

Only after several hours, once the teleportation was confirmed complete, did he exhale softly and relax.

Shen Yue Canghai Tianjun nodded.

Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, Brother Brother Xuanwu!

The Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace resembled the Dayue Sword Pavilion: their Candidate Daozi's innate talent was not the most important; all had fought their way up, slaying rival competitors, barely surviving deadly battlefields, only then gaining an audience with the great ones' avatars and being crowned Candidate Daozi.

Among the spiritual energy, the most concentrated was undoubtedly wood-elemental energy—the essence of grass and trees, hard wood, soft wood, primordial wood spiritual energy—all of which greatly benefited wood-elemental Gong Fa, making it a holy land every wood-elemental cultivator dreamed of.

Within the inter-realm teleportation array, another Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun prostrated himself, bowing respectfully: "The teleportation array to the sect is ready. Please, Canghai Tianjun and Dayan Jianzi, give your orders."

Hum!

Amidst brilliant Bai Chong Guang, space twisted violently, and the Guanghan Xiangong vanished.

"Open it. We've traveled long enough—we're weary."

"Friend Yu Yu Qianzi, you're too courteous. Chongyuan came unannounced; forgive my rudeness."

…

Every few years, some Nascent Soul cultivator would anger the Canghai Tianjun and meet a miserable end—he did not wish to suffer such a fate.

The Bai Chong Guang faded, revealing the scene.

The prostrate Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun rose cautiously, activating his token with magic power.

This is the Qingmuxian Sect's peerless spirit-plant cultivation art!

It is the foundation of their sect.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhong Chong Yuanzi asked directly: "In your estimation, is the Great Sun Sword Son of the Eastern Pole Demon Gate truly worthy of his name, or is it merely a fabricated title meant to intimidate us?"

"Your mission to the Eastern Pole Demon Gate has been arduous."

But the education she received since childhood prevented her from doing so.

Yu Yu Qianzi hesitated for a moment.

"Little Senior Qian, you're too formal—no need for such courtesy."

He is at the peak of Jin Dan realm.

They are the same kind of people.

Mountains and fields, sky and earth, the Nine Heavens' Gale, even the realm's boundary, were all green, teeming with all manner of spirit plants.

With every breath, the air's spiritual energy was at least at the level of a fourth-rank spirit vein; no place in this world had spiritual energy below fourth-rank.

"Welcome home, Canghai Tianjun! Welcome home, Sword Son!"

Below, mountains and rivers intertwined with farmlands, spirit veins arranged in orderly patterns—this entire world was a spirit herb garden, with different grades of herbs planted according to each region's yin-yang, dryness, and moisture.

Compared to the Eastern Pole Demon Gate's stingy control of spiritual energy, this place was terrifyingly abundant.

Yu Yu Qianzi slightly bit her lip.

A soft, delicate voice.

This extreme concentration of wood-element spiritual energy displeased her Taiyin Sword Dao; her Gong Fa subtly stirred, drawing in Taiyin moonlight to repel the wood-element spiritual energy within several li around her.

This was part of the Qingmuxian Sect's strict order—it could not be as lax as in the Eastern Pole Demon Gate, not even when encountering another Candidate Daozi.

Jin Dan Zhong Qi, one realm weaker than her, just like that person, just like the Five Elements Candidate Daozi An Tu Zi—this was perhaps no coincidence.

Over a hundred years of life in the Eastern Pole Demon Gate had nearly made her forget the vast chasm between Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation cultivators; between them, no communication should exist at all—Nascent Soul cultivators, like ants, could only bow in worship.

The Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun standing beside her still maintained a respectful posture.

Long silence.

"I believe he is truly worthy of his name."

(End of Chapter)