Chapter 290: Master, I Have Arrived

Before the jade towers on Kunlun Mountain, five-colored auspicious light mingles with purple mist. The scenery is unlike the mortal world, where groups of immortals often lie drunk, sleeping among the flowers.

Central Domain Immortal Prefecture, the sacred Kunlun Mountain.

This mountain stretches across the east and west for ten thousand miles, with over a thousand peaks reaching ten thousand meters in height; it has long held the reputation as the "Ancestor of All Mountains" on the Xuantiandalu.

Within this Kunlun Mountain, over a hundred spiritual veins of varying sizes converge, and there are countless immortal mountains and blessed lands suitable for cultivation, making it one of the few sacred sites for cultivation on the Xuantiandalu.

Over a hundred cultivation sects of various sizes are established within Kunlun Mountain. Among them are three large sects, nineteen medium-sized sects, and over a hundred small sects.

In the central part of Kunlun Mountain, there is a ten-thousand-meter-high peak named Taihua Feng.

Centered on Taihua Feng, one hundred and eight ten-thousand-meter peaks are evenly distributed within a radius of one thousand miles.

These peaks are scattered like stars in a chess game, arranged in an orderly fashion, faintly forming a natural great array.

This is the headquarters of the Wanfa Immortal Gate, one of the ten great cultivation sects of the Xuantiandalu.

One thousand miles southwest of Taihua Feng stands a thousand-meter-high peak. This peak is shrouded in purple mist and clouds all year round, hence it is called Ziyun Feng.

Below Ziyun Feng lies a plaza. The plaza is spacious, paved with bluestone and featuring white jade steps. In the center of the plaza, a mountain gate towers high, wreathed in purple Qi and auspicious light. Engraved in the center of the mountain gate are four large characters: "Wanfa Immortal Gate."

The eighth day of the tenth month, in the year 100,013 of the Immortal Era.

After a three-month-long journey, Zhang Xingyu arrived at the Wanfa Immortal Gate with the Demon King Hali.

The Wanfa Immortal Gate was the first stop on his trip to the Central Domain Immortal Prefecture.

Having not seen her for several years, he often missed her.

Beautiful teacher, do you miss your disciple as much as I miss you?

Beautiful teacher, have you invented any new talismans lately?

Collecting his thoughts, Zhang Xingyu climbed the steps to the front of the mountain gate.

"The sacred Kunlun Mountain is towering and steep, immortal aura drifts in purple waves. In the depths of the clouds among jade towers and pavilions, does my beautiful teacher think of me?"

After reciting the doggerel poem, he proudly stroked his own smooth chin.

Good poem! Good poem!

Swoosh!

Two streaks of white light flashed by.

A moment later, two immortal gate disciples in white robes stood before him.

These two disciples had their hair tied in Daoist buns, wore dharma robes, stepped in cloud-soled shoes, and carried long swords on their backs, looking every bit the part of immortal-spirited cultivators.

One of the disciples, his face cold as frost, shouted in a low, duck-like voice: "Where did this wild brat come from, daring to shout and scream here?"

How rude!

Making a sour face at everyone he sees!

No wonder he was sent here to guard the gate.

Zhang Xingyu muttered to himself.

However, there was no need for him to bicker with such a person.

As the saying goes, "The King of Hell is easy to meet, but the little devils are hard to deal with."

He was here to visit his beautiful teacher; there was no need to have a conflict with them.

Besides, he still had to rely on them to report his arrival to his beautiful teacher.

Thus, Zhang Xingyu tried hard to control his emotions, squeezed out an innocent smile, and revealed eight white teeth.

"This senior brother, junior brother Zhang Xingyu pays his respects."

At the summit of Taihua Feng, inside the Ancestor Hall.

Bells and chimes rang out, and immortal music drifted in the air.

A Daoist held high incense and kowtowed devoutly.

"Ancestor above, disciple Qingfeng reports. The decennial Immortal Gate Grand Competition will begin in one year; I respectfully request the Ancestor to bestow a dharma decree."

After finishing the kowtow, the Daoist stood up and respectfully inserted the high incense into the Mountain and River Cauldron before the statue of the Ancestor.

A moment later, a golden light descended from the roof of the hall, transforming into two large characters before the Ancestor's statue: "True Two."

"I respectfully obey the Ancestor's dharma decree." The Daoist Qingfeng received the decree and exited.

This Qingfeng was handsome and elegant, with clear eyebrows and bright eyes; he wore a Sun-Holding Profound Heaven Crown, a Green Pine and White Crane Robe, and Wind-Chasing and Moon-Pursuing Shoes.

His secular name was Mo Xunfeng, and his Daoist name was Qingfeng; he was the Sect Leader of the Wanfa Immortal Gate and a famous expert at the Nascent Soul stage in the cultivation world of the Xuantiandalu.

Outside the Ancestor Hall.

A large crowd of cultivators stood in silence, heads bowed.

Huo Lingwu stood quietly at the back of the crowd, listening intently as her master announced the Ancestor's dharma decree.

As a genius disciple of the Wanfa Immortal Gate and a personal disciple of the Sect Leader, she was required to participate in the Immortal Gate Grand Competition in one month.

For this reason, she had to stop her beloved work on talisman innovation and come before this Ancestor Hall.

To listen to the Ancestor's dharma decree.

Before every Immortal Gate Grand Competition, the Sect Leader had to request the Ancestor's dharma decree. All elders, peak masters, and personal disciples of the immortal gate had to come here to listen.

This rule had been passed down in the Wanfa Immortal Gate for thousands of years.

"True Two."

This meant that for this Immortal Gate Grand Competition, the sect could select two True Transmission Disciples.

True Transmission Disciples can receive the true transmission.

This also meant that within ten years, only two people could obtain the sect-protecting immortal arts of the Wanfa Immortal Gate.

As for the sect-protecting immortal arts, Huo Lingwu had no thoughts about them at all.

She only had a Golden Core mid-stage cultivation, placing her at the bottom among all the personal disciples in the sect.

The Wanfa Immortal Gate had a total of 108 peak masters and 782 elders, and the personal disciples they had taken in numbered no less than 3,000.

Among these 3,000-plus personal disciples, there were over 200 at the Golden Core mid-stage, over 1,000 at the Golden Core late-stage, and over 2,000 at the Golden Core Great Perfection. Additionally, among these 3,000-plus personal disciples, there were over thirty with cultivation at the Nascent Soul early-stage or higher.

Huo Lingwu had some confidence in defeating junior brothers and sisters who were also at the Golden Core mid-stage. To defeat those 3,000 senior brothers and sisters at the Golden Core late-stage and Golden Core Great Perfection, Huo Lingwu felt inadequate. Not to mention, there were over thirty experts at the Nascent Soul stage above them.

The gap between Golden Core and Nascent Soul is like a chasm. And this chasm is not just ordinarily wide.

Since there is no hope, it is better not to think about it.

Huo Lingwu lowered her head, pondering the talisman she was currently innovating.

Suddenly, her nose felt an unbearable itch, as if an ant were crawling over it.

"Achoo!"

This sneeze was earth-shattering, like a thunderclap in early summer.

The crowd, who were concentrating on listening to the Sect Leader's admonitions, all looked toward her.

Damn it!

Under the gaze of over two thousand pairs of eyes, Huo Lingwu felt like she had thorns on her back.

Her face flushed red, and she wished she could find a place to burrow into the ground.

Damn it!

Someone must be talking about me.

If I find out who you are, I will definitely make you wish you were dead.

Below Ziyun Feng.

Zhang Xingyu's nose itched, and droplets flew everywhere.

"Achoo!"

After the sneeze, the itch vanished instantly.

Zhang Xingyu rubbed his nose: "How strange! Could it be that someone is thinking of me?"

Before the Ancestor Hall.

Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun coughed lightly a few times, then continued his lecture.

He was also very puzzled in his heart: "This disciple of mine is usually quiet and gentle, why did she sneeze in public today? Could it be that she is unwell and caught a cold? That's not right, even at her worst, she has Golden Core late-stage cultivation. Golden Core cultivators are immune to all evils, so she shouldn't have caught a cold. It seems it's mostly because she has been obsessed with talisman making these days and has exhausted her vitality. After I finish speaking, I must give her a good talking-to."

Below, Huo Lingwu buried her head into the towering twin peaks on her chest.

Usually, Qingfeng Zhenjun's words were like the sounds of nature, the most pleasant thing to her ears.

She liked staying by her master's side, quietly listening to him speak.

Every time her master finished speaking, she hoped he would say more; every time she left, it made her reluctant to part.

But today, she hoped her master would finish quickly.

Finally, Qingfeng Zhenjun finished speaking.

"Everyone, disperse!"

She had finally waited for this sentence.

Huo Lingwu lifted her leg and wanted to run down the mountain.

Just as her left foot stepped out, her master's familiar voice came to her ears again.

"Lingwu, wait a moment!"

Huo Lingwu froze.

At this moment, she felt like crying but had no tears.

She shouted in her heart.

"Master, have mercy, let me go!" ===== CHAPTER 291 =====