Chapter 530: Arrival of the Various World

Zhu Bajie's body had been marked by Buddha, and just now his soul and spirit were ripped directly from his body, flying out of the tower with a ten-thousand-character seal.

Su Lin sighed: "This Buddha is still a man of taste."

Scorching, dazzling alien flames burned continuously; on every side, the massive, golden-brown carcass dripped fat, feeding the flames and spreading fragrance throughout the tower.

"Save one hind leg for smoking, send the front leg to be cured into ham," Shi Hao was always someone who knew how to eat—and how to cook.

Since crossing time and traversing worlds, he often regretted not keeping more limbs—arms, wings, thighs—of the celestial prodigies from the Imperial Barrier; if he'd tried new recipes with them, the flavor would've been excellent.

"Zhu Bajie preaches abstinence from killing, stealing, lust, alcohol, false speech, and fragrant flowers—but look, after all these years, he hasn't given up a single one. Since he won't give it up, we'll give it up for him," said Ji Gong Monk, wiping saliva from his lips, gently fanning the air to guide the meat's aroma toward him.

He stared longingly at lotus leaves filled with spirit fruits, vegetarian meals, roasted meat, and immortal wine, as they were distributed into the hands of the immortals and the Buddhas.

Ji Gong studied them for a long while, then asked curiously: "Lord Buddha, why does everyone on Mount Lingyan eat meat and drink alcohol?"

"How can you chant sutras if you're not full? I eat more, others eat less—it's merit," Wu Qi reached out, grabbed a piece of meat, and shoved it into his mouth. "Besides, when the mind holds nothing, the heavens and earth are vast—why so many rules?"

Ji Gong squinted, tilted his head, and thought.

"That's right, that's right."

He nodded, his facial creases deepening with a smile.

Five Wisdoms, Three Bodies.

Wisdom of the Dharmadhatu, Great Mirror Wisdom, Wisdom of Equality, Wonderful Observing Wisdom, Wisdom of Accomplishment—these five wisdoms united as one.

Body, speech, mind—three bodies as one.

Ji Gong bowed with a Buddhist gesture, then eagerly sat down on the spot, cradling the lotus leaf he'd been given: "Marvelous, marvelous—this Myriad Worlds truly holds nothing strange."

He grabbed a piece of meat with skin, shoved it into his mouth, then his eyes bulged wide; his chewing grew more violent, until he was wolfing it down in exaggerated gulps.

"Cough."

"Don't choke."

Wu Qi handed him a cup of wine.

Ji Gong took it, sniffed, then pulled out his worn, old gourd from his waist and poured the wine from the cup into it.

Wu Qi sighed: "Man, you're really stingy—don't they even pay you where you're from?"

"External things, external things," Ji Gong struggled to swallow, then asked curiously: "You actually care about this?"

"We didn't used to. After the Heavenly Buddha and True-Defining Buddha founded Mount Lingyan and Great Lei Yinsi, they implemented modern management systems—allocating merit, incense offerings, and such—but it didn't really help." Wu Qi pointed toward Su Lin and Meng Qi.

Heavenly Buddha?!

True-Defining Buddha?!

"Cough—pfft! Cough cough cough!"

Ji Gong couldn't hold it—he quickly uncorked his gourd and poured wine down his throat, finally calming after a while, wiping grease and wine stains from his mouth with his tattered cassock.

"You alright?" Wu Qi asked, concerned.

Ji Gong waved it off, glanced around at the Buddhist figures nearby, then asked: "May I ask—who is Siddhartha Gautama Buddha?"

Wu Qi pointed to Su Lin: "That one over there—Heavenly Buddha's full name is Buddha Siddhartha Gautama."

"Burp!" Ji Gong let out a burp—and froze in place.

Nothing strange in the Myriad Worlds? Not like this!

"You asked so much—now let me ask you," Wu Qi perked up, eager to converse. "How long have you been in this Heavenly City? And what's the deal with those monks in the Jin Wu Tower?"

"Monk? I'd say about twenty-three years… As for the Buddhist sect in the Jin Wu Tower, I only know a little."

Let Wu Qi handle the information gathering.

Su Lin paid it no mind—he hadn't specifically invited Ji Gong Monk in for this; he'd just roasted the pig.

"Thinking of my second master back home always feels strange, oddly sad—loses my appetite," Meng Qi wiped his lips.

"Full belly, strong voice."

Ye Fan pulled out a box of Enlightenment Tea, passed it before Li Huowang's face, and said: "Go brew it. Why not just dig up that Enlightenment Tea tree from Immortal Death Mountain?"

Hei Huang, having finished his meat, was gnawing fiercely on a bone; at Ye Fan's words, he perked up instantly: "Wang! Don't you dare—Emperor Wu Shi tried it once, nearly killed that old tree!"

"That's exactly why I haven't moved it yet," Ye Fan rolled his eyes.

"No big deal—just use some xianxia tech and some nutrient solution," Su Lin turned, glancing toward a direction.

Ye Fan and the others turned to look at Han Li, who was wandering the trading zone, blending into the crowd, unremarkable.

Ye Fan: "..."

Could he really be a genius?

"If all else fails, ask Changsheng Tian for help," Su Lin nodded to Zhao Shuang.

Ye Fan stood, dragged Hei Huang along, picked up Xiao Nannan—who was still happily eating—and waved to Duan De and Shi Hao.

"Wang! What are you up to?!"

"Come with me to restock."

About half an hour later.

Brilliant light blazed, five colors surged to the heavens, seven hues blotted out the sun—a thousand-year-old Enlightenment Tea tree, its two thick main roots like human legs, stood upright in the center of the trading hall.

Then

The light dimmed, the marvel vanished; the tree drooped, branches hanging limp, trunk sagging, bark cracking like dragon scales, the Dao essence on its glistening leaves slowly leaking away.

Behind the tree, hidden from view, Han Li dripped a few drops of green liquid onto the soil.

Brilliant light blazed, five colors surged to the heavens, seven hues blotted out the sun; every leaf trembled, radiating dreamlike luster—divine bells, mountains and rivers, clouds, bagua, ancient dragons shimmering with wonder.

Then

The light began to dim again.

Han Li dripped two more drops.

Brilliant light blazed—dimmed

"It's effective, but it seems"

"Climate shock?"

Han Li looked at the roots of this ancient tree; every time a drop fell, it tried to bolt away, but was bound here, causing much of the green sap to be consumed.

But within a short time, it won't suffer severe qi depletion.

The leaves rustled, and a dozen Dao-enlightenment tea leaves spontaneously detached, carried by the branches to Han Li's front—clearly, Han Li had raised this ancient tea tree's favor.

The ancient tea tree expressed a desire to follow Han Li.

In a certain sense, Han Li's little green flask was practically a lure for this divine herb.

Han Li thought for a moment and said, "Keeping it on Shuijing Peak, now a divine mountain and treasure land, is fine; keeping it here is difficult—it doesn't want to stay here."

Divine herbs possess spirit; naturally, they don't wish to remain in a place that, to plants, is barren.

On Shuijing Peak, spiritual herbs and immortal treasures blanket the mountainsides, automatically transforming the environment over time; even a fairy spring emerged naturally, forming a self-contained ecosystem.

This tower is currently unsuitable for its rooting and cultivation.

Su Lin stroked this divine tree, worth over a million points in the system—he'd never touched anything so expensive in Shangcheng.

"Thank you, Boss Ye, Boss is generous, Boss will grow rich!" he thanked Ye Fan. "Sitting here for two hours near the Dao-enlightenment tea tree equals a month of arduous cultivation outside." Ye Fan shook his head and said, "If it could be placed here, even if traders bought nothing, they'd still come just to visit."

Su Lin suddenly understood: "Draw crowds, then charge reasonable cultivation fees and entry fees?"

Ye Fan glanced at Su Lin in surprise and praised: "Ruzike."

"No, you're blacker than the abyss," Su Lin said.

Ye Fan smiled: "Everyone will get a share—don't forget you're the largest shareholder of Tiancheng."

"No wonder you're the most outstanding entrepreneur in the group."

Su Lin patted the tree and said, "Stay put and don't move—I'll go get you some Abundance Blessing."

"Abundance?"

Su Lin turned around and found Jingyuan, the Immortal Ship General, had triggered the keyword.

Xing arrived with a messenger from Liuguang Yiting, Jingyuan from the Immortal Ship, Fu Xuan, Yanqing, as well as Walter, March 7, Dan Heng from the Stellar Express.

"So many people! This tree looks incredibly powerful!"

March 7 exclaimed, quickly pulling out her camera to take photos.

"Are you doing team-building too?" Su Lin asked.

Xing blinked: "Something like that—I brought everyone for a tour."

"Does 'everyone' include the guy behind you?" Su Lin pointed at the 'Giovanni' behind Xing.

If he remembered correctly, that unlucky fellow had forgotten himself too many times and went to the Interstellar Peace Corporation's medical ship for a brain checkup.

Xing turned and looked back: "Picked him up in the Simulation Universe."

Hei Ta asked her to test the new Simulation Universe, so she went as usual—but midway, she encountered an Aha doll incident and, as usual, beat it a few times.

"Wisdom is scrap iron, Preservation is a fool; Hunt has no humor, Annihilation is a madman; Hope brings fun, Aha is humiliated!"

The voice didn't come from the doll—it came from behind her.

A chilling mask pressed against her ear, reciting slightly altered lines.

"It seems He discovered the Simulation Universe long ago—his data avatar was sent out, while he himself hid inside as an NPC," Xing said, expressionless.

Hei Ta's lab is truly the "safest" place in the entire universe.

"He followed me back onto the train under the identity of an Anonymous Guest—only Pam can see him; no one else can."

What kind of space horror story is this?

Not far away, 'Giovanni' transformed into 'Qiong' in broad daylight, turned toward Su Lin, and raised both arms as if embracing the sun.

Aha: "Long live Fate!"

March 7 spun around sharply: "When did you even follow us?!"

Walter's expression tightened, then slowly relaxed: "."

"Let him be," Su Lin said.

After all, whatever trouble he causes has nothing to do with him—as long as he doesn't stick around, he won't face moral condemnation.

Su Lin glanced around; everyone had arrived and began touring the various exhibition items inside the Qiong Tower. Fortunately, Zhu Bajie's physical form was massive—so long as Shi Hao controlled his appetite, it was more than sufficient.

Yet Su Lin hadn't expected Ye Fan's business to have expanded so greatly.

"It's astonishing that such a place truly exists," Jingyuan thanked Ye Fan: "The Luofu Immortal Ship will honor its promise—this matter will not be leaked."

"We, Liuguang Yiting, agree to your previous suggestion made to the Trailblazer. We are willing to provide you with Light Cone technology support and accept all Light Cone production orders you submit."

A girl wearing a hood and face mask handed Ye Fan a Light Cone.

On the Light Cone

Nine colossal dragon corpses, as if eternal, lay half-buried atop the mountain peak; beneath them stood a five-colored altar, behind which trailed a twenty-meter-long bronze coffin.

A grown man, resembling Ye Fan's youthful form by seven or eight tenths, gazed at the ancient coffin, surrounded by constantly flashing light and Bagua symbols.

That was a scene Ye Fan would never forget—the beginning of his fate's turning point.

"This technology from Liuguang Yiting can seal memories into light slices for portable carrying; upon use, it enhances all abilities," Ye Fan said, satisfied with the Light Cone, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"Please feel free to browse for now—I'll explain the important notes about this place shortly. If you wish to buy or consign items, use your token for valuation and trade."

"Of course, we will take a certain percentage as commission."

Every tower in Tiancheng has this function; among many business models, the platform model is one of the most profitable.

Tiancheng is essentially such a platform.

One day in Tiancheng is also twenty-four hours; Ye Fan plans to operate externally for twelve hours and internally for twelve hours.

"I feel like that token was sold too cheaply by Ye Fan."

Still, it's fine—Su Lin could enjoy farming and development himself, but if asked to manage commercial competition for ownership of Tiancheng, he'd likely be distracted.

Su Lin wandered alone; as people from various "Realms" arrived, the bustling atmosphere inside the Qiongqi Tower rivaled that of the streets outside, with some already setting up shops and stalls with ease.

"Oh my hair! By the Great God of Light, this is the real deal—a sword forged from the bones of the God of Light!" Long Baobao hawked a pure white longsword radiating intense Light energy to Yan Qing: "Now it's only this price—once you pass this stall, you won't find it again!"

"God of Light"

Yan Qing held up the sword, gazing at it in awe.

Just then, his own sword had been won by the God of Light; this sword clearly wasn't ordinary, and he could exchange it for resources via the General's token—but if he bought it, he'd be eating dirt for the next fifty years.

"Can't help it, I'll give you another discount," Long Baobao crossed her arms and grumbled. "Thank the Heavenly Dragon Long Baobao—this is my first sale ever. Who's grabbing my wings?!"

It struggled, but Su Lin held it like a doll, squeezing and rubbing it in his arms.

"By the Great God of Light, my sword—"

"You dare claim this broken sword was forged from the God of Light's bones?"

"The origin was absorbed by me, but those really were my bones from a past life."

Ignoring Long Baobao's protests, Su Lin, as Yan Qing stared blankly, snapped the sword in two with two fingers, revealing its hollow core.

"Don't buy random stuff from roadside stalls."

Su Lin left, carrying Long Baobao; he had no idea where Chen Nan and the Rogue Dragon had gone, but he'd always wanted to buy this little thing—he just didn't know if Chen Nan would sell it.

"Young Lady, you're a witch, aren't you? I know quite a bit about witches," Rosell smiled at Yi Leina, who wore a soft-pointed magic hat, holding several grimoires and magical artifacts.

"I remember you appeared alongside Zhou Mingrui—I'm his closest friend. As the saying goes, a friend's friend is also a friend."

Yi Leina smiled without warmth. "Mr., if you're not buying anything, please don't disturb me while I read."

Kleen reminded him: "Huang Tao, she's read your diary."

"Hahaha, no problem," Rosell put on a dignified expression; his thin mustache twitched slightly as his lips curled. "You must know that saying—I apologize for the intrusion, but please don't misunderstand—"

Kleen tugged at him. "Huang Tao."

"I'm saying this only to suggest we discuss and exchange ideas about magic," Huang Tao waved the magical book, leaning against the counter. "The Black Emperor's magic stands ready for you—"

Huang Tao's words choked in his throat—not because he didn't want to speak, but because a brilliant blue sword now rested against his neck.

A dark, semi-transparent cloak writhed, and within it, a luminous shadow whispering with all colors murmured by his ear: "Ready to pay?"

Gulu

Huang Tao nodded stiffly.

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