Chapter 126: Clearing Up Misunderstandings and Rejoicing Together, Returning to Cangmang to Refine the Treasure Gourd [4k]

Cangmang Mountain.

Longying Cave at Motian Cliff.

Ao Jiao was waiting listlessly inside the palace where Fang Longye had stayed when he left the Daoist sanctum.

Ever since Fang Longye left, a group of Longnu, including Jinghuan, had taken turns standing guard in this palace every day, so that they could receive him the moment he returned.

"It's been over half a year. Why is Master spending so much time on a trip to the Demon Master Mansion?"

Ao Jiao muttered to herself, though she was not worried about Fang Longye encountering any danger.

Firstly, the blood pact at the center of her brow was enough for her to sense her master's life and death.

Secondly, her Brother Shisan, who might not even recognize her, was right there at the Demon Master Mansion; with his status, he could guarantee everything.

Ao Jiao yawned, rubbed the small bronze hammer in her hand, and focused her mind on refining this divine weapon of hers.

Just at this moment.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong—"

A melodious sound of the Dao rang out within the palace, and the entire palace gave birth to layers upon layers of halos, spreading out in all directions, circle after circle.

Ao Jiao gathered up the small hammer in her hand, looked up toward the front, and her face lit up with joy.

Vast and mighty clouds and mist emerged, rising up like a canopy held high, or like a precious parasol with drooping wings; they were thick like the glaze of ancient porcelain, and their heavy colors permeated the surroundings.

A mottled bronze portal appeared before her.

Then, just as before, the sound of gears turning came, and the portal gradually opened.

Amidst the colorful halos, Fang Longye, Qingli, as well as Peng Mowang and Meng Huai, the four of them appeared in the palace.

"Master~"

Ao Jiao hurried forward and bowed.

"Mm." Fang Longye moved his mind to close the portal, patted her head, and said, "Is everything in the Daoist sanctum alright?"

Ao Jiao's face flushed slightly as she said, "I have not failed Master's trust; everything is well~"

Fang Longye nodded and smiled, signaling her to go notify the others.

Ao Jiao bowed slightly and then withdrew.

"Let's go, my two friends, follow me to see how the scenery of my Cangmang Mountain is~"

"Right! Huntian, you must restrain your Aura; don't startle the subordinates in my Daoist sanctum."

These words were naturally directed at Peng Mowang, as there were quite a few scaled demon subordinates in his Daoist sanctum.

Peng Mowang, who had long since been subdued, naturally agreed repeatedly.

Above the rainbow bridge, they toured along the way.

The mountains were beautiful and embroidered, the vast ocean unrestrained.

Peng Mowang and Meng Huai looked around; the wind and mist were clear and bright, as clean as if washed.

The surrounding scenery was secluded, elegant, and profound; seeing it was refreshing and delightful.

The entire Daoist sanctum was filled with abundant spiritual energy, with purple and green mist rising and falling, and faint mysterious sounds.

"Truly a blessed land of creation!" Meng Huai sighed inwardly, "No wonder this Dragon Lord easily suppressed Brother Huntian on the spot. A person who can create such a place of creation is naturally extraordinary."

Unlike Meng Huai, although Peng Mowang had also sensed the surroundings, he soon cast his gaze upon the demon troops guarding various parts of the Daoist sanctum, his face full of eagerness.

The aura of slaughter overflowed, the sense of iron and blood was intense, and gold and water colors intertwined, revealing various military array phenomena; they were truly elite.

Camps of all sizes were scattered like stars in the sky, covering the ocean.

Every camp was filled with the baleful aura of war, and the horns representing conquest sounded one after another.

Even in this impregnable Daoist sanctum, there was not a moment of relaxation; the murderous intent was pervasive, covering the surroundings, omnipresent.

The forests were lush, the crags had twisting pines, the winding water circled the cliffs, and the waves were crashing.

Tens of thousands of Demon Clan troops were stationed there, their Auras surging to the peak and connecting together.

They connected with the earth energy and water veins of the Daoist sanctum, forming all kinds of Array Restrictions, evolving into a thousand different phenomena.

Looking at these well-trained and orderly demon troops, Peng Mowang's eyes burned with heat, and he thought to himself: "If I had such a demon army, how majestic that would be!"

In fact, both the Demon Master Mansion and Beiming Palace had such demon soldiers, and they were even far more elite than those under Fang Longye.

It was just that, considering he was not yet of age, and especially that his mind was not mature, they had never let him come into contact with them.

Fang Longye did not know what he was thinking; if he had known, he definitely would have given him another beating.

Good heavens, he was blessed but didn't know it. One could tell with their toes that the elite demon army Fang Longye had painstakingly built up was not even one-thousandth as good as the demon soldiers under the Demon Master Mansion.

Not to mention anything else, at the very least, in a power like the Demon Master Mansion, the strength of a common soldier would not be lower than the Immortal Realm.

Unlike the demon army Fang Longye built, where the majority were still at the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Only a small number of true elite Dao Soldiers had Loose Immortals as foot soldiers, Origin Immortals as commanders, and True Immortals as generals.

Green moss piled like blue, white clouds floated like jade.

Stones formed pavilions, and railings were wrapped in vines.

Green vines were under the bright windows, bamboo leaves were before the Cloud Couch; the pines and bamboos were beautiful every year, and the exotic flowers were new every day.

The entire Cangmang Mountain was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and a grand banquet was set to celebrate Fang Longye's return to the mountain.

At the same time, it was also to welcome the guests, Peng Mowang and Meng Huai.

Longying Cave.

Inside a palace.

There were all kinds of jade tables and chairs, with bronze tripods placed on them, and smoke curling up for three feet.

The delicacies on the plates—things that flew in the sky, ran on the ground, and swam in the water—were all available, complete in color, aroma, and taste.

Young and beautiful female demons, some in palace gowns, others in light gauze, with lovely faces and eyebrows like spring mountains, came and went, serving dishes and pouring wine, the faint, ethereal scent of women lingering in the air.

The crowd of demon immortals was happy and carefree.

The former Longxiang Wang, now Longxiang Jiangjun, kept pestering Meng Huai to drink cup after cup.

With Fang Longye acting as a mediator, and after much shedding of tears and a show of carrying thorns to beg for forgiveness, the two had finally cleared the air and set aside their grudges.

In his heart, Longxiang was also filled with gratitude toward Fang Longye; otherwise, he would never have been able to handle Meng Huai, who had hitched his wagon to the Demon Master Mansion, especially since the latter had also acknowledged a high-born elder brother.

The last lingering trace of frustration in his heart at having to submit to Fang Longye's command dissipated then and there.

This was the very purpose of Fang Longye inviting Peng Mowang to be a guest; it would have been a waste not to use him to elevate his own favor in the eyes of his subordinates.

"Brother Huntian, we can consider ourselves friends who met through a fight. Let's have a drink~" Fang Longye raised his bronze wine vessel and gestured toward Peng Mowang.

Upon hearing how Fang Longye addressed him, Peng Mowang was stunned for a moment; one must know that Fang Longye had always called him things like "Little Sparrow."

Having grown accustomed to that over the past half-year, he truly felt a bit unaccustomed to hearing the address "Brother Huntian."

He raised his wine vessel and drank with Fang Longye, which also counted as clearing the air.

Watching Peng Mowang, who had become lively again and was no longer depressed, instead seeking out his own True Immortal subordinates to toast and chat, a smile spread across the corners of Fang Longye's mouth.

"This is very good. After more than half a year of molding and shaping, this future Huntian Great Sage has finally been tamed into my little brother."

His eyes moved slightly, filled with a smile.

As someone who had quite a bit of entanglement with Demon Master Kunpeng, he naturally could not deal a heavy hand to Peng Mowang.

Yet, this lucky fellow Peng Mowang had immense potential. Since he could not be an enemy, he could only be a friend.

However, when facing this kind of arrogant top-tier second-generation, one naturally had to grind down his temperament properly.

Otherwise, Fang Longye would have shown him goodwill as early as half a year ago.

Now, the effect was quite good, wasn't it?

"Brother Fang, I am truly convinced by you. No wonder you were able to form a karmic connection with my Father God!"

"I was foolish before, and now I will punish myself with three cups. I hope Brother Fang will forgive my unruly behavior."

Peng Mowang, drunk, came before Fang Longye in a bashful manner to offer an apology.

"Good!" Fang Longye raised his wine vessel and drank three cups with him, "I also had my share of excessive actions, so I will accept you as my little brother."

"In the future, feel free to come to Cangmang Mountain to visit often. If there is anything you need help with, just ask!"

"Brother Fang, you really are a good person!" Peng Mowang was already somewhat tipsy, and he said gratefully with a wide mouth. "Young Master, Your Highness Huntian, is that apology mentioned earlier still valid?"

Qingli, who was attending to Fang Longye at his side, moved her eyes slightly, feigning dissatisfaction, and pouted her little mouth as she said in a coquettish voice.

This was a future Xiantian Shengsheng! She had already thought about the two batches of feathers owed; she would pluck a batch from a Xiantian Shengsheng.

With this Great Peng's background, it was not impossible for him to achieve the status of Xiantian Shengsheng, and by then, she could harvest another batch.

A Xiantian Shengsheng! Plucking a single hair would be a rare treasure~ "Valid, how could it not be valid!" Before Fang Longye could open his mouth to reply, Peng Mowang heard Qingli's question and immediately patted his chest, speaking hurriedly.

"A gentleman's word is his bond. I am His Highness Huntian, the famous Peng Mowang. My word is law, I will never go back on it!"

"Good!" Qingli said coquettishly, "His Highness Huntian is indeed magnanimous! You are worthy of being a hero of our Demon Clan. It was this little woman who misjudged a gentleman!"

"Come, I will also toast you a cup to express my apologies." Qingli raised her wine vessel and drank it in one gulp.

"Not bad! Miss Qingli is indeed the person of my good brother, so free and easy! I'll follow suit~"

Peng Mowang laughed loudly, pouring cup after cup into his belly.

He swept away the depression of the past half-year.

The cups and plates were in disarray, and they drank and chatted happily, a scene of great liveliness.

Jagged rocks and twisted pines, winding water circling the cliff.

A Treasure Pavilion sat between the cliffs, surrounded by lush greenery, appearing and disappearing among the pines and bamboos.

In the center of the room was a pool of clear water, with a spring gushing several feet high, scattering thousands of pearl-like dewdrops that struck the pool walls with a tinkling sound.

The entire hall was decorated magnificently, with a coral tree suspended in the air, presenting a beautiful glazed jade color.

It was crystal clear, and as it mingled with the smoke rising from the large bronze tripod, it turned a blue-white, looking absolutely beautiful.

Fang Longye stood before the pool, his tall and straight figure reflected in it, looking around with a smile on his face.

"This shouldn't lack in prestige, right?"

Previously, after using the token to teleport directly to the Demon Master Mansion, he had left a spatial mark at that location.

This was why the spatial channel he opened when returning still led to that original palace.

In Fang Longye's eyes, this was naturally very annoying.

After all, he would certainly be in contact with people from the Demon Master Mansion many times. It was not good to teleport directly into his inner residence every time he traveled back and forth.

Thus, after sending off Peng Mowang and Meng Huai, who had lingered for many days, Fang Longye first erased the spatial mark left by the Fangzhu Token.

Then, he specifically built this Treasure Pavilion on a mountain of treasures near the Longyuan River.

From now on, he intended to conduct his travels to and from the Demon Master Mansion specifically from this location.

In this way, outsiders he brought with him would not be teleported directly into Cangmang Mountain.

Of course, if he did not intend to bring outsiders back, it naturally did not matter; he could open a channel to the Demon Master Mansion from anywhere.

Strictly speaking, this Fangzhu Token was equivalent to giving the Yaofang Master a means to escape.

This was also a hidden benefit of being the Yaofang Master.

Fang Longye scanned the layout of the surroundings, satisfied with everything. He immediately walked out of the Treasure Pavilion.

With a single leap, he crossed tens of thousands of miles and returned to Motian Cliff on Cangmang Mountain.

Looking at the sea of clouds before him, he paced into Longying Cave, preparing to upgrade his own treasure gourd.

A secret chamber.

Above the Yuding, green smoke rose, and the fragrance permeated the surroundings.

Fang Longye sat upright on the Cloud Couch and took out the "Primordial One Qi Taiqing Divine Talisman" he had long since traded for from the exclusive space of the Equivalent Balance.

Profound, ancient, powerful, and vibrant.

This was his first impression after coming into contact with this divine talisman.

It was of a cyan-white jade quality, emitting five-colored rays of light.

Without even activating it, Fang Longye could feel the heavy, substantial power within.

It was the anchor for the Two Instruments Weichen Array.

He hesitated somewhat; originally, his idea was to use this divine talisman, which was a talisman treasure in its own right, as resources to let his gourd devour it, absorb the Dao essence and Dharma principles within, and leap to a higher level.

But after seeing the actual object, he felt a bit reluctant.

The power within this divine talisman alone could rival a perfect-grade Superior Spiritual Treasure.

In his view, using this anchor object to set up the Two Instruments Weichen Array was the true purpose of this divine talisman.

"So be it! Merely engraving this divine talisman, along with the Array Restriction of the Two Instruments Weichen Array, is enough to make my treasure gourd leap in grade."

In Fang Longye's eyes, sharp glints leaped like thunderbolts, revealing his edge.

Since he had made his decision, he naturally no longer hesitated.

He immediately manifested his primordial spirit celebration cloud above his head, with a multitude of Spirit Treasures floating within it.

With a thought, a Red Jade Gourd descended gently and was caught by his reaching hand.

Its entire body was entwined with coiled dragon patterns, the texture ancient and grand, radiating seven-colored rays of light.

Without needing to be manipulated, just by resting quietly in his hand, it spontaneously stirred the surrounding Aura into a mist, accompanied by bursts of mysterious sounds.

Fang Longye probed his mind into the gourd, using his mind as a brush to engrave the "Primordial One Qi Taiqing Divine Talisman" stroke by stroke onto the inner wall of the gourd's mouth.

The Dao essence swirled, vast and free, reflecting and enhancing the "Taiji Divine Talisman" that suppressed everything inside the gourd.

This was not the end.

Fang Longye steadied his mind and first infused the many talismans that the treasure gourd had not yet accommodated.

He watched as seven-colored mist swirled inside the gourd, with Yin-Yang Fish appearing to suppress everything.

Layers of Post-Heaven Divine Prohibition were generated, pushing the grade of the treasure gourd to the peak of a Mid-Grade Post-Heaven Spirit Treasure.

He let out a breath and began to carefully engrave the Array Restriction of the "Two Instruments Weichen Array" onto the inner wall of the treasure gourd, stroke by stroke.

Hum, hum, hum—

The entire gourd lit up with brilliant divine radiance, swirling with seven colors, filled with Divine Light, and adorned with auspicious clouds.

A powerful Aura spontaneously overflowed, suppressing everything.

As the final stroke was completed, the momentum of the treasure gourd stalled.

"Crack!"

The gourd body revealed layers of cracks, as if it were about to split open and shatter into pieces at any moment.

Divine light poured out from within the gourd, shooting in all directions.

Fortunately, as the gourd continuously absorbed the added Dao essence and extracted the Dharma principles within, its material gradually strengthened, and the cracks continuously healed.

In the end, the cracks vanished, and the gourd body became whole again, without the slightest trace of damage, as if the previous situation had been nothing but an illusion.

The material of the entire gourd had achieved long-term progress under the tempering of the Dao essence.

Even if he simply used it to smash someone, throwing it lightly would be enough to kill a True Immortal without any problem.

A short while later.

A burst of divine sound resonated, like the divine sound of the universe's creation, intoxicating to the listener.

The Red Jade Gourd, hovering in the void, swayed and danced, with an overwhelming Aura permeating the area.

With a thought from Fang Longye, the treasure gourd immediately retracted its Aura and spun around him, joyful as a bird dancing.

Finally, it landed in his palm.

Examining it closely, its appearance had barely changed, save for some tiny patterns that formed a Taiji Yin-Yang Fish design on the gourd body.

Fang Longye probed his mind inside and saw the Yin-Yang Fish slowly rotating, with countless rays of light flashing around it, containing the meaning of the universe's birth and destruction.

This was the miraculous effect of the Two Instruments Weichen Array.

Thirty-two layers of Post-Heaven Divine Prohibition far exceeded Fang Longye's expectations.

"With the current power of this treasure, if that demon immortal named Liu Xiang were to enter, I fear he would find it hard to escape the calamity of death!"

Fang Longye smiled; it was worth the painstaking effort he had spent searching for various resources to promote the treasure gourd.

Today's chapter~

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