Chapter 138: The Foundation of the Yuanyang Sect, the Pure Love Faction is Furious

Wisps of clouds drift, like dancing cotton wool.

As they fly along, the old beggar holds his Wine Gourd, sipping his little wine with carefree ease.

Intoxicated, he says, "You want to ask me what good show there is to see? Hehehe... as the saying goes, a dog cannot change its habit of eating dung."

"A person's habits are not so easily changed. With such opportunities, this Qin Shou naturally became even worse after becoming an immortal."

He chuckled, "Speaking of which, this Qin Shou is truly a genius in some respects. Relying on the Dual Cultivation techniques he obtained, he actually created some supernatural Dharma spells in this area, which have quite miraculous effects."

"Often, with a casual display, he can bewitch those female immortals to the point of obsession. Originally, this would be nothing, but the key is that this Qin Shou also has endless strange habits, specializing in seducing virtuous women."

"His two well-known Golden Immortal Dao companions were obtained by seducing the beloved wives of others. They would kill their husbands and abandon their children just to follow by his side."

"But if you walk by the river often, how can you not get your shoes wet? That said, relying on his own potential and those strange supernatural powers, he was indeed invincible in this regard. But in the end, he still provoked someone he shouldn't have."

"Now, the Heavenly Court has dispatched troops and generals, just to eradicate this scourge! How can one not watch such a good show up close?"

Fang Longye suddenly understood, lost in thought.

I fear that within this, all the various elements of a certain type of literature from my past life are about to be complete.

Seeing Fang Longye perk up his ears and listen intently, the old beggar laughed strangely: "What? After hearing this, are you very envious? You must be quite yearning for the moves he has mastered, right?"

Fang Longye smiled sheepishly. Hehehe, what normal man wouldn't yearn for such miraculous techniques?

Just being a homewrecker to the point of causing the Heavenly Court to send troops to exterminate him—what man wouldn't admire that?

Seeing Fang Longye's tacit admission, the old beggar gave a strange laugh and stared at Fang Longye, looking him up and down until he felt a chill in his heart.

"Senior...?"

The old beggar let out a strange laugh and said, "Nothing. I just thought of some funny things."

Although he avoided speaking of it, Fang Longye could tell with his toes that this old man definitely harbored impure fantasies.

Amidst laughter and talk, Fang Longye and his group traveled and stopped, sometimes riding clouds to roam, sometimes disguised as mortals.

After spending more than a month, they finally followed the crowd, joining the many mortal groups attempting to join the Yuanyang Sect, and arrived at the location of the Yuanyang Sect's mountain gate.

Not mingling among them, Fang Longye and his group stood above the clouds, hidden by layers of mist, observing this treasure mountain not far away.

The formation retracted, and the mountain gate opened wide.

Looking from afar, one could see layers of halls and pavilions, stacked corridors and rooms. Towering clouds of ten thousand colors drifted, and brilliant red mists swirled.

It was truly a scene of an Immortal realm, stirring the fiery gazes of the mortals.

Divine Light overflowed and auspicious vapors gathered in layers, perfectly matching the mortals' imagination of an Immortal land.

Within the entire Immortal mountain Blessed Land, red-well treasure springs surged with spiritual energy, spraying high and falling back, like clear, beaded strings, wispy and fine.

Like a Necklace Canopy, or like frost piled on a jade tree, some a thousand feet high, others an inch, some high and some low, shining with light.

No matter how one looked at it, it did not look like a place of Demons, without the slightest trace of evil.

Everything looked so beautiful.

"Hmm, it's still early, the good show hasn't started yet. Let's find a good place and watch the show quietly," the old beggar said lazily, picking his nose and flicking it away.

After speaking, he fumbled in his bosom, took out a Painting Scroll, and tossed it into the void.

Above the firmament, clear light tilted, and within the clouds, a Treasure Map emerged, square and rectangular, moving with the wind, silent and soundless.

It did not disturb anything in the slightest.

The Treasure Map hung in the air, bamboo obscuring the moon, leaking light that was sparse like winter snow, or like frost-sand in a deep ravine, clear and flawless, unstained by the mortal world.

In the Treasure Map, bamboo and rocks were shaded, with ponds and misty willows, a small table, stone stools, a wooden stand...

Various rockeries dotted the scene, spiritual springs surged, and flying streams flowed. The entire picture was exceptionally exquisite and beautiful.

From time to time, brocade scales leaped out from the springs, gracefully stretching their bodies in mid-air.

Under the reflection of the sky and water, the golden scales were like gold, dazzling and eye-catching.

Looking closely, the brocade scales held various miniature musical instruments in their mouths.

As they leaped out or fell, they played Immortal music, continuous and connected, sometimes crisp, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes slow, with a unique charm.

Looking at it, it made one feel refreshed and happy.

Qingli and Ao Ying looked at the old beggar, this high-level senior in disguise, with strange expressions.

There was no help for it; such a fresh, elegant, and magnificent Treasure Map was truly incredibly incongruous with the sloppy, dirty, ugly, and hunchbacked old beggar before them.

"Spiritual energy transformation."

Fang Longye was not interested in this magnificent scene; he merely lowered his eyelids, his gaze bright, taking the scene into his mind and feeding it back to his primordial spirit, immediately seeing through the reality.

These ponds, misty willows, springs, and koi were all transformed by the Dao Rhyme and spiritual energy within this Treasure Map, existing in a state of being both virtual and real.

Of course, as long as the owner of this Treasure Map wished, these scenes could all become real.

Even those koi, if they wanted to jump out of the Treasure Map and become real, living beings, it would only take a single thought from the owner of the Treasure Map.

"What are you still dazed for? Hurry and come in~" The old beggar stepped inside, lazily half-lying on an exquisite soft couch beside the stone table, beckoning to the three of them who were momentarily stunned.

Fang Longye came back to his senses and immediately took Qingli and Ao Ying into the Treasure Map.

They sat around the stone table and looked at the Yuanyang Sect mountain gate outside.

Remembering the autumn colors at dusk, the mountains and rivers were like washed, the clear sky stretching for a thousand miles.

A crimson color permeated down, adding three parts of allure and grace. Within the mountains, the road was winding and curved, meandering in a circle, with only a wooden ladder suspended in the air.

Along the way, vines were green and pines were verdant, branches and leaves were thick, clouds and water formed steps, and the sound of springs echoed with the cries of apes in the distance.

Walking on it, one looked down at the deep valleys and ridges, looked straight at the lush vegetation, and looked up at the surging sea of clouds.

A group of mortals visiting the mountain walked on it in groups, crowding one another.

Trembling with fear, swaying unsteadily.

From time to time, someone would scream and fall directly from the wooden ladder climbing the mountain, turning into a pool of flesh and blood.

The remaining mortals, although terrified, faced with the Immortal fate right before their eyes, each tried their best to stabilize their minds and continued to climb on the wooden ladder.

Fang Longye's gaze was bright and piercing as he surveyed the mountaintop, waiting for those mortal disciples of the Yuanyang Sect who had passed the first round of trials.

His expression twitched; there was no other reason than that these Yuanyang Sect disciples, already ranked among the Immortal Realm, were one more unsightly than the last.

He saw that at the top of this mountain, in the void above the plaza, five-colored clouds draped down from above, impossibly high.

Looking closely, there were nine tiers in total, with colorful clouds lingering and wandering about, layered like a staircase, interlaced with halos and shining brilliantly.

On this exceptionally magnificent Cloud Ladder, each tier had a dozen or so immortals either sitting or standing.

It was just that these immortals were one more disgusting to look at than the last.

There were those with sores on their faces, those with pus oozing from their bodies, those with bald, mangy heads, those with crooked mouths and buckteeth, those with hunched backs, those with crippled legs...

They were of every variety, each ugly in their own unique way, each challenging the lower limits of human appearance more than the last.

Besides this, these Yuanyang Sect disciples were mostly filthy old men covered in grime.

Yet, these foul old men, ugly to the point of breaking human limits, were each surrounded by beautiful palace maids who gazed at these "human-shaped objects" with infatuation and love, their faces full of smiles.

Beauty and the Beast was not enough to describe the sky-high incompatibility between the two.

Damn it! Seeing this scene, an old glob of phlegm stuck in Fang Longye's throat, and he had to spit it out~ "You see it now, this is what they call the Yuanyang Sect disciples. You could say that handsome young men should not enter this gate."

The old beggar leaned on his soft couch and said lazily.

Looking at these nauseating old men, Fang Longye inexplicably remembered that Great Joy Bodhisattva from the ancient martial arts novels of his past life; what she did not have, she would not allow others to possess.

They even took ugliness for beauty and beauty for ugliness, turning black and white upside down.

"Don't look at all these mortals down below. Except for those who are old and ugly, or old men as handsome as me, who can truly enter the sect, the rest are lucky if they get to be servants."

Immediately, the old beggar pointed at Fang Longye and teased: "Take you, for example, a young master type like you, hehe, Juyang Laoxian hates that the most."

"If you were just a silver-tipped pewter spearhead, that would be one thing. But if you were also gifted with talent, hehe, you would definitely be castrated and made into a servant to be humiliated in every way."

Bang—

Fang Longye slapped the table, filled with righteous indignation: "Demonic path, everyone should join in to eliminate them!"

If they were just acting like Cao Cao, that would be one thing. The key was that all of this was simply disgusting and an eyesore.

Damn it, the type of adult film he found most disgusting in his past life was that kind of 'old man's joy'! Especially since this old bastard was ugly himself, and instead of blaming his parents, he took revenge on handsome men.

Truly damnable!

The old beggar tossed another Spirit Date into his mouth and said irritably: "Enough! If you really want to go up there, I won't stop you~"

"Look, the exit to the Treasure Map is right there, go on up~"

Fang Longye turned his head toward this senior expert and chuckled, "Isn't it because I heard you, Senior, say there was a good show to watch!"

"The protagonist from the Heavenly Court side hasn't even appeared yet, how could I bear to spoil your interest, Senior?"

But just cursing a couple of times, surely no one would take it seriously, right?

He, Fang Longye, was not stupid; not to mention whether he could beat Qin Shou, who was the protagonist of some genre novel.

Even if he could contend with him, two fists were no match for four hands. He hadn't forgotten that this old bastard had two Golden Immortal lovers.

Even if he, a True Immortal, were strong, could he really withstand the siege of three Golden Immortals?

"Woo woo woo—"

Just as Fang Longye's flattering words faded, a vast and ancient horn sound came from his ears, continuous and shaking the surroundings.

"Clang clang clang—"

"Dong dong dong—"

Outside the Treasure Map, the sound of bells and drums rang out, permeated with a thick, murderous aura.

Fang Longye looked outside the Treasure Map and saw thunder filling the sky, exploding above the Yuanyang Sect mountain gate.

One after another, astonishing arcs of light filled the sky and earth, containing majestic heavenly might, illuminating all directions.

In the void, ten thousand golden lights permeated, gathering into lines, crisscrossing and shooting back and forth.

They combined into a Heavenly Net, impenetrable by wind or rain. An inexplicable power flowed within, sealing off all directions.

A hazy, clear radiance sprinkled down, and all the mortals on the mountain were swept up and disappeared.

The previously bustling Yuanyang Sect mountain grounds instantly became cold and desolate.

Inside the Treasure Map, there was no impact. The old beggar picked up his Wine Gourd and took a light sip.

Then, he laughed and said: "You brat, your mouth is really accurate. Look~ the protagonist has arrived!"

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(End of chapter)