Chapter 287: Junshan Xiaoxiang Sect, The Banquet of Flowing Water and Floating Cups

Junshan, anciently known as Dongting Mountain, Xiang Mountain, or Youyuan Mountain, is an Immortal Island within Dongting Lake, not large in area, spanning no more than tens of thousands of miles in length and breadth.

If one only looks at the miniature version manifested in the present world, it is even smaller.

It is composed of seventy-two peaks of varying sizes, and in the world of Fang Longye's past life, it was ranked as the eleventh Blessed Land under Heaven.

"Dongting Mountain floats upon the water; beneath it are hundreds of golden halls where jade maidens dwell, and the sounds of metal, stone, silk, and bamboo are heard throughout the four seasons, reaching the mountain's peak."

Later, because the mortal remains of the two consorts of the Human Race's Emperor Shun, Ehuang and Nvying, were buried here, Qu Yuan referred to them in the "Nine Songs" as Lady Xiang and the Lady of the Xiang.

Thus, later generations renamed this mountain Junshan.

Fang Longye had long heard of the name of Junshan. He just had not expected that, having been in a hurry to escape from that Secret Realm, he had randomly sought out a spatial node and ended up landing directly in this Blessed Land.

"Fortunately, this Blessed Land has not been claimed as the private property of any one family; it belongs to a state of being open to the public, not restricting outsiders from coming here."

"Otherwise, there would have been unnecessary conflicts!"

At this moment, Fang Longye had already finished resting and was sitting upright on a large bluestone at the peak of a mountain, gazing out at the waters of Dongting.

"Come to think of it, my calculations were truly correct."

Fang Longye thought to himself.

It was indeed a case of having a scare but no danger.

"It's just that I'm a bit unlucky! To have actually arrived at Dongting Lake~"

He had not forgotten that Long Xuan, with whom he had a conflict, hailed from the Dongting Dragon Palace.

Now that he had arrived on her home turf, if she were to discover him, there was no telling what kind of trouble she would cause him!

He was certainly confident that he could beat that little wench. But the key was that this was Dongting Lake!

If you beat the young one, you are bound to provoke the old one.

Fang Longye still had a good sense of self-awareness.

Even with several Supreme Spiritual Treasures in his hands, he did not think he could take on a Taiyi Golden Immortal like the Dongting Dragon King.

Especially since he had learned quite a bit of information about the Dongting Dragon King from the Jinghe Dragon King, and he knew well that the Dongting Dragon King's foundation was unfathomable.

"Fortunately, the moment I discovered I had arrived at Dongting Lake, I used 'Fetal Transformation' to change my identity."

As one could see, he was no longer his original self, but wore an unfamiliar face.

Not only his appearance, but his temperament was also vastly different.

Gone was the nobility and dominance unique to the Dragon Clan, along with the fierce aura he usually carried; the whole person had become much gentler, truly as mild as jade.

His features were also much more youthful.

He looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.

In a tattered blue robe, with a delicate and handsome appearance, he looked like a charming little scholar in the eyes of mortals.

In the eyes of those fairy maidens, he was merely a harmless, half-grown immortal child, looking quite delectable.

"I wonder if this appearance of mine can attract the fairies of the Xiaoxiang Sect~"

The Xiaoxiang Sect is a sect established upon the legacy of Ehuang and Nvying, and the sect consists entirely of female immortals.

It is precisely the master of this Blessed Land of Junshan.

Previously, he had thought that since he was here, he would make the best of it, and after changing his form, he had intended to find a few stalks of Xiaoxiang Spotted Bamboo that grew because of Ehuang and Nvying.

It would be good for decorating his own Daoist temple in the future.

Who would have known that in the territory of Junshan, this world-renowned Xiaoxiang Spotted Bamboo had all been collected by the Xiaoxiang Sect.

It was not impossible for an ordinary person to ask for some. As long as one was a person of great merit, the Xiaoxiang Sect would freely offer these rare spiritual items.

They would even add a gift on top of that.

But when Fang Longye went to pay his respects to the mountain, the female immortal guarding the gate politely declined.

She said that the sect was currently hosting friends for a poetry gathering and was not seeing outside guests.

Especially male guests.

If that were truly the case, he would have let it go.

He was not incapable of understanding that.

But he had clearly seen many scholars enter the Xiaoxiang Sect, yet he was the only one who had been blocked.

It was only because the appearance he had assumed at the time was that of a strapping man, and that gate-guarding fairy had unceremoniously turned him away! Was this not discrimination? When had he, Fang, ever suffered such indignity? Truly, this was unbearable.

Therefore, Fang Longye had transformed into the appearance of a handsome little scholar immortal child, intending to sneak into the Xiaoxiang Sect. He would give these female immortals a profound lesson, letting them know that one should not judge a book by its cover.

"Heh heh! Fairies~ don't blame me, Fang, in the future. At first, I didn't intend to do anything to you."

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Fang Longye's mouth; beneath his delicate and handsome exterior, there was no sign of malice, and he even appeared somewhat cute.

Who told you to pique my interest?

Come to think of it~ this Xiaoxiang Sect can be considered to have obtained the legacy of Emperor Shun in a roundabout way. And he, Fang, possesses the 'Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon', so he can also be considered to have obtained the legacy of the Yellow Emperor.

We are all one family, how can we not get close? ……

After tidying everything up, Fang Longye flipped his palm to reveal a crystal-clear jade clapper.

While playing the clapper, he sang: "Hanging on the cliff, the pine leans withered; falling in the sunset, the lone wild duck flies in unison. Surrounded by endless mountains, gazing at boundless water. The west wind scatters the autumn mood across the sky. In the quiet night, the cloud-sail and moon-shadow are low, carrying me into a Xiaoxiang painting."

His voice was crisp and sounded quite pleasant.

The tune was also very melodious.

It was him cosplaying the image of Lan Caihe from his memories. Of course, it was just for reference.

This singing was loud and clear, spreading in all directions, and soon attracted the attention of the female immortals gathering in the Xiaoxiang Sect.

Xiaoxiang Sect, Spotted Bamboo Forest.

A small bluestone path wound and twisted, and all around were straight, thick purple-black spotted bamboos, standing proudly.

The daylight fell between the branches and leaves like clusters of clouds and mist; there were tear-like spots on the bamboo, colored like blood, shaped like jade pendants or gemstones, glowing with a crimson radiance.

Clouds and mist swirled, crimson light glimmered, and there was a vast, ancient charm that drifted and enveloped the area, making one feel enchanted.

Deep within this bamboo forest, where a small stream gurgled, many female immortals sat upright on bamboo mats, and some invited mortal scholars were also seated on the ground.

They chatted and laughed with wit, cups and goblets passing between them.

It was a scene of a Curved Water Flowing Cup.

At this moment, a song drifted over, and everyone was taken aback.

The leading female immortal in green robes, upon hearing Fang Longye's singing, had a flash in her eyes and smiled: "I never expected that a strange guest would come to Junshan today."

"Xiaohan, go and invite this fellow Daoist to come over for a chat."

"Yes, Sect Master."

A female immortal dressed in a water-lotus patterned garment rose to accept the order, and with a flash of light, she headed outside the mountain gate.

Not long after, she led a delicate and handsome youth back to this grove of spotted bamboo.

The person who arrived was none other than Fang Longye, who had changed his form.

"Whoa—there are actually so many Xiaoxiang Spotted Bamboo here." Fang Longye clicked his tongue in secret.

One must know that this Xiaoxiang Spotted Bamboo was transformed from the legacy of the two consorts of Shun, and it is quite a fine spiritual object.

It can be considered a type of Post-Heaven Spiritual Root.

A single segment could be refined into a decent Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure.

And walking along the way, the eyes were filled with Xiaoxiang Spotted Bamboo, numbering in the thousands and tens of thousands. I fear that half of the Xiaoxiang Spotted Bamboo in the Honghuang are all here.

Thinking of this point, Fang Longye's original intention to pick flowers and steal jade faded away.

For no other reason, being able to have so many Xiaoxiang Spotted Bamboo only proves that this Xiaoxiang Sect is not simple.

Even if the Xiaoxiang Sect's own strength is not much, there must be a big shot backing them.

In fact, the mere fact that the Xiaoxiang Sect could gather all the Xiaoxiang Spotted Bamboo on Junshan already proves its complexity.

"Damn! So what is wrong with me?" Fang Longye felt something was not quite right at this moment.

Such an important point, why hadn't he thought of it before? And according to his original temperament, there was no way he would act so recklessly.

Especially when it was just to compete for a moment of pride.

His primordial spirit hung high in his sea of consciousness, and the Profound Spirit Dunjia rotated ceaselessly, yet he could not discover any abnormalities.

Could it be that I really just had a momentary lapse in judgment? Doubts arose in Fang Longye's heart.

At this time, Fang Longye had already followed Xiaohan to the depths of the bamboo forest.

He had no choice but to temporarily set aside the various thoughts that had arisen in his mind.

He began to exchange greetings with the fellow Daoists at the banquet. (End of this chapter)