Chapter 327: The Honghu World: Returning to the Daoist Temple

A world transformed from a Honghu.

In a corner of the southeast, a Blessed Land of Mount Ling stands tall; halfway up the mountain, it is filled with pavilions and towers.

With curtains rolled against the west wind and paths shaded by parasol trees, amidst the sparse bamboo, the green stones are as if washed clean, quiet and charming.

Under the daylight, one can see that among the pavilions and towers, there are mostly auspicious clouds of five colors, a thousand types of propitious Qi, and lotus flowers blooming slowly, possessing a transcendent and refined air of the Xuanmen Immortal Dao.

A short while later,

Only a clear, resonant cry was heard, and an immortal bird resembling a Peng came from the extreme sky, paused abruptly, and transformed into a handsome youth.

One could see he wore an Imperial Crown, with dense divine light behind him like spread wings, exuding a murderous aura, reflecting the golden hue between his brows; his appearance was peerless.

"The Minghua Sect, a minor sect of the lower realm, I am a Heavenly Envoy of the Donghua Domain, why have you not come out to kneel and pay homage yet!"

Before this handsome youth had even reached the mountain gate of the Minghua Sect, he was already acting in an imperious manner, ordering people about with great arrogance.

Soon, a group of cultivators with varying temperaments escaped from this Blessed Land of Mount Ling.

"Minor cultivators of the lower realm, we greet the Heavenly Envoy!"

Dressed as Daoists, they lacked the backbone of the Qi Refiners of the Xuanmen Immortal Dao in the Earth Immortal Realm; after exiting the mountain gate, they scrambled to kneel on the ground one after another.

They knocked their heads like garlic, kowtowing repeatedly.

Seeing this, the youth could not help but sneer and say: "Enough! Spare me that—hand over the tribute for this epoch from your sect!"

The leader of this group of cultivators hurriedly stood up, took out an exquisite brocade pouch, held it above his head, and with a hunched back, trotted in small steps to the front of the youth and knelt down.

Although his beard and eyebrows were frost-white and he had the appearance of an old divine immortal by Honghuang standards, in front of this youth, he wore a fawning face, devoid of any immortal air or backbone.

The handsome youth curled his lips, pointed a finger, and took the brocade pouch into his hand.

After taking a look and counting the contents, he nodded in satisfaction and said in a kind tone: "Not bad, your Minghua Sect has not been trying to cheat or slack off~"

Seeing this, the old man fawned: "Serving the Heavenly Clan is naturally something we do with all our heart and strength. Envoy, would you like to rest at our humble sect for a while? Our sect has specially prepared a pair of jade maidens for you,..."

Bang! Before the old man could finish, he was struck by a wave of the youth's sleeve and sent flying against his own mountain gate.

"Hmph! A bunch of lowly clans, having luckily gained some cultivation, yet you don't know your own worth? What kind of bullshit jade maidens? Are they worthy of being enjoyed by me?"

"Do you want to defile my noble Bloodline?"

The youth's face was livid as he looked down at the cultivators at his feet and laughed coldly.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with these people; it was only because of some self-debased dregs in the clan that the reputation of the Heavenly Clan was ruined~

After a round of scolding, the youth suddenly leaped up, spread his wings, and vanished into the extreme sky, leaving behind only a lingering warning.

"Do your work well, and walk less on crooked paths; if there is any deficiency in the tribute for the next epoch, I will not be lenient!"

After the youth left, the old man, who had previously worn a fawning face, changed his expression instantly; although his mouth was still bleeding and he looked miserable, the servile, bootlicking air was gone.

He looked up at the firmament, full of hatred, and said: "Heavenly Clan!"

"Interesting~"

A young Daoist of the Minghua Sect, carrying an ancient pine-patterned sword, had a flash of strange color in his eyes, which quickly faded, returning to his previous state.

No one noticed.

It was a thought of Fang Longye, occupying the body of this Daoist, turning it into something like an incarnation.

"This world," Fang Longye's thoughts fluctuated, "is truly small but complete in every detail!"

As expected of a world transformed from the remains of a Honghu, the operation of heaven and earth is naturally biased toward the Feathered Tribe.

The Feathered Tribe, which has already fallen to the level of the Demon Clan in the outside world, has become high and mighty and insufferably arrogant in this world.

Heavenly Clan—look at the name this handsome youth uses for his own clan; even at the peak of the Wu and Demon clans, they only called themselves the God Clan.

Taking 'Heaven' as their name shows just how proud the Feathered Tribe of this world is.

This handsome youth even looked down on the beauties the Minghua Sect had painstakingly prepared to serve him, feeling that even being close to them would defile his own Bloodline.

All things are inferior, only the Heavenly Clan is supreme and noble.

But then again, who let this world be transformed from the remains of that Honghu!

The Feathered Tribe really are the so-called 'Celestial Dragons'; it is no exaggeration for them to call themselves the Heavenly Clan.

However,

It is, after all, only a Middle Thousand World, and the development and trajectory of the world's fate are still influenced by the Honghuang world.

Although Fang Longye is only a thought at this moment, his essence is ultimately that of a Taiyi, so he can still faintly perceive Heavenly Secrets and see the future direction of this world.

It is nothing more than the drama of exploitation and counter-exploitation, oppression and counter-oppression~ Don't look at how the Heavenly Clan is innately powerful now, favored by heaven and earth, occupying the best resources of this world since birth.

They have even established a Heavenly Court, ruling over the Four Seas and the wilderness, high and mighty.

Qi Refiners, similar to those of the Xuanmen Immortal Dao, are not eye-catching at all now, and even have to be servile when facing a small, bullshit Heavenly Envoy.

But a single spark can start a prairie fire.

The seeds of hatred have already been sown; this lineage of Qi Refiners will sooner or later raise the banner of rebellion and overthrow the rule of the Heavenly Clan.

It can be said that the decline of the Heavenly Clan is already a foregone conclusion.

There is no other reason, only that the mainstream of the outside Honghuang is the so-called Xuanmen Immortal Dao, not various clans that define nobility by Bloodline.

If this world had a master, it would be a different story.

With a World Master, one could naturally adjust the trajectory of the world's development, operating according to one's own will, unaffected by the Honghuang macro-universe.

Like in Beiju Luzhou, some worlds used by Taiyi of the Demon Clan to raise the Human Race remain unchanged for ten thousand years, with the Demon Clan forever high and mighty.

The Human Race wouldn't even have the thought of resisting, born seeing themselves as pigs and dogs. Because the World Master has already taken control of everything.

Unless the Taiyi of the Demon Clan who opened such a world falls, there will be no change even at the end of the world.

But who let this world not be opened by someone, but merely transformed from the remains of a Honghu?

Although it is biased toward the Feathered Tribe everywhere, without a true World Master, it can only trend toward the past trajectory of the outside Honghuang.

"However, this has nothing to do with me."

It will probably take forever for this world to develop to the point where Qi Refiners suppress the so-called Heavenly Clan. He has no interest in playing house.

If not for being a newcomer who needed to understand the true situation of this world, he would never have wasted his power like this.

One must know that the avatar he had entered this world with—that Divine Egg—was currently in the stage of having its destiny forged into something extraordinary.

It was growing stronger with every passing moment.

This was because he had not only extracted the essence blood of that luan bird to refine his avatar, but had also extracted a wisp of Aura from the Daluo Phoenix Feather she possessed and fused it into that Divine Egg.

Therefore, in the eyes of this world's World Will, the avatar gestated by this Divine Egg was more of a "Child of the World" than even a true Child of the World.

The origin of the world was being poured into his avatar as if it were worthless.

By the time he truly emerged and adapted slightly, he probably wouldn't even need to coordinate from the inside and outside with his true self as originally planned; this avatar alone would be enough to sweep across this world.

By then, all the treasures left behind in this world by that Honghu at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, along with the entire Middle Thousand World itself, would all be his for the taking.

... Outside the Honghu Realm.

Fang Longye opened his eyes; his pupils were brilliant and dazzling, looking brand new, as if stars were shining within them.

"Very good, much better than I expected. Now, all that's left is to wait for the flowers to bloom~"

He could sense that his avatar was sleeping in the mysterious depths of the world before him, continuously seizing the origin bestowed by the world and constantly strengthening itself.

"No need to keep guarding here, then~"

A smile appeared in Fang Longye's eyes, his brows raised; he was clearly in a very good mood.

His original plan had not been like this.

He had only intended to cast his avatar into it as a beacon, allowing him to sneak his own power into it without anyone noticing.

Then, he would suddenly erupt and, catching this Middle Thousand World off guard, reap a massive harvest.

After all,

This Middle Thousand World was formed from the remains of a Taiyi Golden Immortal on the verge of reaching the Daluo realm, which meant the World Will of this place was far stronger than him.

Even if he entered it while fully equipped with Spirit Treasures, he wouldn't be able to gain any advantage.

It wasn't that he couldn't win, but that if the World Will sensed danger, it would destroy everything in a scorched-earth policy. With his current strength, he had no way to stop it.

Striking once and retreating while ahead was the only sensible path.

But who would have thought this Honghu World would be so cooperative! It actually treated his disguised avatar as a savior to be nurtured~

This was equivalent to stripping itself bare and tying itself up, practically begging to be seduced! With such favorable conditions,

He had no choice but to accept! "Back to the dojo first~" Fang Longye stood up and stretched, "The seed has been planted; wait three to five years here, and I can come back to harvest the fruit!"

Without hesitation, his body flickered, and he directly traversed the void, returning to his own dojo, Cangmang Mountain.

"Great King, why are you spacing out again while I'm reporting matters!"

At Motian Cliff, in Longying Cave.

Fang Longye was half-reclining on a Vine Chair, listening to Qingli report on the affairs of the dojo, yawning from time to time.

It had now been three or five years since he returned to his own dojo.

It wasn't a long time, but it was enough for everything around him to take on a brand-new look~

After investing a large amount of Heaven and Earth Essence, Cangmang Mountain could be said to be changing with each passing day; in terms of atmosphere alone, it was already no less than the dojos of some Taiyi Golden Immortals.

Even some declining Blessed Lands could not compare to the current Cangmang Mountain.

Of course, besides the dojo, the most critical thing was the people. Those close to him had all undergone a rebirth.

Take Qingli before him, for example.

One could see that behind her, mysterious energy was like the moon, crystal clear and pure, with fine scriptures hanging down and swaying, giving one a sense of detachment that seemed to change at any moment.

A green blade rotated slowly behind her, surrounded by divine light of wind and thunder, possessing a hidden, domineering sharpness.

The current Qingli, under the cultivation resources such as the Wind and Thunder Apricot provided by Fang Longye, had long since attained the Golden Immortal realm.

She was now fast approaching the perfection of the Golden Immortal realm~ And it wasn't just Qingli~

There were also Jinghuan, as well as several Longnu such as Ao Ying and Ao Jiao, and that delicious fox spirit Hu Qiuyue, all of whom were already at the Golden Immortal realm.

In any case, when one person attains the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

Not to mention these women who were essentially his concubines, even some of his subordinates in the outer mansion, such as Luming, Longjing, Longxiang... and so on, were all at the Golden Immortal realm.

Furthermore, as news of Fang Longye's return to the dojo and his attainment of the Taiyi realm spread, there were no small number of Golden Immortal demons who came to seek refuge under him.

It could be said that his subordinates were now full of talent, with the number of Golden Immortals already reaching no less than twenty.

If it weren't for the fact that he was only nominally affiliated with the Demon Master Mansion, in the true Demon Clan, he would have long since been ordered by the Demon Master Mansion to relocate his dojo to the inner northern region of Beiju Luzhou.

After all, the territory where Fang Longye was located was only in the central part of Beiju Luzhou, where the highest-ranking demon kings were only at the Golden Immortal level.

As a Taiyi Loose Immortal, he was like a wolf mixed in with a group of huskies in the middle of Beiju Luzhou, making him very conspicuous.

Because of this, Fang Longye dared not expand his territory or recruit subordinates with great fanfare, often being very selective when facing Golden Immortals who came to join him.

After all, these Golden Immortals were the fresh blood of the Demon Clan; recruiting them as his own subordinates was equivalent to draining the Demon Clan's blood.

As an Innate Divine Dragon who was already a Young Lord of the Dragon Clan, it was obvious he would not be a member of the Demon Clan.

That the Demon Master Mansion could tolerate his continued development in Beiju Luzhou was already a great act of goodwill~

One must know how to be tactful.

Moreover, for him now, the size of his territory was no longer very important. The territory he currently occupied was more than enough.

As for subordinates, he could just recruit and cultivate them slowly!

Facing Qingli's coquettish rebuke, Fang Longye yawned again and said lazily, "You have the nerve to say that; I don't know who it was that clung to me for three days and three nights!"

Qingli's face flushed red, and she spat, saying, "Pah! Great King, you're almost getting married, and you're still so improper. Besides, it was only three days and three nights."

"That's all you've got?" "Be careful you don't die on the belly of that vixen Hu Qiuyue!"

Hearing Qingli's jealous words, Fang Longye gave a sheepish laugh and did not respond.

Since his return to the mountain, although he had been dallying with his various concubines, he had given a small half of his time to Hu Qiuyue, so it was no wonder Qingli was jealous.

There is no helping it; who could have guessed that Hu Qiuyue's "Ten Thousand Wonders Exquisite Profound Dao Body" would be so truly indescribably wonderful~ One can only say that after three days of separation, one must look at a person with new eyes.

In the past, Hu Qiuyue had not yet grown up. Looking back now, one must admit that the Fox Demon clan is professional in this regard.

It can be said that the three or five years since Fang Longye returned have been the three or five years in which Hu Qiuyue has been most triumphant on Cangmang Mountain.

"I wonder what that ancestor of Hu Qiuyue's would be like?"

Fang Longye could not help but let his imagination run wild.

After all, Hu Qiuyue had only been instructed by her and already had such a thorough transformation, leaving one craving more.

One can catch a glimpse of what kind of techniques Su Daji, that legendary figure who brought disaster to the country and the people, must possess.

Seeing the expression on Fang Longye's face, Qingli rolled her eyes and said crossly, "Great King, what bad intentions do you have again?"

Fang Longye snapped back to reality, coughed, and changed the subject, "Didn't you just say that someone came from Yinglong Laozu's side? You didn't neglect them, did you?"

"How could I dare? Ao Ying and her sisters are currently keeping them company!" Seeing that the conversation had turned to serious business, Qingli straightened up and stopped questioning Fang Longye.

"Very well!" Fang Longye nodded, rose leisurely, and said, "I've waited for several years, and finally, the person Yinglong Laozu mentioned to help me organize the wedding has arrived."

"Allow me to wash up and meet our distinguished guest."

After all, although he does not understand the wedding etiquette of this world, at the end of the day, the one getting married is not someone else, but himself.

There are some requirements that should be mentioned to those in charge of the arrangements~ (End of chapter)