Chapter 98: Making More Calculations for This Trip, Asking Junyuan to Refine Divine Weapons Again [4k]

The mountains tower like ocean waves, with ten thousand layers of surging billows pressing in.

Thousands of treasure-laden mountains rise high like crests of waves, with desolate hills, wild ridges, and treacherous waters crisscrossing between them.

Yunque Wang and Jin Feng flew at full speed, the two of them remaining silent.

Wispy clouds layered upon layers, the azure sky as if washed clean.

Like cold light scales opening amidst water ripples, sparse and elegant.

Suddenly a wind arose, as if a heavenly vessel had tilted, and ten thousand white vapors came whistling from afar.

Without waiting for this blocking Demon King to truly reveal its form, Yunque Wang flew forward with a slender body, brandishing her weapon.

"Szz—"

As if slicing through tofu, she instantly and effortlessly cleaved this blind, road-blocking Demon King into two halves.

Flesh and blood splattered, staining the air.

A halo of light rose behind her, clouds swirling to reveal a slender, beautiful phantom of a sparrow's head.

Like a dancing phoenix or crane, it hovered back and forth, raising its head to shriek, the clear sound permeated with overflowing ferocity.

Then the sparrow phantom lowered its head, pecking at the Demon King's corpse as if a bird feeding. After only three pecks, the corpse of this True Immortal Realm Demon King was transformed into essence and absorbed into her body.

Her complexion turned rosy, and she appeared increasingly radiant.

Jin Feng, knowing he had touched a nerve, saw her vent the stifled energy in her heart and finally dared to speak up: "This Demon King was already in the True Immortal Realm, yet he could not control his own Bloodline; acting so crudely, he deserved this Calamity."

Seeing her still cold-faced and unresponsive, he immediately pleaded for mercy: "Yun Ting, it really is my fault, Brother. I truly did not expect this friend of the Dragon Lord to be so extraordinary. In less than ten years, he has completed a journey that would take ordinary people thousands of years, possessing such strength."

Upon hearing this, Yunque Wang glanced toward the direction of Cangmang Mountain and closed her eyes in thought.

After a long while, she let out a breath, opened her eyes, and the gloom dissipated.

She turned her head to look at Jin Feng and said: "It was I who sat in a well and looked at the sky, underestimating the heroes of the world. It is merely giving up one or two tenths of an opportunity; to be able to befriend such a person can also be considered a stroke of fortune."

Seeing her speak this way, Jin Feng immediately said joyfully: "Exactly, exactly, that is the truth!"

Yet his back felt a chill, and cold sweat drenched him.

Because he, who had been guarding against a sudden attack from this convenient cousin of his, had clearly seen a flash of ferocity in her eyes, though it was quickly hidden away.

Jin Feng, who knew her temperament well, knew that at that moment, she truly had the intention to devour him! And he believed that this convenient cousin of his was truly capable of doing such a thing.

Ruthless, ferocious, lawless.

This was the true face hidden beneath her slender and auspicious demeanor.

Now, he truly regretted befriending such a ferocious person just to compete for power with his own brothers.

In Jin Feng's mind surfaced what his mother had said to him after he first conceived the idea of contacting her.

"Yun Ting may appear quiet and gentle, but in her heart, she brews enough malice to destroy everything.

Do not look at how she can greet anyone with a smile; in reality, she is more cold-blooded and ruthless than anyone else.

Interacting with her is like walking on an iron chain in a deep valley; life and death sway on the whim of a single thought."

He understood that for his cousin, a seeker of the Dao, any action that hindered her cultivation would cause her to harbor thoughts of devouring and killing.

He had brought her a powerful dragon that she could not shake off, forcing her to pay a price many times over. With the ferocity she had just displayed, killing him would not have been an overreaction.

Fortunately, for some unknown reason, she had forcibly suppressed that impulse.

The clouds dispersed and the rain cleared.

Jin Feng caught his breath and looked at the surrounding misty green trees, having finally saved his life.

……

Motian Cliff, Longying Cave.

In the palace.

Hanging light served as curtains, and colorful ribbons formed a treasure net.

In the center of the crisscrossing knots, a fist-sized treasure pearl was held aloft, crystal clear and brilliant with light.

Fang Longye sat on a Cloud Couch, looking outside.

The moonlight guided in, spilling onto the lake within Longying Cave.

The color of the stone blended with it, imbued with a jade hue.

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, making one's mind clear and bright at a single glance.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

While lost in thought, his fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, emitting a crisp sound.

"A relic of a Taiyi Realm Cave Abode, quite a great fortune!" Fang Longye chuckled, sensing the omens of good and bad luck, and there was not a single warning.

He looked again at the pillar of destiny above his head, which reached straight into the clouds, clear light shimmering, surrounded by fish-dragon treasure lotuses and Golden Flower tassels, with specks of golden light of merit appearing and disappearing.

There was not a single ripple.

This was the reason he had accepted the invitation of Yunque Wang, who looked like someone not to be trifled with.

It truly was his own abundant destiny and heaven-sent fortune! He must make more preparations!

In this kind of treasure hunting, the danger is not just the Cave Abode itself, but even more so the malice from one's companions~

After sending a sound transmission to Qingli informing her that he was going into seclusion, his heart stirred, ripples spread before him, light swirled as if a portal had opened, and he stepped into it.

Small World.

Verdant green filled his eyes.

In mid-air, a suspended pavilion.

Flying eaves hung with corners, carved beams and painted pillars, engraved with qilin, exquisite and beautiful.

Windows opened on all four sides, pine winds brought grace, and the treasure pearl at the top was crystal clear; reflecting the sunlight, the golden light seemed substantial, hanging down like a curtain of tassels and pearls, gathering and dispersing, sparse and elegant.

Suddenly, five-colored light swirled, and a figure flashed into the suspended pavilion.

It was none other than Fang Longye.

"Different, very different." Fang Longye felt the space all around him.

It was as if a certain boundary had been surpassed; the Small World could no longer suppress the exertion of his strength, and the surrounding space was as fragile as paper.

He felt that in this Small World, he could destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth with a wave of his hand.

He restrained himself, eliminating his influence on the surrounding environment, and paid no heed to his Divine Dao avatar.

Feeling the inexplicable joy the Small World held toward him, he secretly calmed his mind to ponder.

"Sure enough, the distinction between a Grotto-Heaven and a world is not based on the surface-level size or stability of the space.

In terms of spatial stability, this Small World cannot compare at all to that Grotto-Heaven of Yuyang Yaofang.

Yet in terms of status, this Small World is superior to that Grotto-Heaven."

Mustard Seed, Spirit Domain, Blessed Land, Grotto-Heaven, World.

From low to high.

This is the Primordial World's classification for the various levels of spatial realms capable of containing all things.

Mustard Seed, needless to say, refers to storage spaces that cannot yet contain living things; most fall into this category.

Spirit Domain, also called Dharma Realm.

If called a Spirit Domain, it refers to spaces opened by Immortals and Gods, such as the Sumeru Space Fang Longye opened using the Pot Heaven Divine Ability.

If called a Dharma Realm, it refers to the space for containing people and objects inherent to a Spirit Treasure, such as the hundreds of thousands of miles of space for containing people and objects within the Heaven-Covering Dharma Conch.

Blessed Land and Grotto-Heaven, needless to say, have already initially formed a small world of their own and possess unique characteristics.

World, is one that is completely self-contained and possesses its own instincts; although it must still follow the operation of the Primordial World's rules, it also has its own direction of development.

According to ordinary circumstances, these spatial realm classifications naturally go from low to high, becoming increasingly stable and vast in space.

However, just as there are True Immortals capable of defying those in higher realms, there are naturally some spatial realms that, due to their layout or environment, are extraordinary and cannot follow conventional logic.

Not to mention anything else, this Small World's spatial stability is certainly not as good as the meticulously arranged Yuyang Yaofang Grotto-Heaven, but it is not that simple either. Stained with the Dao traces of many great powers, it is not as simple as an ordinary Small World.

In terms of origin, it even has a trace of potential to ascend into a Great Thousand World.

A Great Thousand World, what kind of existence is that?

Let's put it this way: even for a Great Luo, it is not so easy to rely entirely on one's own power to open up a Great Thousand World.

Only at the Golden Immortal Realm can one open up a Small World, and only upon reaching the Taiyi Realm can one open up a Small Thousand World.

Only the strongest among those in the Taiyi Realm can open up a Middle Thousand World, and only upon reaching the Great Luo Realm does one have the qualifications to open up a Great Thousand World.

As for the Boundary Heaven Dao Domain further up, that is the exclusive domain of the Hunyuan. It is said that in terms of status, it can even rival the Primordial World.

Even if the Primordial World were to end one day and the Great Thousand World ceased to exist, such Dao Domains could still continue to exist and extend into the next opening of Chaos.

This is the reason why he separated a Divine Dao avatar to station in this Small World.

Just imagine, if he could open up and evolve a Great Thousand World while in the Taiyi Realm, what kind of benefits would that bring? With his Dharma eyes shining, through his connection with this Small World, Fang Longye swept across thousands of mountains and rivers in a single thought, seeing through everything clearly, sitting and viewing the ten directions.

Above the heavens and below the earth, there was nothing hidden; within and without the six directions, whether hidden or manifest, large or small, everything was clear and distinct.

Speckled Dao traces crisscrossed like spider webs, revealing profound seven-colored radiance, with unfathomable Dharma principles permeating the air, impossible to fully comprehend.

Dao Treasury!

This is the greatest treasure of this Small World, and also the basis for its potential to ascend to a Great Thousand World.

And what he must do is wait until he can open up a Small World himself, then swallow this Small World and use the Dao Treasury within it as the resources for his own fundamental world's ascension.

As for directly taking control of this Small World through the inexplicable connection created by refining the Gourd Seed, and then cultivating it to ascend, Fang Longye had never considered it.

Sometimes a shortcut is not a shortcut; on the contrary, it may just be a wrong path.

Setting aside his thoughts on future path planning, Fang Longye threw himself into the comprehension of divine abilities and the refining of Spirit Treasures.

By using the difference in the flow of time, he could make up for some of the deficiencies caused by his short years of cultivation.

Vines and creepers draped down, fallen leaves covered the ground.

The spiritual trees in the mountains remained evergreen, blooming with small flowers; from time to time, the branches would tremble slightly, and then three or five flowers would fall, scattering clusters of fragrance upon the ground.

Above the treetops, light hung and colors draped, like halos and wheels, slowly growing in size, red-gold inside and dim yellow outside; after a moment, they descended in layers, soaking into his sleeves.

Junyuan, dressed in a simple green robe, followed behind Qingli, walking on the small path of Cangmang Mountain, constantly observing the beautiful scenery all around.

The earth's energy flowed as desired, accumulating Creation Vitality, and the abundant spiritual energy permeated the entire Daoist temple, presenting a magnificent sight.

"A top-tier precious land!"

Junyuan thought to himself.

Recalling the scenes he had seen all the way here after crossing the Longyuan River earlier.

This Dragon Lord was indeed extraordinary.

Origin, background, strength, ambition, fortune... nothing was lacking.

Truly a figure he had rarely seen in his life! Inside a precious hall.

On the Cloud Couch.

Fang Longye lay half-reclined in the arms of a Longnu, watching Junyuan's words, actions, and reactions in the mountains through a water mirror, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

He was not far from being able to recruit this talent, Junyuan.

Junyuan, this master refiner, had come to his door, naturally because he had been invited to help refine his divine weapon once more.

After a year and a half in Beiju Luzhou, which was about a hundred years in the Small World, he had reached a bottleneck in his comprehension of divine abilities, and in terms of Spirit Treasure refining, he had finished refining all his low-grade Spirit Treasures.

Many mid-grade Spirit Treasures, as well as that superior Spirit Treasure, the Longyin Bell, had also been refined to the limit allowed by his current cultivation.

Except for that special Phantom Neon Gauze, which he had completely refined against all reason, the refining level of his other Spirit Treasures remained at around eighteen layers of Post-Heaven Divine Prohibition, making it difficult to make any further progress.

As for the Demon Refining Pot he had traded for and renamed the 'Refining Immortal Pot', as a strange treasure, he had refined it with his heart and it had reached a certain level of proficiency; it would probably be completely refined in another thirty percent of the time.

All preparations were complete, leaving only the improvement of his divine weapon, the Panlong Spear.

Originally, Fang Longye had intended to gather enough divine materials and ask Junyuan to refine a superior divine weapon, directly helping him push open the gate to the Golden Immortal Realm through the feedback of cultivation unique to a master refiner.

With such grace and righteousness, he would recruit them to be a figurehead in the Yaofang he was preparing to open.

Pity that plans cannot keep up with changes.

The relic of a Cave Abode in the Taiyi Realm forced him to give it his all.

The water mirror dissipated.

Fang Longye opened his mouth to swallow the spirit fruit handed over by the fair hand of the Longnu behind him, then tilted his head back, savoring the sensation.

Comfortable~

"In your Longgong, a Casting Master of the Golden Immortal Realm should have a pretty good status, right!"

Fang Longye closed his eyes to rest, speaking to the Longnu whose jade face had flushed red from his actions.

"Naturally, a dedicated Casting Master of the Golden Immortal Realm already possesses extraordinary skills; some of their painstaking works can even attract the pursuit of existences in the Taiyi Realm," responded the Longnu, who had a pair of bright golden dragon horns atop her head.

She paused, then continued: "Among my three sisters, one of them follows the path of a Casting Master."

"It's Ao Jiao, right? Her aura is composed and steady, quite like that of a Casting Master."

Fang Longye recalled, his words a question, yet spoken with a tone of certainty.

He could not help but sigh at the ruthlessness of the North Sea Dragon King; of the five Longnu in the True Immortal Realm, four were his own biological daughters.

"Master truly has profound cultivation; you saw through the foundations of us servants at a glance. Ao Ying is impressed."

"Do you not feel even a shred of hatred toward your father or me in your hearts?" Fang Longye was curious. "With the talents of you Longnu—able to command troops, pacify the people, fight enemies, refine pills, excel at casting weapons, and master the refining of treasures—which one of you is not a heaven-favored daughter? Where would you not be an honored guest?"

"Especially you; your strength is enough to battle an ordinary Golden Immortal, yet you were treated as a gift to be sent to another, confined to this palace, left for me to take or discard as I please. Have you never felt the urge to resist?"

Fang Longye turned around, stroking her beautiful jade face as he asked.

The Longnu named Ao Ying shook her head. "As princesses of the Longgong, we have enjoyed wealth unimaginable to ordinary cultivators and possessed rights superior to others; naturally, we must fulfill the obligations required of us."

"As for cultivation or talent, without the bountiful environment of the Four Seas Dragon Palace, could we have attained our current cultivation and skills?"

"We Longnu truly have no resentment. Or rather, those who truly harbored resentment were eliminated during the initial selection; they never even had the chance to see you."

Fang Longye felt deeply moved upon hearing this.

Truly sensible and reasonable! It seems these Four Seas Longnu are equivalent to the daughters of aristocratic families in the mortal world.

Having enjoyed the superior treatment provided by the family, one must have the awareness to fulfill the obligations for it.

Under heaven, there has never been a free lunch.

This applies equally to the great clans of this world; it does not change just because you are a practitioner of the Dao.

Seeing him lost in thought, Ao Ying's eyes shimmered, and she continued with a smile: "As for myself, whatever thoughts Qingli has by your side, Master, those are the same thoughts I have."

"However, she does not understand what she might obtain. I, however, understand that it is the Dharma opportunity to achieve the Daluo."

"I am not even sure if I can achieve the Daluo myself. You are all so certain that being my servants grants you the fate of the Daluo?" Fang Longye gave a bitter smile; these people placing their bets on him really thought highly of him.

Even with his Golden Finger, he dared not be certain he could attain the Daluo in this world.

What if he were to "die before achieving his goal"? Such things are hard to say.

Ao Ying brought a spirit fruit to his lips, and after he swallowed it, she smiled and said: "It is not exactly certainty. It is merely placing a bet."

"Is it worth it?"

"Of course it is worth it, even a sliver of a chance is enough for us to give everything for it! In the Honghuang, failing to reach the Daluo, one is ultimately just a dream or a bubble."

Ao Ying responded firmly, her voice ringing out with strength, clear like bamboo and stone.

In this moment, she was dazzling~

The first chapter for today~ I fear the second chapter will arrive after midnight.

(End of chapter)