Chapter 433: Flourishing Pavilion

After a while.

After Yan Buji dealt with several puppets again, he arrived before a palace.

Looking at the restriction near the gate, Yan Buji reached out to sense it.

It's actually the same as what was found earlier in Cloud Fortress.

Yan Buji tried, taking out the Rift Scepter and using Space Power to analyze the flow of the restriction, then briefly halted its operation.

Creak—

He pushed open the door and Yan Buji walked inside.

Inside the dusty room were many bunks; Yan Buji raised his eyebrows, as if it were a disciples' quarters?

The restriction outside resealed, but he didn't rush out; instead, he began searching around.

Although the room looked as if no one had lived there for a long time, there wasn't much dust.

Yan Buji looked at the Daoist robes placed in the wardrobe, took them out and examined them closely.

"Yuejin, you're still dazed? It's time for morning class!"

Huh?!

Suddenly, Yan Buji shuddered all over and looked around.

Suddenly, several Daoists appeared beside him for no reason, each lazily holding books and looking at him.

"You guys...."

"You're muddle-headed? Don't talk nonsense; yesterday you were just punished by the master for a day, so hurry up and put on your clothes to go to morning class!" the leading Daoist said sternly.

Yan Buji's expression shifted slightly, he took a deep breath and put on the Daoist robe.

In an instant, a strange piece of information entered his mind.

"Flourishing Pavilion!!"

"Overseas, a great wind rises, and an immortal mountain stands;"

"In the mountains where cranes fly, there is joy, and pavilions abound;"

"When clouds fall to the nine heavens, the seven colors are distinct;"

"The stream flows gently, and fish leap in the shallows;"

"Purple dwellings rise with smoke straight up, the Flourishing Immortal Realm;"

"The Daoist gate endures through myriad ages, and immortals stand tall;"

"Immortals caress my crown, transmitting the breath of longevity."

Looking at the Daoists swaying their heads and reciting poems around him, and the three elderly Daoists seated in high places wearing purple, yellow, and black robes, Yan Buji grew more curious.

He knew for sure that someone had activated a special restriction, making this place seem to display a scene from myriad ages ago, and they had also come here to play a part as a member of the Flourishing Pavilion.

Yan Buji touched his face and returned to his youthful appearance, clearly realizing this was all fake.

"What on earth is going on?!"

"How did I become a sweeper? Who will tell me what happened?"

The Daoists doing morning class gave him no answer, making that unaware cultivator even more furious: "Who did this? Come out!!"

Yan Buji sat among the crowd silent; that person was furious, as if he hadn't received any news about the Flourishing Pavilion, and angrily charged toward the three elderly Daoists above the plaza.

A purple-robed elderly Daoist extended his hand, controlling that person in midair, and slowly said: "Your heart is not calm, your qi is not peaceful; you do not belong to the Flourishing Pavilion—begone."

Smack!

Yan Buji's heart jumped; he felt that person seemed to be pinched and exploded in midair, and immediately that person's flesh and Golden Core merged into one, a fragrant Meat Pill was grasped by the purple-robed elderly Daoist, who casually tossed it to a Daoist below.

That Daoist's face filled with surprise, he knelt and thanked: "Thank you, Ancestor!"

"Hmm, you still need to guard against arrogance and impatience, cultivate the breath of longevity early, so you may walk the world and teach the masses."

"I will faithfully follow the Ancestor's edict!"

Then, the three elderly Daoists departed.

Yan Buji rose, observing his surroundings: "Senior Brother, after morning class can we go back to rest?"

"Huh? You little brat still want to slack off, forgetting what day it is today?"

Yan Buji blinked: "What day?"

"Naturally, it's the big cleaning day; in a few days it will be the fasting and retreat day, we still need to close off for three days, so we must finish the chores ahead of time."

Yan Buji nodded: "Alright."

"You look reluctant; go sweep the steps down the mountain, and when you're done, go rest."

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Yan Buji narrowed his eyes, taking the broom and heading all the way down the mountain.

What exactly is going on with this restriction?

Those three elderly Daoists are unfathomable; could it also be an evolution of the restriction?

What exactly happened here?

Yan Buji came down the mountain to sweep, seeing a few people also come down and follow him without saying much.

"Fellow Daoist?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Feng Yue; you're not a local, are you?" Feng Yue said with a smile.

Yan Buji blinked: "What happened here?"

"It's hard to say exactly, but it's possible that the three parties holding the keys jointly activated the Flourishing Pavilion."

"Activating the Flourishing Pavilion? Any ideas? In this situation we can't just leave; what do they intend to do?"

Yan Buji sensed that if they made any move to step out of this place, they would likely be instantly annihilated by the restriction—an existence that has always had a sense of danger.

Feng Yue looked around, whispering, "Do you know about longevity Qi?"

"Longevity Qi?"

"Hmm, I guess perhaps they know that within this Penglai Pavilion there is a legacy of longevity Qi, and they came for that thing."

"So you have to activate the Penglai Pavilion to obtain it?"

"Daoist friend, easy to understand, but we still don't know why this Penglai Pavilion turned out like this, and we must avoid too much contact with the three parties. For people like us who come to seek treasures, the biggest taboo is to interact with those who hold the information."

Yan Buji laughed, "Aren't you afraid that a certain family might be one of them?"

Feng Yue shook his head, "Those three parties' people are not outside."

"Oh?"

Feng Yue looked at Yan Buji, "I can tell you clearly, Daoist friend, that earlier I tracked them and found that after they entered the main hall of the Penglai Pavilion they never came out, and in an instant became like this. I guess they may still be inside the main hall of the Penglai Pavilion."

Yan Buji pinched his chin, "Daoist friend, this is Yan Buji. If later we hear any news, let's discuss together, okay?"

"Certainly."

"But I have a question, Yan: how did you see that I am not an illusion?"

Feng Yue laughed, pointing at his own eyes, "I have cultivated a kind of pupil technique that can see through part of a seal's effect. If the seal has Evolution, it cannot be flesh and blood."

"So… everyone else here came from seal Evolution?"

Feng Yue's face froze, irritably saying, "Daoist friend, why are you setting a trap for me?"

Feng Yue realized that Yan Buji was trying to trap him with his words to gather information.

Yan Buji laughed, "Since we are cooperating, everyone who came here has ability; I only want to confirm the specifics."

"Yan Daoist friend is unhurried, but I guess since those three parties entered the main hall, there will be further changes. For example, the bits of Penglai Pavilion information we know were probably deliberately released by them."

"Then why did it seem that no one got the information before?" Yan Buji gestured at the Golden Core Cultivators who were previously annihilated.

Feng Yue pinched his chin, thinking of a possibility, "Yan Daoist friend, do you still remember what he said?"

Yan Buji recalled, and suddenly said, "Could it be… the identity we are playing?"