Longzang

Chapter 1037 Trampling
After ordinary people have eaten and drunk their fill and learned to read, they suddenly feel that life is empty.

Therefore, storybooks are currently very popular in Qingming. This situation was originally expected by Wei Yuan, but for some reason, the sales figures for storybooks were much lower than the predictions made by the various realms.

Wei Yuan originally intended to use the storybook as a main battleground for verbal battles, so he attached great importance to it and sent people to investigate the reasons.

The elite troops sent out quickly concluded that a significant portion of the literate people had also embarked on the path of body forging, working themselves to the bone every day for cultivation. These people wanted to sleep as soon as they got home, and didn't read any storybooks at all; if they did, they would only read the simplest, most straightforward ones that required only half-body thinking.

Wei Yuan thought it made a lot of sense, so he stopped worrying about it and put the matter aside for the time being.

In the past few days, a brand new storybook has suddenly become popular, inexplicably so.

In the alleyways, a woman asked her husband, who had just come home after a long day's work, "If I turned into a caterpillar, would you still love me?"

The man had just spent the entire day consolidating his Dao foundation and was now utterly exhausted, not even wanting to eat. Hearing this, he suddenly felt inexplicably irritated and roared in fury, "Then I'll transform into a woodpecker and peck you out, you meddlesome woman!"

The woman never expected this answer. She wanted to cry but didn't dare. Furious, she went back into the house and slammed the door shut.

Sitting alone in her room, she was on the verge of tears, wondering when she would finally find a young and promising world lord who would fall in love with her and treat her three children as his own, just like in the stories.

Wei Yuan had been sneezing frequently these past few days, wondering why he, with his current physical body, would experience symptoms of a cold. He considered the possibility that someone might have cast a curse on him during the chaos, but after consulting his senior sister, he knew that was unlikely.

Wei Yuan is currently burdened with the fortune of many people, and there is more than one immortal artifact in his mental world. Even if Immortal Lord Yan Shi personally casts a curse, he will have to pay a price. How could ordinary miscellaneous immortals possibly be able to curse Wei Yuan?

As for the alien conspiracy, that's unlikely. My two old friends, Huixin and Shengxin, have already been captured alive and imprisoned. It's one thing for these two to sneak into Qingming, but they even dared to participate in the competition. If we can't catch them soon, Wei Yuan might as well just kill himself.

Hui Xin was the first to step onto the stage that day. A chilling aura emanated from Taiyin Yuegui, instantly revealing her true form as a member of the Witch Clan. Taiyin secretly informed Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan, however, had already laid a trap, waiting until the two had finished their competition before stealthily capturing them.

Wei Yuan was still quite wary of Sheng Xin. After binding him with heavy restraints, he even fed him a powerful digestive pill that could accelerate bodily functions. In just half a day, Sheng Xin's eyes were practically glowing green with hunger. Wei Yuan thought that a Sheng Xin who was half-starved was a good sorcerer.

Neither an immortal nor of any other race, Wei Yuan pondered deeply, yet still couldn't understand why he was sneezing. The only possibility was that countless mortals were simultaneously talking about him—an unorthodox path of destiny—which was causing Wei Yuan's reaction.

However, this idea was so absurd that Wei Yuan simply ignored it.

That afternoon, Wei Yuan was making final preparations for planting the Buddha Sword Peak when suddenly the door was pushed open and Xu Henshui rushed in, saying, "I've always treated you well, how could you do this to me?!"

Wei Yuan was completely baffled and asked, "What did I do?"

"Look for yourself!" Xu Henshui threw a magazine at him.

Wei Yuan easily took it; it was a special issue of the best-selling "Gossip Weekly" magazine, featuring the "Number One Dharma Assembly in the World."

All the journals and publications controlled by Qingming published the same special issue, but their combined circulation did not reach that of "Gossip Weekly." In total, this special issue sold over 100,000 copies.

The special issue dedicates a section to each of the Twelve Immortals, featuring detailed descriptions and hand-drawn portraits of each character. It emphasizes the spirit rather than the form, yet each portrait is incredibly lifelike. For example, Bao Yun's portrait captures a fleeting moment of glancing back while flying on a cloud; only a glimpse of her profile is shown, but it is already captivating.

These portraits were all commissioned by Wei Yuan from master painters at great expense.

So what could be wrong with this publication? Wei Yuan opened it with a puzzled look and turned to the page about Xu Henshui. There he saw a picture of a handsome young man, as beautiful as jade, with unparalleled looks.

Xu Henshui gritted his teeth and said, "Turn to the next page!"

Wei Yuan turned the page again, which contained the recorded Dharma Image. Xu Henshui's Dharma Image was named Mo Yu Ling Xian, a conventional name, not bestowed by Heaven. The problem lay in the Dharma Image's image.

The twelve images of the immortals were all recorded by a specialist, and multiple images were captured from various angles before one or more were selected and included in the publication.

The appearances of all the practitioners were either majestic or mysterious, while key information was concealed to prevent others from targeting them intentionally.

In the center of Xu Henshui's image was a black flower with scorched edges, and Ye Xing Lingxian peeked out from the flower, smiling sweetly. This was supposed to be a wonderful moment to capture, but it seemed that the color was not adjusted well, it was too dark, and Lingxian's eyebrows and eyes were not clearly visible. From a distance, she was just a black blur, and the only striking thing was her set of white teeth, as if floating in the night.

Wei Yuan never expected things to turn out this way, and he had to use all his strength to suppress his wild laughter.

Xu Henshui's face flushed red as he angrily retorted, "You dare say this wasn't intentional?"

Wei Yuan said sincerely, "I really don't know! I'll have someone check right now. But..."

Wei Yuan glanced at Xu Henshui and noticed a faint glow emanating from him, a clear sign of great fortune. Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, then said, "But Uncle-Master, you've gained far more fortune than anyone else! Are you really going to take this publication back?"

Xu Henshui was suddenly filled with both happiness and worry, unsure of what to do. Wei Yuan quickly comforted him, "Luck is the most important thing; nothing else matters. Black or red is still red..."

Xu Henshui angrily retorted, "So you really think I'm dark-skinned too!"

Wei Yuan was utterly speechless, but fortunately, Bao Yun's voice rang out from the doorway: "This has nothing to do with him, I did it!"

Xu Henshui stared at Bao Yun, gritting his teeth as he said, "You, you..."

Finally, he had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, Xu Henshui carefully observed Bao Yun and found that her luck was indeed not as good as his, so he didn't mention withdrawing the publication.

Wei Yuan and Bao Yun checked the precautions for planting Buddha Sword Peak one last time. Seeing that nothing had been missed, they flew away from the Immortal City and arrived outside Ding'an City.

The grand formation was now complete, with military camps and various air defense positions in place. In addition, hundreds of scholars stood on a specially constructed viewing platform.

They were either editors for various publications or independent commentators who regularly received payment from the Development Agency. They were summoned to witness the grand event of planting Buddha's Peak, and then return to write and publish their own articles.

In addition, nearly a million residents of Ding'an City flocked to watch, while numerous cultivators came from all directions of Qingming.

The time had come, and Wei Yuan descended from the sky amidst the attention of everyone, casually tossing down a piece of golden finger bone!
The finger bone grew rapidly in the wind, becoming larger and larger in the blink of an eye, eventually transforming into a towering peak thousands of feet high, which slowly descended. Meanwhile, the ground continued to rise, transforming into a gigantic four-fingered fist spanning tens of miles in circumference, which then caught the middle finger falling from the sky.

Nearly a million mortals and those with forged bodies witnessed this moment. Their vision was not that far; they only saw a towering peak descending from the sky.

The moment the peak touched the ground, the heavens and earth trembled, the Great Dao manifested, and the entire peak burst forth with a terrifying sword intent that pierced the sky! Layers of rock on the peak peeled away, revealing the three large characters "Buddha Sword Peak"!
In that instant, even a corner of the Dao of the Sword was slightly revealed, and countless mortals inexplicably comprehended some of the profound principles of the Sword Dao, thus laying the foundation for embarking on the path of cultivation.

Amidst the soaring sword energy, Wei Yuan, with his flowing sleeves, descended against the torrent of sword energy, touched the ground with one foot, and then calmly landed on the mountaintop.

At this moment, in the heavens and the earth, within and beyond the azure sky, millions of mortals and those forging their bodies, tens of thousands of Dao foundations, over a hundred Dharma forms, and even numerous hidden gazes from beyond the heavens, all witnessed this scene.

This moment was not only recorded by countless photo-ops, but also etched into everyone's hearts.

At this moment, Wei Yuan trampled the Buddha Sword under his feet!
(End of this chapter)