I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 26: The magical power is first shown, and the immortals offer treasures to celebrate
Not long after Ji Yuan went up the mountain, many cultivators gathered outside Youlan Garden.

There were men wearing wide robes with big sleeves, men with golden crowns and long beards, no less than dozens of them, all holding weapons and looking very aggressive.

"Stop, Taoist priests! This Youlan Courtyard is the place where Taoist priests Ji and Yin practice meditation. Please wait for my notification." The strong man in the green scarf stepped forward to stop them.

"Zheng!" He was knocked to the ground by a short-bearded young Taoist priest with a sword.

"Asshole, who are you? You're just a menial servant. Who gave you the guts to stop me?" The short-bearded young man was very arrogant.

"Humph! What about that kid named Ji? Ask him to hand over the magic that the real person taught him."

Yin Yaoer was about to escape to the mountain, but with her little martial arts knowledge and limited magic power, how could she escape from the hands of these monks?

Before he could run out of Youlan Courtyard, a short-bearded young man flew up and grabbed him in his hand.

"You! How dare you! Do you know who my grandfather is? You are looking for death!!" Yin Yaoer was shocked and furious.

"I don't care who you are. Tell me, where is that kid named Ji?" The short-bearded young man sneered.

Just as Yin Yaoer was about to speak, a voice came from the top of a distant mountain: "Let her go!"

"Hmm?" The short-bearded young man looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young Taoist priest with his hair tied up in a jade hairpin and long sleeves fluttering in the wind, walking slowly towards him from the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

It was Ji Yuan.

The short-bearded young man dropped Yin Yaoer in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Boy, are you the new disciple Ji Yuan?"

"It's me." Ji Yuan looked at the strong man who was knocked to the ground by the sword in front of Youlan Courtyard.

He looked at those Taoists who were holding weapons and looking aggressive, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his tone.

"I thought you had some magical powers, or that you were born with three heads and six arms? The immortal was willing to teach you magic, but it turns out that you are just a yellow-haired boy." A monk holding a long cherry spear laughed out loud.

As soon as they met, the short-bearded young man who captured Yin Yaoer and defeated the strong man couldn't wait to draw his sword and flew up first.

Relying on his magic power, he flew into the air, covering a distance of dozens of feet in an instant, and stabbed Ji Yuan with a sword.

Upon seeing this, the other cultivators also abandoned those strong boys and rushed towards Ji Yuan with weapons in hand or bare hands.

These people are all those who have cultivated magical powers in the past. Among them, the one with the highest magical power is the arrogant young man with short beard, who has magical powers of no less than two hundred years.

Before coming, they had already inquired about it; they knew that Ji Yuan was a skilled martial artist with amazing powers. So as soon as they met, they all rushed forward, intending to capture Ji Yuan first.

Then, he tortured out the magic spells passed down by Linghe Zhenren.

“I just wanted to practice well; you guys really don’t give me any peace at all…” Ji Yuan’s heart was filled with anger, and he pointed with his finger.

Suddenly, sand and rocks flew everywhere, smoke and dust billowed in front of him, and a gust of wind rose from nowhere, and in a moment, it turned into a gust of wind a hundred feet high.

Sweeping across like a silver dragon.

A hundred-foot-high hurricane howled.

The short-bearded young man who rushed over first was caught off guard and ran headfirst into the wind. He felt a strong hurricane coming at him, and his whole body was immediately blown dozens of feet into the air by the wind.

"Ah!!" the short-bearded young man screamed and frantically used his magic power to try to stabilize his body.

Although he had magical powers of no less than two hundred years, it was of no use facing a hurricane that was powerful enough to move boulders weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds.

Being in the wind, I felt the world spinning and everything was dark in front of me.

In just a blink of an eye, the whole body of the short-bearded young man was blown away for several miles by the hurricane, and "boom!" he fell into the forest on the opposite side, breaking many trees and shades of the forest. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

"what?"

"Brother Lin!" The others were all horrified.

"Magic power! It's unleashed by thinking, this is a magical power!!" Someone's face changed drastically, and his eyes showed both fear and greed.

"This! This is impossible; he has only been practicing Taoism for a few days; how is it possible for him to have mastered supernatural powers!!" Some people couldn't believe it.

But more people looked pale.

Supernatural powers are unleashed by thoughts; let alone those monks who have only entered the Tao for a hundred years and only have martial arts but no magic.

Even if you master magic, you cannot compete with those who master supernatural powers.

To practice magic, one still needs to chant incantations, make hand gestures, or draw talismans to cast spells and mobilize magical power before one can perform them.

And the supernatural power can be activated instantly; it is as fast as lightning and has exquisite control.

There is a world of difference between the two.

"Hmph!" Ji Yuan waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind gushed out from between his sleeves.

The wisps of wind turned into dozens of arms as thick as silver-white winds visible to the naked eye, sweeping over.

Before those monks could recover from their shock and astonishment, they were caught by dozens of wind ropes. Their bodies became lighter and they had no time to display their martial arts as they were all swept into the air by the wind.

Weapons fell to the ground with clanging sounds, and screams were heard from the audience.

The gap between a cultivator who has mastered magic and a cultivator who has not mastered magic is as huge as a chasm.

"Brother Dao! Brother Dao, please show mercy!"

"Mercy! Senior, please spare me." Some people even disregarded their dignity and begged for mercy by calling him "senior".

Ji Yuan ignored him and used his magical power [Call the Wind and Summon the Rain] with all his strength.

The hurricane in the sky howled like a tornado; it swept those Taoists into the air like ants and instantly floated seven or eight miles away.

Another snap of the fingers; the wind and fog swirled; and the wind blew the Taoists back.

It spun and jolted like a wheel, going back and forth seven or eight times.

After dozens of breaths, the screams subsided and everything became quiet. The monks who were flying in the air were all dizzy.

Only then did he retract his magical powers and the bad luck dissipated.

It was like dumplings falling from the sky, and the Taoists fell to the ground with a plop.

"It's fun, fun, Ji Erwa you are so awesome! Beat them to death!" Yin Yaoer's face was full of excitement.

Ji Yuan walked forward and took the hand of Yin Yaoer who looked excited; he looked at the strong men and servants who were weeping in the yard.

"Master Ji, Brother Qin was stabbed by them with a sword." A servant pointed at the strong man lying on the ground with a sword in his shoulder, his life or death unknown.

"Let me see."

Ji Yuan stepped forward and helped up the injured strongman who had been chopped down.

Ji Yuan knew the strong man who was chopped down. His name was Qin Feng. He was a servant who grew up in the Yin family. He followed Yin Yaoer to the mountain to practice and was sent to the mountain to serve Yin Yaoer.

That was the man who Yin Yaoer had invited Ji Yuan to Youlan Courtyard when they were in Daotong Courtyard. He was usually the most loyal and honest; that was why he dared to step forward to stop those monks who broke into Youlan Courtyard, and was injured by the sword.

"He was stabbed in the shoulder by a sword and fainted; but he is not seriously injured. Help him in to rest first."

The other servants and strong men heaved a sigh of relief when they heard this, and two of them carried Qin Feng into the room to recuperate.

"Ji Erwa, what should we do with those people?" Yin Yaoer pointed at the monks who fell into the yard and fainted due to the wind.

"Someone come! Find some hemp ropes and nail some wooden stakes; tie these people up in the yard first." Ji Yuan waved his hand.

"Yes!"

These Taoists were previously blown into the air by the wind, making them dizzy and dazed. They were now dazed and did not dare to resist.

Soon, these twenty-odd Taoists, along with the short-bearded young man who was blown three miles away by the wind and fell unconscious in the woods, were all killed.

They were all nailed to wooden stakes in the yard by strong men and tied up one by one in the yard.

"Yao'er! Bring the whip and give them twenty lashes each."

"Hahaha, good!" Yin Yaoer was overjoyed; she ran into the house happily and took out the python leather whip that she had not used for a long time.

This little evil star loved to whip her servants the most; but she was usually disciplined by Ji Yuan; since Ji Yuan came to Youlan Courtyard, she no longer dared to whip anyone at will.

At this time, Ji Yuan told her to beat people at will.
She was very happy.

This guy was holding a whip and picking among the Taoists tied to wooden stakes. He quickly chose the oldest one.

"Snap!" Yin Yaoer whipped the old Taoist with all her might, leaving a blood mark on his face.

The old Taoist screamed and woke up from his coma in the severe pain of being whipped.

Although this old Taoist has magical powers of a hundred years, he does not have any profound martial arts or magic, and his physique is only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary mortal.

How to withstand the beating.

Just one whip and he started wailing and trembling all over.

"The old bastard can't stand being beaten. This is just one whip, and there are still nineteen to go." Yin Yaoer became more and more excited, waving the whip, causing a whistling sound.

“Senior! Please spare my life! I am old and weak and cannot withstand such a beating…” The old Taoist was terrified and begged for mercy from Ji Yuan, who was sitting on a chair drinking tea.

The others were also awakened at this time, and they were all grieving for the loss of their loved ones, with looks of fear and sadness on their faces.

"Who sent you here?" Ji Yuan asked, raising his hand to stop Yin Yaoer who was about to swing the whip.

"We heard that Brother Dao was valued by the Immortal, cultivated to a high level, and was taught magic. We came here to congratulate him, but no one has appointed us!"

"Congratulations?" Ji Yuan didn't believe it.

However, these people have mediocre martial arts skills and do not know advanced magic, so they do not seem to be sent by anyone.

He probably heard that Linghe Zhenren passed on the [True Talisman for Attracting Clouds and Praying for Rain] to him; he felt indignant and came here to pick a fight.

"Since fellow Taoists have come to celebrate, what gifts have you brought?"

"this…"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The white-haired Taoist who was beaten first, perhaps because he was scared and afraid of being whipped again, hurriedly spoke first.

"Five Taoist brothers and I have collected hundreds of medicinal flower dews and spent sixty years of hard work to make a jar of Hundred Flower Spirit Dew. It can harmonize the five internal organs, maintain youthfulness and prolong life. If you don't mind, I would like to present it to you."

"Oh?" Ji Yuan became interested after hearing that.

He waved his hand, and the strong man next to him came forward, untied the rope, and let the old Taoist down from the wooden stake.

The old Taoist had seen Ji Yuan's methods before, so he stood in front of Ji Yuan very honestly, trembling with fear, and still did not dare to move at all.

Ji Yuan picked up the teacup and his expression softened. "You are too polite. I am not worthy of the title of senior. You and I can just call each other fellow Taoists. May I ask what your name is, old Taoist brother? Where is the immortal mountain where you practice?"

"I am Li Chengyun, also known as Chengyunzi. I am practicing in Baoning Pavilion on Zhaoyue Mountain, three hundred miles away in Huangshan. Thank you, brother, for not killing me." The old Taoist looked terrified and bowed down.

Yuntai Taoist Temple is located in Yuntai Mountain. It is 7,200 miles wide and over 4,000 miles long. It has hundreds of Taoist temples and palaces.

The Taoist boy who has not yet entered the Tao and Linghe Zhenren mainly practice in Ziqi Pavilion, the main peak of Yuntai.

Those who have entered Taoism and cultivated magical powers can choose a place to practice in the 7,000-li Yuntai Mountain; those who have family members to worship them will send people to build Taoist temples and caves.

Those who do not have family offerings will gather three or five trusted friends to live together in a mountain and build a cave to practice.

"You want to steal my spells?"

"this…"

Taoist Li Chengyun hesitated for a moment after hearing this. Facing Ji Yuan's sharp gaze, he did not dare to lie and nodded: "It was Senior Lingzhi who said that you had just entered the Dao and you actually got a scroll of the [Calling Clouds and Praying for Rain] technique..."

"We have practiced hard for a hundred years, but have not yet acquired any magic. We are therefore dissatisfied, and have the intention to deceive and offend the Taoist priest."

"Senior Lingzhi?" Ji Yuan was puzzled.

It seems that I have never met Lingzhi, nor have I offended him.

"Um, he is the Taoist Master Lingzhi who is beside the academy master, Zhenren Linghe, and assists in managing the affairs of the Taoist academy."

Ji Yuan nodded when he heard that, his eyes flickering, his face expressionless and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

He then waved his hand and said, "Someone come here!"

"Yes. What do you want, sir?" A young servant in brown clothes from Youlan Courtyard quickly responded and walked forward.

"You can go with Brother Li and bring the Hundred Flowers Spirit Dew that the Taoist gave me to Youlan Courtyard."

"Yes!"

"Brother Li, please don't break your promise; otherwise I will come to Baoning Pavilion on Zhaoyue Peak to find you in person later." Ji Yuan said half-jokingly and half-threateningly.

"Then they... um, Brother Ji, the five of them are my good friends who practiced together in Baoning Pavilion, please..." Li Chengyun pointed to the five Taoists who were still tied to the wooden stakes.

"Let them stay here as my guests first. When you bring me the Hundred Flowers Spirit Dew, I will let them go."

Upon hearing this, Li Chengyun did not dare to refute, but bowed his hands; then he grabbed the brown-clothed servant, jumped up on the wind, created a cloud of mist, and flew away.

When the others saw this, they were afraid that Yin Yaoer, the little evil spirit, would whip them again, so they quickly spoke up and took out their best treasures.

"Brother Ji! In my cave, there is a Beidou Bagua robe made of silk from spiritual silkworms. After wearing it, it can keep away the wind and dust, and not be stained by dirt... I would like to give it to you."

"Brother Dao! I have agarwood made from a hundred-year-old dark wood, which can help me calm down and purify my mind..."

"I have a Hundred Spirits prayer flags on the altar. When I practice, I cover them in a quiet room to ward off evil spirits and demons."

(End of this chapter)