After becoming invincible, start having fun in the world

Chapter 326 Central Continent
While Wei Kang was discussing the feasibility of the supernatural chip etching process with angel investor and technical supporter Chu Ke, at the same time in Zhongzhou...

In the center of a huge waterfall pool, a pavilion reflecting a metallic luster stands quietly in the pool, and as the mist rises and falls, it sounds as if wind chimes are ringing.

If someone were to go up and take a look, they would discover that the so-called wind chime sound was actually coming from the roof tiles of the pavilion.

To be precise, it was the crisp sound produced by the collision of the tiles made up of hundreds or thousands of sword blades.

What was blowing them was not the wind, but the layers of "mist," which was the dense and well-formed sword energy that had condensed above the Sword Washing Pool!
If anyone dares to trespass without the permission of the Sword Washing Pool disciples, this solidified sword energy can transform into a truly deadly sword calamity.

The thin mist on the water was pushed aside, and a light boat, propelled by the boatman's pole, darted about like a fish and slowly came to rest beside the pavilion.

A beautiful woman draped in a light veil stepped from the boat into the pavilion.

"No matter how many times I come here, I feel that living in this place for too long is bad for your health. Be careful of getting rheumatism from the dampness entering your body."

"Haha, Doctor Tianyi is joking."

A group of cultivators of various appearances had already gathered in the pavilion. Their only common feature was the aura emanating from them, which was as deep and unfathomable as that of high-ranking cultivators.

An old man dressed entirely in white, with a rusty sword blade tied to his waist with a rag, smiled and answered the beautiful woman: "We are all cultivators who have returned to the Void Realm. What do you mean by rheumatism? We should be more concerned about the sword energy entering our bodies and damaging our meridians."

"The Qi of nature is all-pervasive, and it won't treat you differently just because you have a high level of cultivation..." The beautiful woman only mentioned it briefly and didn't go into more detail, after all, her theory was an old-fashioned one even in the Heavenly Medicine Pavilion.

"Oh well, looks like I'm the last one to arrive?"

"There is no distinction between first and last. This moment is but a fleeting instant in the long course of our lives. What difference does it make whether it comes first or last?"

The beautiful woman called the Heavenly Physician frowned and looked at the woman who had spoken: "Why are people from your Longevity Pavilion here too?"

"Can't you come?" The woman's head was covered with a black silk scarf, so only the outline of her face could be vaguely seen, and her expression could not be seen.

It wasn't that the scarf was some kind of high-end item, but rather that everyone present intentionally refrained from asking about it, which was a basic act of mutual respect.

“…Of course it’s possible.” The Heavenly Physician hesitated for a moment: “Anyway, in the entire cultivation world, your Longevity Pavilion is the one that values ​​life the most. What else can I say?”

All the cultivators in the Central Continent know that people from the Longevity Pavilion have no fighting ability whatsoever. They use all their cultivation to increase their lifespan. When they encounter enemies, they just stall for time, waiting to come out of seclusion and dance on their enemies' graves.

It is precisely because of this that Shou Lou's escape skills are unparalleled in the world. As soon as there is the slightest disturbance, he disappears on the spot like a startled squid, spewing ink and hiding in a magical artifact or cave with terrifying defensive power, never to emerge for a hundred years. He is known as the Turtle Tower.

“I understand what you mean, that’s all in the past.” The masked woman smiled slightly: “The Dao of the Longevity Pavilion has now changed hands.”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the pavilion looked up, momentarily surprised.

This is a big deal. The change of leadership in a sect is no different from the change of sects.

But everyone wisely refrained from asking further questions, since anything related to Taoism could easily lead to a blood feud.

The 1,500-year-old conflict between the Moving Mountain Sect and the neighboring Hanhai Sect ultimately stemmed from a single comment made by the Hanhai Sect's sect leader when the Moving Mountain Sect changed its Dao.

Seeing the sudden silence, the old man in white quickly stepped forward and said, "In short, everyone has gathered here today for the sacrificial ceremony."

"Since Shoulou is involved this time, how about we give up a certain percentage of our share to Shoulou?"

"can."

"good."

The "several percent" mentioned here is not a good thing, but a troublesome matter, which is why everyone present is so easy to talk to.

Theoretically, the Dao Sacrifice Ceremony requires the participation of all cultivators in the cultivation world, but the ceremony takes place in the Central Continent, separated from other continents by the Endless Sea. As the organizers and the de facto leaders of the cultivation world, the various sects of the Central Continent naturally need to uphold the grandeur of the host and are responsible for launching flying boats to ferry participants from other continents.

Thunderstorms and gales are commonplace on the endless sea, and demonic beasts and evil cultivators roam like weeds, making rescuing people a difficult task.

Seeing that no one from Shoulou objected, the old man with the sword nodded and said, "Then it's settled. The auspicious day that the old man of the Heavenly Secrets Institute has divined is today, three months from now. Let the ferry set off immediately. I've calculated the time, and it'll be just enough to pick them up half a month before the sacrificial ceremony."

This effectively concluded the gathering, and everyone except the old man with the sword was picked up by the small boat.

For a moment, the pavilion returned to silence, with only the tinkling sound of the sword energy striking the tile.

The old man untied the sword strip wrapped around his waist and placed it on his lap.

"Position... still the position..."

"It seems the situation in the heavens is not optimistic. Even those old bastards from Shoulou have changed their ways and returned to the martial world for these positions."

The old man took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Clearly defying the heavens, how come even ascension is subject to the whims of the Heavenly Dao..."

"..."

"Stop it, stop it, if I keep thinking about it, I'll really get rheumatism just like that old hag said."

The old man flicked his finger lightly across the sword blade: "Call Mingli and Mingyue over. They will be in charge of guiding us this time."

The sound of swords echoed across the lake, carrying the old man's words into the mist.

In just a moment, two sword lights landed outside the pavilion, transforming into two figures, a man and a woman.

The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding an air of righteousness. He looked straight ahead, yet there was a slight sense of incongruity about him.

Speaking like a normal person is just an act.

The woman had a dashing look, her hair tied in a high ponytail, and a sword slung over her back. Her eyes revealed a sense of pride.

In layman's terms, it means that they haven't experienced the harsh realities of society.

Do you know why you were chosen this time?

"Disciple understands. This is to send me to those remote areas..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, the man next to her kicked her: "Master, this is to give your disciple a chance to gain experience."

"Well, that's good to know."

The old man looked troubled, but still nodded.

These two disciples are good in every way, except that one is too stubborn and the other is too cunning. In the elder's words, they are "good sword blanks, but they need to be polished."

"Go, let's set off today."

The old man waved his hand, tossed two sword-shaped jade talismans to the two men, and disappeared from the spot.

A moment later, the man looked up and realized the old man was really gone. He breathed a sigh of relief and reached out his hand to the woman: "I told you they would send us this time. A bet is a bet."

"Humph!"

(End of this chapter)