Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 938 The Lost Pearl of the Blue Stone: The Cause of Inheritance

The mountain mists rippled, and the ice fog swirled.

Under the heavy, leaden clouds, a fine rain wove a dense curtain, enveloping the world in a bluish-gray cocoon.

A chill ran through her, and even Gong Qinghe couldn't help but shiver.

Looking back at the misty abyss, he gave a mocking smile.

If you want to get people to work hard, you have to offer them plenty of incentives first.

"You haven't even truly ascended to the position of young clan leader yet, and you're already resorting to family and clan laws at the drop of a hat. If you were to actually become the clan leader, would we still have a chance to survive?"

"To make empty promises and act as if one is a three-year-old child..."

He flicked the raindrops off the brim of his melon-shaped hat with his finger and suddenly found the ruthless and decisive Gong Qingli somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Although that madwoman acted eccentrically, she was very generous with her money, not to mention she had the ruthless methods that made even the elders of the clan give her a wide berth.

Gong Qinghe's eyes darted around, and he immediately took out a communication talisman, recounted what had happened, then imbued it with magic and tossed it into the air.

The golden talisman instantly transformed into a faint golden light, breaking through the rain curtain and disappearing into the distance.

Seeing this, Gong Qinghe nodded in satisfaction.

Since I've taken the initiative to show my sincerity, I imagine that crazy woman won't remain indifferent...

His mind gradually settled, and he looked up to see the path the Feathered Clan had taken.

The reason he fled when he saw the situation was not good was partly because he was unwilling to work for the stingy Gong Daosheng, and partly because it concerned the Shiyang clan's territory.

He didn't know what others thought, but when he saw the old native being brought over by the Feathered Clan, he had his own ideas.

"How could a fifth-tier tribe not have a treasure trove?"

He figured that the Feather Clan was in such a hurry to catch Yu Chengkong that they certainly hadn't spent time searching for the old man's tribe.

He might take the opportunity to sneak in and perhaps snag a bargain...

"Having survived so many close calls, it's time for me to reap some benefits."

Gong Qinghe chuckled, then leaped into the air and vanished in an instant.

Little did he know that not long after he left, two more figures flew out of the abyss into the continuous rain, and upon determining their direction, they found themselves heading in the same direction as him...

Before long, Gong Qinghe stopped his escape and gracefully landed in front of the thousands of blue stone water palaces.

All he could see were mottled bloodstains and strewn corpses. He clicked his tongue lightly but didn't care. His divine sense spread out like a spider web, carefully sifting through the precious spiritual energy.

The Shiyang clan's territory was only a small area, and in just a quarter of an hour, Gong Qinghe's eyebrows suddenly twitched slightly.

He hurried a few steps to a secluded corner, suppressing the surging joy in his chest as he looked out, and saw a simple, ancient stone hall covered in moss standing silently.

The walls of the palace faintly revealed red patterns, clearly the marks left by years of cinnabar fire.

"Could it be hiding a secret treasure of alchemy?"

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately cast a spell to dispel the restrictions in front of the palace.

Although the restriction was not particularly sophisticated, it was exceptionally well hidden and difficult to detect without deliberate investigation.

"Those fools of the Feathered Clan didn't even recognize the secret here. This young master is truly blessed with good fortune..."

As Gong Qinghe laughed, the restriction shattered. He rolled up his sleeves, pushed open the door, and entered. But as his gaze swept over the empty walls, the joy on his face suddenly froze.

"It shouldn't be..."

However, not only were there no alchemy furnaces or magical artifacts in the hall, but even ordinary medicine boxes had vanished without a trace.

Gong Qinghe shook her head secretly: "Could it be that I sensed something wrong?"

He walked around the alchemy room, and suddenly his mind raced. He looked up and saw a perfectly round pearl hanging in the center of the dome, shimmering with a warm and clear light.

His eyes lit up, then he laughed heartily: "No matter how well you hide, you can't escape my discerning eyes!"

He reached out and was about to grab the pearl when a cold voice came from outside the door: "I was wondering where you were. Turns out you were hiding here, acting as a thief."

As the words began, a handsome young Taoist priest gathered his sleeves and stepped into the inner room, his body brimming with spiritual energy, like a surging tide.

With him there first, Hong Wuyai, who came in later, seemed less conspicuous.

Gong Qinghe was taken aback and instinctively shielded Mingzhu behind her, exclaiming, "How did you get here?!"

Chen Mu remained expressionless, simply looking at the other party and asking, "Does True Lord Gong intend to take this pearl?"

These words pierced Gong Qinghe like an ice pick, and he suddenly realized that he had revealed his greed in front of the evil star.

He cursed himself inwardly for being bewitched, but put on a three-pointed obsequious smile: "No, I just happened to stumble upon this place and came in out of curiosity."

He moved lightly, seemingly intending to slip past Chen Mu and the other man and slip out of the alchemy room: "Since True Lord Chen has come, I shall take my leave..."

"Wait a minute."

Chen Mu smiled slightly: "Why is True Lord Gong in such a hurry? Since we are destined to meet here, why not wait a moment before leaving together?"

Gong Qinghe broke out in a cold sweat: "Master Chen is joking. Our two families don't have much interaction, so why..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mu had already set off for Mingzhu.

Gong Qinghe stopped abruptly, glanced at the door, then at Hong Wuyai blocking his way, and could only nod awkwardly before trying to establish a rapport with Hong Wuyai:

"Elder Hong, you've always known me; I've never wanted to get involved in clan affairs, your son..."

Hong Wuyai remained indifferent and silent, which only made Gong Qinghe feel more and more uncertain...

Chen Mu approached Mingzhu, first examining her for a moment, then taking out the small wooden stick that Shi Yangzongtian had given him.

Without him needing to do anything else, the small stick suddenly transformed into a slurry, flowing into the pearl without leaving a single drop.

After the entire area was covered in wood color, a wisp of smoke emerged from it. Chen Mu focused his gaze and discovered that there was another space inside this pearl, no more than a hundred feet in length, like a palace. Inside, there were many wooden shelves with hundreds of bamboo slips and pill boxes on them.

Besides that, there were two children, a boy and a girl, who were about seven or eight years old.

Standing beneath the tall wooden frame, the girl seemed terrified, clinging tightly to her companion's back, while the boy, though trembling, gritted his teeth and stood tall.

This courage made Chen Mu's eyes light up, and he sent a wisp of divine thought that transformed into a form within the pearl.

Upon seeing that the newcomer was not the one born with wings, but rather a celestial being who had accompanied the tribe leader earlier, the boy and girl children breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

In just a moment, the boy struggled to his feet and bowed to Chen Mushen like an adult: "Immortal Master, I wonder if the sect leader has returned?"

Upon hearing this, the girl also propped herself up with her hands and looked at Chen Mu with wide eyes.

Chen Mu's heart stirred slightly. After a pause, he still said truthfully, "Chief Shi Yang has already perished."

The boy was immediately stunned, and the girl beside him began to sob, a sight that broke the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Chen Mu then asked, "What is your relationship with Chief Shi Yang?"

The boy composed himself and looked up to reply, "In terms of seniority, the head of the tribe is my and my sister's great-great-grandfather."

"A little while ago, my father and I were tidying up the clan's belongings in the alchemy room when the villains attacked. My father hid us here and then left in a hurry. Immortal Master, is my father alright?"

Chen Mu remained silent this time, but the clever boy could easily guess what he meant. He was startled again, his lips pressed tightly together as he pondered something. "Chief Shi Yang entrusted me with a matter before he left."

Chen Mu pondered for a moment, then looked at the two: "We need to help preserve their bloodline, which is quite simple, but..."

Shi Yangzongtian also handed over the gift given to him by Lan Yan. Now that he had accepted the gift, he should find a successor for him.

Although it is unknown whether the gift given by Lan Yan contains a path to the Great Dao, it must at least contain a method to achieve the Dao Inquiry or even the Dao Realm. Otherwise, why would he mention sending Shi Yang's junior to Lan Hua Tian?
If someone with a strong will and unwavering determination were to obtain it, even if they didn't become an immortal or an ancestor, replicating the Shiyang tribe wouldn't be difficult.

The child before them is a suitable candidate, mature and composed, but the consequences are significant, involving both the Feather Clan and the Blue Duck lineage. Once the child accepts the task, he will have to bear the consequences himself.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu simply said, "Chief Shi Yang left behind a legacy, which is quite remarkable. However, there is no one like him in this world. There are not many people who can guide you, and you may even inherit a great deal of karma. Are you willing to learn it?"

"Xiao Tong is willing!"

Without hesitation, the boy answered with a determined look on his face: "My father once said that our tribe's methods are difficult to enter the realm of a True Lord. Even our tribe leader was able to break through and ask the question only after receiving the Holy Envoy's mercy and guidance."

"I, the young boy, believe that my talent is inferior to that of the sect leader. I suppose that even if I practice diligently day and night, I will at most be stuck in the Nascent Soul Realm and will never have any hope of avenging my father and clan. Rather than that, I should learn another method and ask the immortal master for help!"

As he spoke, the boy knelt down with a thud, and the girl beside him stopped crying and knelt down as well.

Seeing this, Chen Mu smiled faintly and said, "Alright, let's see how far you can go."

He flicked his sleeve, and a blue light appeared. Then, he channeled his magic power, stepped forward, grabbed the blue light, and gently patted it on his forehead.

The boy has no cultivation yet, so he needs to take action to ensure that the boy can safely receive the inheritance.

The boy's body involuntarily leaned back, and he felt a coolness on his forehead, after which he felt nothing. He reached up and touched it, only to find that the blue light had disappeared.

Chen Muqing said in a clear voice, "After you enter the Dao in the future, you will be able to see the things there. There is no need to rush now."

The boy suddenly realized what was happening, immediately knelt down and kowtowed deeply, saying, "This humble one thanks the Immortal Master for imparting the Dao..."

Although he is young, he is not stupid.

Even if the chieftain were alive and well, he would still break his promise. Why would he give the treasure to a young child?
Chen Mu fulfilling his promise is already a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune.

However, such worries are unnecessary. Although Chen Mu desires to improve his cultivation, he would never covet such an opportunity.

Leaving aside the possibility of getting entangled in complicated and ambiguous karmic relationships, the mere fact that he is a male confidant makes it difficult to explain...

"What is your name?" Chen Mu's voice was clear and melodious, like the striking of jade chimes.

The boy bowed his head respectfully and replied, "My name is Shi Yangyouan, and my younger sister's name is Youning..."

He hesitated at the end of his sentence, as if he wanted to say something but stopped, as if he was worried about something.

Chen Mu's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Speak freely."

Shi Yangyouan bowed deeply again: "May I ask, Immortal Master, is my younger sister permitted to cultivate this path together?"

Chen Mu smiled and nodded: "The path to enlightenment is lonely and cold. It is a blessing to have close relatives by your side. You may decide for yourself."

"You'an kowtows in gratitude to the Immortal Master for his great kindness!"

The boy was even more aroused than before, his small body trembling as he lay on the ground, suppressed sobs escaping from his throat.

Although the little girl did not understand what was going on, seeing her brother's condition, tears instantly streamed down her face.

Chen Mu did not step forward again. He gave the two of them a deep look before turning and leaving, saying, "Wait here for now. Once this matter is settled, I will find you a place to stay..."

The moment her consciousness returned to its place, her wide sleeves with cloud patterns fluttered lightly, and the bright pearl transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the cave.

Gong Qinghe's eyes flickered, and she forced a smile: "Has True Lord Chen's wish been fulfilled?"

Chen Mu glanced sideways at him: "It's still one step away."

He walked out of the secret chamber with his hands behind his back, but suddenly turned back as he reached the jade steps: "Isn't True Lord Gong coming with us?"

Gong Qinghe trembled inwardly, looking at Chen Mu's smile that didn't reach his eyes, and regret surged like a tide.

Greed led him back into danger. If he had been law-abiding and stood with his people from the beginning, things would not have come to this...

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, and he finally managed a dry laugh: "Of course...of course I'll go with you."

Three streaks of light shot into the sky. If it weren't for the central cyan light constantly shifting in the spiritual wind, anyone would have praised the "deep friendship between the Daoists."

At this moment, the three of them were intertwined like spider silk, clearly indicating a situation where they were mutually restraining each other...

Hong Wuyai trailed at the back of the group, his eyes darting around, clearly his mind in turmoil and inner turmoil.

Seeing that he was not far from the exit, he finally made up his mind and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen."

The light suddenly froze, and Chen Mu stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, as if he had expected this call.

Hong Wuyai seemed oblivious, and said in a deep voice, "Could you please bestow upon me a piece or two of the Soul-Soothing Lotus that you prepared that day, fellow Daoist?"

After three breaths of silence amidst the swirling spiritual mist, Chen Mu suddenly chuckled, "This item should rightfully be shared with you, fellow Daoist; there's no need for further explanation."

As soon as he had the thought, the woman formed from the spirit of the Soul-Soothing Lotus immediately exhaled a fragrance, condensing thirty percent of her essence into a complete Soul-Soothing Lotus, which she then tossed into the air.

Hong Wuyai reached out and took it, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

His expression hardened, and he bowed deeply to Chen Mu: "I, Hong, thank you, fellow Daoist..."

Chen Mu didn't ask any further questions, only saying softly, "Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be so polite. However, after giving you this item, the karmic connection between us will..."

"I save that."

Before Chen Mu could finish speaking, Hong Wuyai said earnestly, "All that will happen from now on is due to my karma."

Chen Mu nodded and turned around.

Gong Qinghe, caught in the middle, was extremely curious. The Soul-Soothing Lotus… what was Hong Wuyai planning? That this jinx had specifically pointed it out…

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On the other side, Yu Cheng's speed in the air was extraordinary, and the spiritual patterns trailing behind him left scorch marks in the void.

Not far behind, Yu Lingxi flapped her wings and broke through the air, her feathers fluttering in the gale. With each flap of her wings, she could close the distance by a hundred feet in three breaths. However, the bursts of star-shaped clouds in front of her always managed to cut off her momentum at the last minute.

She grew increasingly anxious. Although many of her clansmen were guarding the other side of the Abyss Cave, they were sure they could stop Yu Chengkong.

The problem is that some of those clansmen are of the Qingling lineage. If they are all like the young women from before, there will inevitably be some trouble.

If nothing happens in the end, that's fine, but if Yu manages to escape, then the method of merging the bloodlines of all races...

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and increased her speed by another three points!
Yu Chengkong kept a close eye on things, and a half-moon appeared between his fingers.

The moonlight, poured down from the sky, mingled with the flowing clouds, creating a ten-mile-long rainbow bridge across the dome of the sky.

This deceptive tactic should have trapped the pursuers for three breaths, but unexpectedly, Yu Lingxi neither dodged nor avoided it. With a flap of her wings, she raised a moon-white light screen, blocking all the rainbow clouds from her body.

Although this caused his qi to fluctuate and his face to turn pale and uncertain, he was one step closer to Yu Chengkong.

Yu Chengkong cursed inwardly, but his eyes suddenly lit up, and he gritted his teeth and swooped down into the dense forest of Cangnan...

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(End of this chapter)