Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 9: Going to the Funeral
After leaving the mansion, Song Xian packed his luggage and went straight to the outer peak secular affairs pavilion. He met the person who came to report the death, asked about the situation, and then took a strong horse and went out of the mountain gate.

Although he had a flying magic tool to travel, the speed of a primary flying magic tool was very slow.

Secondly, using flying magic tools for a long time requires a constant supply of spiritual power.

Thirdly, Zhang Shilin had told him not to show off his wealth to avoid trouble, and to keep a low profile along the way. So before setting off, he deliberately changed into ordinary clothes.

The Qingyun Sect is located in Changping City, Pingyuan County. Song Xian's family is also in Changping City, but it is located in a remote village. The two are only a few hundred miles apart.

He rode at full speed all the way, changed horses several times on the way, and finally arrived at Songjiazhuang in Lingshan Town.

After being away for nearly ten years, he returned to his hometown and was a little unrecognizable. It was not until he was seen by an uncle from the clan that he was taken home.

"Oh! Dear grandson, you are finally back." An old man with a burly waist and a fat face heard the shouting like gongs and drums outside and hurried out to greet him, trotting all the way to him.

"Grandpa." Song Xian recognized the old man and called out.

Hu the butcher suddenly smiled with joy, and said with a helpless look: "Incredible, incredible, he is now a big shot in the immortal family, come in quickly."

Song Xian was surrounded by the crowd and entered the house. At this time, the original dilapidated room had been rebuilt into a house, which stood out in Songjiazhuang.

When the neighbors in the village heard that he had returned, they all flocked to him just to see this immortal figure.

Inside the mansion, Hu the butcher was introducing everyone to him one by one. Song Xian's father had no brothers or sisters and was alone. Most of these people were distant relatives of the clan. He had some impression of a few of them, but he didn't know most of them at all.

After nodding with everyone, Song Xian asked, "Grandpa, how did my father pass away?"

"Ah!" Hu the butcher sighed. "Ever since the news spread that you've become an official disciple of the Qingyun Sect, many dignitaries have come to curry favor with your father. Among them, Master Zhang Wenju, the captain of the household, gave your father a large mansion in the city, so he moved there. Every day, wealthy families invite him to dinner and the theater."

"One day, your father got extremely drunk and passed away in a daze after returning home. When the doctor arrived, he was already dead."

At this point, Hu the butcher wiped away a few tears, looking heartbroken and emotional: "Poor my good son-in-law! He was filial and generous. Who didn't remember his kindness when he was alive? I didn't expect him to have such a miserable life. He passed away just after enjoying happiness for a short time. It's heartbreaking for me, an old man, to see him go. "

Song Xian was silent for a while, and then asked many trivial questions, such as how his father made a living and how his life was during the years he was away.
When he was sent to Qingyun Sect, Song Jian had not yet developed the bad habit of gambling and was just an honest farmer.

Of course, people would not say in front of him how his father was addicted to gambling, selling land, and stealing chickens and dogs. They all said flattering things about him.

After chatting for a while, Song Xian, led by his grandfather and clan elders, went to his father's grave to pay homage, and then paid homage to his father's spirit tablet in the clan's ancestral hall.

He remained silent and did not shed tears throughout the journey.

However, Hu the butcher went to the cemetery and cried loudly, as if it was his father who had died.

After paying homage to his father, Song Xian stayed at home for a few days.

When Song Jian was alive, many wealthy people gave him land, gold, silver, jewelry and houses.

Naturally, he didn't care much about these things and let Hu the butcher take care of them all, which made Hu the butcher so happy that he danced with joy.

.........

At night, the moon is round and the sky is full of stars.

Song Xian rode a fast horse and galloped all the way. In the distance, he saw a mountain covered by clouds and mist. The mountain stretched for more than ten miles and was surrounded by clouds and mist.

This is the largest market for practicing cultivation in Changping City, called Yunxishan Market.

This market originally had a share of the Qingyun Sect, but unfortunately it has now changed hands. The reason for this is, of course, that the Qingyun Sect is now in decline, so it was eliminated after three shocks.

As he was sailing, he saw a boat shining with red light passing by in the sky, and its speed was much faster than his galloping horse. Song Xian looked up and could vaguely see several figures on the boat.

His spirits lifted, and he rode his horse at full speed, following the flying magic weapon into the mountains.

He entered the mountain gate since he was a child and never left. This was his first time to go to the cultivation market. Before going down the mountain, Zhang Shilin told him that after paying homage to his father, he could first go to the Yunxi Mountain Market, find the Qingyun Sect shop there, and then take a boat to Guangxing City.

This is because Guangxing City is two or three thousand miles away from Changping City, and one must take a large merchant ship. If one relies solely on horsepower, it will take a long time and will inevitably delay things.

Yunxi Mountain is extremely famous in Changping City. Not only are practitioners aware of it, but even ordinary civilians have heard of it and know that it is a place where immortals gather.

This place is forbidden for mortals to enter. If anyone dares to break in, he will be punished with a beating at the very least, and even death at the worst.

After passing through the clouds and mist and entering the interior of the mountain, he continued straight along the main road. From time to time, he could see monks passing by on the road. Some of them were riding horses like him, while others were riding flying instruments.

After riding for a while, we finally saw a towering city wall.

The city wall was built extremely high, more than ten feet high, and looked like a cliff. The wall surface was very flat, and the wall connected from east to west, with no end in sight.

There is a huge open gate in the center of the city gate, with three big characters "Yunxifang" written on it.

There were two disciples of Yuanyi Sect wearing green clothes guarding inside.

Yuanyi Sect is also a spiritual sect in Changping City. It has grown and developed over the years and has become the largest force in Changping City.

Many of Qingyun Sect's overseas businesses were swallowed up by it, including the share of the Yunxishan Market.

As the largest spiritual practice market in Changping City, Yunxifang has long been famous.

This is the safest and most formal market for practicing cultivation in Changping City. All major forces from Pingyuan County and even Xishu County have opened shops here.

There are countless kinds of cultivation materials, and auctions are held regularly, so it is no surprise that Yunxifang has become the preferred trading place for cultivators in Changping City.

Such a cash cow is naturally being watched by various companies, and the major shareholders behind it are several major forces in Pingyuan County.

When the Qingyun Sect had not yet declined, it had a share here by virtue of its status as a local snake. It was mainly responsible for maintaining the public security of the market and the safety of the transportation of materials. However, after the decline of the sect, it was eliminated by several big bosses behind the market.

It is impossible for others to trust a sect that does not even have foundation-building cultivators.

The Yuanyi Sect replaced the Qingyun Sect. Although the major forces behind Yunxifang were powerful, it was impossible for them to send too many people to manage a mere market. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. Therefore, after the Qingyun Sect was eliminated, the Yuanyi Sect naturally became the owner of Yunxifang.

Soon, Song Xian arrived in front of the city wall. There were many horses tied outside the city, and even many carriages.

At this time, another flying magic weapon came galloping from behind, passed Song Xian's horse, and stopped in front of the towering city wall. Two monks, a man and a woman, jumped on it. After the man put the magic weapon into the storage bag, the two walked straight into the inner room.

Seeing this, Song Xian tied his horse outside and took out the sword from under the saddle. It was the Youlong Sword that Zhang Shilin gave him on the day he became his apprentice.

This time when he left the mountain, he always carried it with him in case of any emergency.

"This is my first time visiting your place. May I ask, fellow Taoist, are horses not allowed to enter the city?" When passing through the city gate, Song Xian asked the disciple of Yuan Yizong who was standing on the left.

"You are not allowed to taming beasts, riding flying magic tools, or fighting privately in the market. Violators will be severely punished. If you have any trouble, you can seek help from the market management staff." The man responded expressionlessly.

Song Xian then stopped asking questions and went straight into the inner room. After passing through the city gate, he saw a wide bluestone street. People were coming and going on the street. Although it was not crowded, it was still very lively.

The monks coming and going were wearing all kinds of clothes. Some of them were wearing clothes that emitted a faint glow, and they were obviously some kind of expensive robes. Some were wearing silk brocade, like wealthy businessmen. Most of them were wearing clean long gowns.

Among them, there were also many people like Song Xian, holding various magical weapons in their hands. Some carried shields, some held axes, and some held spears, just like people in the martial arts world.

There is no way. After all, only a few people can afford luxury items like storage bags, but when you go out, you have to be careful and prepared for any eventuality.

Although it may not be aloof for a monk to carry a knife, a sword, an axe or a spear, it is better than losing his life accidentally.

On both sides of the bluestone street are rows of shops and lofts, each with its own name hanging on its head.

He walked along the bluestone street for a long time and finally saw the Qingyun Sect's shop, so he walked in.

Looking around, there were only a few guests wandering around the counter in the hall.

Seeing this scene, Song Xian couldn't help but shake his head. He was not only discouraged by the poor business of the sect's shops, but more disappointed.

After he entered the room, no one greeted him.

Sitting behind the desk on the right was a fat, big-eared middle-aged man wearing the Qingyun Sect's uniform, looking very sloppy.

This person should be the disciple of Qingyun Sect who manages the shop here. Apart from him, there are only three young women, all sitting on the side.

This reminded Song Xian of the officials in the government hall in the fantasy world.

With this kind of business, it’s no wonder that there are so few customers.

The store itself is not as famous as those big forces, and with such a lazy service attitude, there is no way the store can do well!
(End of this chapter)