Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 830 Harvesting Lotus Seeds, Arriving in Central Continent

Hearing that his old friend was well, Ji An was very happy. He was even happier to learn that the other was preparing to break through to a higher realm. He cautiously confirmed:
"Am I truly permitted to attend the ceremony?"

As long as you can attend the ceremony, you can get more than a thousand points of Daoist essence.

"Of course, this kind of etiquette has always existed in Central Continent, where close friends are invited to attend the ceremony."

Ping Tian Zhenjun smiled kindly and said, "If a disciple is very confident of breaking through, there is a tradition of inviting people to witness the ceremony."

Wan Jinrong shoulders the heavy responsibility of inheriting Wanbaolou, and has prepared several magic treasures for his tribulation-crossing, each of which is comparable in cost to a low-grade fourth-order spiritual treasure.

In addition, Wan Jinrong is quite talented. While he can't say that his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage is foolproof, with the support of various resources, he has at least an 80% chance of success.

Xuanqing Zhenjun has a connection with the disciples in the merchant alliance, and with his recommendation, he will definitely be able to attend the ceremony, which will help enhance their relationship.

Since we have the opportunity to befriend such a powerful cultivator, we should definitely seize it.

"Haha, thank you very much, fellow Daoist."

Ji An expressed his gratitude and made it clear that he was determined to attend the ceremony.

The two chatted for a while, and then Ji An pointed to the Five Elements Divine Mountain beneath his feet and said:

"We've been chatting for so long, and we still don't know if there are any spoils left. Let's take a look together."

He made a hand seal, and the Five Elements Divine Mountain flew up, shrinking as it ascended, until it landed in his palm, becoming only the size of a palm.

There was a large pit more than five feet deep on the ground and an 'abstract painting', which was Kong Wen's body crushed into 'papers' of varying thicknesses.

Ping Tian Zhenjun pointed to a spot in the large pit and said:

“Fellow Daoist, please look. In the central area, there is a piece of wheat-yellow cloth. That is a Sumeru bag, which is used by Buddhist cultivators to store items. It is similar to our storage bag, the Cave Void Stone.”

Buddhist practitioners possess a supernatural power called 'Mustard Seed Mount Sumeru,' which is made by weaving a special kind of silk into a base layer and refining it with supernatural powers for decades.

The storage space inside the Sumeru Bag was enormous, at least equivalent to that of a relatively high-grade Void Stone.

Ji An looked closely and indeed spotted the wheat-yellow patch. He used his object manipulation technique to grab the blood and flesh drawing in his hand, took out his storage bag to examine it, and said:

"It's quite remarkable that it wasn't damaged by the magic weapon's attack."

After saying that, he threw the Sumeru Bag out:
"Fellow Daoist, do you have a good plan to open it?"

Deep down, he hoped that the monks would all be wanderers with all their belongings, so that there would be more spoils to share.

Ping Tian Zhenjun caught the Sumeru Bag, examined it for a moment, and explained with a smile:
"This treasure is extremely flexible and difficult to destroy. I don't have the normal means to open the Sumeru Bag, but I know how to destroy it to get what's stored inside."

Ji An smiled. "I'd like to hear the details."

"Attack with piercing magical treasures or similar spells. After enduring repeated attacks, the Sumeru Bag will weaken its supernatural power and eventually become like a cloth bag cut open by a sharp blade in the mortal world."

After the space is broken open, the stored items will be scattered nearby.

My magical treasure isn't suitable for this. Fellow Daoist, do you possess a magical treasure similar to a flying sword?

Thousands of years ago, a fierce conflict broke out between the cultivators of the Central Continent and the Buddhist cultivators. As the victors, the cultivators seized many Sumeru bags.

Back then, the Yunhai Merchant Alliance also allocated several Sumeru Bags as spoils of war, which is how they figured out how to destroy them.

"I don't have such a magical treasure either, but I can unleash the Taibai Extinction Sword."

Ping Tian Zhenjun was overjoyed and used his object control technique to send the Sumeru bag back, saying:

"Please perform the spell, fellow Daoist."

Ji An caught the Sumeru Bag and continuously released spells.

As Ping Tian Zhenjun sensed the rampage of the metal elemental energy, he felt an icy chill approaching and instinctively shrank back, taking two steps back without making a sound.

The silver flying sword kept piercing the same spot in the Sumeru bag, and in just a quarter of an hour, it pierced through the bag.

Many things fell like rain, including daily necessities such as monks' robes, prayer beads, and kasayas, as well as several golden jade slips, a small amount of spiritual medicine, and a huge quantity of spiritual seeds.

Ji An discovered that the spiritual medicine was a common spiritual medicine, with a grade between the third-grade top quality and the fourth-grade low quality. The spiritual seeds were also Bodhi tree and Vajra Bodhi tree seeds, as well as some lotus seeds.

One of the lotus seeds, with its golden patterns, immediately caught his attention.

He sensed the grade of the spirit seed and found it to be a high-grade fourth rank, which made him very happy.

Ping Tian Zhenjun gave a wry smile and said:
“The path that Buddhist practitioners take is different from ours, and the methods they practice are also different. What is good for them is just ordinary for us.”

The jade slip from the Merchant Alliance recorded what they obtained when they broke open the Sumeru Bag back then, and it was similar to what they got today.

Only the Sumeru Bag is a decent item, but opening this kind of spatial treasure requires the power of will, which is an energy similar to the magic power of cultivators, but in essence, it is somewhat different.

Ji An said, "Let's pack up and divide the things."

No matter what, these are spoils of war and must be distributed fairly.

After a short while, Ji An and his companion laid out their spoils.

Looking at the mountain of spirit seeds, True Lord Pingtian said with difficulty:
“Things like prayer beads and robes are useless to us. Only these spiritual seeds seem to have some use, but not much. They have special significance for Buddhist practitioners, but not for us.”

"Fellow Daoist, I only need one low-grade fourth-tier spiritual herb from these things; the rest are all yours, how about it?"

Actually, he didn't want to take anything; taking the spiritual herb was just a token gesture. Ji An was only interested in the two lotus seeds with golden patterns; he didn't care whether he had anything else or not.

These spirit seeds are between mid-grade second tier and top-grade third tier, but even if he obtained them, they would not be of much significance to him.

He pointed to the drawing of human flesh beside him and said:
"Fellow Daoist, may I make a deal with you? I want to obtain this corpse so that it can be used as high-quality fertilizer to cultivate spiritual plants after cremation."

Of course, I'm willing to pay the price.

True Lord Pingtian hurriedly waved his hand, "Fellow Daoist, please take it."

It's reasonable for the opponent to take more spoils of war since they contributed the most during the battle.

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist."

Ji An took out two jars of pine nut wine and two bags of roasted spirit cedar seeds and handed them over, saying:
"Please accept this small token of my appreciation; otherwise, I would feel unworthy to receive so much."

People respect me one foot, and I respect others ten feet.

"You are too kind, fellow Daoist."

After declining the gifts for a while, Ping Tian Zhenjun accepted them, took out a blue jade slip, and then took out a blank white jade slip.

He copied a portion of the cyan jade slip and handed it over, saying:
"Fellow Daoist, this is a map of the Central Continent and the Western Continent. Some areas of the Spirit-Severing Land have long and narrow terrain, which can be crossed directly."

There was also a map of Central Continent inside, but the records within were no longer accurate after the True Demon Calamity.

This map represents the best route discovered by the Merchant Alliance. It is priceless to Golden Core forces, but a Nascent Soul True Monarch could draw one simply by spending the time.

It's perfect for doing favors without spending any money.

"This is exactly what I need. Thank you, fellow Daoist."

"By the way, I'll make a copy of these Buddhist monks' jade slips for you; they might come in handy."

Ping Tian Zhenjun waved his hand in refusal and said sincerely:

“The methods of Buddhist practitioners have special interpretations, and since we are not clear about the intricacies, it is best not to try them lightly.”

Furthermore, these seemingly virtuous monks always leave loopholes in their techniques, making them difficult to guard against. Fellow Daoist, please be careful.

Ji An cupped his hands in greeting and said humbly:

"Thank you for informing me, fellow Daoist. I will take precautions. Please wait a moment while I refine this body and we will return to Central Continent together."

"I'm not in a hurry, fellow Daoist, take your time. Let me explain the situation in Central Continent."

As Ji An listened to the narration, he activated the Azure Lotus Heart-Burning Flame to begin refining the remains. It took about two hours to complete, and he obtained a jar of ashes and several small, seven-colored stones the size of soybeans. These were relics.

The world of gourds.

Qin Yan paced back and forth under the Juyuan Tree with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed and looking preoccupied.

The True Lord has been gone for two days and two nights, and should have returned long ago.

'Could something have happened?'

His heart remained unsettled; he was truly worried.

He flew through the air on a crimson cloud and found the rock-armored bear fast asleep at the edge of the yellow spiritual field, calling out to it a few times.

Big Yellow, still half-asleep, asked in a gruff tone:
"What are you doing?"

The opponent's cultivation level was higher than its own, but it had powerful backers! That's why the Rock Armor Bear's tone was so aggressive.

"The True Lord has not returned for two days. I am very worried about his safety. Is it possible to contact him?"

"How can we contact each other? There is a spatial barrier between the small world and the large world. Not to mention us, even the master cannot cross it. The only way to contact each other is to fly out of the small world."

However, none of us know what the situation is like outside.

We are strictly forbidden from leaving the small world unless our master returns. If we leave rashly in case of an emergency outside, we will only cause more trouble.

You don't need to worry about your master's safety. Although there is a small world between you, the blood pact still has a faint connection, and your master is in good condition.

Besides, if the master really encounters any trouble, there's nothing we can do to help.

The rock-armored bear waved its enormous paw, then lay down on the ground and continued to snore.

Qin Yan grinned. He never knew a bear could be so talkative, repeatedly mentioning the word "master." He felt taken advantage of.

He will be a fellow disciple of Zhenjun in the future, so how can he call his senior brother "master"!

However, after hearing what he said, he relaxed and didn't argue with the rock bear.

A few days later, True Lord Pingtian pointed to the misty, sacred mountain ahead and said with great enthusiasm:
"Fellow Daoist, the headquarters of the Merchant Alliance is just ahead. Please come in and be our guest."

After learning about the situation of the Buddhist cultivators in Zhongzhou, Ji An worried that Ping Tian Zhenjun might be attacked by them again.

After leaving the Land of Desolation, he decided to go all the way and took the person to the headquarters of the Merchant Alliance.

He smiled and said, "No need. I'll come and bother you again after I've finished discussing things with my fellow Daoists from the Taixu Sect."

(End of this chapter)