A leisurely life in the world of cultivation

Chapter 165 It turns out that the Spirit Realm isn't entirely cold and indifferent after all.

After paying an entrance fee of twenty low-grade spirit stones, the moment I stepped through the gate of the Spirit Immortal Pavilion, a warm breeze mixed with the fragrance of spirits and the aroma of wine wafted towards me.

Unlike the simple elegance of the vermilion building outside, the interior of the pavilion was a dazzling and colorful sight.

A fist-sized "luminous pearl" hangs from the dome, its soft glow illuminating the carved beams and painted rafters throughout the hall.

Li Weizhou felt it was much softer than lamplight.

The mahogany pillars are entwined with gilded vine patterns, and silk palace lanterns hang under the eaves. In the lamplight, one can vaguely see the shadowy figures swaying behind the gauze curtains. Accompanied by intermittent music, it is more lively and fragrant than the main hall of the Five Elements Sect.

The lobby on the first floor had no tables or chairs, but instead was covered with a thick brocade carpet and some brocade stools.

The cultivators, some sitting and some standing, all wore relaxed smiles.

This is somewhat novel; in comparison, places like Drunken Fragrance Pavilion and Cloud Dream Pavilion in the mortal world are inferior.

In the eastern corner, a young man in a moon-white Taoist robe was holding a wine cup, listening to a woman in green beside him plucking the strings of a zither. The clear and melodious music refreshed the mind and spirit.

Li Weizhou guessed that this woman was probably a disciple of the Baiyin Sect.

To the west, a group of people surrounded her, their eyes fixed on the woman in red in the center. She was twirling and dancing, and as her light gauze skirt fluttered, whether it was a technique or something else, specks of pink light flew out from her as she danced, turning into butterflies as they landed. Her whole body seemed to be shrouded in pink mist, and her soft breaths seemed to tug at the heartstrings with every sound.

Wow, Hehuan Valley is awesome!
“Young Master… Sect Leader Li, this is the ‘Pink Butterfly Dance’ of Hehuan Valley.”

Hou Haikun followed behind, his voice extremely low, and said, "The gold powder is mixed with a little bit of 'Drunken Immortal Powder' spiritual powder. It smells invigorating, but it can actually arouse the desires of cultivators. Looking at it for too long can easily make one restless and irritable. Sect Leader Li, it's best not to look at it too much."

Li Weizhou raised an eyebrow and looked over. Sure enough, he saw the red-clad woman's eyes darting around, and as she swept over the crowd, some cultivators unconsciously clenched their fists, their spiritual energy surging slightly within them. On the other hand, a cultivator in a blue robe at the next table sat calmly, a jade flute on the table, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface, as if using his own spiritual energy to resist the allure of the dance music.

Tsk, coming here to temper your mind, buddy, you're quite the actor.

Ignoring Hou Haikun's advice, Li Weizhou paid another spirit stone and went up to the second floor.

Hou Haikun was almost in tears, but he didn't dare not follow. Even if he had to kneel and kowtow today, he wouldn't dare let Li Weizhou into the demons' bedroom.

After gritting my teeth and paying, I went up to the second floor.

The second floor was divided into more than a dozen private rooms, with bamboo curtains half-rolled up, allowing glimpses of people moving inside. Some rooms emitted the sounds of men and women flirting, while others were quiet, with only a wisp of zither music leaking from the curtain gap, clear and melodious, which actually drowned out the decadent music downstairs.

At the end of the corridor hung an ebony plaque inscribed with the words "Listening to the Wind." Beneath the plaque stood a woman in a plain-colored dress, holding a white jade tray with several jade slips on it. Seeing Li Weizhou approach, she curtsied and asked in a gentle voice, "Young Master, would you like to choose a private room? Would you prefer the 'Heart-Clearing Instruction' of the Hundred Sounds Sect, or the 'Heavenly Demon Dance' of the Joyful Union Valley?"

Just as Li Weizhou was about to reply, he heard a loud crash from the next private room as a jade cup shattered on the floor, followed by a young man's angry shout: "What kind of bullshit Qingxin Yin is this! Bring me a girl from Hehuan Valley!"

"See that?" Hou Haikun leaned closer and reminded him, "These are the ones whose minds have been corrupted by the Hehuan Valley. They can't turn back now. Sect Leader Li, you must be careful."

Li Weizhou glanced in the direction of the private room next door, a slight smile playing on his lips. He ignored Hou Haikun's words and instead asked the woman in plain clothes, "I've heard about the Heavenly Demon Dance? I'm new here. If I'm not tempted by the dance, I can still get a red seal?"

The woman in plain clothes trembled slightly, seemingly surprised that this unfamiliar guest would ask such a question. Where did she get the courage...? Nevertheless, she nodded and said, "Yes, tonight's Heavenly Demon Dance will be led by Miss Hongxiao from Hehuan Valley. If you can persevere, Miss Hongxiao will personally wrap a red envelope for you. However, if you wish to go to the private room on the third floor, you will need to pay an additional mid-grade spirit stone."

"Mid-grade spirit stones?"

Hou Haikun nearly jumped up, his face turning pale. He only earned a few spirit stones a month. He turned to Li Weizhou and pleaded, "Sect Leader Li, your status is too high. You shouldn't go up there. If it affects your master..."

“Ah Kun”.

Li Weizhou interrupted him calmly, flicking his finger and a mid-grade spirit stone landed on the woman in plain clothes' tray. The spirit stones collided and made a crisp sound: "Lead the way."

Hou Haikun's face turned pale, but he had no choice but to tear out spirit stones, which were his most treasured spirit stones for his wedding.

But no matter how precious the spirit stone is, it's not as important as life.

He planned to use the name of a True Monarch of the Five Elements Sect to save this wayward dog at the last moment, even if it violated the rules of the Hundred Sounds Sect and the Joyful Union Valley!
He followed her up to the third floor, muttering to himself, "Sect Leader Li, we can't be careless! That girl in red is an inner disciple of the Joyful Union Valley, and she cultivates the 'Soul-Capturing Dance,' which is said to be too much even for cultivators at the Spirit Origin Realm. You've just secured your position as sect leader, you can't afford to fall here..."

Li Weizhou ignored him, but his gaze lingered on the mural in the second-floor corridor. The mural depicted the mountains and rivers of the spirit world, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the mountains were the eyebrows and eyes, and the water was the waist, revealing a woman hidden in the clouds and mist. The brushstrokes were captivating, and if one's mind was not at peace, it would be easy to become mesmerized by the mural.

He gathered a wisp of the Five Elements spiritual energy at his fingertips and swept it across the mural. The clouds on the mural swayed slightly, as if they were resentful and retreated half an inch. It was quite interesting that even the murals had a seductive charm.

The third floor was quieter than the second floor, yet it clearly exuded a tense, almost men-centric atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

All of the dozen or so private rooms were occupied, with the bamboo curtains tightly closed, and only the occasional suppressed breathing could be heard.

It hasn't even started yet...

In the very center is a circular dance floor, with jade pillars encircling the edge. Silver threads are coiled on the pillars, and upon closer inspection, they appear to be countless tiny musical notes rising and falling gently.

A array of musical notes!
Wow, the spirit world is truly amazing.

The woman in plain clothes led them to the easternmost private room. As they pushed open the door, a cool sandalwood scent wafted out, completely different from the smell of alcohol downstairs. Inside the room was a pearwood wooden table with an incense burner and a pot of tea on it. A small couch was placed by the window, facing the center of the dance floor.

"Please wait a moment, young master. The bamboo curtain will be removed when the dance begins."

The woman curtsied and prepared to leave.

Li Weizhou asked in bewilderment, "Wait a minute, aren't there any girls to accompany us?"

The woman smiled and looked at Li Weizhou, saying, "If you wish, young master, I can stay and keep you company with drinks. However, it's a bit pricey."

Li Weizhou shrugged and said, "If I haven't lost my composure, are the spirit stones in the red envelope enough to pay the bill?"

A glint flashed in the eyes of the woman in plain clothes, and she smiled, "More than enough."

Li Weizhou smiled and said, "Alright, then you can stay."

Hou Haikun was almost in despair. Just as he was about to say something more, the building suddenly fell silent.

First, a faint, delicate melody from a flute drifted up, unlike the clear, resonant notes of the Hundred Sounds Sect, or the melodious tones of ordinary flutes; instead, it was like the spitting of a venomous snake, its subtle threads coiling around the heart. Then, pale pink light patterns lit up the floor in the center of the dance floor, the lines twisting like snakes, gradually converging into a giant mandala flower.

"coming!"

Hou Haikun clenched his fists, his palms sweating. He was very nervous, but he kept his eyes tightly closed, avoiding looking at the dance floor.

He knew his own limitations; he was absolutely no match for this kind of bewitching dance.

The woman in plain clothes said softly, "Shutting down the six senses is useless; the soul can be observed."

Hou Haikun: "..."

After a bitter smile, he opened his eyes and looked at the dance floor.

Oh well, we're already here...

The bamboo curtain rose with a "whoosh," presumably controlled by an array.

The moment the bamboo curtain was raised, the sandalwood incense filling the room was suddenly dispelled by an even richer aroma.

The woman in plain clothes added, "This is the 'Intoxicating Fragrance' unique to Hehuan Valley, which can relieve the suffering of secluded cultivation."

The fragrance, mingled with the scent of rouge from the red silk maiden's hair, drifted over with the air currents of the dance floor, like countless soft hands gently scratching the back of one's neck.

The glow of the luminous pearl on the dome seemed to have been crushed, filtering through the carved window lattice of the third-floor private room, casting mottled gold fragments onto the teacup beside Li Weizhou, making the tea soup appear to have an ambiguous pink hue.

The datura flower pattern in the center of the dance floor has fully bloomed, with the edges of the petals glowing with an eerie peach pink. Fine silver threads appear on each petal, trembling with the sound of the flute, like a woman untying her skirt.

The eight women in lotus-colored gauze dresses twisted their waists even more gracefully, and when their gauze sleeves were swung up, they revealed half of their snow-white forearms. Soft silver ribbons were wrapped around their arms, with tiny silver bells adorning the tips. The sound of the bells intertwined with the sound of the flute, and the crisp, tinkling notes were accompanied by alluring breaths, sounding even more intoxicating than the decadent music downstairs.

It turns out that sound can sometimes be more impactful than sight.

The red silk dress had already been swirled open by the dance steps, revealing a section of delicate collarbone and pink breasts, which rose and fell gently with each breath.

Her waist was like a willow dipped in spring water. With a twist, her red skirt, like a fiery tongue, licked the jade pillar. Silver notes, brushed by the hem of her skirt, emitted a soft, cat-like moan...

The most glaring thing about her was her eyes; it seemed to everyone that she was only looking at him.

A natural blush tinged the corners of her eyes, as if they held moisture or had been quenched by fire. With each blink, tiny wisps of pink light fell from her eyelashes and drifted onto the bamboo curtain of the private room, silently spreading a small patch of peach color.

"Ah……"

The woman in plain clothes chuckled softly, her fingertips lightly tracing the rim of Li Weizhou's teacup. Her voice was even lower than the sound of a flute as she said, "Even a great cultivator at the Spirit God Realm has been captivated by Miss Hongxiao's 'alluring eyes.' Young master, look, that silver thread on her waist..."

Following her gaze, Li Weizhou saw a silver thread wrapped around the waist of her red silk skirt. As she bent over and twirled, the arc drawn by the silver thread became increasingly breathtaking.

He didn't know that it wasn't an ordinary thread, but a magical artifact crafted by Hehuan Valley using "love threads." With each tremor, a wisp of extremely fine, alluring spiritual energy would penetrate into a person's sea of ​​consciousness, wrapping around their soul like a vine.

In the adjacent private room, some cultivators couldn't help but groan softly, their clothes fluttering as their spiritual energy surged within them. Some even began to loosen their clothes and masturbate...

Of course, outsiders can neither see nor hear these things; only the people on stage can see them.

The sound of the flute suddenly quickened, like a sigh when emotions run deep.

Hongxiao suddenly tiptoed, her bare feet touching the heart of the datura flower. Her arms spread out like butterfly wings, and her red skirt instantly flared up. The flame patterns on the hem of her skirt actually caught fire, not with firelight, but with countless tiny pink butterflies emerging from the folds of her skirt. They circled the dance floor once and then rushed towards the private room on the third floor.

As the butterfly's wings fluttered, illusions emerged from the scattered pink mist: some were silhouettes of people drinking together under the moon, others were intertwined shadows inside a tent. The butterfly at the front landed on the rim of Li Weizhou's teacup, transforming into a woman with features resembling her master's wife. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the tea from the rim of the cup.

Li Weizhou: "?!" This kind of vulgar fantasy is truly unbearable to look at.

Hou Haikun was already blushing, his spiritual energy was surging wildly within him, and his Adam's apple bobbed, but he gritted his teeth and dared not utter a sound.

What he saw was the old landlord's beloved concubine, smiling at him while wearing a red silk dress...

As if the illusion wasn't enough, Hongxiao suddenly stopped dancing and stood on the heart of the datura flower, looking up at the scene. Her red skirt moved without wind, and the neckline opened even wider, revealing a heart-shaped jade pendant hanging on her chest. The pendant was warmed by her body heat and even shimmered with a layer of moisture.

She pinched the jade pendant between her fingertips and gently turned it. A crack appeared in the pendant, and what emerged was not spiritual energy, but a thicker pink mist. From within the mist came her voice, soft as cotton candy: "Young master... come here..."

The sound penetrated deep into Li Weizhou's sea of ​​consciousness, and the small mirror-like image in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to spit out something before being instantly extinguished.

The dark energy in the dance floor finally surged up completely, clinging to the pink light and climbing up the jade pillars. The silver notes were corrupted by the dark energy and turned into decadent music of lovemaking between men and women, making people's bones feel weak and their scalps tingle.

Hongxiao suddenly spun around, her red skirt transforming into enormous butterfly wings. The tips of her wings swept across the mandala patterns on the ground, and the peach-pink petals suddenly stood up, like countless upright eyes, staring intently at the third floor.

Her figure appeared and disappeared among the butterfly wings. The moment her bare feet touched the heart of the flower, she transformed into a pink light, piercing through the illusion of the spirit butterfly and heading straight for Li Weizhou, the only conscious being on the third floor. This was no dance; it was clearly a transformation of her entire cultivation into a soul-hooking rope, designed to ensnare one's soul into her skirt.

The woman in plain clothes also erratically, glancing at Li Weizhou out of the corner of her eye as if to see if he would lose his composure, her gaze filled with expectation.

A delicate hand couldn't resist touching Li Weizhou's left leg...

As the pink light entered the private room, Li Weizhou finally raised his eyes. His teacup paused slightly, and a film of water formed by the five elements of spiritual energy suddenly floated on the tea. The pink light hit the film and made a soft "pop" sound, much like the sound of something being pulled out after sex.

Hongxiao's figure froze for a moment outside the private room, and the flame pattern on her red clothes dimmed by half.

Looking into Li Weizhou's calm, unwavering eyes, she suddenly bit her lip and chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with resentment and a secret excitement: "Well... well done, Five Elements Sect Leader..."

Clearly, they had already received a letter from the pimp.

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly turned around, her crimson skirt swirling into flames once more. This time, however, she didn't attack the private room, but instead danced an even more frenzied dance on the heart of the datura flower. Her waist twisted like a pretzel, her bare feet shattering the patterns of light, pink light and black mist intertwining and spreading across the entire third floor.

The woman in plain clothes could no longer hold on. Her clothes were half undone as she nestled in Li Weizhou's arms, her eyes filled with a pleading look.

She took one of his hands and placed it on her chest, panting heavily.

Li Weizhou casually stroked the red silk with his fingertips, his gaze falling on Hongxiao's dance steps. Putting aside her flirtatiousness, she did dance quite well.

The pink light in the dance floor gradually faded, and the sound of the flute also subsided. Hongxiao stopped at the heart of the flower, her red dress was half-soaked with sweat, her hair clung to her cheeks, and her gaze towards Li Weizhou was very complicated, containing frustration, amazement, and a kind of inexplicable heat.

It seems the Five Elements Sect is really going to rise again.

What kind of monster did Tao Xixing bring up from the lower realm?
"not bad."

Li Weizhou finally spoke, his voice carrying the crisp coolness of tea. He asked the woman in plain clothes, "Have you received the red seal yet?"

After squeezing it again, he withdrew his hand.

The woman in plain clothes had a face that looked like it had been boiled, filled with both shame and resentment. After straightening her clothes, she nodded and said, "Please wait a moment, young master."

"Not urgent."

Li Weizhou then looked at Hou Haikun, who was gripping his right hand tightly with his left, but had already made a fool of himself, and asked curiously, "What should we do next with him in this situation?"

You can't just let people play by themselves, can you? What kind of behavior is that?
The woman in plain clothes still dared not meet his gaze, and said with her eyes lowered, "Sisters will come to ask if we need... young master, you..."

Finally, she mustered the courage to look up, her gaze as gentle and affectionate as a stream.

Li Weizhou smiled and said, "Go get the red envelope."

The woman in plain clothes could not hide her disappointment as she turned and left.

Li Weizhou kicked Hou Haikun, and Xiao Jing's aura flickered slightly. Hou Haikun suddenly woke up and even had the urge to die on the spot. He looked miserable, but when he saw Li Weizhou, who was in a clear-headed state, he was still stunned: "Sect Leader Li, you...you're alright?"

Li Weizhou chuckled and said, "Let alone the Xuantian Tower in Qingshui City, even if the head of your Xuantian Pavilion were to come in person, he would only be on equal footing with me. How could you, a mere waiter, dare to look down on me like that?"

Hou Haikun was taken aback upon hearing this, and then his expression became indescribably complicated and strange. After a long pause, he finally said, "Sect Leader Li, please don't take offense. I was just being naive... I was overthinking it."

He understood; it must have been the Buddhist magical artifact that True Monarch Chiling had given Li Weizhou to calm his mind and spirit, which made this young sect leader so fearless.

After figuring this out, Hou Haikun almost self-destructed.

His spirit stone!

Li Weizhou chuckled, got up and went downstairs to the lobby on the first floor. He found a seat, ordered a pot of spiritual tea, and listened to the cultivators, who were in a state of high excitement, chatting and rambling.

The first floor is some distance from the third floor, and it is estimated that a magic array has been set up to block the view, so they can see it, but the impact on them is not significant.

It's probably because poor people don't have much money in their pockets.

Furthermore, the cultivators of the Hundred Sounds Sect were still tirelessly playing the "Heart-Clearing Melody".

Even so, it was enough for these people to have their fun.

The girls at Lingxian Pavilion are too expensive; they'll go somewhere else to relieve their pent-up desires later.

There are also those who have transcended this level of understanding and only want their emotional needs met, which is why they are now engaging in grand pronouncements.

They might talk about their perilous experiences and rich rewards at Qinglin Mountain, or about their conflict with someone at Duanxue Cliff, where they ultimately won.

They also mentioned the recent appearances of the Sin Clan at Blackwind Lake, warning everyone to be careful.

It also covers strange events that occur in various parts of the spirit world.

Of course, these are all minor details. The biggest wonder in the Northern Spiritual Domain today is the Five Elements Sect.

"It seems that something terrible has happened to Master Tao Xixing, the leader of the Five Elements Sect. Otherwise, the Five Elements Sect's great formation wouldn't have been activated twice. Although the second one was weaker, I heard that it was a suppression formation, which is even more dangerous. There's a high chance that something bad has happened within the Five Elements Sect again."

A burly man with stubble, half-drunk, spoke loudly.

An old man nearby chuckled gleefully, "That place has bad feng shui. Ever since the founding patriarch, it's been plagued by misfortune. Of the seven sects in the Northern Spirit Domain, which sect's patriarch could have been ambushed by five Demon Lord-level experts at once? Heh, only their sect did. In a perfectly good seven-sect martial arts competition, they were a sure thing to win first place, but their own disciples started fighting amongst themselves, dragging them down, and they ended up in last place, becoming a laughingstock of the entire Spirit Realm. Well, for being so arrogant and unrestrained, they got their comeuppance. They were ambushed by the Demon Realm. Five Spirit God Realm experts combined are equivalent to a True Monarch of the Immortal Spirit Realm, and yet three of them died. The one who survived was ultimately devoured by demonic energy, specifically the most deadly inner demon, resulting in the Five Elements Sect suffering a near-annihilation."

This time, they probably won't be able to escape again. So, the feng shui of that place is malevolent; ordinary people can't control it.

"Hey, do you think the Five Elements Sect can survive if Tao Xixing gets into trouble again?"

A middle-aged man with a sleazy appearance asked.

A young nobleman standing nearby sneered, "Live my ass! They won't survive the next Seven Sects Tournament no matter what. As long as they don't dare to go, I'll immediately go and pay my respects. The spiritual veins of heaven and earth should belong to the virtuous."

"Well said! Last time, our Fire Blade Sect signed a lease agreement with the Profound Heaven Pavilion, agreeing to rent a cave dwelling on Li Huo Peak for six months. We even paid the spirit stones, but then the Five Elements Sect suddenly went back on their word and took back Li Huo Peak. Although the Profound Heaven Pavilion was benevolent, not only did they return the spirit stones, but they also helped us find another fire spirit vein, which we Fire Blade Sect could use for free for six months. If you ask me, this spirit vein of the Five Elements Sect should belong to everyone in the Northern Spirit Region. That way, everyone can benefit, right?"

Another burly man spoke up in a loud voice, which drew cheers and applause.

At this moment, a strange voice rang out: "Is the Five Elements Sect's current predicament entirely their own fault?"

We cultivators strive to cultivate the Heavenly Dao and pursue the path to immortality, but we should never forget what it means to be human.

When that clear, cold voice fell, the clamor in the hall suddenly froze.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man in a blue Taoist robe slowly getting up in the western corner.

He still held the jade flute in his hand, its body reflecting the light of the luminous pearl, gleaming with a warm white luster.

It was the man in blue robes who had been listening to music on the first floor to temper his mind. Earlier, Li Weizhou had laughed at this man for being a repressed pervert.

But at this moment, his brows were furrowed, his gaze swept over the assembled cultivators, and he said coldly, "You all keep saying 'the virtuous should rule,' but may I ask you, is your so-called 'virtue' the greed of forceful seizure and plunder, or the callousness of ingratitude?"

The crowd erupted in fury. The burly man from the Fire Blade Sect shouted, "You bastard! Who are you cursing?"

However, the young man in blue showed no fear. He took two steps forward, his voice suddenly rising so loudly that the silk palace lanterns in the corridor swayed gently. He said, "Three thousand years ago, the founder of the Five Elements Sect, the Five Mountains True Lord, fought a bloody battle with five demon lords in the Chaotic Demon Cave for seven days. He lost an arm and an eye, yet he fought to the death, killing three demon lords, crippling one, and severely injuring another. With this battle, he managed to seal the rift in the Demon Realm for hundreds of years! Where was your Fire Blade Sect's founder back then? Why didn't he step forward and shout, 'The virtuous should occupy the spiritual vein?'"

"you……"

The burly man, his spirits waning, could only flick his sleeves and say, "Incomprehensible," before sitting down and remaining silent.

The young man continued, “A hundred years ago, the demonic calamity struck again. The seven sects united to fight against the evil race. All the cultivators at the Spirit God Realm of the Five Elements Sect came out, and three hundred disciples guarded the demon cave. In the end, only seventeen survived! Their remains have not been collected to this day, but they have protected the Northern Spirit Region for a hundred years!”

"Cultivation of heaven and pursuit of immortality?"

The young man sneered, pointing his jade flute at the luminous pearl in the dome, and said, "If the Heavenly Dao can tolerate ingratitude, and the Immortal Path can lead to a cold and indifferent heart, then it's better not to cultivate immortality at all! It's better not to pursue the Dao! Today, I, Mo Chen of the Hundred Sounds Sect, swear here that anyone who dares to take advantage of the Five Elements Sect's crisis to seize its territory is an enemy of the Hundred Sounds Sect! They are an enemy of the ten-thousand-year-old bloody history of the Northern Spirit Domain in resisting demons!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion came from the east. An old man, leaning on his cane, stood up. It was the same man who had been gloating earlier. Now, however, his face was flushed, but he bowed to Mo Chen and said, "Young friend is right... I was confused."

The noble young man's face turned pale. He opened his mouth, but ultimately dared not utter another sound.

The burly man from the Fire Blade Sect scratched his head and said in a muffled voice, "I... I take back what I just said. The spiritual veins of Li Huo Peak should still belong to the Five Elements Sect."

Even Hou Haikun straightened his back and secretly glanced at Li Weizhou beside him. He saw that Li Weizhou was holding a teacup, his fingertips gently stroking the rim of the cup, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with five-colored stars.

Mo Chen looked at the gradually quieting hall, his voice softening but becoming more forceful: "We cultivators strive to defy fate and seek transcendence, but what we should cherish most is the character '人' (person)."

He turned around, bowed deeply in the direction of the Five Elements Sect, and held his jade flute across his chest: "May True Person Tao be safe and sound, and may the Five Elements Sect prosper forever."

In the ensuing silence, someone suddenly followed suit, bowing with their hands clasped in greeting, then a second, then a third. In the end, even those rogue cultivators who had originally planned to "vent their frustrations elsewhere" bowed solemnly towards the direction of the Western Five Elements Sect and said, "May True Person Tao be safe and sound, and may the Five Elements Sect prosper forever."

The light from the luminous pearl spilled down and fell into Li Weizhou's teacup, creating ripples of fine gold.

He gazed at the bowing figures in the room, then suddenly downed the cup of spiritual tea in one gulp. The tea's aroma, upon entering his throat, carried a scalding heat.

It turns out that the spirit world is not entirely cold and indifferent after all.

It turns out that the weight of those strokes, those two lines, is ultimately remembered by someone.

He stood up and returned the greeting to Mo Chen, saying, "I am Li Weizhou, the current sect leader of the Five Elements Sect. Thank you for your righteous words, fellow Daoist. Please rest assured, my master is unharmed and his old injuries have healed. When the Five Elements Sect reopens its gates, it will be the day to hold the grand ceremony for my master, the True Monarch. If you are free at that time, please take the time to come and be an honored guest of the ceremony."

Of course, when the mountain gates will be opened depends on whether Tao Xixing is capable of doing it.

The crowd was in an uproar. No one had expected that the Five Elements Sect Master had been replaced and was now sitting right there.

Furthermore, Tao Xixing has even broken through to the Immortal Spirit Realm and achieved the True Monarch Dao Fruit?!
My God, this is a major event that could change the current landscape of the Northern Spirit Domain!

"I wonder if Sect Leader Li would be willing to invite me to attend the ceremony?"

A soft, sweet, and captivating voice suddenly rang out, instantly shattering the solemn and dignified atmosphere.

In an instant, no one cared about the Five Elements Sect's leader anymore, and even the young man from the Hundred Sounds Sect looked up towards the stairs.

The girl in red silk appeared.

……

(End of this chapter)