Slime Immortal

Shao Qingsong changed the subject, "Brother like me is so indecisive, and I'm only practicing Qi yet I'm always thinking about building a foundation pill. This is called impetuous and unrealistic."

"It's not surprising that you don't recognize Ancestor Dangjian. This Grand Elder was an Earthly Immortal who achieved the Golden Core Dao Fruition by slaying monsters in the South China Sea a hundred years ago. Although a hundred years seems like a blink of an eye to him, we, the younger generation, were not even born then."

"If I could witness the wonder of the Earthly Immortals returning to the Heavenly Sword Palace, perhaps a hundred years from now, when you and I are old, we would still feel a surge of emotion when we recall it."

Chen Yu asked, "How long is this old ancestor's lifespan? What is above the Golden Core?"

"It's been at least three hundred years. As for how much longer it can remain at large, I don't know."

Shao Qingsong replied, then added with a touch of awe in his tone, "Above the Golden Core stage, those beings may have already become no different from immortals. Their realm is so mysterious that we cannot fathom them. Perhaps they are close to merging with the heavens and earth, and wandering through the myriad realms. However, Junior Brother, it is inappropriate to criticize the Dao Master without authorization. Let's leave this topic at that."

He sighed, "Alas, becoming an immortal, becoming an immortal. Whether I, your senior brother, can break through the foundation-building stage in my lifetime is still unknown. If I could extend my lifespan by a hundred years, I would return to my hometown to raise children and become a free and easy ancestor."

Chen Yu stopped asking about the secrets of the higher realm and wanted to ask about the situation in Yunshen Xiaozhu, but he saw that the cultivators traveling on the cloud chariot seemed to have noticed something and looked up at the southern sky.

At this moment, an indescribable throbbing came from the southern sky without warning.

The power was deep and vast, instantly drowning out the clamor at the ferry and the gentle sound of the cloud chariot breaking through the wind.

"Om..."

Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously followed his instincts and looked in the direction he was going. Shao Qingsong's words abruptly stopped, and he turned around in the same surprise.

I saw the southern sky, which was originally as blue as the clear sky, suddenly burst out with golden light.

Like a golden tide, it surged out from the horizon, quickly dyeing half the sky and coating the flowing clouds with a dazzling golden edge.

"Here he comes, it's the old man Dangjian! The old man has returned!" Shao Qingsong stood up suddenly, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

At the ferry and above the clouds, all the monks and disciples traveling back and forth, no matter where they were or what they were doing, all stopped what they were doing at the same moment and looked up at the vision that shook the heavens and the earth.

The noise instantly died down, leaving only the whimpering of the wind through the clouds.

Then, within the boundless golden light, a more condensed silver light appeared.

Then there were two o'clock, ten o'clock, a hundred o'clock, a thousand o'clock, ten thousand o'clock...endlessly.

"Zheng——!"

Those thousands of silver dots were actually condensed light swords of various shapes and sizes.

They emerged from the depths of the golden light and converged into a vast torrent of immeasurable width and length.

The overwhelming pressure swept over like a tangible tsunami, causing all the disciples with insufficient cultivation to feel their breathing stagnate and their minds shaken, as if their souls were about to be torn apart by the sharp intent.

"The Heavenly Sword... has returned."

Under the gazes of countless awe-inspiring eyes, the torrent of thousands of swords that spanned the sky finally rushed towards the highest and most precipitous isolated peak - the Heavenly Palace - in the depths of Sanyuan Sect, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

Ten thousand swords fell silent, like tired birds returning to their nests. When the last ray of sword light disappeared into the palace gate, the golden light in the sky also slowly converged and dissipated.

The sun shines again and the clouds start to flow again.

"It's the Sword Master, the Master has truly returned."

"The Earth Immortal returns to the sword! I am so lucky to see such a marvelous sight in my lifetime."

"Is that the power of an earthly immortal?"

Admiration, enthusiasm, awe, fear...all kinds of emotions surged among the crowd.

And Chen Yu felt the same way.

Xu Xuantian's golden elixir was very different from what he had imagined.

I don’t know when he will be able to perform the trick of “Wan Mu Returns to the Origin”.

After a brief pause and noise, the cloud chariot readjusted its direction, continued to break through the cloud waves, and carried Chen Yu leisurely towards the Yunshen Cottage located deep in the bamboo forest and lotus pond.

Chapter 120 Your Majesty, there is no food at home

In the deep bamboo forest, an exquisite three-in-one bamboo house stands quietly.

Half of the bamboo house is supported on a crystal clear lotus pond. The pond water is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds and the swaying green bamboos.

Shao Qingsong excitedly threw a handful of fish feed into the pond, and immediately fine ripples appeared on the water surface, attracting the fish to float up and breaking up their reflections in the water.

"So, Junior Brother, you've decided so quickly?" He turned around and asked with some surprise, "You're going to live here?"

Chen Yu nodded: "This place is nice, no need to look any further."

Just as Shao Qingsong said, a cloud formation covered the lotus pond and the surrounding mountains. Anyone who wanted to enter had to get approval from the master of the formation.

Hidden in the clouds, his secrets can also reduce the risk of being exposed.

Surrounded by green bamboos and accompanied by a lotus pond, this is indeed an excellent place for spiritual practice. However, the rent is ridiculously expensive, requiring six spirit stones per month.

After confirming the new residence, Chen Yu, with the help of Shao Qingsong, returned to Cuizhulin and took his few belongings with him.

After officially moving into Yunshen Cottage, he went to the small market outside the bamboo forest, bought candied fruits, pills and other gifts, and went to visit the senior brother who lived nearby.

Seeing Chen Yu coming with gifts, the senior brother couldn't refuse and welcomed him into the house.

Chen Yu soon learned the other party's name - Yang Hongli. He joined the sect thirty years ago and has now reached the eighth level of Qi training. He lives in seclusion in this quiet Yunshen Bamboo Forest in order to concentrate on training and studying the art of formations.

Yang Hongli's attainments in formations were indeed extraordinary. When Chen Yu took out the star map depicting the "Terlov Ten-Star Ginza" on the pretext of cracking the ancient formation, he took a closer look and pointed out the key.

Yang Hongli sat upright on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, his fingertips lightly tapping the slightly rough star map, and he spoke carefully:

"Junior brother, do you know that this advanced magic array can be divided into the Earth Array and the Sky Array?"

"The fundamental principle of setting up a geomancy formation lies in determining the dragon veins and feng shui patterns of the mountains and rivers. It requires harnessing the natural forces of heaven and earth, following the principles of Qi Men Dun Jia, to locate dragon points and draw spiritual energy from the earth's veins. The location of the formation base and center, as well as the strokes of the talismans, must all be precisely aligned with the flow of local geomancy. Only in this way can it be stable and lasting, and activate the power of the earth's spirit."

"As for this celestial formation," he changed the subject, pointing to the star map, "it focuses more on deducing the celestial phenomena and the trajectory of the ecliptic. The layout of the formation base and the outline of the talisman array patterns must all accurately correspond to the positions of the stars in the sky. When the formation is in operation, it draws upon the vast and majestic power of the stars."

"If what you say is true, then the ancient formation must replace the Big Dipper with these ten unknown stars. This means that the core logic of the entire formation needs to be completely reconstructed. Even the position of the formation base, the energy flow nodes of the formation pattern, and even the spiritual power frequency required to maintain the formation's operation must be completely reconstructed and deduced based on the position and distance of these ten fictional or unknown stars."

“It’s hard work.”

Chen Yu was not panicked.

"Brother, I have spirit stones."

Yang Hongli was stunned when he heard this, then laughed: "Brother, you don't need spirit stones, so there's no need. This puzzle itself is quite interesting to me."

His gaze returned to the star map, appreciating it. "The arrangement of these ten stars is ingenious and by no means a random fabrication. It's clearly the product of a profound study of artificial astrology by our predecessors. While artificial astrology lacks any trace in the heavens, if it can be logically consistent and form its own system, it can produce extraordinary effects even without any connection to the real astrology."

After pondering for a moment, Yang Hongli took out a heavy bag of spirit stones and pushed it towards Chen Yu. "For such a precious star map, Junior Brother, I should be the one paying you with the spirit stones. Please accept these 100 spirit stones. I feel unworthy of this."

Go against Tiangang!

Chen Yu walked out of Yang Hongli's bamboo house holding the heavy bag of spirit stones. It took him a while to come back to his senses.

Not only did he not spend a single spirit stone, but he got a hundred out of thin air.

The value of this "Zeyarella Star Map" far exceeded his imagination.

However, modifying the formation was not an easy task. Yang Hongli asked him to come back in three days to get the modification plan, so he could only return to his bamboo house first.

Back in the house, he moved his mind slightly, and four new slime men were secreted out.

"pat...pat..."

The soft little guys fell to the ground, stood up dazedly, staggered, and almost fell into a ball.

But soon, they adapted to the new environment and began to explore around curiously.

"You, responsible for drawing talismans; you, specialize in swordsmanship..."

Chen Yu assigned tasks one by one and planned a "career path" for them.

After everything was arranged, he let it go without any worries and lay back on the bed to rest comfortably.

……

Fortress Tree Hall.

Chen Yu opened his eyes in front of the fire pit, and his limp body rebounded to full height.

When he looked outside the tree hall, he saw that it had started to rain heavily without him noticing.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder, and the little slimes in the tree hall were so scared that they hid beside their slime mother and trembled, while Xiaohua was still holding the talisman book he gave her and reading it carefully.

"A-choo! Damn rain!"

Lord Bran's screams came from outside, and it jumped back in hastily like a drowned rat to take shelter from the rain.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Lord Bran was shivering with cold, and with his feathers all wet, he jumped to the fire pit.

Seeing that it was so cold, Chen Yu secreted a ball of red slime with "fire affinity" and jumped in front of it, slightly warming up and emitting light and heat.

"Heater, stick it on."

"Oh, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Woohoo... this thing is really comfortable." Earl Bran hugged the warm little slime tightly and felt less cold.

"Where is the Yano man? Why is he gone?" Chen Yu asked curiously.

"That Knight Arno, he said there's going to be a demonic tide in about five days, so he's going back to town to buy supplies."

"This torrential rain keeps falling. I don't think he'll be able to come back tomorrow."

"Demonic tide?" Chen Yu bubbled with doubt.

Lord Bran hugged the hot pack tightly, feeling so comfortable that he could hardly open his eyes.

"It's not... the massive demonic tide you imagine, Your Majesty. It's a small one, but still terrifying. If we don't take precautions, the kingdom's fortress might collapse in an instant."

"However..." It shook its wet feathers, its tone becoming worried. "Rather than the demonic tide, ahem...this earl believes that Your Majesty should be more concerned about the kingdom's food reserves."

"Just now, this Earl braved the rain to inspect the farm and discovered that those moss monsters have an astonishing appetite. Simply gathering moss sawdust from the surrounding area is not enough to feed them."

"If we don't find a way to get more food, we'll have to scale back our breeding. Then there won't be enough moss monsters to feed those stinging bees."

Chen Yu thought about it carefully and realized that this was indeed a problem.

"My respected Minister Bran, do you have any suggestions?"

"Oh! Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty."

Lord Bran's tone was instantly filled with joy. He was obviously very pleased with the title of "Minister". He flapped his wings and tried to show humility.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. This problem isn't difficult to solve. Grimlin, those forest goblins are experts at growing mushrooms."

"We can have that stupid guy Arthur represent the Slime Kingdom and trade with the old antiques in the Root Tongue Forest in exchange for the food the kingdom needs."