An hour later.
The five disciples of Xuyun Sect, along with one outer sect disciple, walked out of the inn together and headed towards the Golden Osmanthus Palace.
Fang Zhiyuan really didn’t remember anything when he woke up.
Lin Fuqing was extremely calm. He pointed at him and said a few words, “I’ve told you many times that drinking will cause trouble, but you still won’t change.”
The bustling crowd was all around them, and only about 30% of them were young talents in varying outfits and temperaments. It was obvious that they were also participating in the Golden Osmanthus Challenge.
The remaining 70% were miscellaneous people, including teachers, relatives and friends who came with them, servants who served their masters, and envoys from various major forces who came to recruit talents. The rest were cultivators who came purely to watch the fun and small vendors who took the opportunity to profit.
A constant stream of people passed through the high palace wall and entered through the main gate.
Under the sunlight, the dark golden pavilions were dazzling from afar. The golden eaves stretched to the sky, and the osmanthus trees were in full bloom. When the breeze blew, a strong osmanthus fragrance suddenly filled the air.
More than a hundred monks in yellow robes stood on both sides of the avenue, leading the guests traveling from afar.
Shen Xiaojiang couldn’t help but exclaim, “This is the Golden Osmanthus Palace? It’s so grand!”
Lin Fuqing was still thinking about the million taels of spirit stones that Lu Kuifu had given him, so he looked for an opportunity to quietly ask Fang Zhiyuan, “Will the master of Golden Osmanthus Palace come to personally watch the Golden Osmanthus Challenge?”
Fang Zhiyuan snorted, “Normally, that wouldn’t happen. But it might not be the case this time. If Lu Kuifu is really a reborn soul, with his character, wouldn’t he hurry over to pay his respects to the Lord?”
Lin Fuqing glared at him. “Do you think everyone is like you? They can ignore everything and throw away the position of the head of the immortals?”
Fang Zhiyuan glanced back unwillingly.
Gradually, a figure appeared on the opposite side. Lin Fuqing stopped chatting with his shidi and looked up.
Thanks to the spiritual jade slip that Zhiyuan had given him, he had no difficulty identifying the major forces gathering here today.
On their right were the female disciples from Furong Pavilion, a medical village in the immortal realm. Each of the disciples wore a plain skirt with flowing ribbons, looking gentle and affectionate. On their left were the scholars from Shisong Academy, neatly dressed in blue cloth shirts and headscarves, and quite a few of them were actually holding books and reading at this time.
—There was a saying in the immortal realm, “Marry a wife from lotus and a husband from pine”, which was used to praise the men of Shisong Academy and the women of Furong Pavilion.
Over time, the two families would get together intentionally or unintentionally on various occasions, which was quite interesting.
The leader representing Shisong Academy was Yuan Ziyi, the scholar whom he had met at the Jinchanfang auction house that day.
Lin Fuqing greeted, “Master Yuan.”
Yuan Ziyi quickly held his book aside and bowed, “Little Immortal Lin, Fairy Ye, I am honored.”
Ye Huaguo didn’t expect to be called out suddenly. It was the first time she was called “fairy.” She was so scared that she shook like a little rabbit and trembled as she hid behind da shixiong. After a long pause, she finally gathered the courage to carefully wave to Yuan Ziyi.
They continued to walk further inside, and several dark gold pavilions appeared before them. The disciples of Sword Valley were sitting cross-legged under a laurel tree; while opposite, some independent cultivators were standing scattered around.
Fang Zhiyuan suddenly said, “If we go any further, we’ll meet disciples from the three great families. I don’t want to offend them, so let’s just wait here.”
The fellow disciples of Xuyun were well aware of their Second Shixiong’s background, and so when he spoke, they all tacitly stopped in their tracks.
Xun Mingsi coughed and said with nonchalance, “What a coincidence. I was just thinking of waiting under the shade of this tree.”
Ye Huaguo stuttered, “Yes, yes, yes! Look at the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers here…So, so beautiful!”
Song Youdu said, “Going any further, it’ll be too noisy, and I won’t like it.”
“…….”
Fang Shixong was momentarily stunned. Then he silently turned his face away, pursing his lips and not saying a word.
In fact, he had already become indifferent to it. He only spoke out because he was worried that a conflict with the Fang family would disturb everyone’s mood. He didn’t expect these guys to misunderstand him and care about him like this…
…Well, it was a little embarrassing.
They walked to the osmanthus tree to wait out the start of the Golden Osmanthus Challenge.
Along the path, vendors were selling fruits and snacks. Under another tree sat a group of low-level cultivators, who had come to watch the fun. While watching, they talked animatedly while chewing on melon slices.
At this moment, someone was shaking his head and sighing. “Have you heard that the Snow Phoenix of the Mu family, the little demon boy of the Senluo Stone Palace, and the Medical Fairy of the Furong Pavilion, all will be here today! This year’s Golden Osmanthus Challenge is too scary.”
“Brothers, don’t forget the Vermillion Qilin Fang family. Although Fang Chiqi’s talent isn’t comparable to the Snow Phoenix of the Mu family, but if we only talk about cultivation, I’m afraid he’s better than Fairy Mu.”
“That’s right. I also heard that…the people from Xuyun Peak on Taiqing Island have also arrived in Liuhua Continent.”
“Oh my god, this year is really amazing!”
Lin Fuqing suddenly turned to his fellow disciples and said, “It looks like there’s still a while before the Golden Osmanthus Challenge begins. Do you want to eat some melons?”
Xun Mingsi smiled and said, “I’ll go buy it. Da Shixiong, take a rest.”
As a result, Lin Fuqing waited under the osmanthus tree, listening to the cultivator’s chatter. Suddenly, the discussion brought a familiar name to his ears.
“Come to think of it…if it weren’t for the fact that Ziwei Pavilion forbids its disciples from getting involved in worldly affairs, Saint Ji would be old enough to participate in this Golden Osmanthus Examination.”
Before Lin Fuqing could react, Fang Zhiyuan’s aura changed and his face turned slightly cold.
Saint Ji, Ji Na…
Another person immediately responded, “Hey! If the Saint of Ziwei comes, then what’s the point of having a Golden Osmanthus Challenge? In my opinion, even the Snow Phoenix of the Mu family can’t claim to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Saint.”
“That’s not necessarily true… It is said that the precious disciple of Taoist Xuyun, Immortal Lin, is only nineteen years old, but he has already reached the Golden Core stage a year or two ago. If he were to fight against the Saint of Ziwei, who knows what the outcome will be.”
Fang Zhiyuan laughed coldly.
Lin Fuqing was frightened by this cold laugh, and when he saw Third Xun coming back from buying melons, he hurriedly picked up a piece and stuffed it into Fang Zhiyuan’s mouth without saying a word.
Fang Zhiyuan frowned. “Don’t…”
Before he could finish, a mouthful of red flesh was already stuffed into his mouth. He could only glare at him fiercely.
The fellow disciples behind them held their laughter, not daring to let it out.
Suddenly, a flash of sunlight appeared above the clouds.
In an instant, the wind surged wildly, causing the osmanthus tree to shake and golden flowers fell like rain.
Shen Xiaojiang, who had been well-behaved and quiet, exclaimed, “Shixiong, shijie, look…what is that?”
The distant rumbling sound came closer. From the west came four skeletal birds with grim white bones, pulling a luxuriously decorated red carriage. In the blink of an eye, they flew over the crown of the osmanthus tree where Lin Fuqing and his companions were resting.
The carriage was inlaid with precious stones and bells of all sizes. The tassel curtain hanging on the door was blown open by the wind, revealing a gorgeous young man sitting inside.
Someone under a tree shouted, “Look, the demon child from Senluo Stone Palace is here!”
The young man had charming eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. His lapels of his gorgeous clothes fluttered, revealing a large area of pale skin. He was holding a pipa inlaid with jade in his arms.
He looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same age as Shen Xiaojiang, but his temperament was completely different, giving people the vague sense of a strange evil oppression.
Lin Fuqing’s eyebrows were relaxed, and he whispered softly, “Shentu…”
The ancient evil sect Senluo Stone Palace was located in the far west, and its teachings had been passed down for more than a thousand years. Every twenty years, a pair of “golden boy and jade girl” was selected as the masters of the palace.
The “golden boy” of this generation was gifted with extraordinary talents and an evil and erratic temperament. He was nicknamed “little demon boy,” but his real name was Shentu Linchun.
Xun Mingsi let out a “Huh?” as his eyes fell on the pipa in the little demon boy’s arms. “This child… is also a music practitioner?”
Lin Fuqing said meaningfully, “Didn’t I tell you? This Golden Osmanthus Challenge might provide you with an opportunity to meet your soulmate.”
With a frown, Xun Mingsi shook his head. “Great skills do not need ostentation, for the music is admiration enough. The cultivation of stringed instruments should be simple and guileless. This child decorated a pipa so extravagantly…I don’t like it.”
Lin Fuqing thought about it and replied with two words, “It smells really good.”
Xun Mingsi: “?”
Lin Fuqing said, “I’m talking about this melon. Come and try it.”
After he finished eating the melon, he asked calmly, “Huaguo, I asked you to make a pill this morning. How’s the progress?”
Ye Huaguo replied, “I, I’ve already completed it!”
Lin Fuqing called again, “Xiaojiang.”
Shen Xiaojiang quickly responded, “Yes!”
“Go take the spirit awakening pill, calm your mind, and prepare to break through the realm and build your foundation.”
“Yes—” The child’s eyes suddenly widened, his mouth full of watermelon juice, “What?!!”
“What do you think?” Lin Fuqing glanced at him coolly and poked the kid’s head with his finger. “You have to participate in the Golden Osmanthus Challenge too.”
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The children of the three major families of Liuhua Continent were indeed gathered some distance ahead from where the Xuyun disciples were eating melons and chatting.
“First Young Master Fang, ah first young master…” At the gathering place of the Fang family, the little young master from the side branch whose millet boat had been destroyed by Lin Fuqing was crying and complaining. “First Young Master, Xuyun’s people are so unruly. You have to seek satisfaction for me.”
Standing opposite them were two young brothers, both with the totem of Nine Fires Vermillion Qilin stitched to their clothes.
With a gloomy expression, one of the brothers looked at the eldest one, called “First Young Master.” He said, “The star of calamity actually came back…”
Another young man disagreed, “Eldest brother, what are you worried about? Xuyun Sect can’t be considered a legitimate immortal sect at all. No matter how much Daoist Xuyun boasts, he’s just a casual cultivator. How could he fight against our Vermilion Qilin family?”
“It would be better if that little bastard didn’t come,” the young man said with a vicious smile. He made a slicing gesture across his neck and added, “But since he’s here, why don’t we try to find an opportunity during the Golden Osmanthus Challenge…”
Fang Chiqi, the First Young Master and Heir Apparent of the Fang family, frowned and said thoughtfully, “I heard that Lin Fuqing has already reached the Golden Core stage. We should not act rashly…”
The second son, Fang Zhilong, didn’t care. “What’s the big deal? Everyone knows that the first and second disciples of Xuyun Sect have always been at odds with each other. Maybe if we kill Fang Zhiyuan, Lin Fuqing will even secretly thank us.”
“Hmmm…maybe you’re right.” Fang Chiqi was convinced. He nodded and asked, “Has Fairy Mu not arrived yet?”
Fang Zhilong shook his head and said, “Eldest Brother, don’t worry. I heard that Fairy Mu went to the mortal world to kill qi monsters. However, this is the Golden Osmanthus Test, and the Fairy will definitely come back…”
Before he finished speaking, he felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him begin to flow in one direction, “Hmm?… What’s going on?”
A disciple nearby exclaimed, “Someone is about to break through the realm and build a foundation here?!”
“That’s impossible. Can building a foundation create such a strong momentum?”
“Yes, it’s causing spiritual energy to resonate, which I didn’t even experience when I broke through the realm and opened my eyes!”
The Fang brothers looked at each other in doubt. Then they heard someone shout, “Look, what’s in the sky?!”
Everyone raised their eyes and saw that a cluster of cold yin qi had emerged from out of nowhere, staining the previously clear sky.
It was rolling and squirming, as if something couldn’t wait to break out of its shell.
Finally, at a certain moment, more than a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes opened in the darkness!
“Hehehe——!!”
“Hehehehe——!!!”
The disciples of the noble families recognized it immediately, and their faces turned pale. “Oh my God, that’s…that’s…”
“That’s a yin monster!”
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The author has something to say:
“Who doesn’t know that the first and second true disciples of Xuyun Sect have always been at odds with each other? Maybe if we kill Fang Zhiyuan, Lin Fuqing will secretly thank us.”
—At this time, Lin Da Shixiong of Xuyun Sect was force-feeding a melon to Second Fang Shixiong. =w=
The snow fell silently under the old sacred tree, as if all things in the…
In fact, Lin Fuqing couldn’t remember too clearly what had happened after that. The fire…
While pondering slowly in his heart, Lin Fuqing walked over and very naturally sat down…
The immortal book once said: Tao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two,…
The millet boat landed smoothly. Before Fang Zhiyuan had time to savor Lin Fuqing's words…
When Lin Fuqing woke up the next day, it was dawn. The Demon Lord frowned,…
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