Chapter 191
Lu Changtian gazed longingly at the majestic Taiji Daoist Temple.
The Zhenwu Sacred Land was the place he yearned to visit the most.
If he could catch the eye of the true masters within the sacred land, he would have the opportunity to learn from them. The Zhenwu teachings focused on the balance of extreme yang and extreme yin, the interplay of yin and yang being one of the great paths. This was on an entirely different level compared to the likes of the Huanyan Zen and Hehuan Sect, which still relied on side paths to grasp the essence of yin and yang, while Zhenwu had already reached a transformative state, touching the very source.
"Xuanmen has turned the hexagrams three hundred times, and at last, the gates of the Central Continent open!"
In the center of the Taiji Daoist Temple, an elderly man sitting cross-legged opened his eyes.
His left and right eyes spun with yin and yang, the utmost yang and utmost yin transforming into two streams of sword intent that shot skyward.
This man was none other than Zhang Yibai, the master of the Zhenwu Sacred Land, and he was recognized as the strongest sword cultivator in the Cangyun Realm.
He rose, stroking his beard with a smile, "My fellow Daoists, you've been waiting for a long time. I won't waste any more words." His gaze shifted towards the Yaochi and Fenjing areas, "Yuyao Zhenren, Master Fenye, do you have anything to add?"
"Amitabha, Zhang Daoyou," the old monk Fenye said, standing on a fiery dragon, a three-headed, six-armed Vajra phantom appearing behind him, yet his face bore a kind and gentle expression. "Recently, there have been frequent divinations by great cultivators in the Cangyun Realm. I wonder... has Zhang Daoyou divined any treasures born from the Central Continent's secret realm? Why not share with us, since we are all gathered here by fate."
Zhang Yibai's expression stiffened slightly.
Indeed, there were treasures in this Central Continent secret realm.
But they were not revealed through his divination; they were something he had foreseen years ago.
Divination was a method that shortened one's lifespan; how could it be used lightly?
"Master Fenye, you jest. The Central Continent's secret realm is completely isolated from the Cangyun Realm. I lack the ability to calculate its treasures."
Fenye clasped his hands together, staring at Zhang Yibai in silence, then suddenly asked with a smile, "So, Zhang Daoyou, are you going in today or not?"
"I have reached a bottleneck in my understanding of the Dao, so naturally, I must enter to seek a chance for transcendence."
"Amitabha, then this humble monk shall enter as well." Fenye nodded in satisfaction.
Zhang Yibai's expression darkened, and he flicked his hand behind his back, cursing inwardly at the cleverness of his peers.
Just then, a gentle and melodious female voice floated from the Yaochi.
"Since both of you true masters are entering the great secret realm, I shall join in the fun as well."
A woman in plain robes stepped out from the Yaochi Sacred Land, a bluebird carrying a flower branch soaring over the sea of clouds, forming a rainbow bridge in its wake. Yuyao Zhenren walked upon the rainbow, her veil fluttering lightly in the mountain breeze, and the ancient bell at her waist chimed softly with her steps.
The ancient inscriptions on the bronze door glowed with a green light, illuminating her hem as if it flowed with moonlight.
As she lightly touched the end of the rainbow bridge, standing side by side with the other two masters, Fenye's prayer beads suddenly grew hot in his hands, and Zhang Yibai's sword sheath emitted a ringing sound.
Though no one could see the beauty hidden beneath her veil, no one doubted Yuyao Zhenren's allure.
After all, she was someone who could make Master Fenye close his eyes and recite scriptures in tranquility.
"Mother, Yuyao Zhenren is so beautiful! Strong and beautiful! If only I could go to the Yaochi Sacred Land for training..." Yun Suxin, the young master of Lingxi Valley, gazed at the stunning Yuyao Zhenren before the bronze door, her eyes sparkling.
Yun Baiyu glanced at his daughter, his brows furrowing slightly as he sighed.
Fortunately, Yun Suxin's talent did not meet the standards for entering the Yaochi Sacred Land.
Otherwise, he would truly have a headache—after all, the Yaochi Sacred Land was no ordinary place.
"This Yuyao Zhenren is indeed a rare beauty. Though her face is hidden, she has already captivated my very soul," Xu An said, shaking his head and pacing, his gaze sharp. Just as he was about to recite a poem, Duan Feng swiftly covered Xu An's mouth with a cloth strip used for wrapping swords.
"Master?"
Seeing that most cultivators' attention was focused on Yuyao Zhenren, Li Qingran nervously glanced back at her master.
"What?" Chen Huai'an lay sideways on the dragon chair in the Sacred Hall, propping his chin with one hand.
Noticing his disciple looking back at him, his drowsy eyes opened slightly, but he couldn't help but yawn.
This Central Continent secret realm had too many formalities.
Couldn’t the bronze door just open and everyone rush in?
He wanted to see battles! To see fierce clashes! To see rivers of blood!
Not a bunch of old geezers pretending to be polite, waiting in line to enter a secret realm!
"Hehe, it's all good~"
Seeing her master’s drowsy demeanor, Li Qingran covered her mouth and chuckled, turning away as the silver bells on her ankles jingled.
Indeed, her master was different.
Even the sect leader Su and several elders were staring intently at Yuyao Zhenren.
Only her master seemed indifferent, not even looking at her, and was actually dozing off.
Yuyao Zhenren was indeed beautiful.
Very alluring.
Yet, Chen Huai'an couldn't appreciate the beauty of a veiled woman.
He was a face person; if he couldn't see the face, everything else was wasted.
Moreover, the formalities of the Central Continent secret realm felt like a meeting with leaders, and his interest had already waned.
...
The two were unaware.
Yuyao Zhenren's gaze, hidden beneath her veil, glanced over in their direction, her eyes narrowing slightly.
She practiced the Shangqing Yuyan Divine Art, which made all living beings, regardless of their intelligence, feel a sense of fondness towards her.
This allure even required Master Fenye to use his cultivation to resist.
Zhang Yibai's dual swords, infused with sword spirits, rang out repeatedly.
Yet, this sword cultivator from the Sword Pavilion remained unaffected.
Moreover, this sword cultivator was a newcomer; the previous Central Continent secret realms had never seen anyone from the Sword Pavilion...
Who was he?!
Would he have an impact on this secret realm?
Yuyao Zhenren suppressed her doubts and vigilance, raising her hand to strike the spiritual ring beside the bronze door.
A chorus of birdsong echoed from the heavens, and spiritual rain fell from the sky above the secret realm.
Within a hundred miles of the Central Continent secret realm, the concentration of spiritual energy surged to levels comparable to a mid-level gathering formation.
Most cultivators had been waiting for this moment, immediately sitting cross-legged to cultivate. After all, the elite from the sacred lands and sects would enter first; their urgency was of no use. Some weaker cultivators had no intention of entering at all; they were just there to soak up the spiritual energy.
"The Central Continent secret realm is now open." Yuyao Zhenren's lips moved slightly, "I invite the outstanding disciples of the sacred lands to enter the small secret realm first!"
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Chapter 206: Sword Spirit Roots
The Yaochi Saintess, Song Chiyue.
Zhenwu's direct disciple, Qin Luofeng.
The first of the Hui generation from Fenjing, Monk Huikong.
These three were the most gifted young cultivators of the age, all under thirty, yet their cultivation had already reached the Nascent Soul stage.
Song Chiyue possessed a single wood spiritual root, a first-grade dantian, and was at the peak of the Golden Core stage; Qin Luofeng had a single sword spiritual root, a second-grade dantian, and was in the late Golden Core stage; Monk Huikong had a single true fire spiritual root, a second-grade dantian, and was at the peak of the Golden Core stage.
In addition to their innate advantages, these three were backed by sacred lands, with resources that were second to none.
The weapons, magical treasures, and hidden trump cards they possessed were beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.
As Yuyao Zhenren's words fell, these three young prodigies stepped out from the sacred land, each followed by three disciples—core disciples of the sacred land whose talents were only slightly inferior to the three prodigies, with strengths ranging from early to late Golden Core stage. They would enter the Central Continent secret realm alongside the sacred land prodigies.
Song Chiyue stood beside Yuyao Zhenren, bowing gracefully, looking like a younger version of Yuyao Zhenren.
Even their clothing and style were similar.
If it weren't known that Yuyao Zhenren had no partner, this saintess could easily be mistaken for Yuyao Zhenren's daughter or sister.
Qin Luofeng was handsome and serious, dressed in a gray-white Daoist robe, carrying a sword box on his back, standing quietly behind Zhang Yibai, exuding a sense of steady sharpness; Monk Huikong was bare-chested, revealing muscles coiled like dragons, covered in red burning patterns, yet his face was exceptionally delicate. If he were to wear women's clothing and a wig, one could easily mistake him for a woman.
"Alright, you may enter. The other cultivators have been waiting for a long time; they must be growing impatient."
With a flick of Zhang Yibai's dust whisk, a total of twelve disciples from the sacred lands were sent to the bronze door of the small secret realm.
These disciples turned to bow to the three masters before stepping through the bronze door.
Once the sacred land prodigies entered, the disciples from various sects followed.
"Sacred land prodigies, heh heh heh... is that it?" Chen Huai'an shook his head.
He could clearly see the basic information of these prodigies.
To be honest, they couldn't compare to his Qingran baby at all.
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