ragginovel Chapter 122 Vigilance
Chapter 122 Vigilance
Everyone hasn't forgotten that Fairy Bai came out representing her sect, the Five Talismans Sect, and she had several spots for recommending members to join the sect.
If one performs well and catches the eye of this fairy, there might be a better chance of leaping over the dragon gate and becoming a disciple of the Five Symbols Sect.
Perhaps the twenty-odd direct descendants of prominent families on the platform don't care.
To become a prestigious family, one must have existed for a long time and wielded great power. The fact that the family has not been destroyed by others for so long must mean that it has mastered extremely powerful violence, including martial arts and Taoist magic.
They are not lacking in the inheritance of Taoist techniques; in fact, some of the great families have inherited Taoist techniques that are no weaker than or even stronger than those of famous sects.
However, those born out of wedlock, those within five degrees of kinship, may also learn Taoist arts, but their resources are much inferior. As for disciples from more distant branches, it all depends on whether the family provides support.
In short, of the hundred or so people present, probably less than a third would remain unmoved by the temptation to join the Five Symbols Sect.
Yang Silang thought differently from others.
He only remembered one thing—he was a rogue cultivator, and if he were discovered, he might die!
The Plum Blossom Fairy only glanced at him briefly in the crowd, and Yang Silang's mind went blank for a moment. In that instant, the image of those captivating eyes remained entirely in his mind.
"wrong!"
He was so engrossed in it that he didn't even catch his breath.
Within the Niwan Palace, the divine soul sensed a flash of magical power. Thoughts faltered, and mental confusion set in. Instinctively, the divine soul released a brilliant light, illuminating the entire Niwan Palace and even shining brightly into the brain outside.
This is an instinctive reaction of the soul, resisting the influence of magical control on the soul!
Yang Silang instantly regained his senses.
Those alluring eyes just now shone with a captivating light, as if they wanted to penetrate one's soul and leave an imprint on it. It was only the soul's instinctive reaction to dispel the enchantment that prevented one from truly falling under its spell.
"What kind of Taoist magic is this?"
"This fairy is so rude!"
"I almost fell for their trick!"
"I wonder if we've given ourselves away?"
Several thoughts flashed through Yang Silang's mind. His soul remained clear, but his body maintained the infatuated look. He dared not look at the expressions of others around him, unsure if his expression was infatuated enough.
We can only trust the male instincts of this body.
In just a few breaths.
The sedan chair descended from the sky, and the White Fairy also withdrew her gaze and looked ahead.
She looked away, and several people in the crowd sighed in unison, extremely disappointed, as if hoping to receive the fairy's continued attention.
Taking the opportunity, Yang Silang glanced around. Yan Nanxing's eyes were clear because Jin Xiangyu's small hand was pinching the guerrilla general's waist.
Although Jin Xiangyu usually seemed to look down on Yan Nanxing and her pursuit of him was lukewarm, she couldn't let other demons take away the vegetables in her own garden, even if the other party was a disciple of the Great Dao Sect.
On the other side were Sun Shiwei and Ye Liuyun.
Yang Silang's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously took a small step to the side.
The two people had clear eyes and were not affected in the slightest. They even held hands together. Although they separated quickly, Yang Silang still saw everything.
Indeed, with no woman in his heart, his sword-wielding prowess is undeniable.
Yang Silang was absolutely certain that even if the White Fairy stood naked in front of these two, they would not be moved in the slightest.
Furthermore, Pei, Zhuang, and Bai were standing next to him, so their faces were not clearly visible.
Yang Silang looked at the platform again and saw that the direct descendants of those aristocratic families all looked somewhat displeased.
They must all be practicing Taoist arts and not be affected by each other's gaze, but they could all feel the power of that single glance. This fairy doesn't seem very polite.
on the platform.
The fairy and the scions of noble families, represented by Huang Shouren, exchanged greetings.
"Ah...may I ask which master of the Five Symbols Sect this fairy is? Where is Fairy Bai?" Huang Shouren and the others were stunned when they saw the fairy's appearance. This was not the Fairy Bai who often came to visit in previous years.
Looking at the talisman-bearers and magical implements carrying the sedan chair, they are the same magical frames that the White Fairy used to carry her when she went out in previous years.
However, the magical light from the sky obscured the view, and once they landed, it was discovered that the paper figures of the lever carriers had large holes in their bodies, and some had even lost half of their heads, making them look like they had just been through a great battle.
They couldn't help but feel a little more doubtful.
The plum blossom fairy smiled and spoke calmly.
"Greetings, fellow disciples. My surname is Li, and my given name is Xinlian. This is our first meeting. Bai Qingmei is my senior sister."
"A peerless talent has emerged from a neighboring province. She was ordered by her sect to temporarily go and rescue someone."
"My senior sister asked me to attend the meeting on her behalf. Because the incident happened suddenly and she left in a hurry, she didn't have time to inform everyone. She asked me to use her Dharma vehicle to attend the meeting so that everyone can see for themselves."
"Unfortunately, I encountered a great demon committing evil on my way here. After a fierce battle, I defeated it, which is why I am late."
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, fellow disciples!"
Her tone was gentle, and she spoke calmly and confidently, exuding an air of authority and composure that commanded respect.
The doubts in Huang Shouren and the others' minds were immediately dispelled.
They all said that they had just arrived, and although it was a pity that Senior Sister Bai could not attend the meeting, the presence of Fairy Li made them feel honored and honored. They then introduced themselves.
Fairy Li greeted everyone with a smile and great politeness. Everyone thought to themselves that she was indeed a disciple of a great sect and much easier to deal with than the usually aloof Fairy Bai. So everyone became even more courteous.
Even disciples from aristocratic families and major sects, no matter how high their cultivation level, cannot escape the complexities of human relationships.
Yang Silang ignored their polite formalities.
His gaze fell around the sedan chair.
Only after the sedan chair landed on the platform could he clearly see the four porters. From a distance, they appeared to be flesh and blood, but now, up close, they had ink-dyed hair, pure white faces, bright red cheeks, flat noses, and black pupils that didn't move at all. Their facial features were completely flat, without any undulations.
The loaders wore paper clothes and trousers with black symbols drawn on them like flowing clouds, and wore leather paper boots. When the wind blew, the paper made a rustling sound.
These four loaders are truly paper dolls.
Of course, these talisman-wielding figures and magical artifacts are in a sorry state now, with broken arms and legs, chests ripped open and bellies shining through, and one of the porters even losing half his head and only having one eye left.
Even the paper sedan chair, which originally had coverings around it, was violently torn open, turning it into a canopy.
This was the first time Yang Silang had ever seen a Taoist priest use a ritual implement, and it was even a half-destroyed paper talisman. He found it very novel.
In particular, this magical artifact is so damaged, almost half-crippled, yet it can still fly in the sky. It truly lives up to its reputation as a magical artifact used by Taoists; it is incredibly sturdy.
"She's also an environmental fairy..."
He mentally cursed.
Seeing that he was watching very intently, Pei Buqi whispered in his ear.
"Look, these paper talisman figures look flimsy, but even damaged like this, they can still fly."
"This is a genuine magical artifact. The runes on the paper clothes and pants provide extremely strong defense and attack power. As long as the core of the runes is not broken, the paper figure will not die."
"If activated by its master, it can immediately pounce out with paper knives and paper guns to kill people. It is not afraid of pain or injury, and its fists and feet are strong. People like us may not be its match."
Yang Silang nodded. The opponent was fearless and covered in runes. He didn't seem to have any fatal weaknesses. If they really fought, he would be a nightmare opponent if he didn't break the runes.
After Li Xianzi and the direct descendants of the various noble families finished their greetings and exchanged pleasantries, they finally sat down on the lotus platform.
She nodded to everyone with great politeness.
"Distinguished young talents of Jiangdong, it is an honor for Xinlian to return to your esteemed place today and to meet all of you new friends."
Li Xinlian covered her face, revealing only half of it. With willow-leaf eyebrows and dark pupils, she was still extremely beautiful even with only half her face showing.
Just looking at that ethereal face is a pleasure; her beauty lies not in her physical features, but in her overall aura.
This fairy spoke politely, had a pleasant voice, and was humble and courteous, making it easy for people to like her. If only she hadn't used that trick just now, Yang Silang would have believed her persona.
Under the platform.
The crowd echoed in agreement.
Some say that being able to see the fairy is a blessing from one's ancestors; others say that the fairy's special visit is an honor for us Jiangdong disciples, and so on.
Everyone has exchanged greetings.
Huang Shouren clapped his hands.
The martial arts masters and their servants standing behind the lampposts bowed and slouched like servants, serving tea, vegetarian fruits, and other delicacies.
Not only that, even those standing outside the platform were given a cup of tea to warm themselves up.
on the platform.
The fairy chatted and laughed with the direct descendants of the various noble families. Perhaps because Wu Shuying was a woman and also a female cultivator, the two of them talked a lot.
Wu Shuying said something, and the two women giggled repeatedly.
Under the platform.
Yang Silang received a cup of tea. The tea was clear and bright yellow, and a transparent fish could be seen rolling and playing in it. But upon closer inspection, the fish vanished into thin air.
Pei Buqi pointed out that this tea was brewed from the Twin Fish Spirit Spring, which was under the control of the Wu family. It could cleanse the soul of Taoists, but it also had a miraculous effect on martial artists, as it could strengthen their true energy.
I really benefited from Fairy Bai's blessing today. I imagine the Pisces Spirit Spring Water on the platform is even better, but unfortunately I've only heard of it and never tasted it.
Yang Silang drank the cup and immediately felt a warm sensation in his stomach, as if he were soaking in a hot spring. This warmth traveled down to his dantian and up to his Niwan point, nourishing his spirit and true qi, which indeed strengthened him slightly.
He clicked his tongue in amazement.
Pei Buqi slapped his thigh from the side.
"Brother, why did you drink it all in one gulp?"
"This must be sipped slowly; spiritual tea is a rare treat..."
Yang Silang thought to himself, "How much more difficult is it for me to increase my cultivation level by practicing after a single rejuvenation?"
He verbally agreed, but unfortunately the martial arts masters and servants here were too oblivious and didn't even come over to refill his cup, so he had no choice but to hold an empty cup and pretend to be a sample.
On the platform, Fairy Li conversed with the direct descendants of aristocratic families; below the platform, as in previous years, people stood holding tea, wandering around freely, chatting and building relationships.
Yang Silang, holding an empty cup, followed Pei Buqi up and met dozens of other people, mostly disciples from aristocratic families.
He finally understood.
The vast majority of those attending this gathering were connected to aristocratic families, either as branches or subordinate clans. Jin Xiangyu, Yan Nanxing, and I were exceptions, definitely a minority.
This shows how strict the Shun Dynasty was in controlling Taoist arts.
He finally understood.
The vast majority of those attending this gathering were connected to aristocratic families, either as branches or subordinate clans. Jin Xiangyu, Yan Nanxing, and I were exceptions, definitely a minority.
This shows how strict the Shun Dynasty was in controlling Taoist arts.
He scanned the crowd with interest, wondering if there were any other rogue cultivators like himself among them.
After walking around a few times, he noticed that most people's teacups were empty, but Pei Buqi's teacup was always more than half full. It was truly remarkable that he held it so steadily and raised it so many times.
on the platform.
The moon hangs low in the sky; a long time has passed.
We drank tea round after round.
Li Xinlian coughed lightly and put down her teacup, it was unclear whether she had finished drinking.
She didn't raise her voice, but her soft cough echoed around the platform, and everyone stopped their commotion and looked at the protagonist.
Fairy Li stood up and bowed.
"Fellow disciples, as you all know, my senior sister and I have been entrusted by our sect to travel to the mortal world to recommend talented individuals for the sect..."
Everyone perked up; the real action was about to begin.