Chapter 744 - 399: Chengyun Pavilion (Part 2)
As the milky-white elixir liquid brushed past Ci Yun’s body, layers of golden spell texts emerged on the skin, not just text character spells, but also meridian maps, all packed densely. It’s truly a mystery how they are inscribed.
Meanwhile, Ci Yun, with just a few words, briefly recounted the various grievances of the Leisure Immortal Sect and the Dragon and Tiger Temples. Although Pei Yuhuan wasn’t aware of the details of these Demon Sect intrigues, she remembered related accounts from the Immortal Palace.
Starting from today, it was approximately six thousand years ago when Xuan Nu led an uprising, killed the Immortal Emperor, seized the Immortal Palace, and then ascended beyond this world. Afterward, the Mystic Sect was headed by Sect Leader Thunder Ancestor, establishing the dominance and foundation of the Mystic Sect over a thousand years, setting rules for the Dragon, Tiger, Crane, and Deer Temples.
Integrating Ci Yun’s accounts, during the second generation of Mystic Sect leadership, the Sect Leader of Nine Heavens Leisure Immortal Sect was chosen. Through meticulous management and careful planning by the Leisure Sect, during the subsequent millennium, the Mystic Sect flourished. Temples were widely established across the Twelve Countries, schools were founded, congregations were formed, and disciples were recruited, presenting a grand vision to supersede the Immortal Palace.
However, around four thousand years ago, the Mystic Sect factions suddenly withdrew from the world. Their temples were entirely abandoned, and in one night not a single Carefree Disciple was seen, as if they collectively ascended to Outer Heaven, disappearing without a trace.
The Immortal Palace only had vague knowledge, suspecting that there was an internal conflict over the third-generation leader position in the Mystic Sect, resulting in severe losses, leading to seclusion and retreat from the world.
This dark history, according to the Mystic Sect, was naturally about demon suppression and upholding righteousness. But the narrative from the Leisure Sect’s perspective was far more bloody.
It was said that Thunder Ancestor’s disciples and grandchildren, in order to reclaim the third-generation Mystic Sect Leader position, rallied the guardians of the Tiger Temple, allied with the Left Dao of the Deer Temple, conspired with traitors from the Dragon Temple, plotted rebellion and assassination, slaughtering the entire Nine Heavens Leisure Sect in one night, creating a Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea.
No matter who was right or wrong, this wave greatly damaged the Mystic Sect’s Primordial Qi, allowing the Immortal Palace to breathe easily, and granting several hundred years of rare peace on earth. Subsequently, came the emergence of the Divine Lord.
"The people of the Tiger Temple have pursued us, the Leisure Immortal Sect, for generations, forcing us to hide our identities, keeping company with these Mixed Cultivators and Loose Immortals. Even the Daoist Inheritance is passed down one generation at a time, from master to disciple, fearing to be plotted against.
Taozhi... In her past life was my master. Our master-disciple hid in a secluded monastery for pure cultivation, never making enemies outside, but unfortunately, she was harmed by the Tiger Temple, and her rebirth location was calculated. By the time I arrived, her root bone was destroyed, her Primordial Yin taken, cutting off her Dao path."
I originally intended to protect her into old age, but unexpectedly, today’s villains wouldn’t let it go. This catastrophe is surely directed at us; we can’t escape it."
Pei Yuhuan felt a sudden chill; her spine froze.
She, being from the Immortal Palace and raised in Qianzhou, knew well how terrifying it is when a group of Demon Sect enemies constantly looms. After all, what good is an army guarding the gates? There is no way to guard against thieves every day; why talk of thousands of days? This is a matter of millennia...
Pei Yuhuan weakly asked,
"Master... since it’s so dangerous, and the enemies haven’t let us go all these years, might we not just abandon this training?"
Ci Yun suddenly turned and glared, with eyes so fierce as if he’d almost smack her, but seeing the pitiful look of this little girl, resembling a small animal, he softened and hugged her to comfort her,
"I know the Demon Sect dogs are scary; it just scared you, but there’s no need to worry so much. After all, I’ve been living for many years, and haven’t seen them do anything to me.
Besides, compared to other sect members, our Chengyun Pavilion lineage cultivates the Flying Dragon Riding divine skills and even has top-notch Cloud Riding Escape methods, perfect for traveling thousands of miles a day and escaping danger. Even if enemies discover us, we can get away.
Once you learn my true teachings from Chengyun Pavilion, I’ll give you a Cloud Seal and send you out of the mountain; they won’t be able to find you. My magic treasure should be ready in a few days; I’ll remain here and fight them off. Delaying seven days will assure your safety."
Ending up with such fatal karma and being hunted across the world by the Mystic Sect, Pei Yuhuan was truly miserable,
"Master, then why fight? Can’t we just escape directly?"
Ci Yun shook his head and smiled bitterly,
"It’s not that I haven’t thought about escaping for survival, but where could I casually escape? Now that they’ve caught hold of my trail, I need at least seven days of retreat; otherwise, there’s no way to get away.
Moreover, even if I escape, for how long? These years, I’ve been purifying desires and diligently training, stuck at realm for many years, unable to suppress Daoist progress. Just now, suffering a hit, my Qi Blood churns, and I’m on the verge of Divinity Transformation.
By that time, all the old things in the mountain will come out to exterminate me; though the world is vast, no place will welcome me.
Alas, it’s because you haven’t reached the realm yet. If you at least formed an elixir, I could directly pass my cultivation to you, allowing for Soldier Disintegration, and wouldn’t be in this state..."
"Boom!"
Suddenly a thunderclap occurred, almost exploding right overhead, startling Pei Yuhuan as she trembled in Ci Yun’s embrace.
Ci Yun looked resolute, without fear on his face, gently stroking the girl’s head,
"Fear not; even if the sky collapses, your master will protect you."
At that moment, a sturdy warrior, armored in iron, steel beard erected, with a leopard head and round eyes, was standing alone at the mountain gate, holding a Nine-Ring Iron Great Chopper in hand.