Chapter 249 - 190: Huang Family Celebration, Spirit Beast Trade
Chapter 249: Chapter 190: Huang Family Celebration, Spirit Beast Trade
In Cave Mansion No. 98, by the Outer Lake.
Hearing Yan Mingyi’s words, Lin Changheng smiled. "That’s right. As long as Xiaohai doesn’t cause any trouble, with the Spirit Communication Pill, its advancement is basically a sure thing."
"That’s wonderful," Yan Mingyi couldn’t help but say.
"You have to work hard too. Don’t let Xiaohai leave you in the dust."
Lin Changheng chuckled, looking at the female cultivator.
"Yes, I’ll do my best."
Yan Mingyi nodded firmly.
...
Not long after, Lin Changheng got up, returned to his Seclusion Room, and immediately took out a fist-sized Flood Dragon Blood Fruit to consume.
The Flood Dragon Blood Fruit melted the moment it entered his mouth, but at the same time, an incredibly rich, coppery taste exploded on his palate.
The taste completely filled his mouth, his tongue, and even his sinuses.
For a moment, it was as if Lin Changheng had swallowed a large gulp of actual Flood Dragon Blood.
’This minor assault on my senses doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Compared to the pain of Body Forging, it’s trivial.’
As the fruit entered his stomach, Lin Changheng instantly felt a small portion of the Flood Dragon Blood Fruit’s potency being absorbed by his body.
The remaining majority, however, slowly lay dormant within his body.
During his future Body Refining and tempering, it would be reactivated and released gradually, adding to his reserves.
He could foresee that, combined with the two newly acquired sections of Tier Two Upper Grade Spirit Wood—the East Wheel Willow Wood—his Body Refining speed would once again accelerate.
In the following days, Lin Changheng once again began preparing his medicinal baths for Body Refining.
Because the grade of this wood was so high, it needed to be diluted. But as for finding the right concentration, it wasn’t just Yan Mingyi who was in the dark—even he himself didn’t know the proper ratio.
He would have to get into the tub himself, fully extend his Divine Sense, and add the ingredients flexibly to find that precise limit—the point at which his body could endure it for the maximum tempering effect without being harmed in the process.
...
Half a month slipped by in the blink of an eye.
This day was when Lin Changheng was due to depart for the Huang Family’s Foundation Establishment Celebration.
Leaving plenty of time for the journey, Lin Changheng set off, soaring through the sky on his Dharma Ship with Yan Mingyi, who looked quite dashing disguised as a man.
The Huang Family of Spirit Dome Mountain was located northeast of Floating Immortal City, within the Purple Extreme Sect’s sphere of influence.
Originally, Floating Immortal City’s domain only extended to its city walls.
However, the Cultivation Realm valued both personal relationships and raw power, so the Purple Extreme Sect to the south, the Cyan Mist Temple to the north, and the Bixiao Sect to the east had each conceded another hundred li of territory.
But this territory was mostly inhabited by small to medium-sized families, with no major clans boasting Dual Foundation Establishment or higher.
...
The three-day journey was not at all tedious.
Along the way, they also took the opportunity to experience the local culture and admire the magnificent mountains and rivers.
Lin Changheng had previously traveled this land on the back of a Cyan Flood Dragon Horse. At that time, he had felt oppressed by the towering peaks, forced to look up in awe. Now, looking down from high in the sky, all the mountains seemed small.
In reality, this also reflected the difference in his state of mind between the Qi Cultivation Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Before long, a mountain range appeared in their line of sight.
They stood majestically, like countless cyan blades piercing the heavens. The mountain terrain was steep, with cliffs as sheer as if they were carved. On the exposed, dark stone ridges, thousand-year-old pines clung, their gnarled branches reaching out as if to snatch the passing clouds.
The central main peak was wreathed in mist year-round from its midpoint upwards. Though shafts of rosy light occasionally broke through the fog, Lin Changheng could discern a faint Spiritual Light—the telltale sign of an Array’s concealment.
From his map, Lin Changheng knew this mountain was called Spirit Dome Mountain. It was also the Huang Family’s headquarters and the destination of his trip.
"We’re here."
The Dharma Ship whistled as it headed straight for the mountainside, where a complex of buildings with gray tiles, white walls, and upturned eaves was faintly visible.
The pair landed at the Mountain Gate, where an ancient stone stele stood inscribed with the four powerful words, "Spirit Dome Blessed Land." Yan Mingyi, who had rarely left the Immortal City and had always lived a reclusive life with her grandfather, had never seen such a sight. Her eyes were filled with curiosity as she looked all around.
Lin Changheng, however, simply raised his hand to produce a Jade Talisman. His lips moved slightly, and then he flicked his hand to release it.
Then, he waited quietly.
Before long, a streak of Escape Light shot out from within the clan and landed before the Mountain Gate.
It was Chef Zeng, who approached with a joyful expression to greet Lin Changheng. "Younger Brother Lin, you’re finally here!"
Then, looking at the person behind him, he also cupped his fist and said, "I have met Fairy Yan before. Welcome."
Although he had never asked about their relationship, it wasn’t hard to guess what might blossom between a talented man and a beautiful woman who were always at each other’s side. Thus, he was extremely polite to Yan Mingyi; so much so that, in comparison, his demeanor with Lin Changheng was far more casual.
"We were delayed a few hours on the road. I hope we didn’t miss the auspicious time?"
Lin Changheng asked with a chuckle.
"Not at all, not at all. It doesn’t start until tomorrow. The clan has prepared a welcome banquet for everyone tonight to thank all our Fellow Daoists for coming."
Chef Zeng said with a smile.
"The clan is too kind."
Lin Changheng used the term "the clan" since, nominally, he was an Honored Guest Elder of the Huang Family and considered one of their own.
"Please, come in. Let’s head to Guest Peak first for you to rest."
Chef Zeng raised his hand and summoned a Dharma Ship, bringing both Lin Changheng and Yan Mingyi aboard before passing through the Mountain Gate and flying into the mountains.
They soon arrived at one of the adjacent peaks.
Lin Changheng discovered that, apart from the main Spirit Dome Mountain, the other peaks also seemed to be encompassed by the Grand Array.
Furthermore, judging by its Spiritual Light, it seemed to be a Tier Two Upper Grade formation.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be able to envelop such a large area.
The moment their feet touched the ground, Lin Changheng felt a dense wave of Spiritual Qi wash over him. It had actually reached the Tier Two Lower Grade.
Seemingly noticing Lin Changheng’s surprise, Chef Zeng chuckled. "The clan used a Spirit-Summoning Technique to divert a portion of the Spirit Vein from beneath the headquarters. We keep it maintained at around Tier Two Lower Grade, so our guests can cultivate a little as well."