The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 348 - 207: Disrupting the Spring Festival

Despite the heavy thoughts weighing on her mind, she couldn’t help but be enchanted by the beautiful scenery. Ning Xiaoxian murmured, "This really is a wonderful place."

Changtian uttered a "hmm" and said, "Everyone before you said the same thing; it seems you truly do like it here."

His words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly awakening her.

At this moment, a joyful procession turned the corner and meandered into view. The twelve people leading the procession held ceremonial copper poles, each engraved with different patterns. The middle section of the procession was entirely composed of young men and women: most of the men wore red, blue, and white short robes, baring their chest muscles, with baggy pants tied at the ankles; the women adorned in red with gold embroidery, some with shapely figures even baring their flat, white midriffs.

"Past Kunlong Mountain lies the border of Central Earth; no wonder the attire and decorations of the people here look so extraordinarily different," she mused to herself.

The young men and women, still of tender years, moved along singing and dancing. Their dance was vibrant and passionate, their eyes and eyebrows brimming with the spirit of spring, captivating countless onlookers. Some people, unable to resist the urge, joined the dancing ranks after a short while, and by the time the procession reached the inn, its numbers had significantly grown.

Following the youths, many people solemnly carried the necessities for the Spring God Sacrifice, including pigs, roosters, green fish, and other offerings, as well as jade, silk, gui, jue, zun, and feng as sacrificial vessels.

The crowd watching the parade was three layers deep inside and out, clogging the streets to the point of impassability.

"Have you tried messing with this procession?" she quietly asked Changtian.

"...No. In the past few times, you said the Sacrifice to Heaven ceremony must not be trifled with."

Did she really say such foolish words? Ning Xiaoxian gritted her teeth and huffed, "Then let’s try it." She turned around and whispered to Tu Jin, "Use whatever means necessary to disrupt this parade, quickly!"

Tu Jin looked at her incredulously a few times but, ultimately, on her urging, positioned himself in the middle of the procession and instantly transformed into a Qishou.

He executed her order thoroughly. The giant Holy Beast appeared abruptly, forcefully stomping the ground around it, and let out several skyward bellows.

In that instant, everyone on the street was petrified, and the thunderous gongs and drums fell silent.

Where did this great monster come from?

Finally, as the impatient Qishou flung three or four of the youths into the air, the mortals on the street began screaming in terror and scurrying in all directions. The street, which had been packed with people, was now cleared out by the imposing Qishou, and the originally dignified and orderly parade fell apart in an instant. The crowd scattered like ants, leaving offerings and sacrificial vessels overturned on the ground, effectively clearing a large space in the center.

The main officiant of the Spring Festival was an aging man with white hair and beard. Now facing the Qishou, he had collapsed on the ground, unable to run, muttering to himself, "How can demons appear under the feet of the Spring God, how can there be demons?"

A perfectly fine Spring Festival was destroyed at her hands. Yet the instigator of this disaster was not satisfied, as she was now whispering with her accomplices from the God Demon Prison, "Did it have any effect?"

"It seems... not."

"Then, this Spring Festival is no exception." She sighed, ready to look for another breakthrough.

Fortunately, with Changtian, who was always sober, by her side, otherwise she might never be able to escape from this terrifying Reincarnation Land for an eternity.

Just then, someone shouted loudly, "Demon, stop your mad rampage!" Two treasure swords gleaming with cold light whistled through the air, targeting the Qishou that was driving the crowd.

Without looking back, Tu Jin slapped with his claws and swept the two swords to the ground. However, this block made him stop his action of driving away the mortals.

Several silhouettes were rushing over from afar, steering their Magic Artifacts. She had good eyesight and could already see that this group of justice-seekers was none other than the disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect. After Jian Changzai’s two exploratory attacks had no effect, they kept the Foundation Establishment Stage Disciples at a distance and rushed over themselves.

Upon landing, Wu Hao and Jian Chang looked at the giant beast before them, taken aback.

The aura of this demon was eerily familiar.

Then a woman emerged from behind the giant beast, smiling and greeting them, "Senior members of the Infinite Sword Sect, long time no see!"

It turned out that the people from the Infinite Sword Sect were also trapped in this Reincarnation Land.

After all, having spent a dozen or so days together, Ning Xiaoxian’s appearance was still very familiar to them. Jian Chang’s treasure sword was not sheathed, but its point was lowered to the ground: "Why is Miss Ning here? Why does your servant disturb the Spring Festival?"