The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 479 - 278 Yuhu Peak_2

When Li Jianming returned from the Reincarnation Land, the person in charge of the Duobao Pavilion Elixir Medicine Room had just died. This position was originally going to be taken over by someone from Qiu Chuyuan’s faction, but a Li Jianming just happened to fall from Heaven. Drawing on his previous experience in charge of the Elixir Medicine Room, Feng Wenbo helped him secure the position, and thus he firmly grasped control of the Elixir Medicine Room again.

Consequently, Li Jianming became a thorn in the side of the Qiu Sect. Coincidentally, the position of Sect Leader of Guangcheng Palace would only be announced during the ceremonial grand assembly, and while the several Vice Sect Leaders might appear indifferent and detached on the surface, the competition behind the scenes had heated up to an intense level; none would let go of any opportunity to exploit each other’s vulnerabilities. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Ning Xiaoxian wondered, "I originally thought that cultivators were detached and focused solely on cultivation, not engaging in such factional strife."

Li Jianming responded with a bitter smile, "Cultivators seem to be free of desires, but that’s only because the temptations they face are not strong enough. Take the Duobao Pavilion, for instance, where the handling of talismans, elixirs, magic artifacts, and miscellaneous items annually accounts for tens of millions of spirit stones! With such a large sum, even immortals would be tempted, not to mention us cultivators who haven’t even experienced the Crossing Tribulation."

She fell silent. Surely, true cultivators like Bai Qing, the Sect Leader of the Chaoyun Sect who devoted himself completely to cultivation and ignored worldly affairs, were a rare breed.

As they were speaking, Yuhu Peak was already within sight.

Previously, when following Ji Zhenzong, they only reached the foot of the mountain; this was Ning Xiaoxian’s first time surveying the entirety of Yuhu Peak from high above.

The first impression was of its grandeur. The peak stood a thousand zhang tall, like a staff firmly paced on the magnificent earth and its tip hidden in the clouds, its majesty and grandiosity unspoken.

The second impression was of its beauty. As the Jade Bowl flew above the summit, the sight that met her eyes from this perspective was uniquely delightful. Before she could express her curiosity, the well-informed Xu Moyou had already initiated tour guide mode and said, "Yuhu Peak was transformed from the magic artifact of Guangcheng Palace’s former Sect Leader Guanglingzi nearly ten thousand years ago, rather than a ordinary mountain. Having stepped into the God Realm, Guanglingzi once led his disciples in the Middle Ages Great Wars. The rocks on this mountain were originally the body of the magic artifacts, barren and devoid of any plants; later, Guangcheng Palace spread fertile soil over the summit and topped it with Colorful Rock Sand, giving birth to today’s Three-Colored Jade Staff Peak."

What appeared before Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes on Yuhu Peak were glorious Jade Palaces, ceaselessly flowing springs, breathtaking waterfalls striking against stones, ethereal birds and spiritual cranes moving leisurely, and exotic flowers and unusual plants with enchanting branches, truly a vision of an Immortal’s paradise.

Yet, what truly captivated her at first glance was the enormous plaza at the very center of the summit, fully paved with white, blue, and purple spirit sand, spreading out in a circular pattern, capable of comfortably accommodating tens of thousands of people.

Such large-scale assembly places were not uncommon for her in Huaxia, where a simple addition of faculty and students from any major university would match this number. But considering the elevation here, that changed everything—this was a towering rock standing amongst the clouds! The altitude here made everyone seem incredibly insignificant.

Choosing to hold the ceremonial grand assembly here was probably Guangcheng Palace’s way of showcasing the majesty and stature of a Great Sect, thought Ning Xiaoxian as she followed Xu Moyou out of the Jade Bowl. A guide child promptly approached to lead the two to their designated seats.

Li Jianming, being from Guangcheng Palace, excused himself after stepping off the Jade Bowl to find his spot. With tens of thousands of attendees, Guangcheng Palace had assigned seats to every sect based on size and power; naturally, the larger and stronger the sect, the better their seats, an arrangement that was universally accepted as just and undisputed.

From her position in the east, Ning Xiaoxian saw many distinguished sect garments such as those uniformly worn by disciples of the Chaoyun Sect in white, with the particularly sharp and imposing Bai Qing leading them. She glanced through the crowd from Chaoyun Sect and soon spotted Quan Shifang standing at the forefront of the third-generation disciples. Like his master, he suited the white garment perfectly, both impeccably austere, though one stern and the other upright.

Quan Shifang appeared calm and composed, his gaze steady yet dignified. However, Ning Xiaoxian, who knew him better, realized he was actually daydreaming at the center of the field, lost in his thoughts. Senior Brother Quan daydreaming in such a setting? She couldn’t help but press her lips together in a smile, her eyes curving up playfully, and then she felt a gaze land on her.

This gaze also came from the eastern side of Yuhu Peak, originating from Fengtian Prefecture. The Demon Sect was less stringent about dress codes among their sect members, hence Miluo was still clad in his signature fiery red robe, wearing a golden crown and a Jade Belt which, combined with his inherent languor and aloofness, conveyed an indescribable nobility and allure. Countless female cultivators and banshees caught sight of him and could not bring themselves to look away.

Among a plaza filled with tens of thousands, Miluo managed to follow her gaze to Quan Shifang and then to her charming smile, finally noticing her looking towards him. Lazily, he curved his red lips into a handsome smile and winked at her.

Ning Xiaoxian shifted her gaze stiffly away. This demon, even in such a public setting, shamelessly flirted; indeed, he was incorrigible!

Standing next to him was Miss Jin Manyi from Jishi Building. This proud daughter of heaven seemed lost in her thoughts as well, with a solemn expression and her chin slightly lifted—a posture all too familiar to Ning Xiaoxian as a woman herself, implying aloofness and caution. Standing beside her fiancé, why would she show such guardedness and indifference? (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and Monthly Tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)