Lu Changsheng’s Innate Taoist Body was not easily deceived by illusion techniques, and he quickly regained his composure.
Zhao Wuyan was not so steadfast, engulfed by the illusory realm, continuously wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, it was unknown what he saw amidst the illusions.
Deep down, Lu Changsheng was secretly astounded.
The top few individuals on the Qilin Ranking were truly monstrous geniuses, each with their divine skills.
The number one ranked on the Qilin Ranking is a monstrous talent named “Ku.”
However, this person does not belong to any Holy Land or Sect.
Taishi Holy Land, Taiyi Holy Land, Qingqiu Holy Land, Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Ancient Wei Family, Ancient Kong Family, Spirit Beast Sect, Heavenly Master Sect, and other powers, all sent people to wish the Sacred Mother of Yaochi well on her birthday.
Various great powers gathered in Yaochi, creating a sea of people, a throng of mighty ones, in a truly bustling scene.
The major Holy Lands, Prestigious Families, and Sects took this opportunity to visit each other.
They were all major powers in the Immortal Realm, seeing each other often, and making one more friend was not a bad thing.
There are countless palatial structures in Yaochi Sacred Land, and Master Lu Changsheng and his disciples were allocated one of the palaces.
“Who’s there?”
Dugu Aotian, who was meditating in a room within the palace, sensed someone outside and thus called out reprimandingly.
“Why so fierce?”
The voice of Liu Yiyi came from outside.
“…”
Dugu Aotian opened the door to see pouting Holy Maiden of Yaochi, Liu Yiyi.
Liu Yiyi was dressessed in a narrow-sleeved overcoat embroidered with pale bamboo leaves, a light green cross-collar skirt with ruffled edges and embroidered flowers underneath, her black hair tied up with a cyan ribbon, her beauty unsurpassable.
Liu Yiyi possessed the Immortal Spirit Holy Body with astonishingly fast cultivation speed, and had also stepped into the Quasi-Emperor realm.
“So it’s you, I thought it was someone with ill intent. If I have offended you, I seek your forgiveness.”
“Hmph, no one dares to harbor ill intentions in our Yaochi. We haven’t seen each other for a long time, do you have time to go for a walk?” Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire
Liu Yiyi’s bright and lively eyes fixed on Dugu Aotian, seemingly not allowing him to refuse.
Dugu Aotian nodded.
He and Liu Yiyi had known each other for a long time, and naturally, it was a good opportunity to catch up on old times while he was in Yaochi Holy Land.
Liu Yiyi took Dugu Aotian on a stroll around the Yaochi Sacred Land, asking about recent events, and Dugu Aotian answered them all.
“The most abundant treasure in our Yaochi would be the Pan Peach Trees. The Pan Peach Trees around Yaochi are considered inferior ones, categorized by maturity every three thousand, six thousand, nine thousand, and thirty thousand years, including the Purple-patterned Pan Peach Trees that mature every thirty thousand years. These Pan Peach Trees grow relying on the spiritual energy of Yaochi.”
Liu Yiyi pointed toward the thousands of Pan Peach Trees around Yaochi.
Yaochi is so named because at the center of the Yaochi Sacred Land lies an enormous and boundless lake, shimmering with ripples of light, filled with exceedingly dense spiritual energy.
The waters of Yaochi are very special and precisely suited for the growth of Pan Peach Trees.
Thus, the Pan Peach Trees are the Yaochi Sacred Land’s most prized treasures.
Dugu Aotian listened and nodded along.
Lu Changsheng did not skimp on rewarding his disciples with Pan Peaches, so Dugu Aotian was not unfamiliar with such treasures.
Thirty-thousand-year Pan Peaches with purple-patterned golden cores, maturing once every thirty-thousand years, eating them can nourish the soul, extending life by thirty thousand years, and are considered thirteenth-grade Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
The Purple-patterned Pan Peach Trees that grow the thirty-thousand-year Pan Peaches are fourteenth-grade Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, abundant in Yaochi Sacred Land.
Liu Yiyi further pointed towards the middle of Yaochi: “Perhaps you’ve also heard, in the middle of Yaochi’s water, there is an island, that place is our Yaochi’s forbidden region, where the sixteenth-grade Scarlet Patterned Pan Peach Divine Trees grow, and even higher grade Pan Peach Trees. One of the divine trees there grows the Great Dao Immortal Peach, blossoming once every three million years, bearing fruit once every three million years, ripening once every three million years, harvested only once every nine million years. Just one bite can prolong one’s life, and eating the core can lead to comprehending the Great Dao. Even the Supreme Elders of our Yaochi Sacred Land may not be able to get a Great Dao Immortal Peach. During this great assembly in Yaochi, Saints and other important figures will all receive a Great Dao Immortal Peach.”
“Great Dao Immortal Peach…”
Dugu Aotian had never tasted such a treasure.
Even Master had never given him a Great Dao Immortal Peach.
The Great Dao Immortal Peach, a treasure unique to Yaochi Sacred Land, coveted even by other Sacred Lands.
Yaochi Sacred Land would not easily bring out such high-level treasures unless it were for the Sacred Mother’s Grand Longevity Festival and if each guest had brought a tribute, the Yaochi Sacred Land might not be willing to part with a batch of Great Dao Immortal Peaches.
As for the Pan Peach Trees that bear the Great Dao Immortal Peaches, only people from within Yaochi Sacred Land have seen them, and outsiders cannot behold their true form.
While the two were strolling and chatting by Yaochi, several elegantly dressed young masters intercepted them.
The leader bowed to Liu Yiyi: “I am Feng Chen from the Ancient Feng Family, the younger brother of Feng Mu. Currently, I am ranked seventy-third on the Qilin Ranking, and in the future, there is hope that I will follow in my brother’s footsteps and enter the top ten.”
Feng Chen carried himself with pride.
Their Ancient Feng Family, relying on the strength of one family alone, could contend with a Sacred Land.
Feng Mu now even ranks second on the Qilin Ranking.
Feng Chen is confident that, in the future, he will enter the top ten of the Qilin Ranking.
Therefore, he is confident in winning the heart of a beauty.
Yaochi Holy Land suffers from a decline of males and an abundance of females, with both the Holy Sons and the male disciples generally having lower aptitudes. However, the Holy Maidens and female disciples are all exceptional. Moreover, their offspring tend to possess higher aptitudes.
Every Holy Land takes pride in marrying a woman from Yaochi Holy Land.
Upon learning that the Holy Maiden of Yaochi had not yet married, Feng Chen set his sights on her.
“I understand, but you are now blocking our way,” Feng Chen said.
Liu Yiyi, however, is not particularly impressed with the Ancient Feng Family.
She is the foremost among the young generation of Yaochi Holy Land, while Feng Chen is merely the brother of Feng Mu. Liu Yiyi does not feel any need to treat him with particular consideration.
Feng Chen’s expression changed.
Never before had anyone looked down on him like this.
Liu Yiyi’s gaze unintentionally glanced at Dugu Aotian, seemingly observing his reaction, which instantly irritated Feng Chen.
He, Feng Chen, was the talent of the Ancient Feng Family, second only to Feng Mu.
“Who might this be?”
Feng Chen had never seen Dugu Aotian before; he assumed he was just some young upstart from some place.
Dugu Aotian answered coldly, “I am Dugu Aotian, the ninth disciple of Tai Hua Holy Son.”
“Merely a disciple of a Holy Son,” Feng Chen said with disdain.
If it had been the currently illustrious Tai Hua Holy Son, Feng Chen might have shown the man a modicum of respect. However, this was just a disciple of Tai Hua Holy Son Lu Changsheng.
In Feng Chen’s eyes, a Holy Son’s disciple wasn’t anything special.
“Miss Liu, as the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, how can you be with someone so insignificant?”
“What I do is none of your business, and in my opinion, he is much more outstanding than you,” Liu Yiyi rebuked, her eyebrows furrowing as she met his gaze. She had witnessed Dugu Aotian succumb to demonization, and his aptitude was extremely terrifying.
If it were Feng Chen’s elder brother, Feng Mu, perhaps he could be compared with Dugu Aotian. But in Liu Yiyi’s eyes, Feng Chen was indeed not as good as Dugu Aotian.
Moreover, it was not necessarily the case that the higher one’s aptitude, the closer they would be to her heart.
If a woman likes you, she can overlook your flaws; beauty lies in the lover’s eyes.
“He is better than me?” Feng Chen frowned. A disciple of the Tai Hua Holy Son could be more outstanding than him?
Feng Chen carefully sensed Dugu Aotian’s aura. Like him, Dugu Aotian was also at the Quasi-Emperor realm.
Feng Chen’s eyes sharpened, slightly retracting his contempt for Dugu Aotian.
Dugu Aotian was a disciple of Tai Hua Holy Son Lu Changsheng and had reached the Quasi-Emperor realm, indicating he was no simple character.
Dugu Aotian wasn’t on the Qilin Ranking, not because he lacked the ability, but rather because he had never made a public display of his strength, which explained his absence from the ranking.
Feng Chen took a deep breath and addressed Dugu Aotian, “Since Miss Liu says your aptitude surpasses mine, would you dare to spar with me?”
“…”
Dugu Aotian remembered his master, Lu Changsheng’s, admonishment before setting out, to avoid unnecessary conflict, and he hesitated.
He did not wish to create trouble with the Ancient Feng Family over such a trivial matter.
“Disciple, how about a friendly spar with him?”
Lu Changsheng appeared.
He had seen everything that had transpired.
The Ancient Feng Family? So what?
What an opportunity this spar would be to have his own disciple ascend to the Qilin Ranking.
His disciple’s aptitude was no less than the freakishly talented among the top ten of the ranking.
“Fine, I accept your challenge!”
With Lu Changsheng backing him, Dugu Aotian no longer had much to worry about.