962: Chapter 273: Dragon Girl Becomes a Disciple at Guiwang Mountain_2 962: Chapter 273: Dragon Girl Becomes a Disciple at Guiwang Mountain_2 This tale is intriguing, but it probably isn’t true—at least not before ancient times when matters of the world revolved around the White Tiger.
Looking at the encounter between the divine beast and the giant hand in the Xuanwu Passage of the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace, one could ascertain that back then, the White Tiger Clan was no less significant than the Four Spirits, and it might even have been considered one of the “Five Spirits”?
Whoever spread this rumor clearly knows nothing about the White Tiger.
Ji Feixue flew all the way here, avoiding the major sects.
A Dragon clan manhunt, the major Fairy Sects couldn’t possibly ignore it.
Su He looked at the information and asked Ji Feixue, “Wifey, how many powerful Fairy Gates exist in this era?”
Ji Feixue’s demon spawn opened his eyes and gave him a glance, replying, “In any era, there are always the Ten Major Immortal Doors.
It’s just a matter of some rising and others falling, coming into existence and perishing.
One rises, another declines, it’s a natural alternation.”
As she spoke, her curiosity also grew, “In your era, are the Ten Major Immortal Doors different from now?”
Su He nodded, “East Cloud Mountain is mine, while on the west, Yunmeng Ze you built the Yunmeng Dragon Palace, rivaling the Ten Major Immortal Doors, a paradise for the Demon Clan.
To the east is the Xuan Tian Immortal Domain, a young sect barely tens of thousands of years old, just about a tailender among the Ten Major Immortal Doors.”
Sects have replaced one another over more than 700,000 years; certainly, there are no Xuan Tian Gate and Vermilion Bird Gate in this era.
Vermilion Bird Gate was almost created by my aunt, and it has not yet been a hundred thousand years.
It’s said that within the Vermilion Bird Gate, there is even a phoenix from the Phoenix Clan that has not returned—now how miraculous is that?
Would the Phoenix Clan agree to such a thing?
After I return, I’ll ask my aunt.
If it’s my aunt’s sect, isn’t it technically mine?
Su He chuckled.
Talking with Ji Feixue, even though most of the time he was the one babbling away and Ji Feixue only occasionally said a word, he felt that time flew by.
Now, they had already reached the Eastern Border.
Past the Eastern Border lies the East Sea, but he still could not sense any battle going on above the East Sea.
Houdou said that the Dragon Turtle Tribe was trapped in the East Sea.
But since Thai Zu had already been here, that wasn’t something he needed to worry about
Right now, treasure hunting was the pressing matter.
“Wifey, in this era, apart from Wasteland and Flame, do you recognize the other two Dragon Turtles?
Who are they?”
Upon hearing Su He’s inquiry, Ji Feixue frowned slightly, “Are there two fewer Dragon Turtles in future generations?”
With a flick of her fingers, the sea water beneath her surged up, forming two ancient Dragon Turtles—one dark brown as if made of rock, towering impossibly high.
The other seemed to be radiating light, ethereal and dazzling, too brilliant to look at directly.
“The one on the left is Yue Zu, Taiyue!
The one on the right is Xu Ancestor, Yang Xu.”
Su He was momentarily stunned.
He knew of Yue Zu; on the Dragon Turtle’s back in the Heritage Sea was the heritage shadow of Yue Zu, the external appearance of Yue Zu, was especially prominent.
Worth researching.
The other one, who seemed like a constant star, Xu Ancestor, he had never seen before, with no heritage left behind.
Seventy-three thousand years would mean it’s a time very close to Su He’s era.
Many of the same clan should still exist, so in future generations, many would surely recognize these two.
But they weren’t around…
Mingzu?
Thai Zu never wanted to disclose where Mingzu had gone, and Su He did not delve deeper.
Sometimes, when the status is achieved, the combat power is there to sustain it, one would naturally understand.
I wonder if one day, watching Wasteland Ancestor, Red Ancestor leave, watching Uncle Luo, and them becoming ancestors, and then leaving…
Perhaps it would be his turn then?
But merely thinking about the possibility of dozens of Dragon Turtles from the Dragon Turtle Tribe still existing, just hidden somewhere, excited him inexplicably.
If one day these Dragon Turtles return, they might be capable of overturning the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.
“We’ve arrived!” Ji Feixue’s voice came.
She hadn’t blocked Su He’s senses; he could see the outside world from the Cave World.
At the moment, Ji Feixue landed in a deserted mountainous area, not at all like what Su He had imagined with gateways or teleportation formations.
On an utterly ordinary river, a young Taoist was joyfully fishing, a campfire burning beside him with leftover fish bones.
Upon seeing the descent of sword light, the Taoist flung away his fishing rod, putting forth an air of a high and mighty hermit, and saluted with cupped hands, “Poor Dao Dongxu, has seen fellow Taoist.
May I know what brings the fellow Taoist here?”
Dongxu…
this belongs to the “Dong” generation in “Cave of the Profound Void, Dazzling the Great Origin,” where Xuanzhen Old Taoist and his peers are of the Xuan generation, this one is a prior generation to Xuanzhen Old Taoist.
Su He fixed his gaze on Dongxu Taoist, his mind suddenly sharp.
This Taoist, he could not discern his status!
This Taoist in Su He’s eyes seemed just like a mortal!
Indistinguishable from the neighboring mountains, rocks, or swimming fish!
Even his clothes were stained with clusters of honey, and his forehead swelled from bee stings.
He was utterly an ordinary person!
But oddly enough, he was fishing over water.
Su He’s heart tightened, was this the Taoist gatekeeper of Guiwang Mountain?
Ji Feixue intended to confront such a being and send him into Guiwang Mountain?
Su He was startled and hurriedly looked towards Ji Feixue’s demon fetus.
“Wife, don’t…”
Ji Feixue did not heed him; she had already returned a gesture and said in a clear voice, “I, Ji Feixue, a wanderer, wish to strike the Ascending Immortal Drum and become a disciple of Guiwang Mountain.”
In the Cave World, Su He was shocked and rendered speechless.
However, the young Taoist’s eyes lit up, and he clapped and laughed loudly, “Ha ha!
Good!
Good!
Fairy Ji has always had deep connections with my Guiwang Mountain.
Today, she indeed returns to her roots!”
He laughed excitedly, momentarily at a loss, seeming unsure of what to do next.
Su He was even more dumbfounded.
Ji Feixue had connections with Guiwang Mountain?
That’s right…
Ji Feixue recalled that her father-in-law dared to snatch finger bones from the Dragon clan, but when a Taoist from Guiwang Mountain appeared and took the finger bones, her father-in-law raised no objections.
Could her father-in-law actually be from Guiwang Mountain?
Then how could there be rumors of him being a mere mortal Scholar, and moreover, spread so convincingly?
“Thank you,” Ji Feixue said, not showing any reaction to the Taoist’s excitement, only nodding slightly, “Please lead me to the Ascending Immortal Drum.”
For some reason, Su He felt that her conversation with the Dongxu Taoist was not cold, but…
distant.
“The Ascending Immortal Drum!
Right, right, the Ascending Immortal Drum!” The Dongxu Taoist gestured in the air as if he had just realized something.
Raising his hand towards the sky, the clouds tumbled, and instantly a large drum appeared across the heavens.
Looking at the drum, the Dongxu Taoist’s excited expression faded, leaving only solemnity, “A single strike on the drum allows entry to Guiwang Mountain’s Moon-Questioning Gate.
Two strikes grants an inheritance, and each additional strike layers the inheritance further.
If one can strike it six times, even if not entering Guiwang Mountain, the inheritance obtained would not be inferior to any of the Ten Major Immortal Doors.
Seven strikes allow direct entry without questioning at the Moon Gate.
Eight strikes designate a direct disciple of the Tao Master, and nine strikes…
designate a disciple of the Taoist Ancestor, equal in status to a Tao Master.”
He said this with a stern face looking at Ji Feixue, but saw Ji Feixue had not listened to his words at all.
She flicked her finger, and the Immortal Sword flew up in the sky, its tip thunderously striking the Ascending Immortal Drum.
“Boom!” A muffled sound echoed through the lands.
Striking the Ascending Immortal Drum did not necessarily require knowledge of Taoist magic; even a mortal, if suitable, could produce a sound with a forceful punch.
A smile crept onto the Dongxu Taoist’s face, striking the Ascending Immortal Drum was evidently not a problem for Ji Feixue, but he wondered how many times she could strike it?
Given her bloodline, at least six or even seven strikes would be standard…
The Dongxu Taoist clasped his hands within his sleeves, his eyes full of hope, ready to witness Ji Feixue’s divine might.
But after a single strike, Ji Feixue put away her Immortal Sword and stepped towards the gateway that appeared with the sound of the drum.
Dongxu Taoist: “???”
“!!!”
What’s happening!
Why did she stop striking?
Others seeking discipleship would strive to strike as many times as possible to show their worth.
How come with Ji Feixue it turned into…
simply knocking on the door?
Once the door is open, is there no need to knock?
“Hey!” called the Dongxu Taoist.
Having stepped into the Guiwang Mountain Gate, Ji Feixue turned her head back to look at him, “Is there something wrong?”
The Dongxu Taoist opened his mouth, and after struggling for a while, could only say, “There is a young man before the Moon-Questioning Gate, do not start a conflict.”
Ji Feixue turned her head to continue through the gate, “If he doesn’t provoke me, I won’t kill him.”
Dongxu Taoist: “…”
Guarding the gate for who knows how many years, this was the first time he felt such frustration.
Ji Feixue disdained him…
In the Cave World, Su He blinked, observing Ji Feixue’s demon fetus.
Ji Feixue seemed not to like this Dongxu Taoist.
Ji Feixue pondered for a moment, then responded, “The outside world dares not record news of this Taoist, but I know him; I saw him in my childhood—my father lost his memory just after encountering him.
He is not a living being but the Artifact Spirit of the Ascending Immortal Drum.
The highest generation in the current Guiwang Mountain is called something xiu.
If the old ancestor retires and the next generation takes over, he would be called Zhongxu.”
Su He was startled, somewhat astonished.
If following this reasoning, in today’s world is he called Xuanxu?
According to Guiwang Mountain’s generational names, one day will he be called “Xuxu”?
Indeed, her father-in-law was related to Guiwang Mountain.