Chapter 474: Immortal Fairy: I Will Cultivate for You

A month and a half flashed by in the blink of an eye, a period during which the Central Continent was exceptionally bustling. With city-level and province-level tournaments underway, all the geniuses of the Great Xia Dynasty gathered atop the dueling rings. As pairs clashed in combat, massive upsets erupted frequently; many obscure cultivators burst into fame with a single triumph, leaving those who knew them utterly dumbfounded.

Even disciples painstakingly nurtured by first-rate sects and laden with high expectations were occasionally defeated by unknown, low-tier cultivators.

Soon, the day arrived for the Wendao Sect to convene its grand celebration.

Throughout this month and a half, the Immortal Fairy had been lawless and unbridled within the Wendao Sect, while Lu Yang aided and abetted her misdeeds, the two of them working hand in glove.

Inside the cave dwelling of Heaven's Gate Peak, two Lu Yangs sat together; one was reviewing official documents while the other was asleep, both exceedingly busy.

"Just endure a bit longer, it will all be over once the celebration passes!" Lu Yang cheered himself on as he reviewed the documents. With the celebration drawing near, what he held in his hands was precisely the roster of young talents who had stood out from various provinces, as well as the representatives of different factions attending the gala.

The one he was currently utilizing was the wood clone from the Tree-Planting Art, while the one sleeping was the Immortal Fairy, who had successfully seized possession of his body.

"Fairy, are you absolutely certain you are helping me cultivate?"

Perhaps because a shred of conscience had awakened within the Immortal Fairy, making her feel that repeatedly seizing Lu Yang's body was improper since it constantly consumed his cultivation time, she had proactively offered to help Lu Yang cultivate.

In any case, since they both shared the exact same body, it mattered not who did the actual cultivating.

And then, the Immortal Fairy went right back to sleep.

"Yawn—" Awakened by Lu Yang's voice, the Immortal Fairy let out a massive yawn and glared at him with displeasure.

"This Immortal is naturally cultivating. This is the Sleeping Cultivation Method, operating on the exact same principle as how this Immortal restores her cultivation through slumber. It is a supreme method of cultivation known only to immortals. A mere mortal like you naturally cannot comprehend its profound mysteries."

Lu Yang thought to himself that you immortals have already reached the absolute apex of cultivation, so what on earth is this Sleeping Cultivation Method, and what earthly use could it possibly have?

The Acting Sect Master possessed far too much authority, and Lu Yang had no way to discipline the Immortal Fairy, leaving him no choice but to continue reviewing the official documents.

"So this is the Wendao Sect, how spectacular."

Ming Tai stood before the mountain gate of the Wendao Sect, gazing at the continuous, unbroken mountain ranges rising behind it and feeling the spiritual energy permeating his every pore, unable to help but sigh with emotion.

He was competing on behalf of the Sword Pavilion, having successfully advanced all the way to the finals, and had entered the Wendao Sect alongside an elder.

The Wendao Sect was far grander and wealthier than their Sword Pavilion.

Ming Tai's reaction did not attract any unwanted attention from others; many disciples participating in the finals, and even the factions backing them, were completely stunned by the sheer extravagance of the Wendao Sect upon seeing it for the very first time.

If the spiritual energy at the mountain gate was already this abundant, what kind of wondrous scenery lay further inside?

"Ming Tai, let us go." The Sword Pavilion elder walked ahead, gesturing for Ming Tai to keep pace.

It was not the elder's first time visiting the Wendao Sect, so he required no guidance, navigating the bamboo forest with practiced ease to reach the core area of the sect—the main venue for this celebration.

The main venue encompassed Heaven's Gate Peak, the eight Elder Peaks, and the commercial street, making it the most prosperous and bustling location in the entire Wendao Sect.

"The Wendao Sect has put quite a bit of effort into this." The Sword Pavilion elder stroked his beard and nodded in approval. It was evident that the Wendao Sect was treating this celebration with the utmost seriousness. A clearing had been swept at the foot of Heaven's Gate Peak, where an altar crafted entirely from white jade had been erected, featuring three tall statues shrouded in red cloth.

Arranged upon the altar were cauldrons, sacrificial vessels, presentation bowls, wine jars, pitchers, goblets, smaller cups, candlesticks, incense burners, wine trays, chime bells, and stone chimes—all the necessary ritual implements and offerings, everything prepared in strict accordance with the rules of the highest sacrificial rites.

Several Wendao Sect disciples surrounded the altar, strictly forbidding anyone from approaching before the ritual officially commenced.

There were also various sacrificial items and props used for the ceremony that looked incredibly ancient, to the point where even he could not identify them.

"It resembles the ancestral sacrifice of the Barbarian Race, yet it is far more intricate."

As the oldest branch of the human race, the Barbarians preserved the heritages of antiquity, and their ancestral sacrifices had long been viewed by the world as the rituals that best restored ancient practices. Many scholars traveled to the Barbarian lands to learn from them, using the knowledge to reconstruct a small glimpse of the ancient era.

What the Sword Pavilion elder failed to recognize was something Lu Yang had asked the Immortal Fairy to recall from her memories of how ancient great clans sacrificed to their ancestors and immortals.

Though the Immortal Fairy was unreliable in her actions, her memory was thoroughly dependable; she had effortlessly reconstructed the ancient sacrificial procedures, ensuring they were absolutely orthodox.

The Immortal Fairy could have even reconstructed an even more ancient and orthodox gathering of immortals, but that particular proposal had been swiftly vetoed by Lu Yang.

"Elder Sikong, it has been a long time."

Hearing someone call out to him in a familiar voice, the Sword Pavilion elder turned his head to look. It was Lu Baqian, the Sect Master of the Corpse-Refining Sect whose fame had been soaring recently, and following closely behind him was presumably the disciple representing their sect in the finals.

"So it is Sect Master Lu." Elder Sikong greeted him in return, his movements free and succinct, perfectly matching the consistent style of a sword cultivator.

"Greetings, Sect Master Lu." Ming Tai followed his example and bowed.

"Haha, how did you know I have already ascended to the Tribulation Transmutation Stage?" Lu Baqian laughed merrily, his eyes narrowing to slits from his mirth.

Elder Sikong: "..."

"Brother Sikong has delayed his ascension to the Tribulation Transmutation Stage for so long; it seems your cultivation has been somewhat neglected."

As the very first of his generation to ascend to the Tribulation Transmutation Stage, Lu Baqian was now flaunting it everywhere he went. It just so happened that his cultivation was exceptionally high, and absolutely no one could best him in combat.

Elder Sikong silently gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, hesitating for a brief moment before choosing not to draw it.

"Is this a disciple of the Sword Pavilion?" Having flaunted to his heart's content, Lu Baqian finally noticed Ming Tai's presence.

"Just this one outstanding youth, who has inherited the mantle of the Sovereign." Speaking of Ming Tai, Elder Sikong's expression softened slightly; Ming Tai was the absolute pride of the Sword Pavilion.

"The Sovereign's mantle?" Lu Baqian exclaimed in a low whisper, his pupils contracting slightly, visibly startled by the revelation.

Those at the Body Integration Stage could be addressed as True Lords, those at the Tribulation Transmutation Stage as Venerables, and those at the Half-Immortal Stage as Sovereigns.

This youth named Ming Tai had actually obtained the mantle of the Sword Pavilion's Sovereign?

The Sovereign of the Sword Pavilion had been a Half-Immortal of the sword dao, but unfortunately, he had fallen midway through his journey, missing his chance to achieve immortality. The mantle he left behind had requirements that were far too demanding, such that no one had been deemed qualified to inherit it. Lu Baqian had believed he would never live to see the day someone inherited that mantle, yet here he was, witnessing it firsthand.

The Sword Pavilion had certainly kept this well hidden, quietly finding such an exceptional successor without making a sound. Had it not been for this grand tournament, the Sword Pavilion likely would have been reluctant to bring Ming Tai out into the open.

"Zhao Po, an outstanding disciple of our Corpse-Refining Sect."

In the absence of an anomaly like Huang Ming, Zhao Po was the true number one youth of the Corpse-Refining Sect. Furthermore, having experienced the battle of Hanshui City, which greatly enriched his worldly experience, Lu Baqian had personally guided him after breaking through to the Tribulation Transmutation Stage, allowing the disciple to achieve a comprehensive leap in power.

"Very well, I shall converse with Sect Master Lu. You youngsters may go and amuse yourselves." Elder Sikong waved his hand; with juniors present, he always felt compelled to maintain an aloof posture, which felt unnatural.

"Greetings, Zhao Po, my name is Ming Tai. You are a disciple of the Corpse-Refining Sect?" Ming Tai revealed a bright smile, instantly showing himself to be an optimistic, cheerful, and highly talkative individual.

"Does that mean you personally experienced the Hanshui City incident?"

The Hanshui City incident was the largest-scale battle to occur in the past century, involving three Tribulation Transmutation Stage experts, as well as a supreme Great Heavenly Venerate capable of suppressing all three of them. It had captured immense public attention, and someone had already adapted the battle into storytelling scripts that circulated widely among the common people; Ming Tai frequently visited teahouses just to listen to those stories.

Meeting someone who had firsthand experience of the battle of Hanshui City right here—how could he not be thrilled.

Zhao Po nodded: "Yes. When the battle erupted in the sky above Hanshui City, I happened to be inside the Provincial Governor's estate alongside Senior Brother Lu Yang, making us the closest witnesses to the combat."

"You actually know Senior Brother Lu Yang?" Ming Tai's eyes sparkled, his voice rising by a few fractions, growing even more excited than before.

What was currently the most popular tale in the teahouses? It was none other than *The Legends of the Wendao Sect — Lu Yang's Chapter*!

The second update will be at eleven o'clock.

(End of chapter)