Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race-Chapter 35 - Cloud Dream Mountain_1
35: 35 Cloud Dream Mountain_1
35: 35 Cloud Dream Mountain_1
Xu Lei’s body went limp, collapsing to the ground with an expression of disbelief on his face.
He had never imagined that he would die at the hands of Shen Long.
Shen Long breathed a sigh of relief; his mana was almost depleted, but fortunately, he had eliminated Xu Lei.
The four sub-blades fell to the ground, their spiritual light dimmed.
He did not deactivate his defense, and controlled the Qingyue Scissors to sever Xu Lei’s head.
The Iron Tail Scorpion emerged from the ground, issuing excited hisses, its tail swinging left and right, as if to claim credit from Shen Long.
Without the Iron Tail Scorpion, Shen Long would have been killed long ago.
“Let’s get out of here first, I’ll buy you Spirit Feeding Pills later.”
He took the Iron Tail Scorpion back into the Spirit Beast Bag, searched the two bodies and extracted three Storage Bags, tucking them into his bosom.
He then slapped an Earth Escape Charm on himself and left by burrowing into the ground.
Qin Qing was still alive; who knew if he would be lying in ambush outside, so leaving by Earth Escape was the safer option.
Shen Long planned to head for the great marketplace and decided not to return to Qianzhu Valley.
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In Qianzhu Valley, the door of a stone house opened, and Qin Tianhe stepped out, intending to go to the Martial Training Garden to practice magic.
Qin Qing ran towards him, saying, “Come, we must leave the marketplace immediately.”
He rushed back to the marketplace at top speed, planning to take Qin Tianhe away; the marketplace was no longer safe. freewebnσvel.cѳm
He did not dare to notify the Chen Family, the Han Family, or the Li Family.
Given the involvement of the Spirit Control Token, the response might not be a reward but rather silence through assassination.
With the power of the three families, crushing a Qi Refinement Level 6 Cultivator was as easy as flipping one’s hand.
With three hundred Spirit Stones, they could live elsewhere without any issue.
“Grandfather, what’s happened?”
Qin Tianhe asked, puzzled.
“It’s nothing, just follow me.”
Without further explanation, Qin Qing took Qin Tianhe and left the marketplace.
In a secluded manor with pavilions and terraces, and bridges over flowing water,
a gorgeous woman in a golden skirt and a tall, lean middle-aged man sat in a green stone pavilion, discussing something, with Li Ruxue standing nearby.
“The disciple recruitment conference is about to begin; I’ll lead the team this time!
I hope that some of our people can be accepted into the Xuanyang Sect.”
The woman in the golden skirt said, her face full of longing.
Li Yueyun, early Foundation Establishment.
“Ruxue and the others all meet the requirements for discipleship, but whether they can pass the assessment depends on their own abilities.”
The middle-aged man spoke.
Li Yuefeng, early Foundation Establishment.
“Ruxue, go back and prepare.
We depart tomorrow; whether you can be accepted into the Xuanyang Sect is up to your own fortune.”
Li Yueyun instructed.
“Yes, Aunt Jiu.”
Li Ruxue agreed and turned to leave.
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The Cloud Dream Mountain Range stretched for a hundred thousand miles, with mountains rolling in succession under the ancient trees that reached for the sky.
At the outskirts of the Cloud Dream Mountain Range, a steep Sky-Supporting Peak rose sharply, a thousand feet in height, from its base to its summit adorned with buildings, the figures of many Cultivators visible.
At the foot of the mountain stood a more than thirty-foot-tall green stone stele engraved with the three golden characters “Cloud Dream Mountain” that glittered conspicuously under the sunlight.
A figure appeared in the distance, rushing swiftly towards Cloud Dream Mountain.
Before long, the figure stopped on a low hill, revealing a man in blue clothes with ordinary features, none other than Shen Long in a changed appearance.
Unsure if Qin Qing would send word, Shen Long had left the Qianzhu Mountain Range, altered his appearance, and finally arrived at Cloud Dream Mountain, where the five major forces of Qin Country were recruiting new disciples.
Shen Long, afraid of being recognized, travelled by night and remained hidden by day.
It took him more than three years to finally arrive at Cloud Dream Mountain.
There was still one year left until the Ascension Conference, and though Shen Long was only at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, he had the Spirt Control Token.
Entering the Spirt Control Sect shouldn’t be a problem.
The ground began to tremble slightly.
Startled, Shen Long turned his head towards the distance to see a group of cultivators riding blue steeds rushing from afar.
The blue steeds had a blue horn on their heads and were running very fast.
Every blue steed carried a cultivator on its back, their sleeves embroidered with a plum blossom pattern, seemingly a symbol of some sort.
“Plum Blossom Valley’s Su Family!”
Shen Long recognized the emblem.
The Travels of Master Qingyun had mentioned the Su Family.
They were a cultivating family affiliated with the Zixiao Sect, with Foundation Establishment Cultivators in their ranks, and were known for their abundance of experts.
The Su Family cultivators paid no attention to Shen Long as they spurred their spirit horses toward Cloud Dream Mountain.
A flash of green under Shen Long’s feet, a blur of his figure, and he dashed towards Cloud Dream Mountain.
Wind Control Skill at Great Perfection!
For the past three years, Shen Long had been without a permanent abode, setting aside six hours daily to practice his spells, and had cultivated his Wind Control Skill to Great Perfection.
As he drew within a mile of Cloud Dream Mountain, Shen Long felt his body resist and slow down.
Shocked, he realized it must be the marketplace’s restrictions.
He quickly ceased his Wind-Riding Skill and walked towards Cloud Dream Mountain.
The streets were wide and clean with neatly arranged shops on both sides, people bustling and traffic flowing like the tide.
“Come take a look, newly arrived Spiritual Wine, a century-old shop you can trust.”
“We’ve launched five new Spiritual Meals, all at 10% off.
Don’t miss out as you pass by!”
“Forging Armament Pavilion’s products are all high-quality.
Fellow Daoists and seniors looking to buy Magic Artifacts, come and see!”
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Shop assistants stood energetically outside their storefronts, loudly hawking their wares to attract customers.
Shen Long, with a face full of curiosity, wandered about, observing many novel items, yet he didn’t purchase anything.
After less than half an hour, Shen Long stood at the entrance of a nine-story tall, blue-painted building.
The signboard displayed three golden characters: “Guesthouse Residence.”
He strode inside to find a spacious and bright hall with many tables and chairs.
Behind a blue counter sat a rosy-cheeked old man in a blue robe.
A green-robed attendant approached quickly and asked warmly, “Would you like to lodge or dine, Daoist friend?”
“I’d like to rent a room.
How much is the charge?”
Shen Long asked.
“Two Spirit Stones for a month.
If you rent for a year, it’s a bit cheaper, twenty Spirit Stones.”
The blue-robed old man said.
“That’s expensive!”
Shen Long frowned.
Even renting for a year in Qianzhu Valley didn’t cost him as many Spirit Stones; the marketplace really was different, with such costly rents.
“This is the cheapest we have; there are more expensive options too.”
The blue-robed old man said.
Shen Long nodded and left.
After visiting several inns, he found their rates were roughly the same, and the innkeeper at Guesthouse Residence had not overcharged him on purpose.
He ended up renting a place in Immortal Gathering Residence, paying for a full year.
The room was spacious and clean, equipped with a blue wooden bed, a blue tea table, and several blue wooden stools.
In a corner stood a blue Array, with eight slots of uniform size atop it.
Shen Long closed the room’s door, placed eight Spirit Stones into the slots, took out a blue square token, infused it with Mana, and a ray of blue light flew out from the token into the Array.
A curtain of blue light emerged on the wall, drowning out the noise from outside.
Shen Long lay on the bed and let out a long breath.
“I’ve finally reached Cloud Dream Mountain,”
he said to himself, his face brimming with joy.
He took out a blue Storage Bag.
Giving it a shake with the opening facing downwards, a sweep of blue gleam passed, and the floor became littered with an assortment of items.
