novelhk Chapter 347 Top-Tier Cultivator, Forcefully Taking Over
Chapter 347 Top-Tier Cultivator, Forcefully Taking Over
Chapter 347 Top-Tier Cultivator, Forcefully Taking Over
Deep within the cave, a beam of light shot into the sky.
Fairy Xuan Yin had no choice but to step in.
Even though she was also at the late Nascent Soul stage, she dared not be arrogant in the face of this renowned Nascent Soul peak cultivator who had been famous in Zhongzhou for a hundred years.
Chen Yi and Ning Bu'er followed closely behind, standing half a step behind Xuan Yin.
At this time, by staying by the side of Fairy Xuan Yin and welcoming someone like the Ji family patriarch, Chen Yi naturally had no fear of being attacked by the people of Vajra Temple.
"Qingling Cave Heaven, Xuan Yin, respectfully welcomes Fellow Daoist Ji." After the three of them took over Qingyun Cave Heaven, they renamed it Qingling Cave Heaven.
Xuan Yin Fairy stood in the void, her voice clear and cold, yet it clearly resonated for miles around.
The Flame Sparrow Demon King hovered in mid-air, the strong wind he generated causing everyone's robes to flutter.
Ji Yinglong looked down at the crowd below with lightning speed, finally fixing his gaze on Xuan Yin.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The laughter rolled like thunder, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to surge.
"The Mysterious Yin Fairy is truly a once-in-a-millennium genius!"
Ji Yinglong stepped into the void and walked down the bird's back step by step, each step seemingly hitting the heartbeat of everyone present.
"Decades ago, my worthless junior, Wuchen, suffered a loss in your Monster Mountain Range. I sent this hairy beast to your Demonic Sect headquarters to demand an explanation. At that time, I even had a remote exchange with the fairy."
He pointed to the Flame Sparrow Demon King behind him, his tone seemingly familiar but actually extremely domineering.
"I never imagined that in just a few decades, your supernatural powers would have advanced to such a degree. I heard that you had taken charge of Qingyun, and I couldn't contain myself, so I came to see you. I hope you won't think I'm being presumptuous."
These words both addressed old grievances and signaled new friendships.
Xuan Yin Fairy remained expressionless and gave a slight bow.
"I dare not. In this world, who does not know the illustrious name of the Ji family's patriarch? It is my honor that Fellow Daoist Ji would deign to grace us with his presence. Please."
She stepped aside to make way for the main road, her posture perfectly upright.
Ji Yinglong didn't stand on ceremony. With a wave of his sleeve, he led the Ji family members into Qingyun Cave in a grand procession.
In the distance, amidst the clouds, many cultivators who had been observing the situation shook their heads and sighed upon seeing this.
Ji Yinglong personally visited Xuan Yin and expressed his approval of him in his words.
The signal couldn't be clearer.
It seems that the Qingyun Ancestor's plan to reclaim the cave is now completely hopeless.
Even the Ji family has acknowledged Xuan Yin's status; this is the prevailing trend.
Inside the main hall of the cave.
The guests and hosts took their seats.
Ning Bu'er and Chen Yi were responsible for handing over the gift list.
When Chen Yi's divine sense swept over the dark gold storage ring, his eyelids twitched suddenly.
Three portions of fourth-grade superior spiritual materials, a thousand top-grade spirit stones, a three-thousand-year-old Purple Dragon King Ginseng, and dozens of other precious materials and resources.
The value of this gift list is enough to buy a complete fourth-grade low-level spiritual vein.
This isn't a gift-giving ceremony; it's clearly a betrothal.
Chen Yi calmly closed the gift list. Taking advantage of the tea-serving break, he found an opportunity to call Ji Wuchen out, set up an array, and quietly transmitted his voice.
"Brother Ji, what's going on? Your ancestor has made such a move right off the bat. Could it be that he intends to buy our Xuan Yin Fairy along with her grotto?"
Ji Wuchen gave a wry smile, his lips barely moving as he replied telepathically, "Brother Chen, you know my ancestor's temperament. He always acts decisively and never follows any rules of gradual progress. Once he sets his mind on something, it's very difficult to stop him in this world unless a Nascent Soul Venerable personally intervenes."
At this point, Ji Wuchen paused, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.
"Brother Chen, you should still be mentally prepared."
Chen Yi nodded silently, without saying anything more.
He stepped aside, his gaze subtly sweeping over Ji Yinglong, who was chatting and laughing with the Fairy of Xuan Yin.
The fervor and confidence in the eyes of this powerful cultivator who was renowned throughout the Central Plains seemed a little too excited at this moment.
That feeling was like being pushed along by some unseen force, yet believing that you were in control of everything.
The sense of absurdity welled up in Chen Yi's heart once again.
Just as the Stubborn Stone Lord was like this, so too was Ji Yinglong.
Which of these figures standing at the top of the cultivation world isn't shrewd and calculating in their daily lives?
How come when it comes to certain specific causes and effects, they become so "straightforward" and even somewhat irrational?
Is the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator truly so terrifying in its influence on this world?
They distort will, alter cognition, and treat all living beings as puppets.
Chen Yi felt a wave of suffocation.
He turned his head and looked at Hu Mingyue, who was standing in the corner looking bored.
Only this girl seems to be an outsider.
"Bright Moon".
Chen Yi transmitted his voice, his tone more serious than ever before.
"Welcoming guests is very important during this time. You should put aside your cultivation for now and stay by my side at all times."
Hu Mingyue blinked and nodded obediently, "Okay, Uncle Chen."
However, a cool, clear voice drifted gently through her heart:
This old man surnamed Ji's eyes were practically glued to Xuan Yin; he was clearly in heat and had come for her. This cheapskate Uncle Chen was certainly cautious.
Qingyun Cave, the main hall for receiving guests.
Two rows of maids bowed their heads and stepped aside, while several cultivators dressed in gold-patterned brocade robes filed in, each carrying a tightly sealed sandalwood box.
As the wooden boxes were opened one by one, a burst of precious light shot into the sky, and a rich spiritual energy instantly filled the entire hall, as if even the dust in the air had been cleansed away by this spiritual aura.
A gold-embossed gift list was respectfully presented to Fairy Xuanyin.
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Fairy Xuan Yin extended her slender white fingers and gently accepted the gift list.
Her pupils contracted slightly as her gaze swept over the first line of text.
Fourth-grade superior spiritual material, Purple Dragon King Ginseng, top-grade spiritual crystal—
The further you look at the list, the heavier it becomes. This is no ordinary visit; even betrothal gifts might not be this extravagant.
She closed the gift list, tapped her fingertips lightly twice on the rosewood armrest, and looked up at the man on the other side of the main seat.
"Senior Ji, this gift is far too generous without any reason."
The Fairy of Mysterious Yin spoke in a cool voice, placing the gift list on the tea table without putting it in her sleeve, "Such a generous gift, I'm afraid I'm not worthy of it."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A loud, booming laugh echoed through the hall, shaking dust from the beams.
Ji Yinglong sat imposingly in his grand chair, his purple-gold Daoist robe billowing even without wind. He waved his hand dismissively, as if what he had just given away wasn't a priceless treasure that even Nascent Soul cultivators would covet, but rather a pile of roadside pebbles.
"This is but a small token of my respect. It is merely a small gift from me to Fairy Xuan Yin."
He leaned forward slightly, his aggressive gaze sweeping unrestrainedly over the Xuan Yin Fairy's body, his eyes scrutinizing her like a rare and precious object.
"If we cultivate the Great Dao together in the future, the future is promising. I can even provide a secret realm stronger than Qingyun Cave Heaven!"
The sheer confidence in those words seemed to overflow the hall and soar into the sky.
However, when Fairy Xuanyin heard this, her heart sank.
Together we cultivate the Great Way.
The meaning of these four words in the cultivation world is self-evident. For low-level cultivators, it might just be simple dual cultivation, but at their level, so-called joint cultivation often means one party plundering and merging with the other's origin, or some more subtle furnace-cauldron relationship.
Ji Yinglong's ambition was obvious.
The Fairy of Xuan Yin frowned slightly, but her face remained expressionless. However, her watery eyes held a hint of coldness that kept people at a distance.
"Senior Ji, I am devoted to the Dao and am used to being alone. I have no intention of cultivating with you or seeking the Great Dao."
She raised her hand and gently pushed, and a gentle spiritual force carried the gold-embossed gift list, slowly floating back to Ji Yinglong.
"Since you intend to present this gift as a gift, please take it back. Although Qingyun Cave Heaven is small, we dare not accept such a great favor without reason."
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Ji Yinglong looked at the gift list hovering in front of him. The smile on his face didn't disappear, but the temperature in his eyes suddenly dropped. He didn't reach out to take it, letting the gift list hang in mid-air.
"The Fairy of Mysterious Yin is joking."
He slowly stood up, his hands behind his back, and a powerful aura belonging to a peak Nascent Soul cultivator emanated from him, like a mountain about to collapse, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
"There's no reason for me, Ji, to take back what I've given away."
He strode to the center of the hall, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable domineering air: "This is but a small gift. If you find it too much, Fairy, you may give it to your disciples. There is no need for you to do anything right now."
At this point, he changed the subject, his tone becoming more persuasive: "As for the matter of joint cultivation and exploring the origins of the Dao in this world, I think you might want to reconsider. If you feel it's not suitable now, I won't force you; there's plenty of time in the future."
Fairy Xuan Yin remained silent.
Having said all that, forcibly returning the gift would be a complete breakdown in relations. Given Qingyun Cave's current strength, a direct confrontation with Ji Yinglong would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.
Seeing that Xuan Yin remained silent, a hint of smugness flashed in Ji Yinglong's eyes.
He sat down again, no longer mentioning the group practice, and instead began to chat and laugh.
"Speaking of the constraints of this world, does the fairy know why the Old Ancestor Ku Rong of the far west passed away three hundred years ago?"
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"And what taboo did the Tianyan Sect, which only existed for a fleeting moment five hundred years ago, violate?"
Ji Yinglong spoke eloquently, from ancient secrets to the flow of the Dao of Heaven and Earth, from the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul stage to various conjectures about the Deity Transformation realm. He quoted extensively from classical texts, demonstrating a profound understanding of the origins of Heaven and Earth, often able to pinpoint the core of cultivation in just a few words.
Even though Fairy Xuanyin was wary, she had to admit that Ji Yinglong's mastery of Taoist arts was indeed superior to hers. Several times, she was involuntarily drawn into his conversation, and felt a sense of enlightenment from listening to his words.
This is precisely where Ji Yinglong's brilliance lies.
He didn't use force to subdue, but rather used this lofty "Dao" to crush. He was telling Xuan Yin: Only by following me can you see a higher view.
I don't know how much time passed, but the teacups had been changed three times.
Ji Yinglong suddenly stopped talking, his gaze fixed intently on Xuan Yin, revealing the true nature of the situation.
"Mysterious Yin Fairy, this place is too crowded and noisy to talk."
He stood up, straightened his sleeves, and extended an invitation: "Do you have a quiet, secluded room? What I just said was merely scratching the surface. I would like to demonstrate to you in detail the communication and connection between the Dao of Heaven and Earth and a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak, as well as my ideas on how cultivators like us who are close to the upper limit of this world can break through to the Divine Transformation realm."
"Whether the fairy is willing to cultivate together and explore the Great Dao at that time will be answered. What do you say?"
These words sounded very respectable, and the reasons given were impossible to refuse.
Break through to the realm of Divine Transformation.
This is the ultimate dream of all Nascent Soul cultivators in this world, and also their greatest inner demon. Ji Yinglong used this as bait, precisely because he had calculated that Xuan Yin would be unable to resist it.
The worry between Xuan Yin Fairy's brows deepened.
She could sense the other party's aggressive aura; this was no invitation, but a coercion carried out by overwhelming force.
I can't even find a reason to refuse.
The other party is here to "guide" you, to offer you an opportunity. To refuse would not only be ungrateful, but also a betrayal of the true path.
But if I agree—
A lone man and a lone woman, alone in a secluded room. If Ji Yinglong were to use any tricks, she feared she would be walking into a tiger's den alone, in danger of losing her virginity.
The atmosphere in the hall became somewhat subtle.
Ji Yinglong stood with his hands behind his back, a confident smile on his lips, waiting for his prey to fall into his trap.
Xuan Yin Fairy lowered her eyes, her mind racing.
Just two breaths later, she raised her head again, her face regaining its composure.
"Senior Ji, your hospitality is too kind for me to refuse."
Ji Yinglong's smile widened, and he was about to speak when Xuan Yin changed the subject.
"But in this secluded room, you and I, a lone man and woman, are alone together. If word gets out, it will affect our reputations. Moreover, the path of the Great Dao depends on its inheritance."
She turned around and glanced at the two figures that had been waiting quietly behind her.
"If Senior Ji's pursuit of the path to Nascent Soul is not too profound or secretive, I would like to invite my disciples Ning Bu'er and Chen Yi to listen. Would Senior Ji be willing?"
"Listen together?"
Ji Yinglong's smile froze slightly, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.
This woman actually wanted to bring people in?
Isn't this clearly trying to ruin his plans?
His powerful divine sense surged forth like a tidal wave, sweeping recklessly over the two juniors.
First, it was that female cultivator.
Ji Yinglong's gaze lingered on Ning Bu'er for a moment.
This woman was stunningly beautiful with a voluptuous figure, but unfortunately, her brow was sparse.
She was no longer a virgin, and her virginity had long been taken, so she had less value for replenishment. However, her stunning beauty and top-notch figure still had a unique charm.
If only master and disciple could serve together —
Upon realizing this, his displeasure dissipated somewhat, and even a more twisted excitement began to rise within him.
Letting this woman listen in is fine; it'll be good for her to see how her master submits to me.
Then, his divine sense swept over the meek male cultivator next to him.
Chen Yi.
Ji Yinglong frowned slightly. He was unremarkable, and although his breathing was steady, there was nothing particularly outstanding about him.
An instinctive disgust rose from the bottom of my heart.
It's like a fly suddenly flying into a table full of delicious food; it's not fatal, but it's disgusting enough.
What he wants is to conquer Xuan Yin and, incidentally, to toy with that female disciple. What kind of person is this kid? Does he even deserve to listen to his sermons?
"Mysterious Yin Fairy"
Ji Yinglong withdrew his divine sense, his tone carrying a clear hint of dissatisfaction and contempt, "This Fairy Ning's magical power is extremely pure, and her comprehension is not bad either. Coming here to listen in should be of some use."
He pointed at Chen Yi, making no attempt to hide the disdain in his eyes: "But is this Chen Yi also your disciple? Judging from his cultivation level, his foundation is still shallow. The Dao I am expounding involves the origin of heaven and earth, and is far too profound and obscure. If I let him come and listen, I'm afraid his soul will not be able to withstand it, and it will do him more harm than good."
This excuse was extremely perfunctory, clearly showing that he didn't want Chen Yi to ruin his plans.
Inside the hall, everyone's eyes were focused on Fairy Xuan Yin.