nyslfriends Chapter 2016 Departure, Imperial Decree!
Chapter 2016 Departure, Imperial Decree!
"therefore!
I will not encounter any fatal danger.
His words were well-organized and confident.
This also proves that Murong Wanwan had thought things through carefully and was not acting on impulse.
Cheng Buzheng remained silent for a long time, looking at his wife who had grown up and wanted to go her own way.
final!
He sighed deeply, slowly nodded, and chose to respect all her decisions.
"Since you've made up your mind, then everything will be as you wish."
Remember to be cautious in all matters during your journey. If you encounter any danger that you cannot resolve, immediately contact me.
I will get to you as quickly as possible.
Having received her husband's permission, Murong Wanwan's eyes lit up with a bright smile. Overjoyed, she threw herself into his arms again and spoke softly:
"Thank you for your understanding, my husband!"
I will definitely take good care of myself and return safely.
"..."
In the warmth of an embrace, life unfolds peacefully.
Time flies by, and a whole month has passed in the blink of an eye.
This day!
A gentle breeze drifts through the corridor and across the courtyard!
The mist swirls and swirls, filling the air with a rich and gentle spiritual energy from the plants.
The heavy sandalwood doors of the quiet room slowly slid open...
A slender and graceful figure walked out slowly.
Murong Wanwan's skin was as white and smooth as jade, as if she had just undergone a period of intensive seclusion. All the turbid energy around her had dissipated, and her whole body was radiant.
Even the cool and aloof look in her eyes had faded, and a natural, faint blush had settled on her cheeks.
Like a begonia under the moon, delicate and beautiful.
She was surrounded by a faint, elegant floral fragrance, and possessed an otherworldly air.
Just as she stepped lightly out of the meditation room and was about to walk forward...
A sudden sense of alarm flashed through his mind.
Next second,
Murong Wanwan suddenly stopped, her slender figure frozen in place.
Her narrow, almond-shaped eyes drooped slightly.
A thoughtful glance crossed his eyes.
She knew that her cultivation level was now far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.
Having the strength of a half-saint realm cultivator is too conspicuous and extremely detrimental to one's experience in the mortal world.
Thinking of this,
Murong Wanwan's gaze sharpened, and a thought flickered in her mind.
In an instant,
Vast, dreamlike, iridescent light burst forth from her limbs and bones.
Layer upon layer enveloped her exquisite, delicate body.
The rosy light flowed like smoke and mist, carrying with it the hazy, fragmented light of the Milky Way, enveloping her entirely.
The dreamlike glow of the sunset intertwined and swirled across her body, the light flowing along her meridians and transforming her physique, muscle structure, and facial bone structure.
With a faint hum of spiritual energy, Murong Wanwan's figure visibly changed:
Her once tall, slender, and curvaceous figure gradually became petite and ordinary.
Her stunningly beautiful face, once unforgettable, gradually faded into ordinariness.
Her features remained exquisite, but she no longer possessed any stunning beauty, becoming just another ordinary beauty in the crowd.
Not only her appearance and figure, but also her unique aloof Daoist charm and unparalleled cultivator aura were completely obscured by the radiant light.
At the same time, his internal cultivation began to decline steadily and uncontrollably.
The immense pressure of the Half-Saint Realm cultivator suddenly subsided and plummeted.
Then,
Late Nascent Soul stage, mid Nascent Soul stage, early Nascent Soul stage...
His cultivation level declined steadily.
The fluctuations of spiritual energy became increasingly restrained and gentle.
Until his cultivation level stabilized at the late Golden Core stage, the fluctuations of spiritual energy within his body became completely stable.
The dreamlike glow on the body surface slowly receded, returning entirely to the body without leaving a trace.
Murong Wanwan raised her hand and gently touched her cheek, then focused her mind to examine her own cultivation level, feeling the unremarkable appearance she currently possessed.
"Late stage of Golden Core, neither high nor low!"
This level of cultivation is perfect for my travels.
Thinking of this.
A deep sense of satisfaction flickered in his clear almond-shaped eyes.
In her current state, blending seamlessly into the thousands of cultivators in Ping'an City, no one would pay any special attention to her presence.
That's enough to avoid most trouble.
Immediately,
She lingered no longer, not even for a moment longer outside the quiet room.
With her skirt swaying gently, she walked straight towards the teleportation hall in the center of Heian City.
soon.
Murong Wanwan's figure disappeared into the backyard.
Inside the quiet room, the faint fragrance of Murong Wanwan still lingered.
In the empty and quiet room, only the spiritual energy slowly rises from the cloud bed.
Naked, Cheng Buzheng lay reclining on the cloud bed, his long, ink-black hair casually draped over his shoulders. His deep, dark eyes pierced through the heavy sandalwood doors, silently gazing in the direction his wife had left.
His eyes held a hint of tenderness and approval, and he nodded inwardly.
Not bad.
It seems that after all these years of practicing together, my wife has already mastered my true teachings.
On the path of cultivation, the higher one's level, the easier it is to develop arrogance and pride.
Even though she now possesses top-tier combat power at the Half-Saint Realm, she still maintains a sense of awe and acts with extreme caution, never flaunting her strength.
The world of cultivation is fraught with danger, and countless deadly schemes lurk in the shadows!
Only by maintaining a humble and cautious attitude, avoiding showing off skills, arrogance, and overconfidence, can one avoid countless undeserved disasters.
May you walk more steadily and further on the long and perilous path to immortality.
After a few moments of quiet reflection...
Cheng Buzheng withdrew his gaze from the distance and prepared to continue to immerse himself in comprehending the laws.
But then, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the disheveled, wrinkled cloud bed beneath him.
In an instant.
A tender scene instantly flooded my mind.
His eyes flickered slightly, and a lazy, tender smile involuntarily curved the corners of his lips onto his usually indifferent face.
Even the aura emanating from him softened somewhat.
A moment later,
He composed himself and casually waved his hand in the air.
An invisible and boundless force swept through the entire quiet room, leaving no trace.
Looking up again...
The cloud bed, which was previously in a mess, has now been restored to a smooth and clean state.
That water stain had completely disappeared without a trace.
The entire quiet room became clean and solemn once again, showing no signs of anything amiss.
Cheng Buzheng reached out and picked up the neatly folded black cloud-patterned Taoist robe from the side. He calmly put it on, tied his hair, pushed open the door of the meditation room, and slowly walked out, returning to his own meditation room.
He sat cross-legged on the cloud bed again, slowly closing his eyes and discarding all distracting thoughts.
And at this very moment.
Cheng Buzheng's mind broke free from the shackles of his physical body, following the rhythm of the laws flowing between heaven and earth, and once again sank into the vast unknown space-time, roaming in the boundless sea of the origin of laws, comprehending deeper levels of the true meaning of the laws.
He went into seclusion again...
The vast world of cultivation is undergoing subtle and gradual changes in accordance with his will and plans.
The order of the cultivators is steadily progressing in the established direction.
……
September of the 203rd year of the Daoist calendar.
The autumn sky is clear and crisp, the air is crisp and clear, and the vast sky is crystal clear.
In the heart of China's inland regions, the Dingyuan Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, their majestic peaks and towering cliffs forming a breathtaking panorama.
Ancient trees reach for the sky in the mountains, and rare birds and animals roam freely.
Streaks of light, varying in length and color, streaked across the azure sky.
Like countless shooting stars, they all sped towards the deepest part of the mountains.
As the camera zooms in, the deeper they travel into the heart of the Dingyuan Mountains, the denser the number of cultivators moving through the air becomes.
The sounds of flying swords piercing the air and cultivators conversing filled the air, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.
It lacked any of the secluded tranquility one would expect from a deep mountain.
And in the dragon vein land, surrounded by mountains and rich in spiritual energy...
A magnificent sect, with its buildings built against the mountain and array formations covering the surrounding mountains, stands silently.
It was none other than the renowned Nascent Soul sect within a thousand miles—Dingyuan Sect.
Today, the entire Dingyuan Sect is brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful ribbons. The mountain gate is adorned with spirit lanterns and colorful silks, and the sect is filled with spiritual energy. The sounds of ritual music and immortal melodies echo slowly, creating a festive and grand scene.
The reason for this is that the sect's patriarch, Dingyuan Sect, successfully broke through the shackles and entered the realm of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
For a Nascent Soul sect with ordinary resources...
Great cultivators are the pillars of a sect.
This would be enough to greatly enhance the sect's status and intimidate all the surrounding forces, large and small.
Therefore!
Today, Dingyuan Sect opens its gates wide, inviting cultivators from all directions to hold a grand celebration for breaking through realms.
Just as guests from all directions gathered and the celebration was about to officially begin...
Before the towering and majestic mountain gate of Dingyuan Sect, the previously noisy crowd suddenly stirred into a commotion.
A gasp filled with astonishment and indignation suddenly rang out, piercing the noise of the scene:
"Which sect's envoy team is so arrogant and overbearing!"
This kind of flight posture is hardly a gesture of congratulations; it's clearly a provocation and a provocation!
This shout instantly drew the attention of everyone in the room.
The thousands of independent cultivators, cultivators from small and medium-sized families, and guests from various sects present all turned their heads and looked up at the sky that the person was pointing to.
High in the distant sky, a giant treasure ship of ancient design and radiant light is sailing across the sky, cutting through the wind and waves.
Upon first glance, the treasure ship was bathed in rosy light, exuding immense majesty.
It seemed to be perfectly polite and without the slightest impropriety.
However, anyone familiar with the rules of the cultivation world can immediately see the fatal flaw:
The treasure ship flew at a height far exceeding the highest barrier of the Dingyuan Sect's protective formation.
From this vantage point, one can look down upon the entire Dingyuan Sect.
The cultivation world has had its own set of unwritten rules and unspoken conventions since ancient times:
Whenever a cultivator passes by the gates of any sect, they must consciously lower their profile and use their flying magical artifacts to detour around them.
This is to show respect for the territory of a particular sect.
Moreover, today is the joyous day of the Dingyuan Sect's patriarch's breakthrough celebration.
All guests who come to offer their congratulations, even those from Nascent Soul sects of the same level, will consciously lower the altitude of their flying magical artifacts below the protective array barrier to show their sincerity in offering their congratulations.
If anyone insists on flying high above the formation...
That would be to publicly disregard the sect and trample on its dignity.
This is tantamount to a direct declaration of war and provocation.
At this moment, the actions of this treasure ship are no different from those of an enemy seeking revenge.
in an instant,
All the guests in front of the mountain gate stopped talking.
Their eyes were fixed on the treasure ship high in the sky, and whispers mingled among the crowd.
The vast majority of cultivators adopted a "not my problem" attitude, taking a step back and preparing to observe the conflict at the mountain gate.
On the day of the celebration, enemies came to provoke them. Such a dramatic scene was something that everyone had only seen countless times in the folk tales of cultivation, but it was a rare occurrence in reality.
For a time,
Everyone was filled with curiosity, waiting for Dingyuan Sect to retaliate, eager to witness a grand showdown between top-tier sects.
Time slowly passed...
The treasure ship flew rapidly closer, gradually becoming clear and complete from its initial tiny black dot.
The thick spiritual light and intricate array patterns flowing across the ship's hull were all visible to everyone.
Just as the atmosphere in the room was becoming increasingly tense...
Among the crowd, an elderly, white-haired, well-traveled, and knowledgeable rogue cultivator suddenly narrowed his eyes.
A deep sense of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.
After carefully examining the treasure ship for a moment, he suddenly realized what was going on and murmured to himself:
"No, you've got it all wrong!"
This is not a hostile mission sent to provoke us at all.
This is the exclusive treasure ship of the Cultivator's Association!
A sudden realization dawned on him, and he continued to ponder:
If the envoy from the Cult of Monks were to come in person, everything would make sense.
With a Nascent Soul Grandmaster presiding over it, the Cultivator Association stands above all other sects.
He is also the one who establishes and maintains the order of the entire cultivation world.
It is inherently outside the rules and regulations of all sects.
The fact that the association's envoy was willing to personally attend the celebration and offer congratulations is already a tremendous favor, and there is no need to follow the usual etiquette for entertaining guests of ordinary sects.
Flying overhead over the sect's grand formation was an inherent display of authority within the association.
There is absolutely no need to bow down or show weakness to any Nascent Soul sect.
The old rogue cultivator had barely finished thinking...
Several cultivators with exceptional eyesight in the crowd also noticed the details of the ship's hull and immediately spoke up, breaking the silence:
"Everyone, look at both sides of the ship!"
Those two branded lines are undoubtedly the unique official markings of the Cultivator Association!
Followed by.
More people echoed this sentiment, and the discussion completely reversed:
That's right!
The construction and spiritual energy fluctuations of this treasure ship are completely different from those of ordinary sect flying treasure ships.
That's the treasure ship used by the Cultivator's Association's Registration Department!
"The distance was too far just now, who could have seen such a subtle mark? No wonder there was a misunderstanding!"
"Oh dear, fellow Daoist who just shouted that someone had come to cause trouble."
This is quite a joke!
"..."
The wind direction reversed instantly.
The tense atmosphere of confrontation vanished, replaced by a deep sense of awe from everyone.
The Cultivator Association is the supreme authority in the cultivation world.
Even top-tier Nascent Soul sects would never dare to contend with it.
at the same time,
The protagonist of this Dingyuan Sect celebration, Xuanpan Zhenjun, who had just broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage, wore a Daoist robe embroidered with cloud patterns, and the aura of a Nascent Soul powerhouse slowly emanated from his body.
He calmly led the sect elders and core disciples out of the protective formation and stood before the mountain gate.
They waited respectfully and quietly for the association's envoy to arrive.
Even though his cultivation level far surpassed that of the newcomer,
They can confront the Cultivator Association, which represents the order of the entire cultivation world.
He still dared not be negligent in the slightest.
In a short while,
The giant treasure ship hovered steadily in mid-air above the Dingyuan Sect's mountain gate, its oppressive aura covering the surrounding thousand miles of sky.
next moment,
Three figures dressed in uniform dark blue robes, the standard robes of the Association's Registration Department, stepped out of the treasure ship's cabin one after another and stood in mid-air.
The leader had a square face and a calm demeanor, with a vast aura of early-stage Nascent Soul power emanating from him.
Although his cultivation level was not as high as that of True Lord Xuanpan, his official envoy's authority was in no way inferior.
Behind him followed two Golden Core stage deacons with calm demeanor and solid cultivation, their expressions solemn.
Everyone present knew perfectly well that in the world of cultivation, strength was never the only factor in determining one's status.
Even though the envoy before them was only at the early Nascent Soul stage, with the backing of the Cultivator Association, even a half-Venerable expert would have to be treated with respect.
Not to mention Xuanpan Zhenjun, who is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
...(End of this chapter)