Floating Immortal Order

Chapter 147: Sacred Son of Fifty Years Past

Chapter 147: Sacred Son of Fifty Years Past

Zhang Lingruo shot a sideways glance at Liu Yuxuan, who was still extremely angry. Then, she turned to Zhao Changhe and said with a smile, “Vast Ocean Primordial Lord was originally a rogue cultivator. He was poor in his youth, and managed to have a fortunate encounter that earned him the aid of the monsters. So after he rose to great heights, he was not only exceptionally caring towards the rogue cultivators, but also sheltered many of the monsters of the Zhaojiang River System. His Vast Ocean Domain is located in the currents of one of the tributary rivers, and there have always been many beings of all races living there and cultivating.”

“This is something that everyone knows, you—”

Before Liu Yuxuan could finish, Zhao Changhe shot him a frigid gaze, causing him to shut his mouth and timidly retreat to the back.

Zhang Lingruo’s red lips moved as she continued. “However, Vast Ocean Primordial Lord had a lesser known inner palace called the Great Harmony Water Palace. His hope for this place was for everyone, regardless of whether they were monsters, ghosts, humans, or demons, belonging to large sects, small sects, rogue cultivators, or aristocratic families, to all live together in harmony under the heavens.”

“How could something like that be possible? How come this Primordial Lord was able to reach such a profound cultivation boundary, but still had such a naive way of thinking?” Zhao Changhe asked, surprise evident in his voice.

“For now, let us not make rash assumptions about this lord’s way of thinking. But since this inheritance hall has been confirmed to belong to Vast Ocean Primordial Lord, it definitely won’t be as simple as one might imagine,” Zhang Lingruo said, gazing towards the massive red and gold great hall.

The air screamed as streaks of light shot through the air and landed one after the other in front of the palace. More and more powers were starting to gather in this place. After a mere two days, disciples from 5 different large sects arrived, and there were innumerable rogue cultivators and small aristocratic families, making for a total of around several thousand people.

A gargantuan demonic cloud approached from the distance, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. A low rumbling sound swept out as it shot forward, drawing countless gazes.

“It’s the Ancient Nuwa Sect!”

“Demon race!”

People began to chatter excitedly amongst themselves, but no one dared to reveal any negative looks. Everyone put on a respectful expression, regardless of whether it was the people of the five large sects, the countless small sects, aristocratic families, or the rogue cultivators.

The Ancient Nuwa Sect and the Shangqing Sacred Sect were the overlord sects of the Shan Mountain Territory. They ruled over several million li of land and possessed impressive dignity and power. No one dared to show the slightest hint of disrespect.

The demonic cloud landed and around a dozen disciples of the Ancient Nuwa Sect with human bodies and serpent tails appeared. The one in the lead was a red-clothed youth. His features were handsome and his expression was cold as he silently eyed the red and gold great hall.

“Demon Sound Sect, Peak Destroying Sword Sect, Spirit Flower Sect, Daji Shrine, and House of Bliss… Looks like all of you large sects on the edges of the Shan Mountain Territory decided to show up,” a white-haired youth behind the red-clothed youth said with a laugh when he saw the five large sects present.

Regardless of whatever kinds of conflicts the various disciples of the large sects had with each other, they all neatly came forward and cupped their hands with respect. “Greetings, Senior Martial Brother Hong Zhao and Senior Martial Brother Yan Wuji.”

The red-clothed youth remained silent as he continued to eye the great hall. No one knew what he was thinking.

The white-haired youth, Yan Wuji, lightly waved his hand and said, “No need to be overly courteous. Everyone here is from our Shan Mountain Territory. There aren’t so many rules to worry about. Anyone can enter as they wish. This Primordial Lord’s inheritance will go to whoever has the destiny to obtain it.”

As a genius of the Ancient Nuwa Sect, Yan Wuji didn’t attach much importance to this Primordial Lord inheritance. He heard from Hong Zhao that a Primordial Lord inheritance had appeared here, and simply tagged along to take part in the occasion.

The expressions of the disciples of the five large sects changed slightly, but they didn’t dare to say too much. They simply voiced their assent in low tones.

The rogue cultivators, on the other hand, became excited. Their eyes began to blaze as they gazed at the red and gold great hall.

Although this place was located at the border between the Shan Mountain Territory and the He Yin Territory, there were pretty much no powers from the He Yin Territory here. This border region of the He Yin Territory was fairly deserted, so pretty much all of the people that had gathered here were from the Shan Mountain Territory.

There were many large sects further away, but they hadn’t sent any disciples. Given that this was just a Primordial Lord inheritance, they couldn’t be bothered to make that big of a fuss over it.

Most of the disciples who were here came with the intention of gaining some practical field experience outside the sect. The only ones who had a genuine interest in the Primordial Lord’s inheritance itself were the rogue cultivators, the small sects, and the aristocratic families.

“Wuji, this Great Harmony Water Palace is the inner palace in the domain of Vast Ocean Primordial Lord,” Hong Zhao said, retracting his gaze.

“Huh? Isn’t Vast Ocean Primordial Lord that moron who considers monsters and the demon race on equal terms?” Yan Wuji said. There wasn’t the slightest shred of respect towards the half-step Clone Avatar stage powerhouse in his words.

Vast Ocean Primordial Lord could be considered extremely famous in the Ancient Nuwa Sect, but that was only because the principle behind his rise tarnished the name of the Ancient Nuwa Sect, which was made up of demon race.

The demon race hailed from the bloodline of a supreme powerhouse from unknown years past. That person’s body was different from that of the human race, and was considered to be a different race altogether. In the Shan Mountain Territory, there were the half-human half-serpent demon race of the Ancient Nuwa Sect, as well as the six-tailed fox demon race that made up the large sect, Daji Shrine.

Monsters referred to all non-human beings that went through arduous cultivation to produce a spiritual awareness and undergo transformation. Their status was considered as low as it gets. It was rare for monsters to be able to cultivate the profound laws to a high level. Most ordinary monsters would simply be considered an inferior race that were only fit to be prey.

The demon race hated people lumping them together with monsters the most, and this was exactly what Vast Ocean Primordial Lord did by valuing monsters and the demon race equally. The Ancient Nuwa Sect was an overlord sect, so they often considered it beneath them to do anything that would be considered bullying the weak. But once, there was a Clone Avatar stage greater lord of the Ancient Nuwa Sect who came angrily looking for Vast Ocean Primordial Lord, wanting to capture him and put him down.

It was said that after the meeting between this Clone Avatar stage greater lord and Vast Ocean Primordial Lord, the Clone Avatar stage greater lord didn’t attack in the end. He quietly retreated and issued an order to the disciples of the Ancient Nuwa Sect, telling them to give the Vast Ocean Domain a wide berth if they ever have to pass by it in the future.

Hong Zhao furrowed his brows and said, “Your words are so vulgar. How does that make you any different from him?”

Yan Wuji raised a brow but didn’t continue the conversation. He turned and gazed off into the distance, a pondering look appearing in his eyes. “Looks like quite a few waves of disciples from the Shangqing Sacred Sect are coming. Our Shan Mountain Territory hasn’t been this lively since that time at the Shan Mountain ordination.”

The other people present suddenly felt the air starting to tremble, and they lifted their gazes to the skies.

An enormous silvery white chariot, pulled by four snow-white spirit beasts, streaked through the air. As it descended from the horizon, it left a brilliant trail and countless motes of silver light scattering in its wake.

Several people unhurriedly disembarked from the white chariot. The first was a white-clothed youth with a hint of berserk madness apparent in his eyes.

Hong Zhao turned and met his gaze, instantly causing sparks to fly in a literal sense. Behind the red and gold great hall, the rushing waters of the Zhaojiang River System began to release a violent spindrift that swept several dozen meters into the air. Invisible waves of power rippled out in all directions from the point where their gazes met.

“Sacred Son Bai Lu,” Hong Zhao said flatly, retracting his gaze.

Bai Lu restrained the wild madness in his gaze, and a hint of a smile appeared on his handsome face. “Hong Zhao, what are you doing here? This is a Primordial Spirit stage inheritance. Could something like this really have caught your eye?”

“I just happened to be passing by. I figured I’d come see what the ruckus was all about,” Hong Zhao said, glancing over at Yan Wuji, who was by his side. “Wuji, weren’t you always talking about Bai Lu after last time when we left the Taiqing Fantasy Realm? Now that he’s right in front of you, how come you aren’t even greeting him?”

Yan Wuji’s face turned a bit stiff as he and Bai Lu looked at each other at the same time. Just when he was about to speak, several streaks of radiance shot out from the horizon once more, emitting a majestic aura.

“Sacred Son Bai Lu.”

“Greetings to Sacred Son Bai Lu.”

The ones who arrived were disciples from the Fourth Mountain of the Shangqing Sacred Sect, Wenyuan Mountain. Once they saw Bai Lu and the few people he came with, they all came forward and bowed in greeting before retreating to the side, where they stood around and formed their own circle.

“It was rumored that Sacred Son Bai Lu placed first in the Shangqing Sacred Sect’s Eight Mountains Grand Tournament fifty years ago and earned the title of Sacred Son. But look, he’s already at the peak of the Dao Foundation stage.”

“Sacred Son Bai Lu has only been cultivating for a little over 100 years, but he can already compare with a genius like Hong Zhao of the Ancient Nuwa Sect. What an extraordinary level of talent…”

“Every 50 years, the Shangqing Sacred Sect will give out two Sacred Son or Daughter titles. But after all these years, just think about how many people would have the title of Sacred Son. In my opinion, Bai Lu doesn’t seem to be all that great,” a rogue cultivator said, looking at Bai Lu with an envious gaze. Anyone could tell that the case of sour grapes in his tone was enough to pierce the heavens.

Fifty years ago, Feng Shao earned 1st place in the Dao Foundation division of the Eight Mountains Grand Tournament, but the one who earned 1st place in the Sea of Qi division was Bai Lu.

Bai Lu had also earned the title of Sacred Son and endless honor and glory. He was also taken as a disciple by a powerhouse, and in a mere 100 years, his cultivation had already advanced to an unimaginable boundary. Among the geniuses at the Dao Foundation stage, he was practically unrivaled.

Meanwhile, the people who had been strutting around, showing off the strength of their sects earlier like Zhao Changhe and Zhang Lingruo, had already quietly retreated to a corner, making themselves scarce. They didn’t even have the qualifications to come forward and give their regards to him.

Bai Lu looked at the red and gold great hall and asked, “How long until it opens?”

He himself didn’t have any interest toward this inheritance, so he couldn’t be bothered to look into it in detail. He only asked for the sake of the people behind him, who had come with him.

Without a doubt, his question was directed at Hong Zhao and Yan Wuji. The other people didn’t even have the right to speak to him.

“Half a day,” Hong Zhao said.

“Too long,” Bai Lu muttered, his brows creasing. A purple profound light spun in his hand, then shot towards the horizon. It transformed into a deep purple cloud, which seemed to be teeming with lightning.

“That’s the Psychic Magic Treasure, the Lightning Spirit Bead!”

Many people were silent as they looked at Bai Lu with complex expressions. He looked like a god who descended from heaven as he stood under the brilliant lightning.

“Go.”

With a point of his finger, the lightning brewing inside the thunder cloud struck down. An inexhaustible purple light flashed and lightning fell from the sky with a thunderous, ear-splitting clap!

An extremely sturdy red and gold barrier of light appeared around the Great Harmony Water Palace. In the next moment, a seemingly endless barrage of lightning crashed down upon it like it wanted to crush the great hall into the ground, sending disastrous blasts of electrical discharge scattering everywhere.

Even Psychic Magic Treasures had their strengths and weaknesses. But clearly, the Lightning Spirit Bead was of the extremely powerful type.

Before the lightning even dissipated, Bai Lu casually tossed out the Lightning Spirit Bead. It transformed into a dazzling, heaven-shaking purple light and smashed ruthlessly into the main gate of the Great Harmony Water Palace!

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Footnotes

TL: Sour grapes: angry or jealous behavior that stems from a feeling of envy towards someone else who is more successful