Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Zhang Yuanjing suddenly thought of something, which was that Zhao Xuming was following him.

According to Zhao Xuming, he had trespassed into Mount Bili a few years ago and was trapped by a formation. Later, he was brought before the master of Mount Bili, who valued his aptitude and wanted to take him as a disciple. Of course, he refused and said that he already had a master. Upon hearing this, the master only asked him to invite his master to the mountain for a chat when he had time, and then let him go.

Zhao Xuming thought that this person was wary of his master, so he didn't resort to harsh measures. Later, he investigated Mount Bili and encountered Lu Si Yuan and others several times, resulting in many conflicts, but this master of Mount Bili never took action.

In other words, the master of Mount Bili must have known that Zhao Xuming harbored ulterior motives. Now that he and Zhao Xuming had come to this place together, how would the other party view it? He would definitely think that he was the person behind Zhao Xuming. In that case, the other party's invitation for him to enter was definitely for another purpose.

With this thought in mind, he laughed and said, "Since the mountain master is so kind to invite me, it would be too impolite of me not to go."

He turned to Yuan Zhilin and said, "In that case, I will go and meet the owner of this place, and you can wait by the river."

Yuan Zhilin nodded in agreement.

Zhang Yu, who was beside him, was obviously full of curiosity about Mount Bili and was about to beg her master to take her inside when Han Ji behind her tugged at her and transmitted his voice, "Junior sister, there is something strange about the mountain. Let's go down the mountain first and not distract Master."

The enchanting young woman said repeatedly, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Although my mountain is dilapidated, we still have places to entertain a few distinguished guests. Please have your senior disciples go to another hall to rest and eat some spiritual fruits and fresh vegetables."

Yuan Zhilin ignored her and turned away with the others. Although Zhang Yu was a little reluctant, she knew that she couldn't be willful at this time, so she obediently followed behind Han Ji and went down the mountain.

Zhang Yuanjing stood with his hands behind his back and nodded to the enchanting young woman and the aloof girl: "Thank you, fellow Taoists."

At this time, the aloof girl spoke: "Please come with me, Senior."

Her voice was clear and crisp, without any impurities, as if she were not a real person.

Zhang Yuanjing glanced at her in surprise, confirming that she was neither a puppet nor a transformed demon, and couldn't help but marvel secretly.

The enchanting young woman only accompanied him for a short distance before stopping at the foot of a pavilion in the front. The aloof girl, however, led Zhang Yuanjing all the way to a palace higher up.

The palace was not far from the "waist" of Mount Bili, located on a slope. Only half of the palace was outside, while most of it was embedded in the mountainside, like a cave.

Relying on his earth techniques, he was not afraid of fighting enemies in the mountain soil, so he didn't care and followed the aloof girl straight into the hall.

On the plaque in front of the hall were the words "Li Fire," which were very elegant, like dancing flames.

The front hall of the palace was built of some kind of smooth and hard stone, and the decoration was quite luxurious, like the residence of a royal nobleman in the mortal world. Passing through the slightly dark and narrow courtyard, they entered the back hall.

The back hall seemed to have been rebuilt on the original cave, which was very simple. The ground was simply compacted with mud and covered with tea-colored wood. The walls and ceiling retained the original stalactite appearance, with water stains on them, and occasionally the sound of water droplets falling to the ground could be heard.

With Zhang Yuanjing's divine sense, as long as there were no restrictions, everything was no secret to him. Except for a hall inside, there was nothing unusual in the rest of the main hall.

The innermost chamber, deep in the mountainside, was not too big, only six or seven zhang in diameter. Against the back wall was a stone chair, on which sat a Taoist who was so old that he was unrecognizable. His cultivation was indeed only the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage, but his aura was very mysterious and difficult to distinguish whether it was clear or turbid, rising or sinking, so it was impossible to judge his lifespan.

At least from his appearance, this person should have exhausted his lifespan and was not long for this world. However, his aura did not show any signs of decline, and even occasionally showed signs of vigor.

However, this was only the surface.

What really made Zhang Yuanjing unable to see through was not this person, but the layout of the room.

Underground in that place, there seemed to be a mystery hidden, blocked by a powerful restriction. Even if he used all his divine sense, he could not directly break through it.

However, he could judge that as long as he used a magic weapon, this restriction was not worth mentioning.

The old Taoist sensed Zhang Yuanjing's divine sense, then raised his head and grinned at Zhang Yuanjing's location. His face was full of wrinkles, squeezed together like stacked old tree bark, and there were no teeth in his mouth.

At this time, the aloof girl stopped outside the inner chamber and said to Zhang Yuanjing, "Senior, the mountain master invites you in!"

Zhang Yuanjing nodded: "Thank you!"

Stepping into the room, the old Taoist tremblingly stood up, gave Zhang Yuanjing a slow salute, and opened a narrow slit in his eyes, which were deeply sunken in wrinkles, his eyes flashed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Old Taoist Du Xiangyuan, I have met fellow Taoist!"

Zhang Yuanjing's expression was stern. Just from his demeanor, he felt that this person was very confident and did not have any fear or flattery towards him, a Core Formation cultivator.

He returned a salute and said solemnly: "Poor Taoist Zhang Yuanjing, I have met Fellow Taoist Du."

"It is an honor for fellow Taoist to visit my mountain. It's just that the old Taoist's body has declined and it is difficult to move, so I only ask fellow Taoist to move to this dark place to meet, which is very inconsiderate, please forgive me!" Du Xiangyuan said.

Zhang Yuanjing said: "Where, where! It is poor Taoist who has taken the liberty to come uninvited, disturbing fellow Taoist's quiet cultivation, please don't blame me."

Du Xiangyuan chuckled: "No disturbance, no disturbance. Old Taoist is more than happy to have fellow Taoist visit, how could I blame you!"

He pointed to a reclining chair made of golden wood opposite him and said, "Fellow Taoist, please sit down."

Since Zhang Yuanjing had entered this room, he was within the control range of the underground restriction. Therefore, whether he stood or sat, whether he was on the side of the room or in the middle of the room, it didn't matter.

He stepped forward, made a gesture of invitation to Du Xiangyuan, and sat down on the reclining chair. Du Xiangyuan also sat down.

At this time, the aloof girl came in, placed tea and fruits on the small table next to Zhang Yuanjing and Du Xiangyuan's seats, and then retreated.

"Fellow Taoist, please taste the red tea produced by my Mount Bili. This tea is born from spiritual fire, but it is also neutralized by water. It has a fragrant and light aroma, and a mellow and lingering taste. Elder Zhao Guangnai of Crimson Blood Valley praised it when he tasted it!" Du Xiangyuan said casually, but the meaning in his words was self-evident.

Zhang Yuanjing picked up the teacup, sniffed it carefully, actually using his divine sense to identify the changes in the tea. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he took a light sip, moved his lips, and said with a smile: "This tea is indeed wonderful, good tea, good tea!"

As for Du Xiangyuan's words about Zhao Guangnai, he ignored them, as if he hadn't heard them.

Du Xiangyuan's eyes moved slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. He took a sip of tea with him and said with great emotion: "In the blink of an eye, fifty years have passed, and finally another Core Formation cultivator has come to Mount Bili. It is truly Du's good fortune, and the good fortune of Mount Bili!"