405: Chapter 147: Great Wealth Shakes the East Continent!
[10,000 Updates Appeal for Votes!]_2 405: Chapter 147: Great Wealth Shakes the East Continent!
[10,000 Updates Appeal for Votes!]_2 Li Ping’an fixed his eyes and saw, if not Ningning Mu, then who?
Subconsciously, he was about to send her a voice transmission to warn her to be careful.
The Hundred Sects Refiners would not allow her to approach that old Qi Cultivator, for someone was expected to die in front of Wanyun Sect’s gate.
But the True Immortal from Caiyun Peak beside Ningning Mu had already shouted:
“Li Mu’s daughter is here, who dares to obstruct!”
The Hundred Sects Refiners looked at one another in dismay, but quite a few recalled the rumor that had spread before, that Li Mu’s daughter had come back to life.
For a moment, none of the thousands of Artifact Refiners dared to stop Ningning Mu.
Li Mu, a divine general of the Yellow Emperor, one of the pair, who had commanded his troops against Chiyou in battle and contributed greatly to the war for supremacy.
Even the founder of Forge-Heaven Gate had to respectfully bow and address Ningning Mu as ‘Your Honor’ if he were present.
After the four True Immortals from Caiyun Peak took their position, Ningning Mu had already reached the old man’s side.
She sighed softly, and without saying much, just followed the inner thought that arose spontaneously.
She spread her dress and knelt beside the old man, taking his hand gently into her own.
A soft chant came humming from the tip of Ningning Mu’s nose, turning the musical notes into strands of celestial light that flowed into the old man’s forehead.
The old man opened his eyes to look at Ningning Mu, his gaze void of luster filled with confusion.
Then the old man saw.
He saw the figures of his parents in the clouds above, saw several of his masters who had guided him in Qi Cultivation and Artifact Refining, saw companions who had walked by his side but departed before him.
The old man murmured in a whisper, “Thank you…”
Ningning Mu did not say much, and the ancient chant became even more tender.
A wisp of faint golden light spread out from within the old man’s body, drifting toward the clouds.
The old man slowly closed his eyes, a serene smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
The soul returns to the wilds.
The heart remains at peace.
Suddenly, on the side, someone exclaimed in a carried away voice, “It’s the ancient ‘Soul Returning Chant’ of our race!”
Ningning Mu looked down at the old man’s features, gently laid his hands back in front of him, slowly rose, and bowed her head in a gesture.
A ray of celestial light fell, and the old man’s flesh was replenished.
Ningning Mu asked softly, “Does he not have any disciples here?”
A middle-aged Daoist hurriedly rushed out, clasping hands in salute towards Ningning Mu, his face tinged with embarrassment.
Ningning Mu did not say much, just nodded slightly to the man, then stepped back, looking around at all the unfamiliar faces, with not a hint of timidity.
She said, “Everyone has been causing a commotion over a mere spirit stone dispute, let’s not have our own people who should be enjoying a peaceful old age come forward.
It would be too despicable.
Providing care for the elderly is a virtue of the Human Race.”
After she spoke, Ningning Mu bowed and was escorted back to the mountain gate by the four True Immortals from Caiyun Peak.
All the Qi Cultivators in the sky and on the ground exchanged glances.
The disciple lifted the body of the deceased elder, who rose and flew to the very back of the crowd.
At that moment, the older members of the Hundred Sects, who had been the loudest in their complaints, quieted down.
Firstly, because someone had indeed died, but the calmness that pervaded the area after his death had no effect whatsoever.
Whether it was the many Loose Cultivators watching or the Hundred Sects Refiners involved, everyone felt that the elder’s death here had not been wronged; in fact, it seemed he had gained an advantage by dying in this place.
Secondly, because Li Mu’s daughter had spoken.
The young and strong Qi Cultivators from various refining sects were already warning their elders through voice transmission, asking them not to die from anger, as it would ruin their sects’ reputations.
No one would care whether the elder just now had died from exhaustion at Wanyun Sect;
Later on, when the news spread, what the Loose Cultivators discussed was the care provided by Li Mu’s daughter in the elder’s last moments.
Several hidden old Heavenly Immortals from Forge-Heaven Gate silently praised, “Clever.”
On the black canopy boat in the sky, Li Ping’an cocked his head, his expression somewhat indescribable as he watched his little junior sister.
Wen Rou, the Heavenly Immortal, praised, “Li Mu’s daughter is truly at Wanyun Sect.”
Li Ping’an frowned and said, “Logically, Ningning shouldn’t be disturbed by Li Mu’s daughter’s memories, so why…”
Wen Rou contemplated for a moment and already understood what Li Ping’an was worrying about.
She laughed and said, “Only a person with a pure and kind heart can play the ‘Soul Returning Chant,’ and as such, how could Li Mu’s daughter mistreat this Ningning Mu?”
“You’re right, I was worrying about nothing.”
Li Ping’an watched Ningning Mu’s graceful figure, his heart filled with fondness, but mixed with a touch of doubt.
He would still have to talk with her later; it couldn’t always be just hugs and cuddles when they met.
This first wave, which should have seen the fiercest opposition from the Hundred Sects Refiners, was quietly resolved by Ningning Mu with a single “Soul Returning Chant.”
However, before the immortals of Wanyun Sect could breathe a sigh of relief,
Trouble arose once more from below.
Li Mu’s daughter, revived after a lifetime, has chosen a sect with a naturally cruel nature!”
A burly old man rose into the clouds from behind the Hundred Sects Refiners, saluted the immortals of Wanyun Sect, and his voice carried for miles:
“I am the Sect Leader of Great Refinement Misdirection Sect, with over twenty thousand years of cultivation under my belt.
I am humbled by the respect my fellow Daoists accord me by calling me the Misdirected Loose Cultivator!
“Wanyun Sect, we have come today with no other intentions.
You have deliberately lowered the selling price of Magic Artifacts, causing our sect to be unable to sell a single Magic Artifact for several years, and can only scrape by occasionally selling a few treasures!
“I thickened my skin and begged my disciples to wait for a turn of fortune, but this fortune has not only not arrived, what’s this I hear?
Wanyun Sect has now produced a Magic Artifact capable of refining magic weapons?
“Does Wanyun Sect wish for all of us Artifact Refining sects to perish!”
“There seems to be some misunderstanding!”
Steward Gao Xu couldn’t help but speak up, sneering as he said: