SQLJBFDTW Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Lantern Festival (1): Is Eldest Brother Inviting Him?

Most of those who go to the dining hall are outer disciples who have not yet established their foundations and are still unable to escape the cycle of the five grains.

Chao Jianxue attracted countless attention as soon as he entered.

His actions at the Immortal Sect Competition can be said to have made him famous in one battle. Even the outer disciples who didn’t know him before have a deep impression of him.

At this time, they all looked at his sleeves in unison, and one could imagine how many spiritual treasures could be shaken out of them.

And that golden arm bracelet is indeed a treasure. It’s just a pity that it is hidden under the sleeves, and there is no chance to feast one’s eyes on it.

Chao Jianxue naturally felt the gazes of the crowd. He was not afraid of being stared at, and could even enjoy it. He calmly and generously picked a few dishes.

Wuwu Sect is, after all, an immortal sect, and its diet is mainly light. Among the many dishes, there are only three meat dishes, and Chao Jianxue only took those three.

According to Chao Jianxue, it’s all a lie that patients should eat lightly. Where does the strength come from if they don’t eat nutritious food?

He even picked out all the ginger shreds in the minced meat, looking particularly picky.

“Senior Brother Chao!” Several people came together and sat down at the same table with him, their faces full of smiles.

Chao Jianxue remembered that these people were the original owner’s outer sect friends.

However, they were among the few in the Wuwu Sect who smiled so flatteringly at Chao Jianxue, so it’s no wonder the original owner liked to play with them.

Who wouldn’t love to be flattered?

“The battle between Senior Brother Chao and that Mo guy at the competition that day was really wonderful!” A pockmarked face flattered, exaggerating the scene at the time starting from Chao Jianxue’s quick moves, completely ignoring that he used spiritual weapons to beat Mo Zezhi.

Chao Jianxue was amused by his exaggerated tone and said with a smile, “I didn’t know I was so powerful.”

The pockmarked face then said in a longing tone, “Senior Brother Chao is powerful and humble. This little brother really admires you!”

“But…” Seeing his pleasant expression, he tentatively said, “What are those treasures that Senior Brother Chao used? We have never seen them before. I wonder if Senior Brother can let us feast our eyes on them?”

Chao Jianxue knew this would happen. In the past, these people also got some things from the original owner.

He put down his chopsticks and sighed faintly, “They’re all gone.”

Several people said, “How are they gone?”

Chao Jianxue said, “Because I used them all up, so I threw them all away.”

“How, how could it be—” The word “waste” is not enough to describe it, it almost made people regret it.

How did all the good treasures fall into Chao Jianxue’s hands?

However, this news also excited them. Did this good-for-nothing know that some spiritual weapons are not one-time use?

“Where did Senior Brother throw them?”

Chao Jianxue pretended to think for a while and said, “In the small pond at the foot of Fuxian Mountain.”

Everyone was overjoyed. They said a few more things to Chao Jianxue, but from their expressions, Chao Jianxue could easily see their eagerness.

He yawned, and the meat in his mouth tasted tasteless. He simply drove them away: “I’m almost done eating and going back. You guys should go back too.”

The few people couldn’t wait and ran away quickly.

Several more groups of people followed out intermittently. As soon as they left the dining hall, they walked quickly, their directions very unified.

Chao Jianxue sneered. Since they were all going to grab treasures, why pretend to be so civilized? They should have sprinted out as soon as they heard the news.

The disciples of Wuwu Sect are really decent people.

The original owner had no good feelings for these fellow disciples, and neither did he.

Chao Jianxue returned to Qingxue House and rummaged through the boxes to find a usable spiritual sword. In the morning, he didn’t just take a cursory glance but really remembered a few movements. With the spiritual sword in his palm, he could also clumsily wave it up, down, left, and right.

He held the sword manual in one hand and the sword in the other, and he was already sweating profusely after only a few movements. When following the sword manual, the spiritual power often stagnated when it circulated to the palm, without that agile feeling at all.

Chao Jianxue helplessly put down the sword and began to try to forcefully control the spiritual power to move around. With one blink of an eye, it was already sunset.

No wonder they all say that cultivators close themselves for several years at a time. Time really slips away like sand through one’s fingers.

He thought of going to Lord Mu Yuan to ask for guidance. When he walked to the Sutra Pavilion, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him from a distance.

Everyone here wears the same disciple uniform, but Yu Wei is very recognizable. He walks like a gentle breeze and bright moon, with graceful manners.

“Senior Brother.” Yu Wei greeted him, his gestures gentle and refined.

Chao Jianxue teased him, “Going to find the Master to get special instruction?”

Yu Wei’s expression remained unchanged, and he said, “The Master is not in the Moon Gazing Terrace. Senior Brother, go back.”

Chao Jianxue said “Oh” and then said, “How do you know I’m going to find the Master?”

Yu Wei said, “Only this road leads to the Moon Gazing Terrace.”

Chao Jianxue had no choice but to give up and turn back, returning home with him.

In the moonlight, opposite the sparse and open mountain scenery, thousands of lanterns had unknowingly been lit, dotted around the mountain like a flowing Milky Way.

Chao Jianxue couldn’t help but ask, “What kind of activity is going on over there?”

“Today is the Double Seventh Festival in the Xuanzhen Realm. Both inner and outer disciples can go to the main peak to play,” Yu Wei said.

Double Seventh Festival, Chao Jianxue didn’t expect the Xuanzhen Realm to be so lively.

He glanced at Yu Wei’s fairy-like appearance, which didn’t seem to belong to the mortal world, and urged, “Little Junior Brother, aren’t you going to take a look at the excitement?”

Yu Wei didn’t show the slightest interest: “It’s just meaningless excitement.”

Chao Jianxue: “What’s the meaning of excitement? Isn’t it just to have fun? Really not going?”

Yu Wei glanced at him lightly: “Does Senior Brother want to go?”

Chao Jianxue naturally nodded: “Want to go.”

He didn’t give up: “You’re really not going?”

Yu Wei said, “I still have mental cultivation to do.”

The two happened to be walking to a fork in the road on the mountainside. To the right front, there was a wooden bridge leading to the main peak. Several festival lanterns floated over, suspended in mid-air at the head of the bridge, illuminating the faces of the two.

Seeing Yu Wei’s unmoved appearance, Chao Jianxue suddenly felt bored and waved his hand at him: “If you don’t go, then forget it. I’ll go take a look myself. I’m really curious.”

After saying that, he leisurely walked onto the wooden bridge by himself, casually flicking a few lanterns floating beside him, making the candle flames inside burn even brighter.

Yu Wei withdrew his gaze and took a few steps forward, gradually slowing down his pace.

Double Seventh Festival.

According to the tradition of the festival, one should invite the person they admire to enjoy the thousands of lanterns together. Wuwu Sect doesn’t cultivate the path of absolute emotionlessness, and there are many disciples who eventually become Dao companions.

Does Eldest Brother know this tradition? Was he inviting him just now?

This matter was difficult to figure out no matter what.

He looked back again, and Chao Jianxue had already walked to the other end, his back thin and gradually becoming unclear.

Since coming to the Xuanzhen Realm, Chao Jianxue has spent most of his time on Fuxian Mountain.

His Qingxue House is very quiet, and he hasn’t even seen a cat or dog. Therefore, when he suddenly stepped into such a lively scene, he almost thought he had come down the mountain and entered the city.

It was rare to have such a relaxing time in the daily cultivation. The disciples set up small stalls along the road, displaying small gadgets made with their own skills, resembling a market.

Chao Jianxue bought a string of candied haws and chewed on them, feeling that they were crisper and sweeter than the ones he had eaten in his previous life. The Xuanzhen Realm was full of outstanding people and outstanding land, and even the haws grew crisply.

Most of the surrounding disciples were walking in groups, and he was the only one walking alone, which seemed pitiful in the eyes of others.

The shadows of the lanterns flickered, and people’s faces were almost invisible.

Someone bumped into him, drunk: “This fellow cultivator, are you alone?”

He was a young man who looked about sixteen or seventeen, but Chao Jianxue already deeply understood the truth that people in the Xuanzhen Realm cannot be judged by their appearance. He looked like an underage, but in reality, he was probably eighty or ninety years old. Even he himself, according to the age calculation of his previous life, had lived for more than a hundred years.

After establishing the foundation, the lifespan can be extended to three hundred years, five hundred years for the Golden Core stage, six hundred years for the Nascent Soul stage… After transcending the tribulation and ascending, the primordial spirit will never be destroyed from then on, unless it dissipates on its own in the passage of time.

Very few people can truly transcend the tribulation and ascend. The Wuwu Immortal Sect has only produced one in thousands of years. The immortal image of that person is still enshrined in the Immortal Music Pavilion of the Immortal Sect, but unfortunately, it has already dissipated.

People can cultivate to the realm of ascension, but they still cannot resist the erosion of time, which is lamentable.

Chao Jianxue’s shoulder was hooked very familiarly, and the young man said: “My name is Xie Bingyuan, seventeenth in the line of Lord Shen Du, I just came half a year ago, what about you?”

So he was a disciple of Lord Shen Du. That day in the hall, Lord Shen Du said a few words for him, so Chao Jianxue loved the crow and its house, letting him hook onto him, and said, “My name is Xiao Chao.”

“Xiao Chao—” Xie Bingyuan repeated it, lengthening his tone, quite hurt, “You don’t even want to tell me your real name?”

Chao Jianxue thought, it was not easy to find someone who didn’t recognize the original owner, how could he tell him his real name, so he blinked, half-truthfully: “I’m an orphan, so…”

Xie Bingyuan’s eyes widened all of a sudden: “Sorry.”

He cursed himself inwardly for being damned and changed the topic: “Which immortal lord are you a disciple of?”

Finally someone to talk to normally, Chao Jianxue became interested in talking and said, “I am a disciple of Fuxian Mountain.”

“Ah ha! Fuxian Mountain!” Mentioning these three words, Xie Bingyuan’s expression seemed excited, and he patted him on the shoulder, “Have you met Yu Wei?”

Chao Jianxue immediately put on a displeased face.