in2ebook Chapter 2010 2011: Chunyu Is as Precious as Oil
Chapter 2010 2011: Chunyu Is as Precious as Oil
After saying that, Du E turned around and headed off into the distance, disappearing into the boundless night.
The heavy rain had already turned into a fine drizzle, pitter-pattering down. People say spring rain is as precious as oil, but in this endless drizzle, there didn't seem to be anything precious about it at all.
Ling Zhenfei, Sun Wei, and Zhang Zhenlin sat down together again.
Sun Wei said, "I really didn't expect that among the Four Young Masters, not all of them are those arrogant, condescending types who look down on everyone."
Ling Zhenfei said, "Actually that's all just our own illusion. You get this kind of illusion with anyone you don't know."
Sun Wei said, "I don't buy that. People with a name are born proud."
Ling Zhenfei said, "That has nothing to do with us anyway. Better get some proper rest. Who knows what might happen tomorrow."
Ling Zhenfei and the others tidied up a bit, then sat down to start cultivation and recover.
The rain didn't finally stop until the latter half of the night.
Early the next morning, Ling Zhenfei opened his eyes to the sound of insects chirping and birds singing.
In the morning on Xianling Mountain, the whole mountain was shrouded in mist, but the Northern Spiritual Energy was truly dense, especially near the summit, where it was even richer, as if all the Northern Spiritual Energy were emanating from the mountaintop.
They all devoted themselves fully to cultivation. Although such a short time of cultivation was insignificant for a cultivator, it was better than nothing. Isn't cultivation just something that accumulates bit by bit?
By this time, quite a lot of people had already gathered on Xianling Mountain; they all sat around the summit cultivating.
Right now, cultivating was basically the same as racing against time.
The entire Xianling Mountain used that stone gate as the dividing line. On the plaza around the stone gate, and even along the edges of the plaza, many people were sitting.
Ling Zhenfei was sitting in a spot farther away, quietly cultivating.
Within the mist was Northern Spiritual Energy; it even gave Ling Zhenfei an illusion that this Northern Spiritual Energy was born from the mist, especially since this mist seemed to come from the Gate of the Foreign Realm.
The mist around the Gate of the Foreign Realm was the thickest, thinning out little by little as it spread away from the Gate of the Foreign Realm.
Just then, a sudden tremor came from the Gate of the Foreign Realm.
The tremor came solely from the Gate of the Foreign Realm. The Northern Spiritual Energy on the gate stirred the mist and sent it spreading outward, like a stone suddenly thrown into a calm lake.
The ripples stirred up by the stone were about the same as what was happening now, only they weren't water ripples but waves of Northern Spiritual Energy and mist, pulsing out ring after ring.
Everyone who'd been sitting with eyes closed in cultivation opened their eyes; they could hardly believe what had just happened.
Ling Zhenfei and the others opened their eyes as well. Zhang Zhenlin asked, "What's going on? What happened?"
Ling Zhenfei said, "A knocking sound came from inside the Gate of the Foreign Realm."
Sun Wei said, "What is this? That's creepy as hell. How can there be anyone knocking on a few giant rocks?"
Ling Zhenfei said, "Just like Brother Du said last night, we're waiting on this side, and there are people waiting in the Foreign Land Space as well."
Sun Wei said, "That's not right. How come I've never heard anyone say cultivators from the Foreign Land Space would appear on our side?"
Ling Zhenfei said, "Yeah, I've never heard of it either. It's always said we go into the Foreign Land Space; I've never heard of cultivators from the Foreign Land Space coming here."
Zhang Zhenlin said, "Do you think this is some kind of illusion on our part, or maybe we all just sensed it wrong?"
Before Zhang Zhenlin could finish, a sudden, extremely powerful tremor came again from the Gate of the Foreign Realm.
With the tremor, the Gate of the Foreign Realm released a very strong Northern Spiritual Energy shockwave. The shockwave had no sound, but wherever it passed, everyone could feel the impact of that powerful Northern Spiritual Energy.
With that tremor, all the mist that had been condensed at the summit dispersed completely.
The other cultivators around them were the same, all whispering to one another, none of them knowing what had just happened.
People talked and speculated, but after the discussion, many chose to leave, because most of them had no idea what was going on.
Ling Zhenfei and the others sat back down together.
They discussed it for a long time but still couldn't figure anything out.
Just then, a few more teams came up the mountain. When they saw the four of them from afar occupying such a large area, they all felt it was a bit unbelievable.
But when they saw the Wuliang Mountain plaque, they didn't dare say anything.
Wuliang Mountain was one of the Three Great Immortal Palaces. No matter what, no one dared offend people from the Three Great Immortal Palaces.
At this moment Sun Wei said to Ling Zhenfei, "Brother Ling, look, what sect is that? They actually brought so many people."
Ling Zhenfei and the others all looked into the distance and saw a team coming up from the foot of the mountain, at least several dozen people in all.
A group of several dozen people definitely counted as a large team. For a sect to have dozens of experts in the Realm of Reaching Wisdom, that sect was absolutely a Major Sect.
Murong Liuqing suddenly got a bit nervous and said to Ling Zhenfei and the others, "These are people from the Cultivators Alliance."
About the Cultivators Alliance, they'd heard Du E mention it last night; it was a very formidable alliance.
This alliance was extremely powerful in the entire Cultivator's World, with very high reputation.
Many powerful Loose Cultivators had joined this Cultivators Alliance.
Now that this Cultivators Alliance had brought dozens of people, that alone was enough to show just how strong they were.
Zhang Zhenlin said, "I originally thought they'd have arrived long ago; didn't expect they're only just getting here now."
While they were talking, those people had already walked up toward them.
Murong Liuqing said a bit nervously, "These people are trouble. We mustn't provoke them."
Ling Zhenfei laughed and said, "I thought you feared neither heaven nor earth. So you do have things you're afraid of."
Murong Liuqing said somewhat angrily, "Who's afraid? I just don't want unnecessary trouble, that's all."
By then those people had come over, originally planning to just pass by them.
But the ones in front had only walked halfway past when suddenly someone shouted, "Stop."
When they heard the voice, those people stopped. Ling Zhenfei and the others were all taken aback, not knowing why they'd been told to stop.
Following the voice, they saw someone being carried out from the middle of the team.
Yes, he was being carried—sitting in a chair that had been carried up from the foot of the mountain. He was now looking right at where Ling Zhenfei and the others were.
The man looked to be in his twenties, not yet thirty, with an extremely pale face, even whiter than a woman who'd put on powder.
He glanced at Ling Zhenfei and said, "So that's who it is. What a huge show you're putting on—four people taking up a spot big enough for a hundred. I was about to get mad, but once I saw the three characters 'Wuliang Mountain,' I suddenly had nothing to say."
His tone was dripping with sarcasm, every word yin-yang and mocking.
"How would I dare say anything? Would I dare say a single 'no' to Wuliang Mountain? Wuliang Mountain is one of the Three Great Immortal Palaces, after all—way too powerful. I wouldn't dare say a thing.