Chapter 313: Chapter 231: Don the Golden Robe, the Hongshui Dharma Assembly Begins

Seeing this unfamiliar, affectionate expression on Jiang Yi, Qiao Yu’s cheeks flushed.

"As the Daoist of a prestigious sect, is being a smooth-talker all you know?"

"You should focus on reaching the Flying Foundation Establishment Realm first. We can talk about you acting as my protector after that."

Confidence flashed in Jiang Yi’s eyes. Patriarch Mingxuan had already paved his path of Cultivation; reaching the Flying Foundation Establishment Realm was practically guaranteed.

The only question was whether he could match or even surpass Ji Fuyao.

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Hong Shui was vast, its waters shrouded in a boundless mist.

A crescent moon hung high in the sky. A cool breeze swept past, wrinkling the bright reflection on the water’s surface and scattering it into shimmering ripples.

On a massive island in the western corner of Hong Shui, countless peaks and ravines stretched across the land. Waterfalls hung from steep cliffs, and the sound of gurgling springs filled the air. The scenery was exceptionally beautiful.

But tonight, this place was destined for turmoil.

For in the Qingming High Heaven, hundreds upon thousands of Qi Cultivation Cultivators arrived, riding beams of Profound Light. Some traveled on the wind, some rode clouds and mist, and others spurred on demonic beasts.

The display was magnificent, like falling stars scattering through the clouds, illuminating the entire sky.

Among them were Lower Courtyard Disciples from the Innate Sect, as well as Cultivators from other Dharma Lineages.

Having heard news of the Hongshui Dharma Assembly, they converged here like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

While they didn’t dare vie with the various True Inheritance Disciples for the spotlight or compete in terms of Merit, they could still witness the profound methods and powerful Daoist Techniques of the Ancestral Sect Disciples with their own eyes.

This in itself was of great benefit to their own paths of Cultivation, making the journey well worth the effort.

Beyond these "grunts" acting as the vanguard, the vast sky also held flying arks and treasured palaces, Dharma Towers and cloud ships. The colorful light that flowed from them cascaded down like clusters of pearly light, creating a dazzling spectacle that adorned the night sky.

These were the grand arrivals of the Ancestral Sect’s True Inheritance Disciples.

The Innate Sect was divided into eight peaks, each a grotto-heaven unto itself. The Disciples of each peak had their own circles and allegiances, so they did not travel together.

The first to arrive were the Disciples from Gen Peak. They specialized in surveying earth qi and shifting ley lines. Using their Magical Power, they moved several hundred-zhang-tall mountain peaks into place and dispatched magically-empowered laborers to construct palaces and temples. These would be used to receive the senior brothers from the Upper Courtyard and the True Inheritance Disciples from the grotto-heavens.

The Disciples from Dui Peak, Xun Peak, Li Peak, and the other peaks who arrived later all followed suit, each showing off their unique abilities.

Following their own peak’s Cultivation Techniques, they regulated the surrounding Spiritual Energy to create a suitable Spiritual Aura.

"What a lively scene! Xuan Chanzi has thrown the northern and southern lands into a chaotic mess, so there’s nothing interesting happening there."

The Eight-Cornered Flying Tower broke through the atmosphere, sailing like a colossal ship on a vast ocean and stirring up great waves in its wake.

Fu Lizi, whose hair and beard were white as snow and whose long eyebrows hung to his shoulders, clapped his hands in admiration.

"This Hongshui Dharma Assembly, on the other hand, is where the real excitement is. Numerous True Inheritance Disciples competing and engaging in Magical Combat for the [Jukuzhou] Talisman Decree... now *that’s* what I call a spectacle."

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the encampments of the eight peaks as if searching for something.

’I wonder if that Daoist will show up?’

Fu Lizi couldn’t help but think of the Innate Sect’s Daoist, the one personally chosen by Patriarch Mingxuan.

Senior Brother Zhang had already attained the Golden Position, established himself in the Great Void, and become a True Monarch.

Currently, with the exception of the Juechen Sect’s Daoist position—which had been vacant since its last occupant perished—most of the Daoists from the other Ancestral Sects had already successfully claimed their titles.

Only the Innate Sect had a Daoist who was still at the Qi Cultivation stage, which inevitably made them the subject of gossip.

’[Shao Yang] has been the center of attention for sixty years... But in the entire history of the Yanfu Vast Land, has there ever been anyone who could attain the Golden Position in a mere sixty years?’

Fu Lizi sighed softly. He had failed to guide [Shao Yang] to the Taifu Sect. That mission was a complete failure, wasting several hundred years of his effort for nothing.

So, True Monarch Tao had packed him off to the Hongshui Dharma Assembly.

With a deafening BOOM, the air parted. A treasure ship resembling a massive, five-decked warship moved into position above the giant island. As it unleashed its immense aura, it blasted apart the hundreds of beams of Profound Light.

The Qi Cultivation Cultivators panicked, tumbling out of the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Fu Lizi glanced to the side. There, on the deck of the treasure ship, stood a young Daoist with a lean face and his head held high. He wore a robe embroidered with black clouds and a rolling Mang dragon.