Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 760: The Legends of the Penglai Island Lord

Accomplished cultivators could deduce information about a blood sample’s owner and use it for schemes, curses, and so on. Hence, before Meng Jingzhou sold his blood, he had completely erased all information contained within his essence blood. No one could trace it back to him, including Su Yiren.

“What is this?” Li Haoran was somewhat perplexed, unsure what Su Yiren was trying to do.

“This is blood I obtained from a black market auction. It cost me one hundred thousand spirit stones.”

Meng Jingzhou’s expression turned strange. When I sold my blood, it was ten thousand spirit stones per drop. Isn’t this price hike way too ridiculous?

To think I lost money despite being a member of the Meng Family—what a disgrace.

“This blood should be the true blood of some pure-blood demon tribe, with effects of enhancing cultivation, boosting yang, and supplementing qi. I figured I’d buy it for my husband. If the immortal grass can elevate this blood’s effects by one level, that would be even better.”

Hearing this, Li Haoran was deeply moved. He didn’t expect Su Yiren to always think of him and look out for him in every way.

Lu Yang also recognized this as Meng Jingzhou’s essence blood. I don’t recall Old Meng’s blood having cultivation-enhancing effects. If Old Meng’s blood has such effects, I’d drink three big bowls first.

Senior Su, have you started speaking blatant lies just to trick Li Haoran into bed?

“No can do. I can only increase the cultivation of living beings. There might be a chance if you find the blood’s owner.” The Metamorphic Immortal Grass dashed Su Yiren’s hopes.

“I see.” Su Yiren’s mood visibly dipped.

Lu Yang surreptitiously glanced at Meng Jingzhou, contemplating whether to tell Su Yiren the truth and give Meng Jingzhou a boost in cultivation. It could count as Old Meng’s fortuitous opportunity.

Meng Jingzhou shook his head rapidly in small motions, rejecting the fortuitous opportunity.

An image surfaced in Meng Jingzhou’s mind:

In the quiet of the night, he lies in bed fast asleep. Su Yiren sneaks into his room in the dark, moonlight illuminating her well-shaped figure.

Meng Jingzhou maintains a firm stance and declares, “I can’t do anything that betrays Junior Brother Li.”

Su Yiren replies, “It’ll just hurt a little; it’ll be quick.”

Meng Jingzhou struggles desperately but is ultimately no match for Su Yiren. Then Su Yiren ties Meng Jingzhou up and starts drawing his blood...

What kind of scenario is that?

Amidst their conversation and laughter, they shared the white crucian carp, leaving only a plate of cleanly picked fish bones.

Pitiful white crucian carp. It had chanced upon a fortuitous opportunity and consumed immortal grass, causing its cultivation to soar, reaching the twenty-year realm no fish of its kind had ever attained. Little did it know this was all a scheme laid by humans. Pierced by an immortal sword, it was carved apart and eaten by human cultivators, with not even an intact corpse remaining.

After enjoying the East Sea delicacies, Lu Yang and the others went downstairs to settle the bill. Lu Yang noticed a statue on the counter depicting a middle-aged man with a goatee.

“Who is this statue supposed to be?” Lu Yang asked casually.

Li Haoran answered, “That’s the Penglai Island Lord, the Three Mountains Daoist Priest. Many legends about him circulate in the East Sea. For example, when fishermen were caught in storms at sea, the Three Mountains Daoist Priest happened to pass by. He casually saved the ship’s crew and told them that they could silently pray with his name for safe travels when going out to fish in the future.

“There’s also a legend that during autumn harvest, when grain farmers had a bountiful harvest, heavy rain suddenly fell, and the Three Mountains Daoist Priest also appeared there. It’s similar to the fishermen legend. I reckon one of these two is the original, and the other evolved through word of mouth.

“Alternatively, another instance is that wherever a plague broke out, the Three Mountains Daoist Priest bestowed sweet dew and heavenly springs to cure diseases and save people.

“Furthermore, there’s the tale that when cultivators got restless due to encountering a bottleneck in cultivation, the Three Mountains Daoist Priest appeared and helped them break through...

“Anyway, there are many such legends, and they have circulated for four or five thousand years. No one knows how much is true. In short, among East Sea cultivators, the Three Mountains Daoist Priest is a belief; every household worships him.

“If one were to say he’s efficacious, he’s definitely not extremely so. Even if he had millions of clones, he couldn’t fulfil everyone’s wishes. Even immortals don’t have that kind of capability.

“But the Three Mountains Daoist Priest has been famous for so long that the belief has become habitual, serving as spiritual solace. Whether it’s efficacious or not is no longer important.

“It’s possible that the Three Mountains Daoist Priest is part of the reason that the three Penglai Islands hold Penglai in the highest esteem.

“I heard the Golden Buddhist Kingdom wanted to spread its teachings to the East Sea but failed due to the Three Mountains Daoist Priest’s presence.”

Lu Yang recalled Fan Chong. “As the grand-disciple of the Three Mountains Daoist Priest, Fan Chong relies on his influence to bully others. It feels like the Three Mountains Daoist Priest isn’t as good as the legends say.”

Li Haoran couldn’t explain this either, shaking his head helplessly. “Perhaps the Three Mountains Daoist Priest is in seclusion all year round and doesn’t strictly keep the people below him in check?”

He looked toward Su Yiren, who also shook her head. “I’ve met the Three Mountains Daoist Priest once. He was very considerate in how he treated others. Even when meeting mid- and low-level cultivators, he didn’t appear overly arrogant, much like his image in the folk legends. I also can’t imagine why the Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest and Fan Chong are like that.”

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy suddenly spoke, somewhat puzzled. “What’s with this Three Mountains Daoist Priest? He came up with so many outrageous legends. If he doesn’t have that much ability, he shouldn’t mess around.”

In the mental space, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy lay on her water bed, floating on the sea surface, her fish tail flapping with a patter sound.

Lu Yang suddenly remembered that although the current Everlasting Immortal Fairy seemed utterly unreliable, she was also an object of faith in the ancient era. To fulfil her believers’ requests for fertility, she even created the Mother-Child River and the Twins Rivers.

“Immortal Fairy, is there some reason or principle behind this?”

“This immortal doesn’t know much about faith power. Qing He is more knowledgeable in this regard. Qing He told me that as a source of faith, one must control the legends well and absolutely not portray oneself as omnipotent.

“Let’s take this immortal as an example. When believers prayed to me for children, I indeed had the ability to create the Mother-Child River, so I responded to their requests.

“Some believers prayed to me for power. If I wasn’t willing to grant power, I would make it clear face-to-face to avoid believers coming one after another to ask me. That would be very annoying.”

Lu Yang nodded, half-understanding.

“Dear guests, you don’t seem like East Sea cultivators?” The shop owner noticed Lu Yang’s group displaying great interest in the Three Mountains Daoist Priest statue; East Sea cultivators weren’t like this.

Lu Yang nodded. We’re indeed not East Sea cultivators; we’re Five-Elements Sect disciples.

“How about paying respects to the Three Mountains Daoist Priest? It’s very efficacious.” The shop owner appeared extremely devout.

Lu Yang and the others thought about it. Since this could be considered a distinctive feature of the East Sea, paying respects wouldn’t hurt.

Lu Yang pressed his palms together and bowed to the Three Mountains Daoist Priest statue, silently praying with sincere hope that this East Sea legend could protect them. “May our journey in the East Sea be safe and peaceful with no incidents.”

Meng Jingzhou and the rest followed suit, paying their respects.

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Within the inner zone of Penglai Island, at the core area of a nine-grade spirit vein, a man with a goatee was meditating on a putuan cushion.

Suddenly, with a “wah” sound, he spat out blood, his expression startled and bewildered. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

“What powerful being is paying respects to me?”