Records of Cultivating Immortals [NTR]

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Arrival at Yangxian Port

Chapter 48: Arrival at Yangxian Port

After flying on their swords for two days and two nights, even Qin Luo and his companions, who were all quite skilled, couldn’t help but feel a little tired. They found a flat hilltop, and three sword lights arrived one after another. Qin Luo, who had put away the withered branches, stretched his body and saw Jiang Qingyu wave her jade hand lightly, and four tents slowly appeared.

What kind of method is this?

Qin Luo frowned, completely baffled.

Seemingly anticipating Qin Luo’s thoughts, Nangong Muyun opened her mouth slightly and said, "The Sumeru Ring is also a magic treasure."

As if remembering something, Nangong Muyun sighed and said softly, "Legend has it that ten thousand years ago, almost every cultivator possessed one of these rings, but alas..."

Qin Luo suddenly realized, nodded, and said, "If only I knew how to forge it."

"It’s not difficult," Jiang Qingyu said. "If you can shrink the Guiyi Sword Formation to a small area, you will be able to comprehend the method of forging magic weapons."

These words seemed to awaken Qin Luo. Looking at Jiang Qingyu in front of him, he couldn’t help but ask, "Does Your Majesty mean that this Sumeru Ring is also composed of intricate magic arrays?"

Jiang Qingyu was very satisfied with Qin Luo’s comprehension and said with satisfaction, "The magic array is the most important thing. In addition, you also need to find suitable materials."

Qin Luo nodded again. He had never seen the Guiyi Sword Formation before, but Xiao Qing said that its range was so large that it even encompassed the entire Taiji Square. If that huge sword formation were to be shrunk to a small area, it would probably be more difficult than becoming a saint.

"By the way, does Your Majesty also know my father?" Qin Luo asked, having been wanting to ask the question all the way, upon seeing Jiang Qingyu’s sword.

"An old friend." Jiang Qingyu said softly, her gaze drifting towards Nangong Muyun.

At this moment, Nangong Muyun seemed to have lost the will to fight with Jiang Qingyu. Hearing this, she sighed slightly and said, "She has comprehended two of your father’s three sword techniques."

"What?" Qin Luo was startled and looked at Jiang Qingyu again, his eyes now filled with genuine respect.

"Spring rain and falling stars?"

Jiang Qingyu did not deny it, and nodded, saying, "However, it is a pity that I have not yet been able to comprehend the Six Views."

"It’s already quite remarkable," Qin Luo said. He actually had a desire to see Chunyu and Xingluo, but considering the two days of continuous travel, he had to suppress it.

Two more days until they arrived at Yangxian Port. Qin Luo looked at Da Niu beside him and saw that he was looking around as if searching for something.

"Da Niu, what are you doing?" Qin Luo asked.

Da Niu turned around and chuckled, saying, "It’s been a long time since I’ve smashed a rock. I wanted to find one to have some fun with."

Qin Luo shook his head helplessly and laughed, "The Overlord’s Manual isn’t for smashing rocks."

"I know." Da Niu nodded and said, "It’s for me to fuck women, haha."

These words made both women blush. Thinking of the various lewd acts that Nangong Muyun and Da Niu had committed on the flying sword, Jiang Qingyu immediately turned around and went into the tent.

Da Niu was also very curious about the tent that had "conjured up" its appearance. After Jiang Qingyu entered the tent, he also found one and crawled inside.

Only Nangong Muyun and Qin Luo remained on the mountain peak. Qin Luo, looking somewhat tired, sat on the edge of the cliff and sighed deeply as he looked at the scenery below.

"Great chaos in Hedong..." Qin Luo whispered, sensing a fragrant breeze coming from behind him. "What kind of chaos is it?"

Sitting side by side with Qin Luo, Nangong Muyun’s eyes revealed undisguised affection.

"What else could it be? People from the lower realm want to grow spiritual herbs, but there isn’t enough space, so they want to seize farmland. They secretly do things to force the farmers to rebel, and then use the pretext of redressing the grievances to massacre the people. The remaining farmland will naturally belong to them."

Nangong Muyun’s seemingly calm words filled Qin Luo with immense shock.

"Such a thing is true?" Qin Luo asked incredulously.

Nangong Muyun nodded. This world where the strong are respected is far more cruel than Qin Luo had imagined.

"Why can’t we just ask the Empress for supplies?" Qin Luo didn’t understand their approach.

"Have you forgotten?" Nangong Muyun looked at Qin Luo and said, "People from the lower realms cannot interfere in mortal affairs at will. The so-called exoneration is just an excuse."

With a furrowed brow, Qin Luo was unable to calm down for a long time. Before this, he had always believed that the sects in the lower realm strictly adhered to the rules.

"Besides, the requirements for soil for growing spiritual herbs are extremely high, and it can’t be done by simply requisitioning a few plots of farmland," Nangong Muyun sighed.

Thinking of the previous predicament of Guiyi Sect, Qin Luo shook his head. These cultivators in the lower realms are full of benevolence and morality, but they do all sorts of ruthless and despicable things.

No one could have imagined that after the battle to slay the demon, former comrades-in-arms would become enemies.

"Although Tianxiangfang has always been neutral, it couldn’t stand what these people were doing, so it secretly sent secret messages to some people," Nangong Muyun said.

"Could it be related to the man in black in that temple?" Qin Luo asked.

Looking into Qin Luo’s eyes, Nangong Muyun shook her head, feeling a pang of pity, and said, "Perhaps."

She dared not tell Qin Luo anything about the old sword master, especially given the old sword master’s strange behavior in the past. Nangong Muyun couldn’t figure out Song Hongdao’s thoughts, and she didn’t want Qin Luo to get too involved in the still uncertain truth.

"Get some rest." Nangong Muyun patted Qin Luo on the shoulder.

Qin Luo nodded, still reeling from the shock he had just experienced.

He had assumed that the cultivators in the lower realms would only target other sects, but he never expected that they would start extending their reach into the mortal world.

Especially considering Nangong Muyun’s calm tone just now, it was as if this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Luo looked at the withered branches beside him, and a sentence that Qin Zheng had once said suddenly flashed through his mind.

What’s the point of cultivating immortality if one has no concern for the common people?

The dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight once again bathed the earth. Back in his tent, Qin Luo stared blankly at the withered branch in his hand.

...

Two days later, Yangxian Port.

After arriving , the four of them did not rush to Tianxiangfang, but instead found an inn to stay in temporarily.

Because Nangong Muyun and Jiang Qingyu’s appearances were so striking, they had been wearing white veils ever since they entered the city. Even so, their exquisite figures still attracted the attention of many people.

Yangxian Port is located next to the Sea, and even the air carries a slightly salty sea breeze. Along the way, as Qin Luo traveled on his sword, he also gained a general understanding of the surrounding terrain.

Although there isn’t much farmland in this area, the soil is extremely fertile, making it an ideal place to grow medicinal herbs.

However, what puzzled him was that the area around Yangxian Port was peaceful, and there were no signs of the expected popular rebellion.

Unlike Qin Luo, Jiang Qingyu’s brows furrowed more and more as she walked.

Inside the inn, just as the four of them sat down, Qin Luo noticed a young man in brocade robes walking in with a smile. After whispering a few words in the waiter’s ear, Qin Luo noticed that the other guests in the inn had all left one after another.

The young man walked forward on his own, and Da Niu immediately stood up, his domineering aura instantly erupting.

Slightly startled, the young man immediately stopped and bowed to Nangong Muyun, saying, "I am Mo Yuji from Tianxiangfang. Greetings, Senior Nangong."

Upon hearing the young man introduce himself, Da Niu slightly withdrew his imposing manner, but his eyes still looked at the smiling Mo Yuji with some suspicion.

"Sit down." Nangong Muyun first gestured to Da Niu not to be nervous, and then said to Mo Yuji.

The young man did not refuse and plopped down in the large ox seat, saying, "My father is preparing for this month’s auction and specifically instructed me to come here to welcome Senior Nangong. I hope you distinguished guests will not mind."

Mo Yuji glanced at Jiang Qingyu beside him and was slightly taken aback. Tianxiangfang had compiled a list of the most beautiful women, so he naturally recognized the woman next to Nangong Muyun as the current empress at a glance.

However, seeing the coldness in Jiang Qingyu’s eyes, Mo Yuji dared not show any unusual behavior and pretended not to notice, turning her gaze to Nangong Muyun again.

"Will there be any Yuan Gen items for sale at the auction in the first half of the year?" Nangong Muyun asked directly, and Qin Luo immediately perked up his ears.

"There really is one example," Mo Yuji said with a smile.

"I need to know the buyer’s name and background," Nangong Muyun said. Although she knew that the person was Ashiduo, she had not been able to find out where the old sword master was in seclusion over the years.

"This..." Mo Yuji hesitated, "Senior Nangong should know the rules of Tianxiangfang. We will not disclose any buyer’s information."

"Hmm?" Nangong Muyun frowned, releasing an invisible pressure that immediately caused Mo Yuji to break out in a cold sweat.

"You can’t make decisions about Tianxiangfang. Call Mo Ming over," Jiang Qingyu said coldly.

Mo Ming, Mo Yuji’s father, is also the current owner of Tianxiangfang.

"My father really can’t get away..." Mo Yuji wiped his sweat.

Nangong Muyun snorted coldly and said no more. Mo Yuji looked at Qin Luo as if pleading for help and said, "I suppose this is Brother Qin. I’ve heard so much about you."

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face, so Qin Luo had no choice but to return the greeting and say, "Nice to meet you."

"Please forgive my rudeness. I will visit you again with my father tomorrow." Mo Yuji stood up and bowed again.

Only after Mo Yuji left the inn dejectedly did Nangong Muyun remove her veil, let out a long sigh, and say, "Something’s strange."

Jiang Qingyu nodded, while Qin Luo and Da Niu looked puzzled, not understanding what the two meant.

"Perhaps..."

Jiang Qingyu also removed her veil, her face filled with worry, and said, "Mo Ming also has his own difficulties."

Nangong Muyun was startled. She realized that she had received the secret letter from Tianxiangfang in September, and now two months had passed. No one knew what had happened in between.

Qin Luo seemed to understand as well, and his heart unconsciously rose. Only Da Niu seemed oblivious, his eyes constantly shifting back and forth between the two charming and beautiful faces.

"When was the last time you attended an auction?" Jiang Qingyu asked Nangong Muyun.

"A long time ago," Nangong Muyun said, a blush creeping across her pretty face as if she had just remembered something.

A moment of silence fell over the room. Qin Luo noticed his mother’s unusual behavior and became even more curious about the upcoming auction.

Meanwhile, four hundred miles away.

Two sword lights flashed by in an instant. As Yangxian Port drew ever closer, Xiao Qing finally understood the purpose of Song Hongdao’s trip.