Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 258 - 162 Longevity Mountain

Chapter 258: Chapter 162 Longevity Mountain Chapter 258 -162 Longevity Mountain After defeating the Vermilion Bird Tribe and entering their treasure vault in an instant, Chen Qing almost felt dazzled.

There were nearly a hundred precious herbs, enough to allow him to cultivate to Foundation Establishment Great Perfection with ease.

Almost every kind of Gu he needed could be found in the treasure vault of the Vermilion Bird Tribe.

Chen Qing took thirty of these precious herbs, along with a large amount of materials required for Gu, and acquired a spiritual item, a flying sword Gu named Chi Xiao.

Then he left the treasure vault, letting Su Yi enter to take inventory.

These spoils of war needed to be distributed to those who had served him well.

People followed him into battle partly for these very rewards.

Half of these would be used as rewards for those who had served valiantly and to honor the fallen Foundation Establishment tribes.

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The other half would be used for the daily operations of Li Bingwei.

After ordering Su Yi to secretly seek out a large quantity of meat Gu, Chen Qing continued on his journey to Longevity Mountain.

Unlike before, he left much of the Foundation Establishment in Xuantian City, taking with him only a guard of about a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The situation in Yan Country had stabilized, so there was no need to bring all the Foundation Establishment with him.

Sitting in his war chariot, Chen Qing took out a crimson Lingzhi and consumed it in a few bites to begin his cultivation.

After cultivating for three hours, feeling a great improvement in his abilities, Chen Qing stepped out of the carriage and let everyone rest for a moment.

By now, the Foundation Establishment who followed him had fully devoted their loyalties, firmly believing that since Chen Qing could defeat Zhu Ning, he could surely defeat Yan Shiyin and restore Wu Country to a bright tomorrow.

However, Chen Qing knew that compared to Zhu Ning, Yan Shiyin was far superior.

The army under Yan Shiyin’s command had been tempered by the baptism of war.

Zhu Ning was nothing more than a rustic landowner, incomparable to Yan Shiyin.

Moreover, the Jiguang Sect insisted that Chen Qing personally quell Yan Shiyin, not merely because Yan Shiyin had amassed a large number of Foundation Establishment.

The southern Jiuli had large Foundation Establishment armies, yet the Jiguang Sect had never worried about them.

It was Yan Shiyin alone that the Jiguang Sect felt must be eradicated.

This was due to another reason.

Yan Shiyin’s slogan, the Mystic Gate Army, was extremely incendiary.

The idea that anyone could achieve Mystic Gate was very likely to engulf all of Nanli.

It needed to be extinguished quickly, otherwise, Yan Shiyin’s forces would only grow larger.

Heading south, Chen Qing cultivated, fed his Gu, and after half a month’s travel, he passed through the desolate Chaotic Stone Nest and traversed a Holy Road where the sun shone for eight hours a day.

As he drew nearer to the location of the Miao God, Chen Qing increasingly felt the divine might.

Of course, he didn’t pay it much attention, treating it merely as a means of beguilement.

As he got closer to Longevity Mountain, day and night in this place became indistinguishable.

In the sky, colorful heavenly light illuminated the night.

The Miao God, a righteous deity who rarely appeared.

Like the Heavenly Venerable of the Immortal Court, the Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Mansion, they all had their own myths.

Only the Miao God had no official myth, left to the imagination of the believers.

But it was undeniable that before Chen Qing arrived at Longevity Mountain, he still felt awe-struck.

Far to the south, there was a large island on the sea, which caught the heavenly light and had eternal daylight.

This was known as Longevity Mountain.

It was rumored that Longevity Mountain also had a blazing sun, said to be the left eye of the Miao God.

Upon arriving at this place, Chen Qing was astonished to find that there indeed was a large star in the sky.

Though its light was not warm, it was extremely bright.

There was no moon here, and at night one could only see this large star.

Sitting in the ship’s cabin, Chen Qing donned the Golden Ghost Mask and sat across from Si Zhao.

Chen Qing curiously scrutinized this Jiguang Sect leader in Wu Country, who appeared to be in his forties, with his level of cultivation hard to discern.

He should be far superior to Chen Qing.

“This is the awakening of the Warlord Divine Image, not the true Miao God.”

“The Warlord Divine Image acts on instinct, you need not worry too much.”

“With this Golden Ghost Mask I provided, you needn’t be concerned about any schemes.”

“When meeting the Warlord Divine Image, remember to keep this Golden Ghost Mask close to you.”

Chen Qing nodded slightly, “Is there anything else to be aware of?”

Si Zhao pondered, “Do not kneel, under no circumstances must you kneel.”

“If you kneel, there’s no telling if you’ll return as yourself.”

Hearing this, Chen Qing felt a chill; what kind of existence was the Miao God truly?

An embodiment of the will of heaven and earth?

The pinnacle of Tao?

Something that could tangibly affect the mind and cognition?

Judging by Si Zhao’s description, it didn’t sound like a righteous deity.

Removing the Golden Ghost Mask, Chen Qing placed it against his chest.

Still feeling insecure, he took out the long-treasured Void Flower and placed it in his sleeve.

With both prepared, he should be safe.

On October 2nd, Chen Qing ascended Longevity Mountain.

Longevity Mountain, a towering peak in the sea, housed a slumbering White Tiger within the mountain.

This was a true divine beast, not some hybrid spirit beast, but a pureblood White Tiger.

Upon arriving here, Chen Qing was received.

A Daoist in a green robe stood upon a gigantic gourd, smiling slightly.

“Are you Qingxu, come to pay homage to the Miao God?”

Chen Qing cupped his hands, “Yes, I am Qingxu.”

Those on the ship had no authority to set foot on Longevity Mountain and could only wait on the ship.

The Daoist in the green robe led the way. “To pay homage to the Miao God, one must bathe, burn incense, and recite the Jianan Scripture for three days.”

Chen Qing asked respectfully, “May I know how to address you, senior?”

The green-robed Daoist smiled, “You may call me the temple priest.”

Under the guidance of the Daoist in the green robe, Chen Qing arrived at a secluded small temple.

Each day, aside from bathing, he burned incense and spent day and night in the temple reciting the Jianan Scripture.

The temple was truly small; when seen from afar it was only knee-high, but the closer he approached, the larger it became.

By the time Chen Qing entered, the temple was the size of a regular monastery.

Occasionally, peering through the windows to the outside, he could see that the flying insects appeared almost the same size as himself.

It was quite a miraculous technique.

Three days later, it was finally time to meet the Miao Divine Weapon Master Divine Image.

Chen Qing, now dressed in pure black, flew with the temple priest toward the center of Longevity Mountain.

On a greenish staircase, Chen Qing and the temple priest descended.

The temple priest leapt to the left side of the first step of the staircase and glanced at Chen Qing.

Casting his eyes down the staircase, Chen Qing saw Taoists standing on either side of each step, their cultivation levels unfathomable.

As he gazed upon it, there seemed to be no end in sight.

While Chen Qing was pondering, his consciousness suddenly withdrew from his body, retreating to his own Sea of Consciousness.

From the Golden Ghost Mask, an awareness extended, controlling his body as it walked step by step up the staircase.

It turned out this was the Jiguang Sect’s strategy, to use a false version of him to pay homage to the Miao God and to garner the Miao God’s favor.