240: Chapter 239 Nine Dragons Pulling a Cart?

Su Lin sighed, turned around, and scanned his surroundings.

At this glance, the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

Originally, this was Emerald Cloud Peak.

Clouds and mists rose, waterfalls cascaded, and the scenery was exquisite.

He had originally planned to build a villa here, set up a grand array, and peacefully prepare for his Breakthrough to the Mahayana Stage.

But now... "Where is my villa?"

Su Lin pointed beneath his feet.

Where was Emerald Cloud Peak?

This was clearly a giant meteorite crater, a hundred miles wide, still emitting black smoke and devoid of any life!

The ground had been hammered cracked by Su Hongling, the rocks melted by Luo Ximei, the soil poisoned purple by Chu Weiwei, the water frozen into blocks of ice by Mu Qingxue, and the remaining debris had its nutrients sucked dry by Ye You's vines.

As for the Star Sea Pavilion that Cold Moon was responsible for planning... not even a Foundation remained!

"Ahem..."

Su Hongling guiltily pulled her foot out of a crack, her eyes wandering: "That... Old Man, out with the old, in with the new."

"It's fine, consider it as Revered Master's sword Undergoing Tribulation."

"True, finding this place and having my life-bound sword undergo a tribulation isn't a loss."

Su Lin clutched his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

His plan to go into seclusion here to Breakthrough to the Mahayana Stage was completely ruined.

The spiritual veins here had been utterly destroyed, and the Spiritual Qi was as chaotic as a pot of boiling porridge. Forget about breaking through; staying here for too long would easily lead to Qi Deviation.

"There's no other way."

"It's time to pay a visit to the Ethereal Immortal Mansion."

Su Lin withdrew his sword into his body and looked toward the north.

"It will be opening soon, and Old Ancestor Cang Ming is still waiting there."

"Oh, that old swindler."

Luo Ximei curled her lip, tidying her somewhat messy hair at her temples while speaking nonchalantly, "Revered Master, do you really believe that Old Man's words? I think it's likely a trap, trying to trick us in and wipe us all out."

"So what if it's a trap?"

Mu Qingxue interjected coldly. Although the cold air around her had subsided a lot, it still made people afraid to approach easily.

"If it's a trap, we'll just kill them."

"Exactly, exactly!" Chu Weiwei also leaned in, shaking several bottles of eerie colors in her hand. "If it's a trap, it's the perfect time to test my newly concocted Immortals-Hard-to-Save Powder. I've heard that even experts in the Tribulation Transcendence Stage will lose a layer of skin if they get touched by even a little bit!"

Listening to his disciples' murderous remarks, Su Lin felt his head start to ache again.

"Whether it's a trap or an Opportunity, we'll know once we go."

Su Lin waved his hand, stopping their divergent thoughts.

"The problem now is... how do we get there?"

The distance to the Ethereal Immortal Mansion at the junction of the North Sea and the Eastern Continent was vast. If they flew through the air, even at their speed, it would take many days.

Moreover, in Su Lin's current state, although he had gained some insights from reforging the immortal sword, he had not yet truly broken through to the Mahayana Stage. The spiritual power in his body needed to constantly nourish the sword core and should not be over-consumed.

"Is that even a question?"

Cold Moon took a step forward. Though her bright yellow dragon robe was somewhat damaged before, it still looked immensely majestic under the current enhancement of Imperial Dao Dragon Qi.

She flipped her wrist, and an exquisite miniature imperial carriage appeared in her palm.

As she injected spiritual power, the miniature carriage expanded rapidly, instantly transforming into a luxurious carriage as large as a palace.

Nine five-clawed golden dragons, condensed from pure spiritual power, pulled the carriage. The body was made of ten-thousand-year agarwood, inlaid with countless Eastern Sea Night-Luminous Pearls, and the hanging tassels were made of mermaid tears.

"This carriage is equipped with a Spirit Gathering Array and a Spirit Soothing Array, making it most suitable for Revered Master to nourish the sword core and rest along the way."

Cold Moon looked at Su Lin, her eyes holding a trace of undeniable dominance and tenderness.

"Revered Master, please board the carriage."

"Tsk, showing off."

Luo Ximei rolled her eyes disdainfully, but glancing at her own flowing sunset cloud brocade that she hadn't had time to repair, she could only temporarily swallow her pride.

"I'll ride it then. Anyway, not having to fly saves energy."

Su Hongling didn't have so many schemes. Seeing a large carriage to ride, she was the first to scramble up, found the most spacious spot, threw her great sword on the floor, and lay down in a star shape.

"Comfortable! This cushion is so soft!"

Su Lin looked at the extremely luxurious carriage, then at Cold Moon, who was waiting expectantly for his praise. He nodded and stepped onto the carriage.

The others followed one after another.

"Depart!"

At Cold Moon's command, the nine spiritual golden dragons let out a long cry, pulling the massive carriage into the air. It turned into a golden light and sped toward the north... The interior space of the carriage was enormous, almost like a mobile palace.

Besides the main hall, there were side bedrooms, a study, and even a small spiritual spring pool.

Su Lin originally wanted to find a quiet corner to meditate and properly sense the changes in the destiny sword after its reforging, but he had clearly underestimated how clingy these disciples were.

"Revered Master~"

Just as he sat down on the soft couch in the main hall, Luo Ximei pressed against him as if she had no bones.

Today she had changed into a light purple sheer dress with a very low neckline. With her movements, her breathtaking curves were partially visible.

"The journey is long; sitting here doing nothing is so boring."

She held a cup of crimson spiritual wine and brought it to Su Lin's lips. Her white-gold heterochromatic eyes were shimmering, full of suggestion.

"Why not... let your Disciple accompany you for a drink? This is the Blood Jade Brew I found in Blood River Ancestor's private collection. It's most effective for nourishing blood and Qi."

Just as Su Lin was about to refuse, Chu Weiwei squeezed in from the other side.

"Revered Master, don't drink that! That's demonic wine; drinking too much is bad for your health!"

Chu Weiwei held a bowl of green medicinal soup that emitted a strange herbal smell.

"It's better to drink Weiwei's Origin-Nourishing Soup! Although it tastes a bit bitter, good medicine is bitter to the mouth!

And Weiwei added a special... ahem, a special tonic inside. I guarantee Revered Master will be full of energy after drinking it!"

As she spoke, she stared at Su Lin with the gaze of a hungry wolf looking at meat, as if she couldn't wait to get him drunk and do something.

"Both of you, back off."

Cold Moon sat on the main seat opposite them. Though she was trying hard to maintain her empress's dignity, seeing these two Junior Sisters seducing Revered Master so blatantly made the veins on her temples throb.

"Revered Master needs quiet rest now! What kind of behavior is this, being so noisy?!"

"Eldest Senior Sister, you wouldn't know."

"Revered Master likes excitement the most, right Revered Master?"

"Crack!"

The temperature inside the carriage plummeted, and the cushion beneath Ye You instantly frosted over.

"You're too hot; you'll burn Revered Master."

Mu Qingxue said coldly, an ice sword already condensed in her hand.

"Do you need me to help you cool down?"

"You dare!"

Ye You snapped her head up, a fierce light showing in her red eyes, the phantom of vines faintly appearing behind her.

"Want to fight? Come on! I didn't get enough of it just now!"

"Then let's fight! I'm not afraid of you!"

Hearing there was a fight, Su Hongling stopped sleeping, jumped up from the floor with a carp kick, grabbed a chicken leg as a weapon, and rushed forward with a howl.

It looked like the luxurious carriage was about to turn into a gladiator arena.

"All of you, STOP!!!"

Su Lin finally exploded.

He stood up abruptly, a vast Star Power surging from his body, directly shaking off everyone clinging to him, hanging on his legs, holding wine, or carrying medicine.

"Are you trying to tear this carriage apart?!"

Su Lin's face was dark, his gaze sternly sweeping over every disciple.

"Going to the immortal mansion is serious business! If anyone dares to mess around again, get off right now! Fly there yourself!"

With this roar, the world finally became quiet.

Although each of the disciples possessed Mahayana Stage combat power, they were as obedient as quails in front of their angry Revered Master.

"Oh..."

Ye You got up from the floor aggrievedly, patting her skirt.

"Revered Master is so mean..."

"Exactly, we were just being kind..." Luo Ximei whispered.

"Enough."

Su Lin rubbed his brow and sat back down.

"For the rest of the journey, no one is allowed to disturb me. I'm going into seclusion to nourish the sword core."

He pointed toward the side bedroom.

"I'm going to that room. No one is allowed in without my permission!"

After saying that, he ducked into the side bedroom as if fleeing for his life, set up over a dozen Restrictions, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

These wicked disciples... they're truly more troublesome than a Heavenly Tribulation... Time passed in this strange yet "warm" atmosphere.

Although Su Lin hid in the side bedroom, it didn't mean he had peace.

Every morning, five portions of breakfast would be neatly placed at the door.

Su Hongling's roasted meat, Chu Weiwei's medicinal meal, Cold Moon's imperial snacks, Luo Ximei's spiritual fruit platter, and Mu Qingxue's cup of... ice water.

Every night, all sorts of strange sounds would come from outside the Restrictions.

"Revered Master~ it's late. Are you cold? Do you need someone to warm your bed?"

"Revered Master! I caught a very cute Nightmare Beast! Do you want to come out and see?"

"Revered Master... it's time for your medicine..."

Su Lin turned a deaf ear to all of this, immersing himself entirely in nourishing the destiny sword.

Over time, the immortal sword, which had fused chaos immortal gold and many divine objects, became more and more attuned to him.

He could feel that the barrier in his body leading to the Mahayana Stage was becoming thinner and thinner.

He just needed a catalyst.

A sufficiently strong external pressure or a perfect environment of Laws.

And that catalyst was at the Ethereal Immortal Mansion!

...Half a month later.

The Nine-Dragon Agarwood Carriage finally reached its destination.

At the junction of the North Sea and the Eastern Continent was a mysterious sea area known as the "Sea of Mists."

This place was shrouded in thick white mist year-round; Divine Sense could not penetrate it, and compasses would fail.

But now, this deathly silent sea area was unusually lively.

Countless streaks of light converged from all directions; they were experts from various continents and Sects.

Tribulation Transcendence Stage, Mahayana Stage, Body Integration Stage... experts who were rarely seen on ordinary days were now gathered here as if at a market.

Because the legendary Ethereal Immortal Mansion, which opens once every three thousand years, was about to appear!

"So many people..."

Su Hongling leaned against the carriage window, looking at the dense crowd of Cultivators outside, rubbing her hands in excitement.

"If a fight breaks out, it'll definitely be satisfying!"

"Don't cause trouble."

Su Lin walked out of the side bedroom.

At this moment, his aura was more restrained, and his whole being seemed to merge with the surrounding world. If one didn't intentionally try to perceive him, they might even overlook his existence.

That was the sign of being about to step into the Mahayana Stage—returning to simplicity.

"Our goal this time is the immortal mansion, not to fight."

Su Lin said calmly.

"Yes, Revered Master."

The disciples responded in unison, though each of their eyes sparkled with a warlike light.

"Land."

The nine dragons pulled the carriage, slowly breaking through the mist and landing on a huge isolated island.

This isolated island was the only land in the Sea of Mists and also the location of the entrance to the immortal mansion.

By now, thousands of Cultivators had already gathered on the island.

When the extremely luxurious Nine-Dragon carriage descended from the sky, it instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"What is that?!"

"Nine dragons pulling a carriage? Such a display... could it be that some hidden old monster of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage has arrived in person?"

On the isolated island, the originally noisy crowd instantly fell silent. Thousands of pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the slowly descending behemoth.

Nine spiritual golden dragons churned in the clouds, each emitting a heart-stopping dragon pressure. The extremely luxurious agarwood carriage body reflected a dazzling treasure light under the sun.

As the carriage landed, the resulting airwave pushed back the Cultivators with weaker cultivation by several meters.

The cabin door opened.

The first to walk out was Cold Moon, wearing a purple-gold phoenix robe.

Her expression was indifferent, her brows carrying an innate imperial majesty. Her terrifying Mahayana Stage pressure leaked just a sliver, making the surrounding air thick and heavy.

"Hiss... it's a female Cultivator of the Mahayana Stage!"

A sound of collective gasping rose from the crowd.

Six peerless beauties in total!

And the aura emanating from each of them told everyone—they were at the Mahayana Stage! Or at least terrifying existences with combat power comparable to the Mahayana Stage!

All the male Cultivators present stared wide-eyed, while the female Cultivators looked ashamed of their own appearance.

"My god... has some super Sect come out in full force?"

This force is enough to sweep through half of the cultivation world!"

Just as everyone was speculating about who this group of terrifying female Cultivators followed.

The six of them naturally lined up on both sides, bowing slightly in a posture of respectful welcome.

A slender, fair hand rested on the arm Cold Moon extended.

Su Lin, wearing his Starlight Dharma Robe, stepped out slowly.

His face was handsome, his temperament as gentle as jade, and a trace of helplessness hung at the corners of his mouth (mainly due to being given a headache by this display).

Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at this man who could make six Mahayana Stage female Cultivators be so submissive.

Divine Senses frantically scanned him.

Then... the entire field fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately after, a burst of uncontrollable whispering spread through the crowd like a plague.

"Did I see that right? That man... is only at the Body Integration Stage?"

"I also checked three times; he is indeed at the Great Perfection of Integration Stage. Although his Foundation is very solid, compared to those female Cultivators, he's practically a little brother!"

"This... what's the situation? Six Mahayana Stage experts are actually revolving around a kid in the Body Integration Stage?"

The direction of the crowd's sentiment instantly changed.

From initial awe, it turned into deep jealousy, disdain, and a certain malicious speculation.

"Tsk, and I thought it was some hidden Old Ancestor. Turns out he's just living off women."

A burly man with a face full of flesh said sourly. Although his voice was lowered, it was still clearly audible in this silent field.

"Look at how that kid looks, fair-skinned and tender, the very image of a pretty boy. Is there even a need to ask?"

A Cultivator with a sharp chin and monkey-like features immediately chimed in with a lewd smile:

"Hehe, don't you get it? This kid must have some special Physique or has cultivated some chamber secret arts."

"To put it bluntly, he's just a top-quality Cauldron!"