144: Chapter 144 Nine Heavens Immortal Feast

Chapter 144: nine heavens immortal spirit feast

Shen Qingyuan glanced at Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan's earnest face and said nothing, his slender fingers lightly grasping at the Void Realm.

A banner as black as ink appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The banner was about three zhang square and pitch black, its surface covered in countless hideous faces—some in pain, some mad, and some in despair—all letting out silent roars.

Faint dark-golden runes flowed along the edges of the banner, emitting an ancient and weathered aura.

As soon as the ten thousand soul banner appeared, the temperature of the entire Wutong Garden seemed to drop sharply. A cold, tyrannical aura spread, and even the Spiritual Qi in the air became stagnant.

Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan's pupils shrank, and he instinctively took half a step back.

Though he had long known the ten thousand soul banner was fierce, seeing this legendary weapon of carnage with his own eyes still made his heart tremble.

Back then, the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable held the ten thousand soul banner, traversing the world and slaughtering countless lives; even Saint King Realm experts avoided its edge.

This Saint weapon had been stained with the blood of too many experts.

“Senior.” Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and bowed. “This Junior makes bold to request Senior's permission to enter the ten thousand soul banner to search for my elder brother's remnant soul.”

Shen Qingyuan looked at his determined expression and nodded slightly.

“Go ahead.”

He waved his hand, and the ten thousand soul banner flew from his palm, hovering in mid-air with the flag snapping loudly.

Devilish Qi as black as ink surged from the banner, tearing open a deep crack in the Void Realm.

Inside the crack, countless hideous faces seemed to churn, letting out silent roars that made one's hair stand on end.

“Thank you, Senior!” Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan bowed and turned to step into the crack.

“Second Uncle!” Sun Buer grabbed his arm, his face full of worry. “Let me go! You—”

“No.” Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan shook his head, interrupting him. “The dangers within the ten thousand soul banner are unpredictable. Your cultivation is insufficient; going in would be suicide.”

Sun Buer opened his mouth to argue but realized his second uncle was right.

He was only at the Dharma Image Realm; before the vicious ghosts in the ten thousand soul banner, he wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.

“Don't worry.” Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan patted his shoulder. “Your second uncle is a Saint Realm expert, after all.”

Before his voice fell, he stepped into the crack, his figure disappearing into the black Devilish Qi.

Sun Buer stood there, staring fixedly at the slowly closing crack, his knuckles turning white from clenching his hands.

Shen Qingyuan lay lazily on the soft couch, took a sip of tea, and said nonchalantly, “Relax, your second uncle won't die.”

Sun Buer was slightly startled, then let out a sigh of relief.

Time passed minute by minute.

One stick of incense.

Two sticks of incense.

Three sticks of incense.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Sun Buer's forehead, his face grew paler, and the worry in his eyes deepened.

Just as he was about to lose his patience—

“Buzz—”

The ten thousand soul banner suddenly erupted with a blinding black light!

The deep crack trembled violently, and a figure stumbled out—it was Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan.

He was covered in blood, his moon-white robe stained with black Devilish Qi and crimson blood. There was a wound on his left arm deep enough to see the bone, and blood dripped onto the ground from his fingers with a hissing sound.

But the most eye-catching thing was the ball of dim light in his hand.

It was an illusory figure, semi-transparent like a reflection in water, blurred and unclear.

But one could vaguely see a middle-aged man with a resolute face and a tall build, somewhat resembling Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan.

Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan put away the remnant soul and bowed to Shen Qingyuan in thanks. “Thank you for fulfilling my wish, Senior.”

Saying this, he reached out with a beckoning gesture.

The wooden box in Sun Buer's arms flew out, and various Spirit Materials were taken out.

Ten-thousand-year Lingzhi, Thousand-year He Shou Wu, Dragon Blood Grass, Phoenix Tail Flower, Flood Dragon Meat, Black Tortoise Essence...

A dazzling array, shrouded in Spiritual Qi; every single one was a rare treasure.

Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan formed hand seals, and profound, complex runes surged from his fingertips, sinking into the Spirit Materials hovering in mid-air.

The Ten-thousand-year Lingzhi was the first to glow. Faint golden patterns appeared on the surface of the ivory-white Lingzhi like Meridians, guiding the Spiritual Qi from within.

The Thousand-year He Shou Wu followed closely. Emerald-green light burst from it, intertwining with the golden light of the Ten-thousand-year Lingzhi to form a magnificent picture.

Dragon Blood Grass was red as blood, Phoenix Tail Flower was blazing like fire, Flood Dragon Meat was crystal clear, and Black Tortoise Essence was as solid as jade...

Under Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan's control, over a hundred kinds of Spirit Materials were arranged, fused, and evolved according to a certain profound law.

“Combine!”

Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan shouted softly and slammed his hands together.

Over a hundred Spirit Materials erupted with blinding light simultaneously. Various colors intertwined, condensing into a brilliant rainbow above Wutong Garden.

Luo Qingyue's gaze fell on Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan's back, a strange light flashing in her cold eyes.

nine heavens immortal spirit feast.

The top Spirit Cuisine of the Taotie Pavilion.

She had studied the Taotie Pavilion's spirit cuisine manual and was naturally not unfamiliar with this nine heavens immortal spirit feast.

Just by observing Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan's techniques, she gained some insights.

After a long time, Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan waved his hand, the light dissipated, and nine dishes of Spirit Cuisine had appeared on the stone table.

Every dish was exquisitely crafted, perfect in color, aroma, and taste, emitting dense Spiritual Qi and dao rhyme.

“nine heavens immortal spirit feast... It really is the nine heavens immortal spirit feast! I have lived for over three thousand years, and this is the first time I've seen this Spirit Cuisine with my own eyes!”

Old Turtle swallowed hard, his murky old eyes full of wonder.

The nine heavens immortal spirit feast, the top Spirit Cuisine of the Taotie Pavilion—it was said that every dish was prepared using Spirit Medicine and Yao Beast Materials of the ninth grade or higher, containing extremely dense Spiritual Qi and dao rhyme.

Even a Saint Realm expert would benefit greatly from eating a single meal.

There were even rumors that an Asking Dao Realm Peak expert once sought a nine heavens immortal spirit feast and attained enlightenment to become a Saint after eating it!

However, Spirit Cuisine of this level was extremely difficult to make, and the required Materials were exceedingly rare. The entire Southern Region hadn't seen a trace of the nine heavens immortal spirit feast for over a thousand years.

Now, he was actually fortunate enough to see it!

“The nine heavens immortal spirit feast, all nine dishes are ready.”

Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan took a deep breath and bowed, his voice trembling slightly. “This Junior's skills are crude; I hope Senior will accept this.”

Shen Qingyuan looked at the table full of Spirit Cuisine and nodded slightly.

“Not bad. You've put in effort.”

Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Luo Qingyue, and cupped his fists. “Then this Junior will not disturb you further.”

With that, he led Sun Buer toward the exit of the courtyard.

Upon leaving the Shen Family, Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan paused slightly.

He stood outside the Shen Mansion, looked back toward Wutong Garden, and a look of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

“Second Uncle, what's wrong?” Sun Buer looked at him in confusion.

Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan was silent for a moment, then asked suspiciously, “The woman beside Senior—do you know her?”

“Oh!” Sun Buer understood. “Second Uncle is talking about Fairy Qingyue, right? She used to be the number one Prodigy of the Southern Region.”

“Fairy Qingyue?” Pavilion Master Sun Daoxuan was thoughtful.

The one who secretly sneaked into the Taotie Pavilion three years ago... it was her, wasn't it?

Although he had his suspicions, it was impossible for him to go and verify them.

Since Fairy Qingyue was with that Senior, even if it really was her three years ago, what could be done?

He thought no more of it and left the Shen Family with Sun Buer.

Just as the two turned the street corner, two figures appeared at the entrance of the Shen Family.

One was a white-haired old man with a thin face and white hair and beard, wearing a simple green Daoist robe. Great Dao runes faintly flowed around him, and his aura was as deep as an abyss.

The other was a majestic-looking old man, tall with a ruddy complexion, wearing a dark blue robe.

They were Saint Xutian and Great Elder Yun Zhongzi.

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi looked at the plaque of the Shen Family, his expression somewhat bewildered.

“Old Ancestor, the Senior you mentioned is in the Shen Family?”

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