5: Chapter 3 The Fall of Yunzhong’s Immortal Gate 5: Chapter 3 The Fall of Yunzhong’s Immortal Gate White clouds roam the edge of the sky, and in a blink, I’ve entered into a thousand layers of mountains.
Li Ping’an closed his eyes, and upon reopening them after sleeping for half a day, he found himself directly within the immortal gates.
In his eyes, this was somewhat regrettable.
Because there was no sense of ceremony.
At this moment, Li Ping’an was looking northward, gazing in the direction the middle-aged female Daoist had pointed to before leaving.
There, shrouded in dense fog, were the multilayered mountains where occasionally a beam of golden light shone through, probably the immortals of the sect investigating his father’s destiny.
Faintly, Li Ping’an could also hear deep and resounding calls:
“Quickly, call the ancestral master!
This common merchant appears to have the stature of a Golden Immortal!
Supreme fortune indeed!”
‘Common merchant’ must refer to his own father.
Soon another call came:
“Quick, summon the great forebear!
Supreme fortune!
An immortal of East Continent has such supreme destiny!”
Beams of flowing light converged towards the main hall.
“Hurry and invite the founding forebear!
What are you dawdling for?”
It seems…
his father had caused quite a stir…
No, that’s not it!
Things are a bit chaotic; let’s sort this out.
The current situation was completely beyond his control.
At this moment, Li Ping’an actually felt like crying but had no tears.
He thought back to the past two years, how diligently he had strived to join the outer sect of Wanyun Sect, the efforts, and treasures he had spent, only for things to turn out like this…
His own father possessed supreme fortune and outstanding cultivation talent, a rare prodigy in the cultivation world that comes around once in ten thousand years!
If he had known this would happen, why would he have exerted any effort at all?
According to the female Daoist who brought him to Wanyun Sect, this area is the front mountain of Wanyun Sect, where newly joined disciples must pass through Liuyun Pavilion at mid-mountain.
The female Daoist who had brought him back also said, with his father’s great fortune, he would certainly be vied for by various Heavenly and Golden Immortals of the Wanyun Sect.
He need not worry, for if his father could cultivate the Golden Immortal Great Way, he too would enjoy the blessings and protection.
Li Ping’an gave a wry smile, with his hands behind his back, he gazed at the main peak of the sect’s core where his father resided, his eyes deep and sighing softly.
He had come to understand something—the cultivation opportunity of his father was not his own;
This was not a vast family wealth that one could simply sit back and watch dwindle away.
His father’s top-notch qualifications and destiny, as far as Li Ping’an was concerned, the greatest benefit was that he need not be apart from his father in the future.
They could walk the path of cultivation together and look after each other within the Wanyun Sect.
The problem now was his own slightly challenging cultivation path.
Li Ping’an quickly adjusted his state of mind, looked up, and saw the stone path beneath his feet winding into the clouds and leading straight to the mountain top.
Cultivation!
Li Ping’an rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to ascend.
After less than a hundred steps, he could see the flying eaves of the mountain daoist temple.
Li Ping’an’s spirits were high, and without feeling tired, he wanted to reach the top in one go.
Halfway up, a deep and profound middle-aged voice suddenly echoed in Li Ping’an’s ear:
“Li Ping’an?”
Li Ping’an turned his head to look around, but could not see the speaker.
The middle-aged man’s voice spoke at a slower pace:
“This is a voice transmission; no need to
The Liuyun Hall’s back courtyard was quite spacious, with many small houses and courtyards, housing over thirty young boys and girls.
Li Ping’an chatted with Minister Weiyen and learned that most of the little disciples here were between seven and twelve years old, so he gave up the idea of making a few friends.
Minister Weiyen selected a relatively clean small courtyard for Li Ping’an.
Minister Weiyen laughed, “The kid who used to live here got lucky and was chosen by an inner elder to tend the pill furnaces.
You can stay here; maybe you’ll catch some of that luck!”
“Thank you, daoist,”
“Hmm, take this,”
Minister Weiyen pulled out a bundle of bamboo slips from his sleeve.
“This is the foundational litany of Wanyun Sect’s cultivation methods, the basics for starting Qi cultivation.
Every disciple who enters Liuyun Hall gets one,”
A heritage of immortal teachings!
Cultivation methods!
Li Ping’an heart grew fervent, as he held the bamboo slips in both hands.
“Don’t tell Chen Gongmin poor me didn’t look after you.
Giving you this is also like forming a good connection,”
Minister Weiyen then took out a scroll from his sleeve:
“This is the visualization chart of the basic incantations of our sect.
If you can’t read, then ponder this chart on your own, and if you don’t understand something, try to comprehend it on your own, and if you still can’t get it, ask me after three months,”
“Thank you, daoist!”
“Don’t mention it; you’ve been thanking me all the way, no need for so much formality,”
Minister Weiyen stretched and turned to leave, his figure becoming indistinct a few yards away, raising his hand to give a wave.
“Freedom is what’s most abundant in the mountains.
“Why should we Qi cultivators restrain ourselves so much!”
Li Ping’an bowed respectfully and watched the direction in which Minister Weiyen disappeared, exhaling softly.
The night breeze was cool.
He turned, pushed open the door to his room, looked over the simple and clean layout inside, closed the door, hurried to the side of the bamboo bed, and under the bright light of a magic artifact lantern on the wall, he carefully opened the bamboo slips and the visualization chart, examining them closely.
The bamboo slip contained several hundred words of the litany.
Li Ping’an read it through once and felt as if he had gleaned something, but it was like looking at flowers through the fog, elusive and unclear.
At the center of the visualization chart was a flowing cloud, with the meditative posture drawn thoughtfully below, as well as instructions on how to guide the first strand of ‘primordial energy’ once it manifests inside the body.
With this visualization chart, progress would indeed be twice as fast with half the effort.
Li Ping’an felt even more grateful to Minister Weiyen, but pityingly, this gratitude lasted only until the next morning.
——He got up and walked around the back courtyard of the temple and found that all Liuyun Hall disciples had the same visualization chart hanging inside their rooms.
…
And so, Li Ping’an settled down at Liuyun Hall for the time being, beginning his initial befuddlement in cultivation.
He was out of touch with news and had no idea of the storm his father had caused in Wanyun Sect.
At the moment when Li Ping’an officially began his cultivation;
Wanyun’s main peak;
Within Yunxian Hall.
Chapter 5: 5 3 The Fall of Yunzhong's Immortal Gate
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