Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 302 - 283: Fellow Disciples Meet

Time passes.

In the blink of an eye, three more years have gone by.

Today,

streaks of light appear in the sky, stretching across the horizon.

An overwhelming aura blankets the skies, causing fear among all living beings on the stars below.

"So many Immortal Gods!"

"Immortal Gods! Those are the Heavenly Immortals!"

"The descent of the Immortal Gods, our Great Ming is saved!"

…

On Two Pole Star, countless beings, frightened or excited, continuously kneel and worship the Immortal Gods.

To a Jiedan True Man, the beings of Two Pole Star were as insignificant as ants.

Even the strongest Martial Saint was merely at the level of Foundation Establishment and Body Tempering. The Jiedan Realm was far beyond his reach. A True Man could suppress countless beings with a mere wave of his hand.

He would not bother to pay attention.

At this moment, above the star, there is a sky full of True Men.

The Immortal Gods in the eyes of mortals.

Members of the Upper Origin Palace occupied a place, evolving eight realms and sceneries to compete for a slot in the Two Pole Universe Light Disk.

Members of the Qingyun Sect gathered, evolving the Thunder Purgatory.

Great Xumi Mountain's lost Supreme Treasure brought together old monks who, with flashing Divine Light, jointly evolved the Great Xumi Wuxiang Divine Light.

Other sects' True Men and Independent Practitioners also displayed their powers.

The glow in the sky intensified the fear and fervor of the beings on the star below.

Among the True Men,

the Eight Sceneries Tower stood solid like an ancient mountain, settled amidst the clouds with sixteen True Men including the Guangyuan Four Immortals seated at its pavilion. Their presence was deep as an abyss; the Four Immortals swept their gazes around, overlooking the stars.

"Master hasn't arrived."

Surveying around, Lin Ye felt somewhat disheartened.

According to the years counted, the emergence of the Two Pole Universe Light Disk was imminent. True Men from various sects and Independent Practitioners gathered on Fengyue Star, yet only Lu Qingfeng was nowhere to be seen.

"It's not the hour yet."

Lin Feng comfortingly said from the side.

His gaze fell towards the direction of Abandoned Mountain and Treasure Mountain area—

Discarded Magic Artifacts piled up like a mountain, just as in the past.

He shook his head.

Disappointment also evident in his eyes.

Wen Guang beside him said in an elder's voice, "The Two Pole Universe Light Disk has not emerged yet; no need to rush. Master will definitely come. I'm going to check out Treasure Mountain first; I'm curious about how my Great Yu Dynasty is now."

Saying so,

he leapt from the Eight Sceneries Tower, plunging towards where Abandoned Mountain was located.

"Big Brother, I'll go down and take a look."

Zhang Yang told Lin Feng.

Having not returned to Fengyue Star for a long time, he inevitably missed the familiar place.

"Hmm."

Lin Feng nodded.

Only then did Zhang Yang jump out of the Eight Sceneries Tower, plummeting towards the star.

Seeing this, Lin Ye hurriedly said, "Little Junior Brother, wait for me."

Without even bidding farewell to his Big Brother, he chased after.

Lin Feng sat in the Eight Sceneries Tower, commanding the Guangyuan Immortal Sect's forces, calmly waiting for the emergence of the Two Pole Universe Light Disk without moving.

Below.

Wen Guang was the first to land.

Surveying around, the terrain, once familiar, was now completely ravaged by the incessantly discarded Magic Artifacts over hundreds of years.

Only the mighty Azure Dragon River still surged, awakening distant memories in Wen Guang.

Suddenly!

Suddenly!

Gazing at the Azure Dragon River, two figures descended from the sky, landing beside Wen Guang by the shore of the Azure Dragon River.

"Senior Sister, Junior Brother, you've also come."

Wen Guang grinned at Lin Ye and Zhang Yang.

"It's been a long time since we were last here."

Lin Ye looked around; the terrain of Abandoned Mountain was perpetually changing, but the numerous discarded Magic Artifacts piled up still felt familiar. Back then, following behind Master, cultivating Cultivation Techniques, and studying Alchemy were the most relaxed and joyful days of her life.

Time flows on.

It never returns.

Staring at the vast river, Lin Ye turned her head to Zhang Yang, who was suppressing a smile, and said, "Back then, it was by the Azure Dragon River where Master found Little Junior Brother. Haha, back then, the Junior Brother, helpless as a tied-up chicken, was fishing by the shore with a bamboo pole, almost got eaten by the giant shrimps raised by Master."

Lin Ye reminisced about the past.

Even Zhang Yang's usually calm face couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile.

Back then,

had it not been for Master's rescue, he would have long perished in the vast Azure Dragon River, and would never have achieved what he had today. Looking at the Azure Dragon River, both Lin Ye and Wen Guang felt less than what Zhang Yang felt.

Back then when he became a disciple of the renowned 'Guangyuan Wanderer', it envied martial artists from all around. Following Master's orders to search for spiritual shrimps and crabs along the sections of Azure Dragon River in a small boat, wearing a rush raincoat and a bamboo hat, he was known as 'Fisherman'.

Most of the time, he drifted along the river.

Now thinking back, it was quite interesting.

The three True Men stood by the river.

Not far behind them,

a clear-eyed girl in gray and a rough-looking young man holding a steel fork hid in the shadows, observing the three people.

The girl suppressed her voice, still clear and crisp, her face full of tension, "They seem to have come down from the sky, could they be Heavenly Immortals descended to the mortal world?"

"Humph!"

"Which of the Heavenly Immortal Gods can compare to our old master?"

The young man snorted softly, also lowering his voice, secretly said, "Let's keep an eye on them first, it's better to report back when the old master leaves seclusion. It's quite abnormal that so many strange people came from the sky today."

"Mm-hmm."

The girl nodded vigorously, clearly agreeing.

They whispered softly.

Observing in the dark.

However, in the next moment, out of the corner of her eye, the girl spotted a figure in blue, who had appeared before her unnoticed—

"Ah!"

She screamed in fright, her body transformed, and she directly turned into a palm-sized bird, fluttering her wings about to fly away. The youth with thick eyebrows standing beside her was much calmer. He grasped his steel fork and fiercely struck at the newcomer, then turned and leaped into the air, transforming into a muscular cheetah and started to flee with agile steps.

"Ah?"

"Yellow Robe True Skill?"

A deep voice came from the air, revealing three parts surprise and seven parts joy.

The cheetah looked back and saw a giant man, like an overlord, with eyes wide as copper bells, staring straight at him, which sent a chill down his spine.

...

"My name is Mountain Wind."

"My name is Lark."

Mountain Wind, with his thick eyebrows and a naive look, feared neither heaven nor earth. Lark looked frail and timid, standing behind Mountain Wind.

"Mountain Wind."

"Lark."

Lin Ye looked at the two, his face full of smiles.

Wen Guang's eyes were eager, trying hard to suppress it, his lips curled into an ugly grin, trying to look friendly but instead, it made him appear even more sinister.

Zhang Yang stood quietly, his gaze constantly on the two.

Mountain Wind, with his neck stiff and eyes full of vigilance, said, "How do you prove you are the lord's disciples?"

As he spoke.

He slightly moved half a step to shield Lark more securely, raised his voice, "We've followed the lord for three years, never heard the lord mention any disciples, who knows if you are deceiving us!"

"Pfft!"

Seeing Mountain Wind's expression, Lin Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Whish!

Mountain Wind's slightly childish face instantly turned red, from his forehead down to his neck. Suppressing his anger, his eyes glared at the female cultivator who was not as tall as him, and said furiously, "Laugh what! Without clarification today, even if we die, we won't tell you where the lord is!"

"That's right."

"Would rather die than tell."

Lark poked her head out from behind Mountain Wind, her little face puffed up in agreement, seeing the gazes of Lin Ye and the others moving toward her, she quickly ducked back.

Her little face flushed red.

"Since the master has taught both of you the cultivation technique, you are our junior brother and sister."

"Don't be nervous, we absolutely mean no harm."

Seeing his Senior Sister keep laughing, the Third Senior Brother seemed about to move. Zhang Yang, with no change in expression, stepped forward, took over the conversation, "Why not sit down, chat casually, and wait for the master to come out of seclusion. You'll then naturally see the truth."

"How about that?"

Zhang Yang looked towards Mountain Wind and Lark, although his face was calm, his eyes revealed closeness.

It has been eight or nine hundred years since he became a disciple.

Ever since the master took him in, he had not accepted any other disciples. Now that there are two more junior brother and sister, Zhang Yang felt joy in his heart. Although he was cold-natured, he knew the warmth of human relations. Seeing that the two were innocent and frightened, he tried to soothe them.

Mountain Wind looked at the young white-haired fisherman in front of him, also feeling closeness, and heavily nodded, "Then alright. The lord's divine skills are vast. If you are imposters, you'll have a hard time."

"The master's divine skills indeed surpass us countless times."

Zhang Yang nodded.

Hearing this, Mountain Wind's face immediately showed a look of awe.

"You silly boy, are you truly naive? We both practice the 'Yellow Robe True Skill,' how can there be any doubt?!"

Wen Guang, unable to stand such naivety, his true essence surged, his yellow robe added to his body, his aura imposing.

Mountain Wind and Lark were so overwhelmed by the aura they nearly fell to the ground.

"Third Senior Brother, don't hurt them."

Zhang Yang's straw raincoat trembled slightly, dispelling the imposing aura. Mountain Wind and Lark then stood steady, the former full of anger, the latter still frightened.

"I—"

Wen Guang was about to argue.

Suddenly.

Not far from within, coming from deep within the earth, red and white lights soared towards the sky, breaking through the earth, piercing the heavens.

"This is—"

"Two Pole Universe Light Disk!"

Wen Guang, Zhang Yang, and Lin Ye looked at each other and exclaimed in unison.

...

Deep within the earth.

"It's done!"

Lu Qingfeng was seated with a compass floating in front of him.

Spending three years, he finally initially refined the Two Pole Universe Light Disk, able to unleash part of its power.

"Let's test the might of controlling the Two Pole Magnetic Power."

Lu Qingfeng stood up, intending to try.

With one hand, he grabbed the magic artifact in the air, true essence poured in.

Instantly, he felt the overwhelming power accumulated over four thousand eight hundred years within the Two Pole Universe Light Disk, with a thought—

"Five Intentions Aurora!"

In the heavens and earth, a beam of light shot straight to the sky, triggering the changes in Two Pole Star, rays of aurora blasted tens of thousands of feet high, entirely covering the Two Pole Star.

All the True Men were covered, each controlling true skills and magic artifacts around them.

The aurora's coverage was too vast, its power limited.

True Men intended to resist, their true essence as stable as Mount Tai.

Among the stars, all living beings who practiced, followed the path of martial arts, had no true essence within them, thus, were completely unaffected.

Lu Qingfeng controlled the aurora, sensing Mountain Wind and Lark's location.

Seeing the two were protected by Lin Ye and others.

A smile curled on his lips, he dispersed the techniques in his hand, focusing on controlling the aurora. The aurora illuminated, like spring rain returning everything to the origin, transforming piles of discarded magic artifacts into mountains of mines.

Revealing the mysteriousness of the magic artifacts.

No True Men fought over it.

These materials, according to the proportions provided by various True Men in terms of discarded magic artifacts, had long been divided, forming a fixed pattern. Even though Three Sects no longer had their past glory, most were still willing to follow the old rules during this journey to Fengyue Star.

Otherwise.

If Guangyuan Immortal Sect, as the sun at midday, breaks the tradition, they might only be able to follow along and get the leftovers.