The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

Chapter 341: Chapter 283: A banquet even more grand than the Flat Peach Festival.

Translator: 549690339

A few moments later.

When the three Old Heavenly Masters stepped into the mountain, they were also quite shocked.

Of course, these details need not be elaborated.

After Xuanqing settled the three Old Heavenly Masters at the same table as Great Immortal Zhenyuan, he found that Black Wind Mountain had welcomed several more guests.

One of the guests… well… wasn’t a person but a cow!

“Moo~”

With a cow’s head and a human’s body, its face was azure, wearing leather armor, and even with an iron ring on its wrist.

Upon seeing this scene,

Xuanqing apologized to the guests before going out to greet the newcomer.

“Greetings, Senior Brother Qing Niu!”

“Moo- Sir asked me to bring you something.”

Old Cow spoke in a deep voice, not saying much, and directly took out a small jade bottle and a jade slip from his bosom.

After doing what Sir had asked, the old cow turned around and left.

“Ah, Senior Brother Qing Niu, what is this…”

Looking at the small jade bottle and jade slip floating in front of him, and the hastily departing Old Cow.

Xuanqing sighed bitterly and murmured helplessly, “This Senior Brother Qing Niu, in such a hurry, not even staying to eat a ginseng fruit, is it because he still remembers the enmity from the severed tail?”

Huh… could it be that he is rushing to become a demon?

A thought crossed his mind.

Counting the days-

That Fetching the Scriptures event of Shimon, after being delayed for so long, should have started by now, right?

“Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with me!”

Xuanqing shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Perhaps for the big shots of the Three Realms, this Journey to the West was a crucial event, but for him, it didn’t matter.

The Heavenly Merit the big shots sought could be easily exchanged with ingot, and as for the contest between Buddhism and Taoism during the journey, it didn’t matter cither.

After all, his base was in the real world, and this Journey to the West World was, for him, more of a place to practice for Daoism only.

Returning to the banquet.

Xuanqing warmly greeted the uppermost tables.

At the top… sat Great Immortal Zhenyuan, the Star Lords of Taiyin and Taiyang, Universal Transcendence, Fu Lu Shou, and representatives of the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother’s personal soldiers, and so on…

The table below was occupied by Star Lord Taibai, Lord Huo De, Erlang Perfected Xiansheng, Wind Lady… and other second-tier figures.

In the tables further back, were the Four Seas Dragon Kings, the three-rank and fourth-rank immortals from the Heavenly Court, the Ten Temples Yan Luo… and so on.

The last tier consisted of the land mountain gods of Black Wind Mountain, along with little demons and monsters.

It is worth mentioning that-

Qingwan, Black Bear Essence, Young Lord Bai She, Bai Ling’er… and so on, those who were Xuanqing’s confidants, were not seated.

They were responsible for replenishing the ginseng fruit or flat peaches as needed at the various tables, ensuring that everything was in order.

There was a sequence to positions to prevent chaos.

“Today, thanks to the Master of the Primordial Beginning, we secluded cultivators can gather together.”

“Hahaha, indeed, let’s toast to the Master of the Primordial Beginning!”

“Master of the Primordial Beginning, I wish you to attain the Great Dao soon. Let’s drink to this.”

Xuanqing also replied with a smile to each.

Among them-

To Great Immortal Zhenyuan, the elder who had been of immense help to him, he also specifically offered a toast.

“Great Immortal, this junior is able to have achieved such success today in no small part thanks to your help. This junior offers you a toast.” Xuanqing held the wine glass with the utmost sincerity and promised, “In the future, if there’s anything the Great Immortal needs help with, as long as it doesn’t violate any principles, even if it means sacrificing this life…”

At this point, his words paused momentarily.

“Even if I have to blow myself up, I’ll do it!”

With this remark –

Everyone’s faces were filled with astonishment, their hearts stirred, and they never expected that Daoist Xuanqing would be such a person of great loyalty and affection.

To repay his gratitude, he even pledged to forfeit his ‘life’ and ‘self-destruct.’

Keep in mind-

For ordinary mortals, casually making a promise, even if they renege on it, would at most damage their reputation.

But for cultivators like them, the deeper their cultivation, the less likely they are to make promises, because all cultivation paths share the tenet of ‘free-flowing heart.’

So… once a cultivator makes a promise, if they break it, they may suffer cultivation regression at best or be invaded by heart demons and never progress in cultivation at worst.

After hearing such words-

Grcat Immortal Zhenyuan’s eyes turned slightly red, deeply moved in his heart.

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, he stood up, placed his hands on Xuanqing’s shoulders, and said tenderly:

“Good… good child, I didn’t judge you wrongly.”

“I, too, take this opportunity to make a vow.” As he spoke, Great Immortal Zhenyuan glanced around, and then solemnly said:

“From now on, whoever is against young friend Xuanqing is against me, even if it means putting my life…”

Upon seeing this-

“No!” Xuanqing quickly grabbed Great Immortal Zhenyuan’s sleeve, wanting to stop him from making the vow.

He knew his own situation, and his life was cheap, having died twice just recently, so he dared to make such a promise.

But it was different for Elder Zhenyuan, who had only one life. He had been like a relative since he began cultivating, and he didn’t want the elder to make such a promise.

However-

The more he did this.

The more touched Great Immortal Zhenyuan was.

What a good child, not only did he make such a pledge but also tried to stop him.. How pure-hearted could he be?

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