Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 125 Awkwardness

Yang Silang wasn't surprised at all—what kind of respectable fairy would start peeping on the first meeting!

If it were a fake, it would make sense.

However, this fake seems to be much better than the real thing.

Wait a minute, does Huang Shifu's new master still count?

The situation in the air changed again.

The White Fairy possessed a leverager and emitted a shrill voice.

"Give me your life!"

Using some unknown method, she commanded the four porters to suddenly draw paper knives and guns from under their paper robes. With a flick of their wrists, the knives and guns emitted a faint red light, reflecting the sharpness of metal, and slashed at Li Xinlian, who was sitting in the sedan chair!

They brandished knives and spears, blocking Li Xinlian's front and back angles, truly intending to kill her and cut her into ten or eight pieces!

Splash...

In mid-air, Fairy Li darted out of the sedan chair without dodging or avoiding; the swords and spears that struck her were shaken into powder.

The paper dolls dared not advance any further, which indicated that their opponents were far stronger than them; they couldn't even break through their protective magic.

Li Xinlian stood with her hands behind her back in mid-air, sneering repeatedly as she swept her gaze over the crowd, speaking slowly and charmingly.

"Little girl, I just saw that your sedan chair is beautifully made and the talisman is interesting, so I came up to say hello and asked if I could buy one."

"You just killed him without saying a word!"

"Judging from your skill, you must be a disciple of the Five Talismans Sect Master, right? You should know that even your master treats me with utmost respect!"

"What does throwing you off the sky, stealing your sedan chair, and going to the meeting in your place mean compared to your attempt to kill me?"

"You ask who my name is?"

"Telling you is fine; I am none other than the Nine-Lives Celestial Maiden, Mo Xinlian!"

"Taking your magical artifact to play with is just a small punishment to teach you a lesson."

"You should be thankful you met me now, otherwise you'd be dead by now. You'd better watch yourself from now on!"

After Mo Xinlian finished speaking, a lotus leaf-shaped magical artifact appeared beneath her, carrying her into the darkness and flying away quickly, much faster than the paper sedan chair.

Yang Silang felt a tremendous magical power sweep across the air and then disappear.

Tonight's party was definitely worth it.

In the end, they created a scene involving a real and a fake fairy.

Ink Lotus?

This name sounds much better than Li Xinlian.

Who exactly is the Nine-Lives Celestial Maiden?

He looked at Pei Buqi, who also shook his head blankly. However, Huang Shouren and the others on the platform suddenly changed color, and they vaguely heard the words "demon immortal" coming from them.

Yang Silang estimated that this person must be an important figure.

However, if someone gets involved with demons, their origins are probably not legitimate. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so wicked and mischievous, acting on impulse without caring about the consequences.

Putting aside everything else.

on the platform.

Huang Shifu was completely dumbfounded. The other sons around him seemed to have moved further away from him, leaving a circle of empty space.

Fairy Li—no, it should be said that Mo Xinlian snatched Bai Qingmei away halfway, and then, under the guise of a member of the Five Talismans Sect, she tricked everyone.

You would say she's quite polite.

She was adept at social interactions and conversations with everyone, even more so than a true fairy.

Although she drank tea, she also played the piano.

Three more talented individuals were selected, and from among them, one disciple was chosen for the Five Symbols Sect.

But would Bai Qingmei recognize her actions?

It's impossible to even think about it. If Bai Qingmei were to acknowledge Huang Shifu and bring him back to the sect, wouldn't that be like a donkey pulling a millstone, going around in circles naked and humiliating?

Under the platform.

Zhu Hecheng and Su Zhixiu were originally devastated, with tears in their eyes as their friends comforted them, and they almost wanted to cry on the spot. But now that the situation had changed, the two of them felt much better for some reason and suddenly became cheerful. However, their gazes toward Huang Shifu were somewhat pitiful and sarcastic.

Yang Silang stroked his chin, pondering.

Mo Xinlian had previously hinted that Huang Shifu should leave with her immediately.

From this perspective, although this demoness acted somewhat extremely, she was not entirely reckless.

If Huang Shifu follows her, he might actually gain a chance at enlightenment.

Huang Shifu either didn't understand what the other person meant, or he did understand but was too greedy for fame and asked to stay another night. A single thought could have made all the difference in his life.

air.

Four empty-handed porters lifted the sedan chair, and without a word, sped off westward, in the exact opposite direction from the Nine-Lives Heavenly Maiden, Mo Xinlian.

Bai Qingmei, possessed by the spirit of the sedan chair, remained silent, clearly ashamed to be seen. She even prepared to run away before the sedan chair even touched the ground.

Its true form should be not far from here.

On the ground platform.

Huang Shifu suddenly jumped up, waved vigorously, and shouted with a glimmer of hope.

"Senior Sister Bai... Senior Sister Bai..."

"Look at me, look at me..."

"Although I was chosen by that demoness, everyone can testify that I have great talent and am very suitable for cultivation!"

"Please take me back inside the sect... Senior Sister!"

It would have been better if he hadn't shouted.

At her shout, the sedan chair returned. The White Fairy, controlling the paper figure, descended and slapped Huang Shifu several times, breaking a few of his teeth, showing how much she truly hated him.

"A genius?" Bai Qing sneered, "The Daoist sect has never lacked geniuses!"

"You're lucky to be able to cultivate the Tao; there are countless others who can't, and many more with far greater talent than you!"

"In other words, because you're unlucky, I don't care about your talent; I just don't like you, and if I say you're no good, then you're no good!"

"You still want to join my Five Symbols Sect? In your next life!"

Bai Qingmei was so angry that she spoke recklessly. After saying that, she seemed to realize that she had misspoke, so she controlled the paper figure to rise into the air, and the sedan chair went away without looking back.

on the platform.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief; no one had expected such a scene.

Tonight's farce isn't a disaster, it's a recommendation for the treasure book "Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions":

The White Fairy was embarrassed, and the landlords also lost face, so they looked at Huang Shifu with hostility.

Mo Xinlian is someone of great importance, someone you can't afford to offend, and right now, it seems only Huang Shifu is suitable to be this troublemaker.

"Brother..." Huang Shifu turned to Huang Shouren, grabbed his leg, and tried to ask his cousin for help, "You and the White Fairy have always been on good terms!"

"She's just in a bad mood today, isn't she?"

"Go and tell her that I won't hold a grudge. As long as my senior sister calms down, I'm willing to go to the Five Talismans Sect with her!"

Huang Shouren looked sullen, and with a slight tremor in his leg, he flicked the other man's hand away.

If it weren't for saving face, I probably would have kicked him out.

"Cousin?"

"Who do you consider yourself a member of the Huang family?"

"That person impersonating the White Fairy took a liking to you at first sight, and you still dare to say you're innocent?"

"Why did she choose you out of so many people? It's because you have a magical quality!"

Huang Shouren immediately accused Huang Shifu of fabricated crimes and labeled him a criminal.

"He's caused the death of one of my loyal servants! Guards! For Huang's sake, drag him away and cut off his arm!"

He spoke in a flat tone, as if the death of a loyal servant was like the death of a dog, or the cutting off of someone's arm was like cutting bamboo; he didn't care about anything, whether it was before or after.

Huang Shifu screamed as he was dragged away, his sleeves torn, and the silver and box office contracts he had just collected, along with an embroidered handkerchief, fell out and were scattered all over the ground. His fate was self-evident.

Many people in the crowd looked angry; these were the same people who had enthusiastically rushed forward to offer gifts, but now they felt extremely ashamed.

Unable to do anything to Mo Xinlian and Huang Shouren, they clearly took their anger out on Huang Shifu.

If you weren't so capable, would we have made a fool of ourselves?

They clearly forgot that even without Huang Shifu, there would still be Zhu Hecheng and Su Zhixiu; it would simply be the same old story being performed again.

On the platform, some people praised Huang Shouren for being worthy of being the heir of the Huang family, for his kind heart, while Huang Shifu was guilty of heinous crimes and deserved to die ten times over.

Huang Shouren waved his hand dismissively, clearly not interested in listening to any flattery.

He bowed to the crowd in greeting.

"Gentlemen, tonight's events have turned out this way due to unforeseen circumstances, contrary to our original intentions."

"However, since this involves members of the Taoist community, I urge everyone to be careful with their words, for trouble often comes from the mouth!"

"For a talented man like me from Jiangdong, it's shameful to share a drink with a swindler until midnight."

"It's getting late, and the journey back is still long, so let's all disperse..."

He clapped his hands and, along with a group of direct descendants of aristocratic families, set off. At the foot of the mountain, a group of martial arts masters and servants from several major families rushed up and neatly collected the prayer mats, tea tables, lanterns, long poles, and other items.

Even the flower archway has been removed.

In a short while, the mountaintop became bare again, showing no sign that a grand gathering of more than a hundred people had been held there.

at the foot of the mountain.

The direct descendants of the various noble families, some by carriage and some by horse, left in a matter of minutes, and those who had attached themselves to them also quickly dispersed.

Yang Silang, Pei Buqi, Yan Nanxing, and the others looked at each other. What else was there to say? Let's go down the mountain!

He glanced at the others and saw that they seemed excited, not particularly frustrated.

that's true.

Tonight's gathering is far superior to any ordinary event like Bai Qingmei's arrival, tea tasting, music playing, and then choosing one person to achieve success.

Who in this world doesn't have a bit of a gossipy streak?

It was already midnight when they returned to the martial arts hall.

Yang Silang practiced his boxing a few times before he began to practice the method of observing the gods, visualizing the image of the Ruyi Tianzun deity. The night passed in this way.

This continued for seven consecutive days.

Yang Silang only used the calming incense on the last day.

Normally, he possesses the power of rejuvenation. When he is tired, he uses this power to restore the strength of his soul, and then he cultivates to strengthen his soul.

After practicing Taoist methods several times, one can switch to martial arts, using internal visualization techniques as an aid, and constantly adjusting the size and intensity of the five streams of true energy flowing from the dantian to ensure that one's cultivation is at its best.

Over a period of seven days.

Yang Silang's soul had been trained to the point that it could freely enter and leave the body, hovering and flying freely inside the room, transforming from being able to stay outside the body for only a dozen breaths to being able to stay for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

As the last person finished inhaling the sixth stick of calming incense.

Inside the Niwan Palace, the corpse lamp grew stronger in sync, shining like stars. The soul body was only a step away from the outside, and even the "coldness" inside the room was tolerable. It was like walking in the cold winter, but wearing a cotton coat. Although it was still cold, it was still useful.

The armor that Ruyi Tianzun visualized was not merely for show; it could indeed provide a certain level of protection.

That night.

He took the wine and meat to the Wujing Pagoda.

"My dear child, what have you been busy with lately? Why haven't you come to visit your grandma for several days?"

"Hmm, you look good. It seems your soul injury has completely healed."

"How is your progress in cultivating that Taoist art?"

"So many days have passed, has the corpse lamp been lit yet?"

Yang Silang stood still and closed his eyes.

A gust of cold wind swirled around his Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, and his soul left his body.

After seven days of cultivation, his soul body, which was initially transparent when it left his body, now emits a faint blue light. The light is pure and the color is supersonic, clearly indicating that it is a proper cultivation method of the Taoist sect. This soul is about one foot tall, and it is exactly the same as Yang Silang himself, shrunk to countless times.

His divine soul and body transformed again in the heavens, eventually taking on the form of the Ruyi Heavenly Venerable.

Holy light shone brightly, and rivers of blood flowed endlessly. Above, the living beings prayed sincerely, while below, the demons wailed in agony—it all felt incredibly real.

Grandma Tianjing was taken aback when she saw this.

"Not only did they light the corpse lamp, but their souls have also become so concentrated!"

"It seems I'm only one step away from reaching the Divine Realm!"

"Alright, alright, tonight Grandma will teach you this Taoist technique, which is called the Soul Escape Technique."