Chapter 67: Chapter 67 Immortal Master
Lu Yi laughed, “Then I’ll have to trouble Senior Brother, we plan to look for tasks around the Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer.”
Although Lu Yi felt that his own strength was decent, he had no intention of taking on Foundation Establishment tasks; after all, as long as he cultivated steadily, he wasn’t lacking resources, so why pete for more?
Bai Yulong and Jiang Fan were both polishing their skills at the Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer. Based on Lu Yi’s perception, he estimated that Jiang Fan would break through soon, and Bai Yulong was slightly behind, but also close.
They were all very young, not yet twenty.
At such an age, breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm was considered upper tier in talent within the White Cloud Sect.
Three disciples of the White Cloud Sect at the Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer taking a task at the same level was not a problem.
“Do you have any specific requirements for the task?” the middle-aged cultivator asked as he flipped through the task booklet.
Lu Yi and his panions exchanged looks; they had already discussed this issue on their way there.
Lu Yi laughed, “Not too far from the White Cloud Sect, and not a task that involves collecting precious natural treasures.”
After all, they were Qi Cultivators without the ability to fly on swords, and their speed was not fast; if the distance was too great, it would waste too much time.
As for collecting tasks, these were not very dangerous but too troublesome. You would need to search various places, and success depended entirely on luck, also consuming a lot of time.
For the three Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer cultivators, time was money.
The middle-aged cultivator nodded slightly, flipped through the pages, and soon showed a smile. “There is a suitable task for you. Mohe Country has sent a distress call; their capital has recently been troubled by a devil cultivator at the Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer. They need sect cultivators to handle it. Junior Brother Lu Yi, what do you think of this task?”
“A Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer devil cultivator?”
Lu Yi raised his eyebrows and looked towards Jiang Fan and Bai Yulong beside him.
Jiang Fan asked, “Senior Brother, does this devil cultivator have any background?”
This was also what Lu Yi wanted to know; he certainly didn’t hope for situations where other stronger cultivators were involved.
The middle-aged cultivator went through the task booklet and spoke, “No significant background. The Mohe Country’s State Preceptor, who is also a Qi Cultivator at the Tenth Layer, had fought with that devil cultivator before seeking help. Both suffered injuries, and afterwards, the devil cultivator went into hiding. Only recently has the devil cultivator started to cause trouble again, and with the State Preceptor’s injuries not yet healed, there are no cultivators available to restrain the devil cultivator. Thus, the Monarch of Mohe Country sought our help. This devil cultivator seems to be someone who fortuitously acquired an Evil Skill; there’s nothing special about them.”
Hearing this, Lu Yi and his panions felt relieved. Indeed, there were quite a few cultivators who turned to the evil path after fortuitously obtaining an Evil Skill.
Some of them were originally ordinary people who suddenly gained power; their mental state bees unbalanced, and since they practiced Evil Skills, the effect on their personality was significant, making them prone to causing harm.
Every year, the White Cloud Sect handled quite a few similar tasks, and Lu Yi had encountered them during his time in the Outer Sect.
“In that case, let’s take this task,” Lu Yi laughed.
“Alright, this task is yours then,” the middle-aged cultivator smiled and spoke, “Bring out your tokens, I’ll register them for you.”
Lu Yi and his panions took out their tokens for registration.
Soon after the registration was plete, they accepted the task and then left the Affairs Hall.
After leaving the Affairs Hall, the trio went to the Inner Sect’s Spirit Beast Hall and each borrowed a Qi Cultivation Realm Unihorn Spirit Horse.
As Qi Cultivators, unable to fly through the sky, their only means of transportation was Qi Cultivation Realm beasts.
After preparing, the three rode the spiritual horses, followed the mountain road out of the Inner Sect, and reached the mountainous region of the Outer Sect.
Lu Yi had initially planned to go back and see Old Lu and his mother.
But after thinking about it, he decided it might be better to visit them after returning from the task, around the New Year; they could then spend it at home.
Thus, the trio directly left the White Cloud Sect, riding their Unihorn Spirit Horses, and sped toward Mohe Country.
The Unihorn Spiritual Horse, as a fierce beast in the Qi Cultivation Realm, naturally could not be pared to ordinary horses and was capable of traveling tens of thousands of miles in a single day.
Qingzhou was extremely vast, and the White Cloud Sect controlled dozens of kingdoms, large and small. The Great Mohe Country was not too distant, yet it was still tens of thousands of kilometers away.
Lu Yi and his two panions rode on Unihorn Spiritual Horses, stopping intermittently, and it took them a week to reach Mohe Country.
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The capital of Mohe Country was surrounded by high walls, and the city gates were heavily guarded. All moners entering or exiting had to undergo interrogation by the soldiers.
The mander of the city guard army was named Qi Ming, a burly man with a full beard.
At this moment, he was standing on the city wall, observing the line of moners below, and muttered, “There’s been little profit lately.”
His aide glanced at the many raggedly dressed moners below and shook his head, “Lord Qi, you also know that there’s been a severe drought this year, the harvest has been poor, refugees are constantly arriving from all regions, and most of the moners entering the city have little to offer unless they are merchants.”
Qi Ming snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied, “These wretches, why e to the capital if they don’t have money?”
Just then, he looked up and saw a cloud of dust rising in the distant wilderness; as a martial arts master, his eyesight was naturally sharp.
Ahead of the dust, he saw three young people in white robes, riding exotic beasts with a single horn, quickly approaching.
The sight of the exotic beast alone was enough to strike fear into the heart of Qi Ming, but what truly terrified him was the white robes worn by the three young men.
Those were the garments of Inner Sect Disciples from the White Cloud Sect!
Qi Ming’s face changed, and cold sweat ran down his forehead as he hastily said, “Quick! Prepare to wele the Immortal Masters from the White Cloud Sect! If anything goes wrong, I’ll skin you alive!”
The city guard army heard him, their faces immediately turned nervous, and they all stood up straight.
The moners entering the city, hearing that an Immortal Master was ing, displayed faces full of reverence and promptly cleared the way, not daring to block the city gate.
Qi Ming, acpanied by his aide and several city guard officers, stood at the gate, solemn-faced.
Lu Yi and his two panions, riding the Unihorn Spiritual Horses, arrived outside the city walls of the Mohe Capital and naturally noticed the city guard army.
For Lu Yi, this was not unexpected.
Within the kingdoms under the jurisdiction of the White Cloud Sect, disciples from the sect were always highly regarded, even when he had been from the Outer Sect, he had been deeply respected.
Now, as an Inner Sect Disciple, he was definitely treated with even greater awe.
Lu Yi also noted the various looks from the moners by the roadside—curiosity, reverence, admiration, and fear.
For mortals, cultivators were beings out of reach.
Mysterious, august, powerful, and fearsome.
Lu Yi glanced at the raggedly dressed moners, raised an eyebrow, observing that times were indeed tough outside this year.
After all, unlike cultivators, the environment in these countries resembled ancient times, where even a minor natural disaster could lead to many mortal deaths.
Life was always fragile.
While Lu Yi reflected, Qi Ming and the others had already bowed deeply, with Qi Ming loudly declaring, “We warmly wele the arrival of the Immortal Master from the White Cloud Sect!”
Lu Yi came back to his senses, glanced at him, and smiled, “Let us in then.”
“Yes!” Qi Ming dared not say more, quickly clearing the path, and others naturally followed suit, making way.
Lu Yi and his panions rode their Unihorn Spiritual Horses into the city gates.
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