Chapter 592: The Dao Companion Ceremony, Heading to Jinyang Sect!

Bai Ling’s breakthrough to Foundation Establishment did not have a significant impact on Bi Lake Mountain.

Or to put it another way, only Lu Changsheng, Ling Zixiao, Lu Miaoge, Lu Miaoyun, and a few others were aware of this development.

Few knew that this girl, who usually seemed timid and preoccupied with her cultivation, lacking a sense of presence, had now become a Foundation Building Great Cultivator.

After Bai Ling’s breakthrough, Lu Changsheng assigned her the task of nurturing the Blackwater Dragon Spirit Weapon.

She was to find Hong Lian every ten to fifteen days and use the mana of the black dragon to nurture the Dao Soldier.

Inside the cave dwelling of Changsheng Hall,

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“Extract!”

Lu Changsheng looked at the imperial syrup in the System Space, and his Mental Spirit stirred slightly.

Instantly, a basin-sized stone trough appeared.

It contained a viscous liquid with a golden sheen.

This liquid looked as if it had life, sometimes shining brilliantly like flowing light and at times moving quietly like a stream, emanating a rich scent of vitality.

“So this is the imperial syrup…”

Lu Changsheng examined the imperial syrup in the stone trough.

Through the system, he knew that this substance was formed gradually when the essence of the moonlight during the Gengshen night converged with the milky fluid from millennium clock stones.

The basin of imperial syrup before him was incredibly rare, requiring at least hundreds of years to form.

“Speaking of which, I wonder if this imperial syrup has any effect on Zi Xiao’s Dragon Roar Physique…”

Lu Changsheng murmured to himself, thinking of Ling Zixiao’s condition.

Ling Zixiao’s Dragon Roar Physique was currently quite stable.

But as she began cultivation, the issue was bound to re-emerge.

Though it was possible to suppress it by plundering the Origin Source with the ‘Dragon Invocation Technique’.

From his previous hands-on experience, he knew the plundering was extraordinarily dangerous due to the potential backlash from the Dragon Roar Origin.

It had to be suppressed by some cold object, much like Nangong Mili’s ‘Profound Yin Jade Liquid’ from before.

“It’s best to store some as a precaution.”

After pondering for a moment, Lu Changsheng took out a purple jade gourd and filled it with nearly half of the imperial syrup.@@novelbin@@

Through the system, he knew humans could consume the imperial syrup to aid in mana recovery and cultivation level enhancement.

However, the effects were not as substantial as the improvement it offered to demons, ghosts, and other malign beings.

“Since Xi Yue has a Moonlight Spirit Body, maybe this imperial syrup has some benefits for her too…”

Lu Changsheng thought of Xiao Xiyue’s condition, contemplating to himself.

By this count, the amount of imperial syrup he had might not be enough to share.

“Sigh!”

He exhaled and called out, “Mount Sumeru!”

“Master.”

The ethereal voice of Mount Sumeru echoed.

Although Lu Changsheng was in the confined space of his cave dwelling,

as long as he was in the Mount Sumeru Cave Heaven, Mount Sumeru could be everywhere.

As soon as Lu Changsheng called out, it could immediately sense and respond.

“This imperial syrup should be helpful to you, take it.”

“If this amount of imperial syrup is enough for you to nurture an accompanying Spirit Plant, then try to cultivate a Third Rank one,” Lu Changsheng directed Mount Sumeru. 𝙍𝔞Ŋ𝘰ʙÈ𝓢

No matter what, he thought to maximize the effects and use it to improve Mount Sumeru.

“Thank you, master.”

Mount Sumeru’s voice was soft and pure in its gratitude, lacking any emotion of coquetry.

“This imperial syrup, mainly used to enhance spirituality for demon beasts and plants, I wonder if it can help Mount Sumeru make a notable improvement in its spirituality,” Lu Changsheng suddenly thought.

As a True Spirit Level demon plant, Mount Sumeru’s spirituality was exceptionally high.

But compared to humans, it still lacked emotion.

He then saw a ray of golden light showering down, illuminating the imperial syrup, which Mount Sumeru began to absorb slowly.

After finishing the task, he didn’t continue his seclusion but went out to spend time with his wives and children.

Now that Ling Zixiao’s injuries had largely healed and Bai Ling, a new combatant, had joined the family, he planned to visit the Jinyang Sect in Yue Country with Lu Miaoge and Lu Miaohuan after some time to see his children who lived far away in that nation.

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In Yue Country, at the Jinyang Sect.

The Jinyang Sect was currently hosting a Sword Trial Festival, and it was bustling beneath the main peak.

Many Outer Sect and Inner Sect disciples were participating or waiting, and countless disciples who weren’t competing also gathered to spectate.

Even if they weren’t competing, joining the excitement and witnessing other cultivators’ battles could broaden their horizons and yield gains.

“Hu hu hu—”

“Peng peng peng—”

“Qiang qiang qiang—”

On three spell formation arenas, each dozens of feet wide, disciples were engaged in combat.

Above each arena, Executors and elders sat high up, ready to intervene in case participants couldn’t hold back and accidentally caused a fatality during the fray.

After all, such festivals were designed to temper disciples, and naturally, they didn’t wish to see casualties.

“Xu Rong is too hesitant and indecisive, and she’s going to lose,” Lu Qingshan and his sister Lu Qingzhu, seated at the competitors’ area of Tian Yuan Peak, commented as they watched the central arena.

“Huh?”

Lu Qingzhu perked up upon hearing her brother’s words, watched the central arena intently, and tilted her head, unsure of how he had reached his conclusion.

However, shortly thereafter, a female cultivator of modest beauty dressed in Jinyang Sect robes flew backward and crashed against the arena’s spell formation barrier following her opponent’s offensive.

“How about that, little Zhu, was I not right?”

Lu Qingshan wore a slightly smug expression.

“Mmm-hmm, brother is amazing!”

Lu Qingzhu looked surprised before vigorously nodding her head, eliciting hearty laughter from Lu Qingshan.

“Tian Ji Peak’s Zhao Guang wins!”

At that moment, the high-up Executor in charge of supervising the competition announced the result.

The youth known as Zhao Guang bowed to the air above before stepping down from the arena.

The fallen female cultivator was taken to receive medical attention as per the arrangement by the medics at the side of the stage.

“Jin Yun Peak’s Yin Yan, Tian Yuan Peak’s Lu Qingshan!”