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Chapter 621 - 351 He said he couldn’t cultivate immortality, and I really believed it! (Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly tickets!)

Chapter 621: 351 He said he couldn’t cultivate immortality, and I really believed it! (Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly tickets!)

Yan Tianyan had decided not to inform Qing Huo; this sword intent genius resource on Blue Star was something Qing Huo planned to enjoy alone.

Following that thought, Qing Huo, with his hands clasped behind his back, took a step forward.

With his footstep, a group of green flames unexpectedly burst forth from under his feet.

He stood atop the green flame, striding through the air, as his black-clad figure rose straight to the summit of Heavenly Pool Peak.

Elsewhere, within Qingyun Mountain, Taoist Jing Xuan and the others also received the notification from the Heavenly Master Gathering Light Talisman.

Since Qin Hao assumed the role of Purple Robed Heavenly Master of Qingyun Mountain, he had never used this talisman.

This was the first time he had used it; Taoist Jing Xuan, Jing Feng, and the other Taoists understood instantly that something earth-shattering must have happened.

After all, when the Ghost Gate of the Underworld had shattered before, and countless ghosts had entered the world of the living,

and when the Light Song Clan had invaded Blue Star, causing such upheaval in the nations there, the Heavenly Master hadn’t used this talisman.

But now, he had, and one could well imagine the severity of the matter.

It must surely surpass any event before.

The level of concern must be such that it could directly affect the existence of Blue Star.

Promptly, the dozen or so Red Robed Taoists of Qingyun Mountain, even those who were in seclusion, immediately broke their retreats and followed the beacon of the Heavenly Master Gathering Light Talisman toward the location of the Heavenly Master.

At this moment, at the main entrance of the Three Pure Ones Hall on Qingyun Mountain.

A few foreign journalists were interviewing Taoist Jing Feng.

They came from various countries in Western Europe and wielded no small influence in their respective nations.

Indeed, after the Light Song Clan incident, the Purple Robed Cultivator from Dragon Country had become a global focal point.

Cultivators from Dragon Country had gradually garnered worldwide attention.

The name of Qingyun Mountain had also been moved from behind the scenes to the center stage.

People in Dragon Country surely knew long ago about Qingyun Mountain and the various deeds of the many Red Robed Taoists and the Heavenly Master.

But many foreigners outside of Dragon Country knew little about Qingyun Mountain or the Red Robed Taoists and the Heavenly Master’s affairs.

Therefore, after the Light Song Clan incident, batches of foreign journalists flooded into the country, wishing to interview the Taoists of Qingyun Mountain and broadcast back to their homeland.

They wanted their countrymen to also understand this mysterious sect of cultivators from Dragon Country.

Taoist Jing Feng had also been run ragged by these foreign journalists during this time.

Qingyun Mountain was already very popular in Dragon Country.

There were already many tourists who came to offer incense and worship daily,

The yellow and blue-robed disciples as well as volunteers of Qingyun Mountain, who were originally just about managing to handle the domestic tourists, now had to animate zombies as tour guides to receive visitors under necessary circumstances.

Now that a big group of foreigners had arrived, they were completely understaffed.

Taoist Jing Feng and this group of Red Robed Taoists had all been pulled out to meet guests.

Being chased daily for interviews by a horde of overseas journalists was giving Taoist Jing Feng a massive headache.

Overseas journalist: "Taoist Jing Feng, may I ask how many years have you been a Red Robed Taoist?"

Taoist Jing Feng: "It’s been about forty years or so."

"How old were you when you began your cultivation?"

Taoist Jing Feng: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, I entered Qingyun Mountain to cultivate when I was ten, diligently studying Taoist scriptures daily, and it’s been eighty-six years now."

An overseas journalist asked, "I’ve heard within Qingyun Mountain that cultivators are divided into different realms such as Qi Refining Realm, Foundation Establishment Realm, Golden Core Realm, Nascent Soul Realm... So, what realm are the Red Robed strong practitioners at Qingyun Mountain at?"

Taoist Jing Feng: "..."

Taoist Jing Feng almost rolled his eyes skyward.

These darn foreigners, what kind of questions are you daring to ask!

With you asking this kind of question, do you think I will answer you?

It’s like interviewing a CEO of a listed company, asking them to show their core files and detailed tax documents.

You go and ask the neighboring Russian president how many nuclear weapons their country exactly has.

Do you think these are things they can make public?

Was the journalist who asked this question an idiot, or did they think those of us from Qingyun Mountain wearing Red Robes are all fools?

Even if we take a step back, if I told you my realm, what could you possibly do with that information?

Could you defeat a Nascent Soul?

Or could you overcome their Heavenly Master, that Purple Robed existence who is capable of Divinity Transformation and Returning to Void?

Asking such questions is really tedious.

Seeing Taoist Jing Feng refuse to answer this question, the overseas journalist who had asked felt somewhat embarrassed.

Soon after, another journalist stepped in to alleviate the awkwardness with a new question.

"So, Taoist Jing Feng, may I ask how much time you spend on your daily cultivation? The higher the realm of a cultivator, the longer the cultivation time should be, right?"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Jing Feng became even more vexed.

Do you really have the audacity to ask this question?

Normally, when there weren’t many tourists, I’d still have time for cultivation.

But now, due to your constant pestering, I hardly have any time left for cultivation.

Taoist Jing Feng no longer wanted to deal with these overseas journalists.

They were truly annoying.

Furthermore, several of them did not even speak the language of Dragon Country; who knew what they were saying with their incomprehensible mutterings?

Taoist Jing Feng simply said, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me be clear, Qingyun Mountain is not as mysterious as you imagine. In fact, very few people here understand cultivation; only the Heavenly Master is a true cultivator.

Those of us in Red Robes, including those in Yellow Robes and Blue Garments, are just ordinary people. We normally only take care of striking the Wooden Fish and reciting Taoist Scriptures. If you have questions about cultivators, you should ask the Heavenly Master, not bother me anymore!"

Taoist Jing Feng declared himself to be over ninety years old.

Was his life not hard enough?

How many years did he have left?

Surrounded by people bombarding him with questions, he simply couldn’t stand it anymore.

He laid it all straight out then left with a swish of his robes.

Behind him, he left a crowd of overseas journalists with dumbfounded expressions.

The overseas journalists looked at each other, bewildered.

The Red Robed Taoist from Qingyun Mountain claims he doesn’t know cultivation, isn’t a cultivator, and only knows how to strike the Wooden Fish and chant Taoist Scriptures?

Qingyun Mountain only has one cultivator, the Heavenly Master?

Is that really true?

He isn’t really a cultivator, right?

An overseas journalist said, "When the alien civilization invaded Blue Star, it seemed indeed to be the Purple Robed Taoist from Dragon Country who took action alone; it appears that no one else within Qingyun Mountain lent a hand."

"I’ve heard a saying in Dragon Country: ’A monk does not speak falsely; those who do will fall into Avici Hell.’ This means that a monk does not tell lies and if he does, after death he will fall into Avici Hell. That must be true, right?"

"I’ve heard that saying too, but it doesn’t seem to be spoken by Taoists, right?"

"Who cares if it was said by a Taoist? Taoists seem to be monks too; it must be true. And this old Taoist looks to be over ninety, he doesn’t appear to be someone knowledgeable in cultivation."

"So, we’ve been interviewing an ordinary person all this time? What a waste of time, let’s go."

The group of overseas journalists was greatly disappointed.

Overseas journalist: This old man obviously doesn’t know about immortality!

Just as they were about to turn and leave,

the next second, Taoist Jing Feng seemed to sense something. He looked up to see a Golden Light Talisman flying overhead, and as the talisman passed, it was accompanied by the sound of wind chimes.

Taoist Jing Feng’s eyebrows furrowed: "Heavenly Master Gathering Light Talisman?"

This talisman’s appearance signified a summons from the Heavenly Master.

It appeared that something major had occurred.

Taoist Jing Feng didn’t dare to delay for even a moment.

The next second, he pressed his foot to the ground, and his entire being transformed into a streak of golden light shooting towards the heavens.

This left the group of overseas journalists who were just about to leave downright baffled.

They had turned off their cameras, and you just turn into golden light and fly away?

What happened to the ordinary person you claimed to be?

These days, even old men fool people, right?

Overseas journalist: He said he didn’t practice immortality, and I damn well believed him!

Watching the group of overseas journalists with their dumbfounded expressions,

nearby, many tourists from Dragon Country couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.

A Taoist’s mouth, a deceiving ghost.

The Taoists of Qingyun Mountain used to deny their status as cultivators just as stubbornly.

After so many years, the Taoists still have tongues as tough as ever!

And these foreigners are really naive.

You believe anything Taoist Jing Feng says, huh? One says it, the other believes it!