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Chapter 430 - 393: Qingling God Monarch [Seeking Monthly Ticket]

Chapter 430: Chapter 393: Qingling God Monarch [Seeking Monthly Ticket]

Even though the thunderclouds had significantly shrunk, many unconsciously retreated.

"Boom!"

A bolt of yellow thunder struck down, filling the entire sky with the power of destruction.

"Fight!"

Suddenly, a hurried melody sounded, followed by a clear bird’s chirp.

Xu Yuyu, surrounded by three rotating light groups, merged together, forming a three-headed divine bird. The bird swelled into an immense size, encasing Xu Yuyu like a mother hen sheltering its chicks.

Thunderbolts fell one after another and the melody below became more and more hurried. Everyone could distinctly feel that the cultivator on the tribulation crossing platform was becoming unstable.

While many were anxious for him, they simultaneously looked from cloud to cloud in the sky, wishing for the tribulation to end quickly and for more thunderbolts to strike down.

At the end, under everyone’s contradictory feelings, the third wave of thunderclouds let down eight thunderbolts. The ninth one emerged, but after a long while, it dispersed without striking down.

"Alas!"

Many sighed upon this sight.

The Infant God Thunder Tribulation, also known as the 49 minor heaven tribulations, generally ranges from thirty-nine to forty-nine. If one achieves forty-nine, it shows a potential to ascend to immortality.

Below thirty-nine, the hope is relatively bleak.

If one exceeds forty-nine, reaching sixty-nine, it would be terrifying. After all, this is the number of tribulations a major cultivator could only cross. Of course, the destructive power could not possibly be the same.

But this was merely a common pattern, not a definite rule, entirely different from the matter of the Rune Seed, which determines one’s foundation.

...

With the dissipation of Thunder Tribulation, the sky began to show a unique Dao charm and bonafide spirituality.

On the tribulation crossing platform, the defensive array quietly dissolved.

Xu Yuyu, who had emerged dust-free, floated in the air. His body was enveloped by countless Dao truths and was suspended in the sky by them.

After a moment, the three birds suddenly flew into the long zither, forming a mini-sized zither, suspending before his forehead.

A small man, a foot tall, jumped out from his forehead, hugged the long zither, which was massive compared to him, and leaped into the air, paying respects to the crowd.

"Congratulations to Qingling Immortal Lord for acquiring the True Method and accomplishing the Infant God!" The surrounding crowd returned the greeting and congratulated him.

"Qingling," Xu Yuyu’s Dao Name. He could now call himself Qingling Child!

"Greetings to all Fellow Daoists and thank you all for your protection!" Xu Yuyu’s kindly voice echoed through the sky.

"Very well, the Infant God has just been established. Hurry back to stabilize your cultivation!" Said one of the two major Primordial Spirit cultivators, who seemed to be related to Xue Yu.

"Following the ancestor’s decree!" Xu Yuyu’s Infant God, holding the long zither, returned to his body. On the platform, the defensive array reactivated for assisting purposes like gathering spiritual energy, comprehending the Dao, etc.

Upon witnessing this, many paid respect toward the mountaintop and started to disperse gradually.

Wang Zijia regained consciousness and exchanged glances with several fellow disciples. Yan Qimeng looked at Wang Zijia and suggested, "Junior Brother, would you like to visit my dwelling?"

"Not today!" Wang Zijia signaled Qiu Liangong next to him and said, "Today, I specifically asked Senior Brother Liangong to help arrange the channel stabilizing building!"

"You are busy then. We can chat when you are free!" Yan Qimeng paid respect and turned to leave.

Wang Zijia looked at the silently-standing Qiu Liangong and said, "Senior Brother, let’s go!"

"Um..." Qiu Liangong stared down at Xue Yuyu, seemingly lost in thought, with a look of dazedness on his face.

...

They left the Qifeng and flew toward the White Peach Peak.

On their way, Qiu Liangong, who had been amiable earlier, suddenly became reticent.

The duo arrived at White Peach Peak, where they erected the building at the chosen location at the foot of the mountain.

Qiu Liangong seemed unsettled, which brought Wang Zijia to take charge of most parts of the building process.

Wang Zijia could more or less guess what his Senior was contemplating and empathize with his complex feelings.

After all...Qiu Liangong was also no longer young; at the very least, he was already over four hundred years old and perhaps even older than Xu Yuyu.

This age for truth seekers, who aspire to become an Infant God, was already urgent.

But anxiousness was useless. Even the powerful Wanyu, after countless years, only had slightly over a thousand God Monarchs, including Primordial Spirits and old tribulation-crossing freaks.

The birth of every God Monarch was a rare occurrence. Opportunity, luck, state of mind, talent - none could be missing!

For the entire sect, nurturing an Infant God also largely depended on luck.

"It’s completed!" After a while, upon the completion of the building process, Qiu Liangong gazed for a moment and said, "That’s it for today!"

"Senior Brother, would you like to visit my dwelling?" Wang Zijia asked.

Qiu Liangong shook his head and said, "No need, perhaps another day."

"Alright then!" Seeing this, Wang Zijia didn’t insist further.

After they paid respect to each other, Qiu Liangong turned into a stream of light and vanished over the horizon.

"Infant God...the first great obstacle on the path of cultivation shatters many cultivators’ dreams..." Watching Qiu Liangong depart for a while, Wang Zijia muttered these words.

Shaking his head, he broke away from his contemplation, floated up the mountain, and returned to White Peach Tower.

He resumed his routine of creating talismans and acquiring knowledge.

...

In the evening, after dinner, Wang Zijia did not go to the Peach Garden with Xiang Feifei as usual, but rather returned early to his cultivation room.

He took out his identity card and entered the Immortal God Illusion.

Indeed, as soon as he entered the large square, Wang Zijia felt the square was much busier than on any other day.

Normally, the square was only populated by a few thousand people, but today there were at least tens of thousands. There were so many Perfected beings that they were crowded together like dogs.

Many of them were people who had been out on assignments and had returned online specifically to ask about the current situation.

There were even more people who hadn’t rushed straight to the halls behind, but instead gathered into their own small circles in the square, discussing things with enthusiasm.

Wang Zijia mingled in the square for half a moment before he crossed the square and entered the circle Yan Qimeng had introduced him to.

There were also considerably more people here today, close to a hundred in number.

"The people from the Etiquette Institute really know how to surprise people, they actually have a God Monarch, now they have enough to boast for three to five years!"

"Exactly, there wasn’t a hint of news about this before."

"I heard they aren’t even planning to prepare a God Monarch celebration?"

"No way, as the Etiquette Institute, shouldn’t they hold a big celebration?"

"Who knows!"

"By the way, it feels like something has been off recently in the Kunling Realm, doesn’t it?"

"A bit, it feels like they’re fighting even more intensely than the Moon Demon Cliff!"

"They’re not going to end up like the Fei Peng World, are they?"

"Impossible. Our sect is prepared this time, it should not come to that. The Kunling Realm has as many as eight God Monarchs stationed there!"

"Don’t you all feel like, with this war, it’s as if we initiated the fight, but in reality, it was the Bone Soul Sect wanting to fight?"

"That’s true. Did you really think our sect initiated this war just because our sect declared it?"

"Did you hear that recently, the Flying Fairy Sect Alliance and Joyful Devil Sect have been in constant conflict?"

"······"

In the Octagonal Pavilion, a large group of brothers were robustly discussing. Besides the recent daily occurrences, the majority of the topics were international affairs.

It was extremely similar to blowing off steam in the dormitory and surfing the internet in his Previous Life!

Wang Zijia mingled among them, occasionally joining in the conversation to familiarize himself with others. Most of the time, he just listened.

Besides attaining a lot of information, the main goal was to blend into their circles!

However, as it seems, not many in the entire sect are aware of Xu Yuyu’s sudden promotion to a God Monarch.

After spending more than half an hour with the others to conclude the usual trading session for the day, Wang Zijia got up and left.

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The standard operation every day - channel opening, talisman making, mingling in the illusion, and sparring with Xiang Feifei until late at night.

Time flew by, and another ten days passed.

Wang Zijia’s life became very peaceful, a stark contrast to the hotly-debated topics of war raging across the sect.

After the majority of the spiritual objects were sold, Wang Zijia’s sole stable source of income was the ten thousand magic money he earned every day from making jade talismans.

As for other things, like the owner of the pulse and such, it wasn’t yet time for harvesting. It was good enough that he didn’t have to invest in them.

Wang Zijia could, of course, swallow a lot of support to aid growth - that would mean sucking the life out of channel opening. The result would be that the Jade Talisman Lineage would become a mere decoration.

Besides that, the shadows had successively reached the battlefield, initiating the collection of corpses.

On average, the value they earned was starting to catch up to his income from making talismans. Every day, he could earn about thirty thousand in value.

The returned corpses were almost all from Demonic Cultivators, after all, the corpses of disciples from the sect, even if broken apart, were needed to be brought back for burial, as long as they were not too severely polluted.

Just this point itself revealed how exaggerated the battles in Moon Demon Cliff were!

Taiji: 750,000

He extracted pollution for ten days and took medicine, securing a value of 570,000. This was stable and substantial."

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That night, inside the underground base at White Peach Peak.

Wang Zijia meditated in the laboratory, with the Five Ghosts carefully protecting him from both sides.

Wang Zijia first used the human skin paper avatar in the Mysterious Domain to get a sense of the situation within. Once he made sure everything was calm and quiet, he made a mental move.

The book, along with the second Dao Foundation and his consciousness, quietly infiltrated the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain.

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At the outer region