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Chapter 942 - 770: One Word Determines the Destiny of a Clan_3

Chapter 942: Chapter 770: One Word Determines the Destiny of a Clan_3

The Hundred Art Department is one of the busiest departments in the Taiching Palace, but even so, the area is not densely littered with buildings.

Across the countless plains and mountainous regions, clusters of buildings belonging to various lineages and palaces could occasionally be seen.

Apart from the difficulty of entering the central part of the Taiching Palace to cultivate on the Taiqing Floating Continent, there’s also the reason that the higher-ups consistently limit the density of disciples on the continent.

As for why... even though the Taiching Continent is excellent, it can’t be compared to ancient times.

Moreover, the current era requires a large number of low-level monks to flourish the entire cultivation world. However, an excess of high-level cultivators would squeeze out everything!

In other words, cultivation resources are extremely limited, whether it’s consumables like spiritual power and spiritual materials or knowledge items like Tao law and Daozang, all are finite!

If too many benefit from the population bonus of low-level monks, then there won’t be enough to go around; at that point, chaos would ensue!

...

After a while, Wang Zijia finally arrived at his destination: the Pill Pavilion of the Taiching Palace!

This was a division adjacent to the heart of the Taiching Continent, an area of ancient fairy palaces and halls.

Most of the buildings here were also quite old, in a style similar to the core buildings, with Xianyu Pavilions everywhere amongst the mist, resembling a holy land of immortals.

Among the many alchemy factions in Shen Hong, Taiching Palace’s alchemy school is definitely the cream of the crop.

If one were to say that the overall strength of the Three Pure Ones and Three Factions was evenly matched, then speaking solely of alchemy, the Taiching Palace is the undisputed king - a holy land that countless alchemists most look forward to joining.

The most extravagant dream for a low-level alchemist is probably to join the pill development division within the Taiching Palace.

Moreover, the Taiching Palace has a specialized range of cultivation methods, Daozang, and even the ability to guide disciples in comprehending their unique alchemy divine powers.

For example, Samadhi True Fire, Eight Trigrams Furnace, Banana Fan, and so on!

And these items, their power is terrifying, whether in alchemy or in combat!

Furthermore, the head-honing effect of the Taiching Palace has created its superlative status.

Here, immortality pills could be seen as a daily routine, and every few decades or so, a few sacred Third-Grade pill essences and Holy Spirits would emerge.

As a result, despite being just one of the many pavilions, the status of the Pill Pavilion is far higher than many others in the Taiching Palace; the Nianyun Pavilion, Suppressing Spirit Pavilion are completely incomparable!

...

After hovering above the cluster of halls in the Pill Pavilion momentarily, Wang Zijia finally flew towards the core buildings.

Shortly, Wang Zijia stopped in front of a Jade Palace.

"Disciple Li Jianqing, greets Red Sun Martial Uncle."

As Wang Zijia descended, he wasn’t greeted by an ordinary gatekeeper but by an Earth Immortal who had been informed of his arrival and was specially arranged to receive him. It seemed he had been waiting for a while.

"The Pavilion Master is currently in alchemy and will need a little more time to get free, please excuse the wait, Martial Uncle Red Sun!"

With those words, Li Jianqing bowed respectfully to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia nodded slightly in response, saying, "It’s I who should apologize for visiting so abruptly."

Li Jianqing smiled and said, "Please come in, Martial Uncle."

Guided by Li Jianqing, Wang Zijia stepped into the mystical pavilions shrouded in mist.

The entire courtyard was vast, with a classical layout. The Taiching people seem to have a particular fondness for the architectural style of the Dao Court era – the Jade Palaces were uniformly delicate yet not without elegance.

The ground beneath his feet was veiled with celestial mist, revealing glimpses of otherworldly objects within, as if walking among clouds, filled with the aura of an immortal family.

Both in terms of presence and the surroundings, everything was excellent and full of immortal charm.

Or rather, this was the place where immortal aura lingered, symbolizing the blessed land of the immortal families!

Compared to everything Wang Zijia had seen in Wanyu, this place lacked a bit of the mundane world’s vitality but possessed more of the ethereal essence of immortals.

...

Li Jianqing led Wang Zijia to a pond surrounded by a white jade corridor.

The pond was not small, with the entire periphery paved in jade, and a winding white jade corridor leading directly to the center of the pond.

In the center stood a white jade pavilion.

Amongst the mist above the pond, jade-like lotus leaves and flowers spewed rosy clouds faintly visible, and the vapor rising from the spirit spring water formed tangible spiritual liquid, with the celestial precious fishes swimming in and out of sight.

It gave the feeling of being in a celestial realm, ethereal and slightly surreal.

Li Jianqing brought Wang Zijia to the center of the jade pavilion, seated him, and personally served a pot of tea before respectfully saying:

"Please excuse my asking you to wait for a moment, Martial Uncle. The Pavilion Master will come as soon as he frees his hands. If you have any commands, you can call me; I’ll be waiting outside."

Wang Zijia nodded upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Li Jianqing bowed and exited the pavilion, waiting outside the pond.

Wang Zijia then looked around, picked up the tea, and took a light sip.

The next moment, a refreshing fragrance filled his taste buds, along with a burst of lucidity in his mind, and his heart instantly calmed down.

The strong effect of the spiritual tea made Wang Zijia pause, inadvertently looking at the tea in his hand.

It turned out to be Immortal Tea, and an Eighth Rank at that, considered a celestial treasure!

Truly, this place was one for the big players!

As he marveled internally, Wang Zijia sipped the tea while gazing at the pond outside.

After a while, Wang Zijia simply took the tea cup, leaned against the pillar of the pavilion, and while savoring the tea, he watched the enchanting place unfold before him.

Amongst the Jade Palace, above the pond and Spirit Spring, a young man stood leaning against a jade column, lost in contemplation with tea in hand – his detached demeanor and unparalleled beauty, together with the surroundings, created a scene that could only belong in a legendary Immortal’s scroll painting.

...

The wait turned out to be longer than Wang Zijia expected, for it took nearly half a day.

"Fellow Daoist, you really have an elegant hobby!"

A voice roused Wang Zijia from his trance, and as he turned to look, he saw a somewhat gaunt middle-aged immortal approaching the pavilion in the pond.