Free Web NovelChapter 587: Chapter 296: Harvest
"After the conclusion of this sect competition, it is important to continue focusing on cultivation."
With that, Lin Chang’an cast these trivial matters aside, for there were too many things to attend to now.
Talisman, array, alchemy, artifact refining, the Lifebound Spirit Plant needs Spirit Liquid to nourish it, and the Lifebound Treasure still requires purging of the demonic qi; he couldn’t neglect his own cultivation either.
If it weren’t for his divine technique of external avatars, he wouldn’t dare handle so much on his own.
Unfortunately, there are only two avatars now, and over the years, he has been gathering information about Li Huo Palace.
However, Li Huo Palace is currently hiding within the Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea, and he does not yet have the strength to suppress a sect.
Therefore, the third avatar remains elusive.
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Half a month later.
Outside the cave dwelling of Celestial Spring Peak, the sword servant stood respectfully in front this time, with five of the most outstanding individuals selected from within the peak standing behind.
Of course, there weren’t many cultivators from Profound Sound Pavilion within Celestial Spring Peak, so selecting five was already not easy.
"Master, for this sect competition, a total of fourteen disciples from within Celestial Spring Peak have participated, and five have been selected."
The five individuals behind, two men and three women, included Shen Zhuang, Li Tianmo, and Zhou Bingxuan.
Looking at the five selected, Lin Chang’an nodded with a neutral expression. He wasn’t particularly surprised by the three’s qualification.
It wasn’t because he intervened; after all, these three had Foundation Establishment Cultivators in their families and naturally had more resources.
They were not like ordinary cultivators.
In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, ordinary cultivators are still the majority, and not everyone has a Foundation Establishment Cultivator parent, even if they have family resources to divide.
It’s hard to have enough resources like these three.
And the ordinary loose cultivators have it even harder; they need to painstakingly save up Spirit Stones for even a decent Magical Artifact.
"Very good, when participating in the sect competition, make sure not to tarnish the name of Celestial Spring Peak."
Although Lin Chang’an didn’t care much about winning or losing, he still needed to apply some pressure.
"Yes, Elder!"
The five replied respectfully, not daring to overstep in the slightest.
The sword servant also clasped his hands and said, "The five who were selected have each been rewarded with a Top-Grade Magical Artifact as per your instructions, Master."
To him, one Top-Grade Magical Artifact was nothing; it was just a casual act.
The five showed determined expressions. The reward of the Foundation Establishment Pill was an undeniable temptation for them as Qi Refining Cultivators.
For some, it might be the only chance in their lives to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill.
"Let us go."
Seeing that the sword servant had covered all bases, Lin Chang’an revealed a hint of appreciation and waved a hand, as a robust bovine bellow echoed from behind.
The Cyan-Horned Bull took ethereal steps with its four hooves, and in an instant, its body expanded against the wind, transforming into a mighty three-zhang giant beast.
With a raise of his hand, Lin Chang’an floated them into the air, landing gently on the back of the Cyan-Horned Bull.
"This is a Tier Three Spirit Pet!"
Upon witnessing the true form of the Cyan-Horned Bull, the sight was eye-opening for Qi Refining Cultivators.
Even Shen Zhuang, Li Tianmo, and Zhou Bingxuan were overwhelmed with astonishment.
Perhaps for them, this was the only opportunity in their lives to ride a Tier Three Demon Beast.
Cultivators can use escape light to fly after reaching Core Formation, and similarly, demon beasts can master the ability to fly once they reach Tier Three.
The Cyan-Horned Bull lifted its head and issued a booming sound, then with winds under its hooves, it walked on air, heading toward the abode of the Profound Sound Pavilion sect.
Gazing at this scene, countless cultivators below Celestial Spring Peak looked on with envy.
This was the prestige of a Core Formation Cultivator.
"This silly bull."
Standing alone on the bull’s head, Lin Chang’an shook his head with a smile, knowing that the Cyan-Horned Bull had been confined for some time and was enjoying its rare moment of freedom.
"Master!"
At that moment, the sword servant also stood respectfully behind Lin Chang’an, drawing envy from the other five.
Only the sword servant was allowed to stand on the bull’s head with Elder Lin, while they remained at the tail.
Despite that, the feeling of roaming the world filled them with a bold ambition, making them feel as though they could attempt the Golden Core Dao in their lifetime.
Lin Chang’an understood the fluctuating expressions of the five Qi Refining Cultivators behind him, recalling his own grandeur the first time he flew using sword control.
He, too, had felt the thrill, believing the world was at his feet.
As he watched the sword servant approach, Lin Chang’an transmitted his words:
"Five Dragons Island has been unsettled lately, with incidents of murder and treasure-snatching happening. From now on, if you leave Celestial Spring Peak, let the Cyan-Horned Bull accompany you."
This sentence is meant for the sword servant and also for the Cyan-Horned Bull.
Hearing this, the giant beast beneath let out a joyful moo, which greatly satisfied Lin Chang’an.
Spirit Pets also have their own emotions; generally, a Tier Three Spirit Pet would not easily allow other cultivators to stand on its head.
Especially not low-tier cultivators, otherwise, the other five people would not be standing by the bull’s tail.
Even with Lin Chang’an’s orders, the Cyan-Horned Bull grumbled and allowed the five to stay at its tail, or it would have thrown a tantrum.
However, regarding the sword servant, it was clear the Cyan-Horned Bull was quite pleased.
After all, before it had its breakthrough, when it was just a Tier Two Demon Beast, the sword servant had cared for it for a long time.
Seeing the Cyan-Horned Bull agree, the sword servant couldn’t help but look at Lin Chang’an with a trace of inexplicable emotion in their eyes.
"Thank you, Master!"
Having one’s Tier Three Spirit Pet offer protection is not something an ordinary maid or concubine would enjoy.
"Alright, after this return, leave some trivial matters to others and concentrate on cultivation. Don’t risk yourself for external possessions."
As the wind blew, their hair fluttered. Lin Chang’an spoke softly, and for the first time, a rare smile appeared on the sword servant’s usually cold face, who then nodded earnestly.
"Yes! Master!"
Lin Chang’an nodded indifferently. The last time, the sword servant had exhausted their Talisman Treasure. Now that he was a Core Formation Cultivator, he naturally didn’t want to waste the power of his Magical Treasure on creating Talisman Treasures.
In any case, this bull usually has nothing to do, so it can be taken out to get some exercise sometimes.
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"Look, we’re here."
"Such speed."
Majestically galloping through the air, the Cyan-Horned Bull quickly brought them to the sight of Profound Sound Pavilion’s location.
From a distance, the sect lay hidden amidst deep valleys and dense forests, shrouded in spiritual mist, just in time for sunrise, where mountain mists rose to form a vast sea of clouds.
A visual impact like a fairyland on earth.
[Profound Sound Pavilion]
The sect’s name was carved on a huge stone outside, and as an elder of Profound Sound Pavilion, Lin Chang’an naturally didn’t need to enter from the mountain base like an ordinary disciple.
"Moo!"
The deep voice of the Cyan-Horned Bull reverberated as sounds of respect came from afar.
"Welcome, Elder Lin!"
As the array slowly opened, the Cyan-Horned Bull, as majestic as a giant beast, raised its head proudly and let out a moo, then swaggered into the sect of Profound Sound Pavilion.
The five disciples on the bull’s back respectfully bowed and saluted to the senior brothers and uncles below.
But standing on the back of a Tier Three Demon Beast, a sense of heroism and ambition rose in their eyes, as if they had found their pursuit.
And Lin Chang’an, this Golden Core Elder, faced the greeting cultivators with a calm demeanor, merely nodding slightly without making any gesture.
Yet below, whether they were Qi Refining Cultivators or Foundation Establishment Cultivators, none showed any dissatisfaction, all believing it was as it should be.
"Mr. Lin."
A light and ethereal voice called, and only then did Lin Chang’an smile, nodding in acknowledgment, as the Cyan-Horned Bull beneath him mooed before slowly descending.
Meanwhile, as they descended, with no assistance from the wind, the five people gently floated down into the sect.
And the Cyan-Horned Bull’s enormous form shrank visibly to a normal size.
"You all, prepare well within the sect."
Lin Chang’an softly instructed the five before heading with the sword servant and the Cyan-Horned Bull towards the upper part of the sect.
"Yes, Elder!"
The five respectfully saluted as they watched Lin Chang’an leave.
After Lin Chang’an’s figure, that of a Golden Core Cultivator, disappeared, the other sect cultivators there curiously approached.
"Junior Sister Zhou, you’re here too."
"Senior Sister Mei..."
Among the fellow sect members were both familiar faces and strangers, yet at this moment, they all exchanged smiles and salutes.
Many envied the five, for many within the sect knew how dense the spiritual energy was at Celestial Spring Peak for cultivation.
"It’s said this time the Sect Leader has tasked Elder Wen with refining a lot of Foundation Establishment Pills. If we win the competition, we can get one."
"Foundation Establishment Pill! Oh my, I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to reach Foundation Establishment."
There were those envious and those begrudging, but undeniably, ordinary cultivators were the majority.
And Foundation Establishment Pills are treasures that most ordinary cultivators find hard to acquire in a lifetime.
