Free Web NovelChapter 529: Chapter 483: Third Generation Cultivator
"Hoist the sail, set off—"
Jiang Yuebai stood on the deck of the Thousand Feather Dragon Ship, watching dozens of crew shout in unison as they gradually raised the special sails that resembled wings on either side of the dragon ship.
The entire ship slowly floated into the air, the wings on either side fluttering like waves, carrying the whole vessel westward.
The ship was loaded with cargo, moving slowly, and given the vastness of the Green Dragon Realm, it would take at least two months to reach the Fulong Mountain Range.
Most of the people on this ship were disciples of the True Martial Immortal Sect. Though they didn’t engage in battles with the Dragon Clan, their duty was to guard the rear of the Fulong Mountain Range to ensure the Dragon Clan wouldn’t break through and wreak havoc inland.
These individuals were also responsible for escorting supplies and rotating defenses.
In addition, there were some disciples from the Fulong Sect and Biyou Palace, who were assigned tasks to go to the West Sea and had to stay for five years before leaving.
Behind the Thousand Feather Dragon Ship, several ordinary floating ships followed, resembling a flock of birds encircling a phoenix, surrounding the dragon ship. All were from second-rate sects, loose cultivators, and cultivators from various commercial associations heading to the West Sea ’to strike gold’.
Jiang Yuebai observed for a moment and felt bored, so she headed towards the cabin.
Xie Jingshan had arranged a Quiet Room for her, making it convenient for her to cultivate during the journey.
As soon as she reached the side corridor, sounds of an argument came from one of the Quiet Rooms. They hadn’t even activated the Sound Insulation Barrier.
"I said whatever, whatever!"
A very familiar young female cultivator’s voice, with a tone of helplessness and fatigue, tinged with some anger.
"I was just asking whether you wanted to wear this plain blue or this pale yellow one—what are you getting upset about?"
It sounded like a middle-aged woman.
"I said earlier, wear the plain blue one."
"That one’s too plain. You always wear a sour expression. Better wear the pale yellow one for a bit more brightness."
"Huh~"
"What do you mean? I serve you every day, picking out clothes and handing them to you, and you have complaints? You have no heart, what have I ever done to offend you?"
"Mother, I’m already over sixty years old. In the Mortal World, that’s already an age of an elderly woman, not a child who needs your care."
"The Cultivation Realm doesn’t care about age. Hurry and get changed. After being away for years, you haven’t learned much but have learned to defy me."
"I don’t want to wear that one."
"Just now you said whatever, now you’re refusing the pale yellow. Cultivation not going well, and your words are inconsistent—does anyone else behave like you? Where are you going? Stop!"
The door was pulled open, and Jiang Yuebai happened to run into someone.
Jiang Yuebai recognized her. She was the female owner, Jing Chujun, from the shop in Stone Gate City, which Xie Jingshan had taken over.
She was also at the Golden Core Peak Cultivation, a Sword Cultivator, dressed in a set of aqua-green attire, with her hair styled to reveal a full forehead and exquisite features, eyebrows lightly swept, no makeup, clean and refreshing.
At this moment, her brows furrowed, her eyes weary, looking very unhappy.
"Is it you?"
Jing Chujun also recognized Jiang Yuebai. In the beginning, the elixirs in the shop were all refined by Jiang Yuebai, so they had interacted before.
"Chujun, who is this?"
The mid-stage Nascent Soul female cultivator behind her walked over with a pale yellow long dress in her hand, looking so much like Jing Chujun, examining Jiang Yuebai up and down.
Jing Chujun took a deep breath, "This is my friend, Jiang Yuebai. This is my mother."
In Stone Gate City, because Jiang Yuebai helped Jing Chujun refine elixirs, an official contract needed an Identity Token, so she used her real name.
Jiang Yuebai hurriedly cupped her hands in salute, "Junior Jiang Yuebai pays respect to Senior."
Zhuang Feng smiled and gestured, "So you’re Chujun’s friend. Our Chujun rarely makes friends. Which sect or under which Great Power are you a disciple?"
"Mother! Can you stop prying!" Jing Chujun was very impatient.
Jiang Yuebai stood upright, neither humble nor arrogant, and said: "I’m but a loose cultivator, with no sect affiliation."
"Loose cultivator?"
Zhuang Feng’s eyes immediately became contemptuous, pulling Jing Chujun, "Come in and change. Dressing like a man every day, associating with random people—be careful not to be plotted against, with regret coming too late."
Jiang Yuebai didn’t want to make herself uncomfortable, so she walked away.
Jing Chujun was a third generation cultivator of the True Martial Immortal Sect, whose grandfather was the Refining Void Star Monarch of the True Martial Immortal Sect, holding real power as the Supreme Elder, with a very high status.
It was normal for Zhuang Feng to look down on her as a loose cultivator.
Jiang Yuebai found her Quiet Room, pushed the door open and entered, just about to close it when Jing Chujun suddenly squeezed in from outside, slammed the door shut, and activated the Protection Array.
"Let me hide here for a while."
Jiang Yuebai raised an eyebrow, "Your mother wouldn’t eat you; is she really that scary?"
Jing Chujun sighed, "Being in the same room with her is very suffocating."
Jing Chujun was usually tightly regulated by Zhuang Feng, from what clothes to wear, what elixirs to consume, to what cultivation technique to practice, and even whom to befriend.
Jing Chujun leaned against the door, feeling a heaviness in her chest that wouldn’t ease for a long time. She usually didn’t have friends; though her interactions with Jiang Yuebai in Stone Gate City weren’t deep, she had seen their lively and affectionate gatherings, which made her quite envious.
Encountering Jiang Yuebai here, Jing Chujun couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
"Sit down."
Jiang Yuebai invited Jing Chujun to sit, drew water to make tea, "I should thank you for introducing Xie Jingshan to enter the True Martial Immortal Sect; he’s quite happy about it." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Jing Chujun initially thought of saying that Xie Jingshan was her friend and it was the right thing to do, but then remembered the trio were the closest friends, and she really didn’t count for much, suddenly feeling a bit inferior.
This feeling of inferiority seemed ridiculous to outsiders because her status was unattainable to many, yet in certain aspects, she couldn’t help but feel it.
"It’s nothing, it’s because of Xie Jingshan’s exceptional ability."
"Are you and your mother heading to the Fulong Mountain Range too?" Jiang Yuebai asked casually.
Jing Chujun nodded, "My father is stationed in the Fulong Mountain Range with the True Martial Immortal Sect’s disciples, and my mother and I are going to visit him."
Jiang Yuebai propped her chin as she waited for the water to boil, "I envy you, having family around."
Jing Chujun’s eyes darkened, "What’s there to envy? I’d rather be alone and free. To be honest, those years I ran away to Stone Gate City were the most liberating years I’ve had."
Jiang Yuebai suddenly laughed, and Jing Chujun looked puzzled, frowning.
Jiang Yuebai stifled her laughter, "Sorry, I just suddenly thought about how Xie Jingshan also ran away from home when he was young, and that’s how he met me and Anan. No wonder he says you two have a lot in common; neither of you stays grounded."
Jing Chujun’s lips curled slightly, "Yes, Junior Brother Jingshan taught me many ways to run away from home, he’s very experienced."
"All sneaky tricks, I bet? You’d better not let him mislead you..."
The tea was gurgling as it brewed, and Jiang Yuebai and Jing Chujun chatted from Xie Jingshan to just about everything under the sun. Jing Chujun’s tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and the room was filled with laughter and the fragrance of tea.
After chatting for a full half an hour, Jing Chujun adhered to etiquette and got up to leave.
Jiang Yuebai escorted Jing Chujun to the door, and Jing Chujun was reluctant to leave.
"Can I come and chat with you like today when I have time in the future?"
Jiang Yuebai thought for a moment and nodded, "Sure, but I’m quite busy with cultivation. You can come visit me at dusk every day, but next time I won’t chat about useless things. If you’re willing, we can discuss the Dao together."
Jing Chujun laughed, "No wonder Xie Jingshan calls you a cultivation fanatic. Today I’ve experienced it."
Jiang Yuebai simply smiled without responding, seeing off Jing Chujun.
What kind of experience is this? She hasn’t even glimpsed the surface, wondering if Jing Chujun can endure for three days.
