Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Forty-Nine

Lin Xiyue is truly beautiful; she’s a famous beauty on the Immortal Martial Mountain, renowned and sought after by many men.

Her portrait is often collected by admirers, and some even make a fortune by replicating her image.

Many aspire to become her Dao companion, enough to encircle Immortal Martial Mountain with suitors, with each sect’s prodigy sent by their teachers to propose, offering exceptionally generous betrothal gifts.

It’s said that some men even include High Level True Grade Celestial Treasures and habitable planets in their gifts, showing incredible generosity.

However, she greatly cherishes her peace and quiet; ordinary people can’t even get a glimpse of her, let alone interact with her.

Marriage? Even He the Sixth wouldn’t wrong his disciple, dismissing all suitors regardless of their gifts.

“Don’t let fertile land benefit outsiders.”

This is what the True Immortals of Immortal Martial Mountain would say, even privately encouraging their disciples to pursue her, yet even those with proximity to her were unsuccessful.

And so Lin Xiyue, disturbed by these people, simply entered space to accompany the sun, using its power to forge her Pure Yang Primordial Spirit, staying for years.

Chen Qingniu had only ever heard rumors about Lin Xiyue; meeting her was only something from the last couple of months, and like the others, he was amazed by her.

Even when Wang Xuan asked, he would say that his senior sister preferred peace and not to disturb her, yet now he found himself drawn to her daily.

Reluctantly letting go, Chen Qingniu showed care for a month, but besides saying a few more words, his senior sister had little reaction.

This made him think that his senior sister truly didn’t understand love, cold as the moon, ice-like as stone, and her mind as distant as glass.

“Senior sister, why don’t you like to talk?” Chen Qingniu asked again.

“What’s unnecessary to say is all useless talk. Junior brother, you talk too much.”

Saying this, Lin Xiyue gracefully leapt into the air, landing gently on another tree’s treetop.

Chen Qingniu’s heart shattered instantly, feeling utterly rejected, his heart aching to the point of being unable to breathe.

“Senior brother, I’m going to die,” he said to Zhou Wu.

“Die then, saves you from competing with senior brother for senior sister.” Zhou Wu left with his hands behind his back.

At such times, as long as senior sister didn’t show any affection for anyone, they felt they all had a chance. If she became inclined towards someone, they knew they should step back.

“Eh, they’re back?” Zhou Wu looked at a message transmitted by the superintelligence, noticing disciples near the Mountain Gate.

Chen Qingniu raised his head towards the Realm Gate and indeed saw a group of figures walking through the passage.

“Are they back?”

“Finally back.” True Immortals from the Celestial Master’s Mansion and Three Purity Palace smiled; this Otherworld journey saw their disciples safely returning.

“Just not sure what kind of fortune they’ll gain, hopefully not too low; if below three colors four feet, it’s considered a loss.”

A True Immortal from the Zhang Family said that they exchanged many resources for their disciples’ spots.

Everyone focused their attention, eagerly anticipating the return of the prodigies. Each return meant the descent of the Mother Star’s essence-given Pillar of Fortune.

This is the answer sheet of the Otherworld journey, hundreds of times more important than the college entrance exam.

The Realm Gate shone brightly, Wang Xuan leading the way like a Wolf King and a leader, or like a victorious returning general, followed by ninety-four sect disciples.

“Finally, back!”

As he stepped out, Wang Xuan inhaled the familiar scent of the Mother Star, feeling at ease and comfortable.

The rejection feeling of the Otherworld and the sense of misfortune dispelled, making him completely relaxed, whereas returning to Earth felt like being embraced by a mother’s arms.

He could distinctly feel the world’s goodwill and affection for him, fortune gathering from all directions, the colorful glow was dazzling with a peculiar attraction, making his soul rejoice.

Blue, white, yellow, purple, the four colors converged.

The Pillar of Fortune gradually formed from the bottom up, one foot, two feet, three feet, its height continuously increasing.

“How high can it go?”

Seeing the four-colored Pillar of Fortune, Chen Qingniu exhaled slightly, knowing Wang Xuan’s gains in the Otherworld surpassed others by a large margin.

“This little fellow, to have a four-colored Pillar of Fortune, truly a harvest.” Fang Shan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

In a Second Realm exploration, an ordinary Sealer would consider four-colored one or two feet decent; most members are between three-colored six to nine feet, only the outstanding ones have four colors.

Wang Xuan’s performance was already stronger than most Sealers, a four-colored Pillar of Fortune enhancement enough to let him reach the Celestial Immortal Realm within fifty years.

However, Wang Xuan’s Pillar of Fortune kept growing.

Four feet, five feet, six feet.

Such height indicated Wang Xuan’s fortune exceeded most of the Elder Loose Cultivators in the Celestial Immortal Second Realm, with a hope to reach it within fifty years.

But as Wang Xuan’s Pillar of Fortune continued to rise, seven feet, eight feet, finally reaching nine feet, leaving them in awe.

A four-colored nine-foot Pillar of Fortune, enhanced to reach the Peak of Celestial Immortal within a century, marking Wang Xuan’s future potential more outstanding than most sect disciples.

Finally, above Wang Xuan’s head, a four-colored nine-foot Pillar of Fortune formed and descended, infusing into his Purple Mansion, merging with his soul.

This ethereal sense was stronger than ever, the Pillar of Fortune’s fusion representing the world’s recognition, aware of the world’s favor.

Amidst the fortune fusion, Wang Xuan could feel his physicality elevating, gradually enhancing, every cell rejoicing, his life’s essence leaping, and potentials soaring.

In just a few breaths, his strength increased by fifty percent, his inner strength equally bolstered.

The carp leaping over the dragon gate, nothing more than this!

One by one, sect disciples walked out, forming Pillars of Fortune above their heads, though not as miraculous as Wang Xuan’s, yet equally impressive.

Most members formed a three-colored eight or nine feet Pillar of Fortune, Zhang Qingyu, Chen Hong, Hua Nian, and others, had four-colored one or two feet.

As for the outstanding disciples from Celestial Sword Mountain and Immortal Martial Mountain, Zhuang Shuixing, Gumeng, Zhuge Xian, as well as Fang Wuji, Gai Zhushen and others, received a four-colored three-feet Pillar of Fortune from the Mother Star’s essence.

Concerning the five Sealers, each had four-colored four feet, an exceptionally remarkable achievement, definitely a great gain.

In Second Realm exploration, their achievements, such a low mortality rate, were exceedingly outstanding, surpassing their mentors’ expectations.

One by one, sect disciples walked out, heading towards their mentors; although they were prodigies, they were merely a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys and girls.

Wang Xuan walked over step by step, looking at Chen Qingniu, his face carrying the same smile, with great Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

“Brother Qingniu, I fear I will have to call you senior brother in the future.”

“Seventh junior brother, congratulations on your safe return.” Chen Qingniu immediately recognized the extent of Wang Xuan’s strong physique, rare in the Meridian Opening Realm.

“Your cultivation level has met Master’s requirements, reaping not a small gain; the matter of accepting disciples is a certainty.

But do you know how amazing it is to acquire a four-colored nine-foot Pillar of Fortune from a Second Realm exploration?”

Chen Qingniu patted Wang Xuan on the shoulder: “Henceforth, your future is boundless, Xiaoqi.”

“Isn’t ’Xiaoqi’ too hard to hear?” Wang Xuan grimaced.

“Wang Xiaoqi, don’t struggle; I’ve been the little junior brother for years, finally shedding the title of Little Sixth Chen, and now you, Wang Xiaoqi, will be our little junior brother from now on.”

Chen Qingniu laughed heartily, yet the victorious Wang Xuan felt a bit disheartened.

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