Chapter 96.
[Cleansing Technique – Experience +1]
[Cleansing Technique (Minor Achievement): 0/300]
Wang Dust looked at the spotless chirography under his feet and was really powerless to spit.
He had never deliberately brushed his proficiency in this small spell, and usually used it normally, the experience value had been rising very slowly.
He didn’t expect that now, half a day down the line, he actually broke through to the Minor Achievement level.
The sun shone brightly, the sky was clear, and under the blue sky, along the long chi road, at every distance, there was a cultivator just like Wang Dust who was busy cleaning the road.
Or repairing the ditches along the road.
There were also people sprinkling flower seeds on the roadside, and using the “Withering Art” to catalyze them.
It was a busy scene.
The road section subcontracted to Wang Chuan had basically completed his organizing work.
Wang Chuan didn’t busy himself with planting Zijinlan and sat down to rest under the shade of a tree by the roadside.
He wasn’t really tired, but felt that this job was a bit ridiculous, and he really couldn’t muster much energy.
It was just a matter of staying alive to meet the requirements, and there was no reward for doing a good job!
Nearby, there were also a few cultivators who sat down and came together to mutter some whispers.
It’s just that they didn’t deliberately control their voices, plus Wang Dust’s position was downwind and his own five senses were extraordinarily sharp, so he actually listened!
“What are you guys talking about, what is the Wei Shi doing, even if it’s clearing the road and ditches, but also planting Zijin flowers!”
This person was obviously full of complaints and couldn’t help but pour it out.
The cultivator next to him hemmed and hawed and said, “You don’t know about this, right? That Purple Jin flower is the palm master’s favorite flower, and there are quite a few of them planted inside the inner gate!”
“There’s still this?”
“Otherwise what do you think?”
“I heard that the Sect Master’s favorite flower is the Purple Jin Flower because of his childhood plum.”
“When they were young, they agreed to meet again after the Purple Mansion, and then went their separate ways, to the point that Sect Leader Zenith broke the orifices and opened the Mansion to achieve success, and then went to look for that green plum, only to find out that the beautiful person had already passed away, and only a favorite Zijin plant was left behind.”
“So that’s how it is!”
“There’s even such a thing, I can’t imagine that the Sect Master is also a man of nature.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Shhh, be careful with your words, don’t talk about your superior!”
“Uh-huh uh-huh.”
Wang Chen didn’t expect to actually listen to the gossip of a Jindan Realist in this place.
He pulled out the flower seed from his storage bag and threw one on the ground.
Using his finger against the seed, Wang Chuan mobilized his mana and executed the “Withering Art” that he had just started yesterday.
The rank of this spell was not very high.
With his current enlightenment, it didn’t take much time to get started.
With the operation of his magic power, Wang Chen’s fingertips emitted limpid blue light, enveloping the flower seeds on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, several tiny roots broke out of their shells and burrowed into the soil below.
Immediately after that, the flower seed sprouted and kept growing upwards.
In less than half a tea’s work, it had already grown into a standing flower seedling!
Although it was not the first time he had seen such a scene.
But Wang Chen’s heart was still flooded with a marvelous feeling.
Compared to spells such as the Cleansing Technique and the Cloud and Rain Technique, the Withering Technique was undoubtedly more capable of highlighting a cultivator’s extraordinary nature.
It was just that in this world, the cultivators at the bottom were not much different from the commoners in the mundane world!
Wang Chen thought that his spells shouldn’t be used to whitewash the world.
……
March 16th, half past the hour.
When Wang Chuan left his home and came to the side of the “newly decorated” Chi Road, the roadside was already full of men, women and children.
The neighbors were all dressed in new clothes, and each face was full of excitement and excited smiles.
The children were chattering, as lively as if it was the New Year.
The cultivators of the guardhouse, including the night watchmen, patrolled back and forth on both sides of the chicane to maintain order.
At the same time, they distributed ears of rice to those who came to watch the ceremony.
Wang Chen also received a bunch.
Even the ears and stalks of the spiritual rice were golden, as if they had been subjected to some kind of spell, looking particularly festive.
According to the cultivators of the guardhouse, this was a sacrificial gift that everyone honored their ancestor.
Yunyang Sect Ancestor Sacrifice Ceremony.
It was the Yunyang Ancestor who had started the Yunyang lineage with his wickerwork fifteen hundred years ago who was being honored!
A bunch of spirit rice was insignificant, but it represented the disciples’ admiration and worship of their ancestor.
Countless elegant Purple Jinlan bloomed all alongside the Chitao Road.
Instead, as time passed, everyone’s excitement and thrill gradually faded.
What was left behind was only boring waiting.
Some children who didn’t know any better got impatient and cried to go home.
The result is either the parents cover the mouth, or buttocks to eat a hard “life”.
Seeing that the sixth hour was about to pass, the new head of the B Ten Guards hurried over and yelled, “Quickly, quickly, quickly, everyone hurry to go to Yunshan City, the Palm Sect’s real person is not coming this way!”
The crowd was in an uproar.
After working hard for two or three days, and guarding here for more than an hour under the big sun.
As a result, the Sect Master Realist is not coming.
He said that he would go to Yunshan City, but Yunshan City was fifty miles away from this side!
Most of the people are not interested, but they can’t stand the headmaster’s urging or even threatening.
So they had to spread their legs and run towards Yunshan City, some of them even gave themselves an armored horse talisman.
Of course, most of the fast-footed young cultivators, the old and young women and children are mostly back to their homes.
Wang dust actually do not want to go, feel like being treated like a monkey.
However, there is a chief of the upper eye, under the supervision of the guards cultivators, he is not old and sick, there is no reason to quit.
So wang dust with the tide also gave himself a shot of armor horse talisman, all the way straight to the cloud mountain city and go.
To the place, only to see outside the city on both sides of the road has been a sea of people, also do not know those guards actually mobilized how many outside the door of the cultivators to come to watch the ceremony.
Late Wang dust and other people simply can not squeeze in, had to stand farther away from the entrance to the city.
Being a tool person holding the ears of rice!
Woo~
After another half an hour, the sound of a majestic horn came from the north.
The crowd of onlookers suddenly stirred, and everyone cocked their heads in the direction from which the sound came.
Very quickly, a long procession appeared in people’s line of sight.
At the front of the procession were sixteen Battle Cultivation Knights holding ceremonial weapons.
They wore basalt helmets with lion heads, colorful soap robes, mythical beasts with golden armor, and blue-eyed dragon scaled horses.
Everyone was handsome!
Behind the knights, eight giant-toothed white elephants were pulling an eight-jeweled cloud carriage.
The head of the Yunyang Sect, Ji Guantao, was clad in a cloud-dragon robe and was perched on top of it.
It was as majestic as a mountain, and all the people were watching!
Six Purple Mansion Elders accompanied the carriage, and hundreds of inner disciples stood tall and guarded the left and right.
In the back, there are thirty-six green oxen pulling a carriage.
The people standing on both sides of the road respectfully offered rice ears to the Imperial Hand Child.
To show their respect for the Yunyang Ancestor.
At this time, the sun was blazing in the sky, the flowers were covered with brocade, and the prosperity of Yunyang was far ahead of the previous generation!
DONG~
When the Fixed Sun Bell in Yunshan City rang, the eight-jeweled cloud carriage that the Sect Master was riding in stopped moving forward.
The surrounding area was suddenly silent, and thousands of cultivators held their breath.
Right at this moment, a figure suddenly sprang out from the crowd of onlookers.
It fell to its knees at the front of the group!