novelraw Chapter 28 : The True Cultivation Assembly Begins
Chapter 28 : The True Cultivation Assembly Begins
Chapter 28: The True Cultivation Assembly Begins
White Egret City, Medicine Master Manor.
At the third quarter of the Mao hour.
The sun had yet to rise, and in the eastern sky there was only a faint pale glow, casting a thin frost-like sheen upon the black-tiled rooftops of Medicine Master Manor.
“Dong—”
The bronze bell rang, shaking the heavens and earth as it sounded for the third time.
This strike was heavier than the previous two, making one’s eardrums tingle from the vibration.
The True Cultivation Assembly was about to begin.
Medicine Master Manor stretched across the southeast of the city, and cooking smoke gradually rose.
Independent cultivators and righteous path heroes from all directions gathered toward the manor, the momentum growing ever more grand.
At a glance, there were green-glowing flying swords streaking through the air, cranes carrying riders upon auspicious clouds, and as the True Cultivation Assembly had originated from the Independent Cultivator Alliance meetings, the majority were naturally independent cultivators.
Though they lacked the imposing presence of the great orthodox sects, each still had their own methods.
Some displayed peerless lightness techniques, leaping across rooftops and walls; some tunneled through the earth; some descended via divine ropes; others rode upon lotus leaves like wheeled platforms, speeding in.
It could be said that all talents had gathered, each displaying their own divine abilities.
Within the ancestral hall of Medicine Master Manor, thick with medicinal fragrance,
before the spirit tablets of generations past,
a thin, scholarly middle-aged man pressed the sandalwood incense to his forehead, bowing repeatedly with utmost sincerity.
This man was the master of Medicine Master Manor—You Yiming.
A tall, elegant woman stepped forward swiftly to report.
“Various parties have already arrived at the Martial Lecture Plaza one after another—the number exceeds expectations!”
The heroic sharpness in her brows and eyes mirrored that of the middle-aged scholar offering incense. Anyone perceptive could tell they were father and daughter.
“Mm.”
You Yiming held the incense, his expression calm as still water.
Unhurriedly, he bowed three times toward the ancestral tablets before speaking leisurely:
“Who has come?”
The one reporting was the young manor master, You Yuan.
At this moment, her eyes shone with barely suppressed excitement, her voice rising slightly:
“Reporting to Father, this True Cultivation Assembly is convened under the banner of subjugating the Pure Yang Path traitor Luo Yi. With one call, countless have responded—far more lively than expected. The most active are the independent cultivators—Ancient Ape Gu Buping, Broken Water Sword Liu Sanbian, White-Head Elder Jiao Ling… There are also sects from Taizhou, as well as cultivators from Hanging Gourd Sect and Flying Cat Path…”
You Yiming inserted the incense into the burner and interrupted coldly.
“Who asked about these nobodies! I mean the Twelve Orthodox Paths!”
You Yuan stiffened and lowered her head.
“The beloved daughter of Taiyi Talisman Palace, Lü Muxue, and her aunt Zhang Su—Miss Lü enjoys lively scenes, so she likely came for that reason;”
“And Wang Yichen of the Grand White Sword Sect. Everyone in the cultivation world knows he has feelings for Lü Muxue—his coming is also expected;”
“As for subjugating Luo Yi, naturally several senior brothers from the Pure Yang Palace of the Pure Yang Path are present.”
“Other than that… there is no one else.”
You Yiming frowned deeply.
After a moment, he shook his head. “So be it. As long as people have come.”
You Yuan hesitated. “Father, the Yan Kingdom suddenly underwent upheaval, changing rulers overnight. That green light intertwined with imperial dragon aura—some say it was demonic cultivators disrupting the court…”
“Silence! Yuan’er!”
“That was Spiritual Essence power attempting to advance to the Fifth Realm. A madman daring to entangle with imperial dragon aura is not within our plans.”
He looked at You Yuan and instructed seriously:
“Yuan’er, taking advantage of this momentum to subjugate Luo Yi is the best opportunity for our Medicine Master Manor’s Hundred Herbs Path to establish itself. Especially before the Twelve Orthodox Paths, you must act steadily in all matters—do not make mistakes, understand?”
You Yuan’s eyes were firm as she nodded forcefully. “Your child understands.”
“Go attend to your tasks.”
“Your child takes her leave.”
With that, You Yuan strode away swiftly. Dressed in fitted attire, she moved with decisive force, even more dashing than most men.
You Yiming watched his daughter’s departing figure and sighed softly.
“Yuan’er… if only you were a son…”
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Fang Chang blended into the crowd, slowly entering Medicine Master Manor.
He saw various powerful figures arriving one after another at the vast Martial Lecture Plaza. The scene was bustling with noise, banners fluttering.
“So noisy.”
Zhao Yuntong transmitted her voice.
Her voice carried a sweet softness, yet beneath it lurked killing intent that seemed ready to burst forth.
These past few days, she had been kept inside the coffin by Fang Chang to recover, never released.
She had been holding back from killing for days.
And also holding back from extracting essence.
Her entire demeanor had become unusually irritable.
Fang Chang ignored her and merely raised his gaze toward the high platform of the plaza.
That was where the seats of the Twelve Orthodox Paths were arranged. Two male cultivators in white-orange robes were already seated there.
They sat with eyes closed, calm and composed, their yang energy blazing like furnaces.
Just from looking at them from afar,
Fang Chang, with his Yin-sinister aura of the Corpse Refinement Path, felt an instinctive discomfort.
Among the three thousand Great Daos, there were mutual restraints.
The Yin Corpses of the Corpse Refinement Path and the Great Sun True Flame of the Pure Yang Path—there was no need to say more. One glance was enough to know the former was completely restrained by the latter.
And that was indeed the case.
Back when Fang Chang had played Fallen Immortal in the early and mid stages,
whether in PvP or storyline progression, what he hated most was encountering the Pure Yang Path.
That kind of passive yang energy buff that hindered the flow of yin energy, where striking them would instead burn your own hand—
Anyone who had experienced it would understand.
As mentioned before, players cultivating multiple paths was common.
But that only worked if the paths were not mutually incompatible.
Dual cultivating Corpse Refinement Path and Pure Yang Path…
The result would be the Spiritual Essence of the two Dao foundations burning against each other. In the game, it meant being permanently out of mana. In reality… exploding the body would be considered lucky.
Fang Chang narrowed his eyes.
He did plan to find a body refinement method.
The Great Sun Heart-Burning Technique of the Pure Yang Path was among the better options.
Normally, dual cultivating Corpse Refinement and Pure Yang was suicide.
But if he successfully obtained the S-grade secret treasure of the Nine Heavens Secret Realm…
Heh…
Zhao Yuntong, just see whether this fire poker will pierce you or not.
Suddenly, his shoulder was tapped.
Fang Chang turned his head.
He saw a youth standing in the sunlight, a smile at the corner of their lips, eyes bright with a playful glint—by all appearances, a youthful and radiant beauty.
Only, they were wearing men’s clothing…
“Brother Fang!”
A crisp voice rang out, indistinguishable between male and female.
But precisely because it was indistinguishable, Fang Chang immediately confirmed the other’s gender.
Seemingly a woman disguised as a man.
In reality, a man disguised as a woman disguised as a man.
Quite a tongue-twister.
Fang Chang smiled bitterly inwardly.
This situation he had personally caused—no matter how many times he saw it, it still felt surreal.
“Why is this effeminate guy acting so familiar?”
Zhao Yuntong said resentfully.
Fang Chang ignored her. “Brother Dai, it’s been a few days—you look even more radiant.”
Dai Bojun smiled. “I knew Brother Fang would come to join the excitement.”
“That Brother Luo Yuli—are you with him?”
Dai Bojun shook his head. “Since we parted on the lake days ago, I haven’t seen him again.”
The plaza was densely packed with people.
Suddenly, a golden light descended from the horizon. Lü Muxue, Zhang Su, and the others from Taiyi Talisman Palace arrived riding the wind, making a dazzling entrance.
The crowd erupted in cheers. As always, Lü Muxue wore an expression of disdain.
Then her gaze shifted—and she easily found Fang Chang within the crowd.
After all, in both bearing and appearance, Fang Chang was truly top-tier…
Conspicuous.
“Hmph!”
Lü Muxue lifted her chin arrogantly and threw him a sour look.
The plaza instantly boiled over:
“Fairy Lü’s sour face! I love it!”
“Fairy, scold me—quick, scold me!!”
“What’s wrong with you? Who likes that… I prefer Fairy’s aunt! Auntie!! Step on me~~”
Zhang Su, long accustomed to being aloof and cold, was naturally used to such scenes.
Seeing Lü Muxue’s displeased expression, she assumed someone had offended her niece.
Following her gaze, she immediately spotted Fang Chang among the independent cultivators, also looking up at her, a smile curling at his lips.
Her figure swayed slightly.
Beneath the wide monk’s robe, that patch of skin faintly heated up, as if being grasped once more.
She hurriedly averted her eyes, her fingertips digging into her palm.
Below, Fang Chang could not help but deepen his smile.
“This woman…”