sinovels Chapter 47 Xianglan Jushi
Chapter 47 Xianglan Jushi
Lu Changgeng descended from the clouds and landed at the entrance of the mountain stream.
He did not rush in rashly, but straightened his clothes and stood on a blue stone at the mouth of the ravine.
He then channeled his inner power and used the immortal sound transmission technique from the "Celestial Immortal Manual" to send his voice as a clear crane's cry into the depths of the valley, echoing between the cliffs and the water.
"I am a wandering Taoist priest who passed through this place and saw the beautiful mountains and rivers and the clear streams. I thought that there must be a hermit living here. I am sorry to have disturbed you by coming here so abruptly. I hope that the mountain master will grant me an audience."
The sound echoed through the valley, creating a lingering resonance.
Lu Changgeng waited for a while, but there was no response.
He then clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and passed it on again, his words becoming even more polite.
Unfortunately, there has still been no response.
Lu Changgeng frowned, wondering if the owner of this place was not here? There should at least be some young servants or demons guarding the place.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to send a telepathic message again. If there was still no response, he would have no choice but to force his way in and take a look.
Before the words were even finished, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the mountain stream, sending rocks tumbling down the cliff face and causing the stream water to ripple wildly.
"Enough with the noise! Where did this bastard come from, daring to approach me! I'll give you three breaths to get out of here, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
The sound was vast and majestic, carrying the sound of rolling thunder all the way from the bottom of the ravine, and its aura was at least above the level of a humanoid being.
Lu Changgeng's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he did not retreat.
He flew all this way and didn't want to leave empty-handed. He had to see what that thing, which shared the same origin as the true fire of the sun, was. A single roar wouldn't scare him away.
He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect again, his tone becoming increasingly sincere.
"This humble Taoist only wishes to meet you; I have no intention of disrespect. If the mountain lord would be so kind as to grant me this audience, I will offer my humble thanks."
"I told you to get lost! Are you deaf? If you don't get lost, I'll smash your skull with one palm and boil your bones into soup!"
"I merely wish to have a chat with the mountain lord; why must you keep me at arm's length?"
"Do you think I'm joking? I've cultivated for ten thousand years, and I've killed more savages than you've eaten chickens! If you know what's good for you, get lost, or I'll make sure your soul is scattered and you can't even enter the cycle of reincarnation!"
The sound grew increasingly fierce, and more rocks fell from the cliff face, with several fist-sized stones crashing into the stream and splashing water everywhere.
Lu Changgeng secretly grumbled to himself, "More chickens than I've ever eaten?"
Who are you trying to scare?! It depends on whether this chicken is legitimate or not.
It seems the owner of this mountain stream has a really bad temper. Maybe we should just let it go. Lu Changgeng sighed.
Just as I took my first step, a thought suddenly struck me, and I felt something was amiss.
He spoke again, saying, "Since that's the case, then this humble Taoist will not bother the Mountain Lord any longer. I only ask for the title of Mountain Lord, which can be considered as forming a good connection."
After a moment of silence in the mountain stream, a voice finally came: "My honorable title is Layman Xianglan."
Lu Changgeng suddenly stopped speaking. He turned his head slightly, and when that voice rang out again, he had already silently spread out his divine sense.
The divine sense probed along the gap between the cliff and the stream into the deepest part of the mountain stream, passing through layers of mist and rocks, and finally locked onto an extremely hidden crevice.
The crevice was hidden behind several crooked old pine trees. The crevice was no more than three feet wide and was so dark that its depth could not be seen.
At that moment, a yellow dog demon was crouching behind the crevice. It had a pointed snout, erect ears, and was skinny. It was wearing a tattered Taoist robe that it had somehow managed to pluck out of the ravine. Its shifty-eyed appearance was a stark contrast to the thunderous sound it had just made.
Mid-stage of Concentration, no more than that.
Got you!
Lu Changgeng's lips twitched slightly, and then his figure silently disappeared on the spot, turning into a very fine mist that slid along the cliff wall into the depths of the valley.
The next instant, he was already standing in front of the crevice, leisurely observing the yellow dog demon who was still peeking out from inside.
The yellow dog demon felt a blur before his eyes, and the black-robed Taoist who was just outside the ravine was now standing in front of him. He was so frightened that every hair on his body stood on end, and he sprang backward, his head hitting the stone wall with a thud, wincing in pain.
But the dog demon reacted very quickly; his fear only lasted for a moment before he forcefully suppressed it.
He got up from the ground, shook off the dust from his tattered Taoist robe, stood with his legs apart, chin slightly raised, and hands behind his back.
At the same time, his aura suddenly changed, and a powerful and vigorous aura of magic surged out of his body like a flood bursting its banks, causing his cultivation level to rise steadily.
Concentration, peak of concentration, transformation, peak of transformation...
It was still rising, and then its aura surged directly to the Returning to Emptiness and Harmonizing with the Dao Realm!
"You ignorant fool!" the yellow dog demon roared, his voice booming like a bell, his canine form imposing. "I spared your life just now because of your hard-won cultivation, but you insisted on barging in to die! Do you think I really wouldn't dare kill you?"
Lu Changgeng didn't move, standing in place with his hands still behind his back. His expression changed from scrutiny to amusement, and then from amusement to appreciation.
He cultivates the "Celestial Immortal Technique," a righteous law of the Heavenly Court, and its cultivation level is many times higher than that of the dog demon.
Under the overwhelming influence of rank, all bluster and posturing become transparent.
He saw through the imposing aura at a glance, realizing it was nothing more than an empty shell inflated by a special technique, inside which was still the same yellow dog demon at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
He didn't expose it, just stood there quietly watching the yellow dog demon perform.
"Interesting. Where did you get this technique, you dog demon?"
"What method? Didn't you hear what I said?! If you don't leave, don't blame me for unleashing a massacre!"
Lu Changgeng just looked at him with a smile.
The yellow dog demon felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze.
Why isn't this black-robed Taoist running away? In the past, when he released his aura, even powerful demons in the Transformation stage were scared away. Why isn't it working today?
He forced himself to shout a few more times, his voice growing louder and louder, but the person opposite him didn't budge an inch, not even blinking.
Gradually, the yellow dog demon's voice began to dry out, and he could no longer maintain his imposing aura. Cold sweat seeped out from under his hair and streamed down his cheeks.
Finally, the yellow dog demon's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud. All his imposing aura dissipated, and he transformed back into the skinny dog demon with a pointed snout and upright ears.
"Master, spare my life! This lowly demon was blind and didn't recognize your greatness! This lowly demon deserves to die!"
He immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, his voice high-pitched and thin, showing none of his previous imposing manner.
Lu Changgeng wasn't annoyed, and simply said, "Stand up and speak. Your aura just now was quite impressive. How long did you practice?"
The yellow dog demon raised its head tremblingly, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Replying to the Daoist Master, after practicing for over two hundred years, this is the first time you've seen through my disguise. The demons that came before didn't even dare to enter the ravine; they would run away as soon as they heard me shout a couple of times from afar."
"He's quite the talent, no, the dog talent." Lu Changgeng was speechless for a moment, then asked, "You're not the original owner of the mountain stream, are you?"
"It's not me..."
Seeing that Lu Changgeng had no intention of killing, the yellow dog demon became bolder and began to ramble on about the cause and effect.