141 An Invitation From an Immortal Cultivator (2)
Suddenly, Jiang Ming thought of something. “Maybe they swallowed the poisonous miasma; that’s why they only live for a day. If they can resist the temptation to swallow the miasma, they might live longer.”
Dr. Sun glanced at him. “Perhaps it isn’t a temptation. Perhaps it’s an experience they should have in their lives. They wouldn’t be true fire mayflies otherwise.”
Dr. Sun sounded dejected. He turned around and jumped. Sinking into the miasma, he disappeared.
Jiang Ming’s heart twinged. He had a few speculations, but he felt they were ridiculous. He could not help but laugh and shake his head. He turned around and left.
This place, which was once a ravaged battlefield, had once again regained its peace.
* * *
Back at Peace County, the old wood carver was thriving. Not only could he make toys for the children, but he could also help the neighbors repair their furniture. He was very popular with the townsfolk.
After a hard day’s work, the old wood carver went back home. As soon as he entered the house, he saw a man reclining on his chair, reading a book.
"Master!” Wu Hen bowed respectfully.
Jiang Ming stood up with a smile. “Not bad, not bad. You’re very close to breaking through to the Grandmaster realm. The world is going to have another Grandmaster in a few years!”
Wu Hen flushed.
"How are things going? Did anything happen in the past three years?” Jiang Ming asked casually.
Wu Hen said slowly, “The change of dynasties has been the only major event so far. The former Qingxuan Army and the country of Yan have been completely destroyed. The Flying Cloud Castle has taken over Great Cloud City, and Grandmaster Zhang Yuanhe has become the emperor. Great Cloud City has been made the new capital city, and the country is now the Cloud Empire.”
Jiang Ming was momentarily stunned. He did not expect that Great Cloud City would be under the emperor’s feet. However, it did not affect him much.
"Perhaps this is one of the reasons why cultivators rarely come to this world,” Jiang Ming thought.
"In addition, there’s one more thing that you might be interested in,” Wu Hen continued.
Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows.
"Half a year ago, there was a self-proclaimed immortal cultivator who came to contact the Nameless and said that he wanted to meet Anonymous!”
Jiang Ming was surprised. He had been searching for immortals for decades, but he did not find any real immortal cultivators. He had only found Dr. Sun, a demon. However, now, immortal cultivators had come to find him.
Jiang Ming suddenly realized that after Anonymous killed several Grandmasters in a row, he was treated with reverence. Even the new imperial family of the Cloud Empire would have to treat him with respect.
"If this is true, maybe I can use this opportunity to increase my understanding of the world of immortal cultivation,” Jiang Ming thought.
After all, Dr. Sun had left the world of cultivators for more than a thousand years, and he was still suffering from dementia and had a fragmented memory.
"Do you have any more details?” Jiang Ming looked at Wu Hen.
"It’s all under the control of Wu Yan. It seems that they are still in contact. She is now in Great Cloud City,” Wu Hen replied.
* * *
The next day, in Great Cloud City, Jiang Ming could see a magnificent palace from afar.
It was under construction.
The residence of the imperial family had to be luxurious. It was common for it to take a few years to build.
The walls of Great Cloud City had even been broken open, and the city was being expanded. The city was also much livelier than before, and countless people swarmed in.
* * *
Opposite the Zhou manor was a stall selling meat stew. It attracted several customers.
"The Zhou family is an aristocratic family with a Dao Master. You must be on good terms with them to be able to have your stall here,” a customer said carefully.
"Haha! I’m just a foreigner, and the Zhou family’s master was kind and pitied me. Thus, he let me open my stall here.”
"This is a blessed land!” an old man with a white beard said with a smile. “Do you know who lived here when I was young?”
After attracting many gazes, the old man smiled proudly and said, “The Wang family! They were highly respected in this area. Miss Wang was beautiful and kind. Many people in the city have received help from the Wang family.”
"Is that what you were so excited about? Nobody cares about the Wang family anymore.”
Many customers rolled their eyes.
The old man’s face suddenly turned red. He wanted to argue, but he could not. In the end, he could only leave with a sigh.
After Jiang Ming finished his speech, he got up and left.
The glory and liveliness of the past had long been buried under layers of dust. Even if some people remembered it, no one would care anymore.
* * *
There was a large tree in the Zhou manor.
Under the tree was a swing. A person was seated on the swing, swaying gently.
There was no one around. Everyone in the Zhou family knew that this was a forbidden area of the Zhou family. Only with the permission of Madam Zhou could anyone enter.
"I didn’t expect that you would still return here!”
A faint laugh suddenly rang out.
The swing stopped abruptly.
Miss Wang stood up from the swing and saluted the figure who had suddenly appeared. She then explained carefully, “When I was young, my father tied a swing under this tree for me. This used to be my favorite place to play.”
Jiang Ming waved his hand and did not let her continue. “Tell me, did the immortal cultivators come to find me? What’s going on?”
Miss Wang’s gaze turned serious. “Half a year ago, a Dao Master under the Nameless’s command was suddenly found by a mysterious person. They asked him to send a message, saying that he wanted to meet Anonymous and discuss a deal! That person only said that they were from the Fire Lotus Valley.”
Jiang Ming squinted.
According to the Liang family’s records, it was the immortal cultivators of the Fire Lotus Valley who sought out the heads of the Liang family. That was how the Grandmaster family was established for hundreds of years.
The Liang family had presented the King of Medicine for generations in exchange for martial arts resources from the immortal cultivators of the Fire Lotus Valley.
"Are they here to seek revenge?” Jiang Ming muttered to himself and then looked at Miss Wang. “What else did they tell us? Did they leave anything?”
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"They left behind a jade pendant, saying that the path of martial arts is just one aspect of life. They also said that if Anonymous wants to go further and look for immortals, he should go to the red pine snowfield and seek an audience.”
"Seek an audience, huh?” Jiang Ming had a faint smile on his face.
