dmims Chapter 123 The Order to Establish a Guild, An Epilogue to Mu Wanqing's Wonderful Tale
Chapter 123 The Order to Establish a Guild, An Epilogue to Mu Wanqing's Wonderful Tale
Chapter 123 The Order to Establish a Guild, An Epilogue to Mu Wanqing's Wonderful Tale
"If that's the case, then what do you need Lingjiu Palace for?"
Inside Tingxue Pavilion, Mu Wanqing sat beside Luo Su, digesting the story of the reincarnation of immortals she had just heard. It took her a while to come back to her senses, and her eyes were filled with doubt.
Given Russell's extraordinary abilities, Mu Wanqing wouldn't be surprised if he conquered the entire world, yet he took the initiative to ask Tong Lao for a mere Spirit Palace.
This is like Jack Ma personally going to the entrance of a residential area to ask for a small shop; the difference is quite significant.
Russell chuckled softly, put his arm around her shoulder, and said mysteriously, "I have a brilliant plan."
From a perspective unseen by Mu Wanqing, a phantom panel quietly floated in front of him, its pale blue light swirling around it.
[System Shop]
[Next refresh time: 11]
[Current source: 18280]
[Items available for purchase]
[Guild Creation Token: Price: 10000 Source Points]
[Pet Egg - Ear Hood: Price: 2000 Source Points]
[Character Template - Demon Lord Chonglou: Price: 888888 Source Points]
The commotion in the Jade Dynasty world provided Russell with a whopping 18000 Source Points. He couldn't afford the template for Demon Lord Chonglou for the time being, but he acquired the other two items without hesitation. In any case, the commotion he would cause in other worlds in the future would definitely not be small, and he wouldn't be too short of Source Points.
Between the guild creation token and the pet egg, the guild creation token is the most important, and it is also the reason why Russell asked for Lingjiu Palace.
[Guild Creation Order: Create a guild and conquer the world. Source: Tian Long Ba Bu Online Game World]
According to the system's explanation, the gang creation order has an extremely strict definition of the gang concept. It not only requires a formal address as a base, but also a certain number of gang members to activate and use it.
Otherwise, he would have already dragged Xiao Yan and the others to any mountain to set up their flag, instead of going through all this trouble.
As for Lingjiu Palace, not to mention its thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments alone are enough. It is the perfect ready-made team. Once he officially takes over, he only needs to use the establishment order to encompass the entire Misty Peak forces, and the sect will be considered established.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Mu Wanqing didn't press him. Instead, she turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on his face, and asked with a hint of nervousness, "You said you would teach me cultivation—does that still stand?"
Russell raised an eyebrow, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Of course it counts. Now there are two methods, one fast and one slow. It's up to Wanqing which one you want to choose."
Mu Wanqing was about to blurt out that she wanted the faster one, but when she saw the mischievous glint in Russell's smile, alarm bells went off in her heart, and she swallowed the words back.
She steadied herself and tried to make her tone sound calm: "Is there any difference between the fast method and the slow method?"
Russell leaned back against the headboard, shifting to a more comfortable position, and slowly began to speak: "The slow method, of course, is to proceed step by step, sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, breathing and regulating one's breath, guiding the energy into the body, nourishing the meridians, until the spiritual energy liquefies, only then can one achieve some success."
Mu Wanqing listened attentively and then asked, "How long will this take?"
"It could take eight or nine years at the shortest," Russell held up an eight on his fingers, then spread his palm and shook it. "As for longer, it's hard to say. It mainly depends on an individual's aptitude and comprehension."
Mu Wanqing pursed her lips and remained silent.
Innate talent and comprehension can be seen even in martial arts training, let alone in the cultivation of immortality.
She has practiced martial arts since childhood, for more than ten years now, and can barely be considered a third-rate figure in the martial arts world. Presumably, her physical constitution is not very good either.
"And what about the faster ones?" she then asked.
Russell didn't answer directly, but beckoned her to come closer. Mu Wanqing didn't understand why, but she still obediently moved closer.
Russell tilted his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against her ear, each word clearly reaching her ears.
"Cultivate the Great Dao of Yin and Yang with me, and you will enter the path in one night and attain enlightenment in one month."
Mu Wanqing was stunned at first, then reacted and her pretty face flushed red, even her ears turned blush. She was so embarrassed that she tried to straighten up, but Luo Su quickly grabbed her slender waist and gently pulled her into his arms.
"Don't rush to hide." Russell lowered his head, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice carrying a rare gentleness: "I personally suggest you choose the second method. I'm already getting impatient."
Mu Wanqing's heart was pounding like a drum, and her face remained flushed for a long time, but a warm current surged in her heart, enveloping her whole being.
Nothing in the world makes her happier than her lover thinking of and longing for her.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. After a moment, she nodded slightly and murmured an "Mmm" in a voice barely audible.
"Good Wanqing." Russell murmured in her ear, his warm lips gently brushing against her earlobe, causing her body to tremble slightly. His hand then moved to her waist, his fingertips hooking the sash as he was about to untie it.
"Wait!" Mu Wanqing suddenly reached out and pressed his hand, looked up, her eyes filled with a shy pleading look, and whispered, "Could we—wait until tonight?"
Russell paused, met those shimmering, watery eyes, and his heart softened.
Girls are shy, so he naturally had no reason to refuse. He might use force when flirting, but that was clearly not the time now.
"Okay." He withdrew his hand and gently brushed the tip of her nose. "Then tonight."
Seeing how considerate Luo Su was, Mu Wanqing felt that she had been a little bad for refusing him earlier, so she quickly looked up and kissed the corner of Luo Su's lips as an apology.
"You're so thoughtful." Russell squeezed her hand with satisfaction. "Then I have a gift for you too."
Mu Wanqing's eyes lit up slightly. She saw Russell raise his right hand, his five fingers making a grasping motion. An invisible ripple seemed to spread through the air, and a pure white egg appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The egg was about the size of a watermelon, its surface smooth and lustrous like jade, with a faint, icy blue halo, as if covered with a thin layer of frost.
Sunlight falls on it, refracting into tiny, shimmering rays.
Mu Wanqing's eyes lit up instantly. Girls are like dragons in Western stories; they are naturally drawn to things that shine. Even female warriors in the world of martial arts can't escape this trait.
She couldn't resist reaching out and carefully touching the eggshell. It was warm to the touch, with a faint, almost imperceptible coolness. "What is this?"
"You can think of it as a spirit beast's egg." Russell gently placed the egg into her palm.
[Pet Egg - Big Ear Hood: The world is so noisy, sweet dreams are always disturbed. This is not good, not good. Long ears, from now on, no more worries. Ice-type pet. Source: World of "Roc Kingdom"]
Mu Wanqing held the egg, but seemed somewhat troubled.
Her understanding of hatching eggs was to put the eggs under her buttocks, which seemed rather indecent. If she actually did that, she would never be able to hold her head up in front of Russell again.
Russell pulled her hand, his fingertips gathering magic as he gently traced a small cut on the pad of her index finger, from which a drop of crimson blood seeped out and dripped onto the white eggshell.
The moment the blood touched the eggshell, faint ripples spread across its pristine white surface, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake. The blood seeped into the eggshell at a visible speed and disappeared, while the icy blue halo on the eggshell seemed to brighten even more than before.
Seeing the wounds on her fingers healing rapidly under Russell's magical caresses, Mu Wanqing asked expectantly, "Is it all healed now?"
Russell smiled and shook his head: "How could it be that simple? For the next seven days, you have to drip your blood on it every day until it hatches, only then will the recognition of its master be truly complete."
He paused for a moment, his eyes glazing over slightly, as he suddenly remembered his childhood.
Back then, as a free-to-play player, he finally obtained a pet egg in the game, but it broke because he could only access the computer on Sundays. He was heartbroken for a long time because of this. Later, when he grew up, he started playing games on STEM and rarely even opened 4399, let alone games like Rock Kingdom and Seer.
"Ah, youth—" Russell was sighing when light footsteps came from outside the courtyard, followed by Ju Jian's clear voice: "Uncle-Master, Aunt-Master, the Great Wheel King and Young Master Murong request an audience."
Mu Wanqing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed playing with the egg in her arms, frowned slightly upon hearing this and muttered irritably, "They certainly know their stuff."
She finally had some time alone with Russell, but those two had no sense at all and kept bothering her.
"Since we're already here, we should at least meet them." Russell chuckled and informed Kiku to bring the two of them in, as he also had something to discuss with them.
Mu Wanqing stood up, holding the egg, and said softly, "Then you two chat, I'm going to walk around somewhere else. I didn't finish exploring yesterday."
Russell, unsuspecting, nodded.
Not long after Mu Wanqing left, Murong Fu and Kumārajīva went into the courtyard together.
The two arrived at the stone table in the courtyard, greeted Russell, and sat down.
Murong Fu looked around at the scenery of Tingxue Pavilion, his gaze sweeping over the flowers and plants in the courtyard and the carvings in the corridor, before finally landing on Luo Su. He couldn't help but complain, "Brother Luo, this place is much more comfortable. The place where the Grand Preceptor and I live is so desolate. Not only is it drafty, but we even have to boil our own hot tea."
Before Russell could reply, Kumārajīva approached and cut to the chase: "Young Master Luo, I heard you went to study the secret techniques of the Free and Unfettered Sect yesterday. I wonder if you have any powerful martial arts manuals that you could share with this humble monk?"
Russell looked at the expression on his face that seemed to say, "Master, please be a little more reserved. You are, after all, the National Preceptor of Tibet. Do you have to be so direct?"
Kumārajīva waved his hand dismissively, saying confidently, "People in this world are pedantic and selfish; their conversations are naturally full of twists and turns. Since you and I are kindred spirits, why hide anything? Speak your mind directly, and look at any secrets without reservation. This is true character!"
Murong Fu glanced at Kumārajīva without making a sound. Why did those words sound like they were directed at him?
"Speaking of which, I do have a question I'd like to ask you both," Russell nodded and said to the two of them.
Murong Fu's spirits lifted, he snapped his fan shut, and said seriously, "Brother Luo, please speak frankly."
Kumārajīva nodded in agreement: "Please speak, sir."
Russell's gaze slowly swept across the two faces, his tone solemn: "Second one, would you be willing to join my Free and Unfettered Heavenly Palace?"
This wasn't a sudden idea of his; it was something he had already planned back in the world of Jade Dynasty.
The road ahead is long and arduous, and he needs to have his own team so that he won't have to charge ahead alone in the future battles and have to do everything himself.
As for the selection of this team, apart from the Beast God in Nibelungen and Linglong who is in the process of resurrection, it is natural to find people who are well-known and willing to follow him.
The chat group members are clearly not suitable.
Xiao Yan has his own Dou Qi Continent to explore, Han Li has his own path of cultivation to follow, and Zhang Chulan is entangled in even more troubles—each of them has their own destiny, so he can only slowly discover it on his own.
And coincidentally, the two people in front of him perfectly met his requirements.
They are all talented individuals, and all of them are capable.
"The Carefree Heavenly Palace? What a great name!" Murong Fu slapped his folding fan against his palm, his face showing delight. "It's all thanks to Brother Luo's ingenuity. None of these factions can match the imposing presence of the name 'Heavenly Palace'."
He was genuinely surprised and excited.
Ever since he learned of Russell's abilities, he had dreamed of getting close to him. Now, he was isolated in the Central Plains, with only his two maids, Abi and Azhu, and a few retainers such as Deng Baichuan by his side. His dream of restoring his kingdom seemed far away.
He had thought that this matter would have to be handled slowly and that he would gradually build a closer relationship. He never expected that his long-cherished wish would be fulfilled in just one day since he came to Lingjiu Palace!
"This humble monk has been waiting for this day for a very long time." A deep voice rang out, interrupting Murong Fu's thoughts.
He turned his head and saw Kumārajīva slowly rise, his expression solemn to the point of being dignified.
Then, to the astonishment of Russell and Murong Fu, the great monk straightened his robe, clasped his hands together, and respectfully bowed to Russell, his bow touching the ground.
"Master!" Kumārajīva raised his head, his eyes filled with piety and longing, his voice booming like a bell: "Please teach this humble monk martial arts!"
"————" Murong Fu's smile froze. Looking at the standard disciple's salute, he almost crushed the folding fan in his hand.
Niang Xipi!
How come he didn't think of that!
He was just being polite, calling him "Brother Luo" a moment ago, and then this bald monk suddenly knelt down! ? ?
So shameless!
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Russell looked at the solemn and sincere-looking monk in front of him and couldn't help but rub his forehead.
Kumārajīva's enlightenment—he will succeed in whatever he does.
On the other side, after passing through several corridors and around a bamboo grove, an inconspicuous stone chamber appeared before Mu Wanqing's eyes.
Two palace maids stood at the entrance of the stone chamber. Upon seeing Mu Wanqing, they quickly bowed and greeted her as "Master Aunt".
Mu Wanqing nodded and calmly stepped inside.
Inside the stone chamber, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a faint smell of rust mixed with herbs. The walls on both sides were covered with all sorts of instruments of torture: whips, chains, branding irons, and clamps.
Each item gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the flickering firelight.
Several palace maids who were carrying out executions immediately stopped what they were doing when they saw Mu Wanqing and bowed respectfully: "Master Aunt, this place is filthy, what brings you here?"
Mu Wanqing's expression remained unchanged. She coughed lightly and casually made up an excuse: "Your martial uncle has recently comprehended some martial arts and needs to retrieve some things, so he asked me to come over."
The head palace maid quickly said, "Please tell me, Aunt, what do you need? I will go and get it right away."
Mu Wanqing's gaze swept over the items displayed on the rack—a leather whip—made of cowhide, rattan, and even barbed whips—
Necklaces—made of iron, wood, and some lined with soft leather—
Gags come in various sizes and materials.
There were other torture instruments that she couldn't name but knew at a glance what they were used for.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she forced a blank expression and put on a nonchalant look. She pointed and said, "I've forgotten the specifics. Just pack one of each of these for me."
The palace maid naturally didn't ask or think too much, and quickly agreed, deftly taking various items off the wall and putting them into a cloth bag.
Mu Wanqing stood to the side, her face calm and composed, but her heart was beating incredibly fast.
Her gaze fell on the instruments of torture, and involuntarily, certain indescribable images surfaced in her mind. The heat on her face was almost unbearable.
but----
Thinking about what was going to happen that night, she bit her lip, took the heavy bag of items, and turned to leave quickly.