78: Chapter 78 Penglai Immortal Sect

In the latter half of the night, he went to the seaside to guide Cang Mingyue.

In addition to cultivating her support abilities and combat prowess, Su Chen specifically emphasized the development of her ability to awaken the intelligence of living creatures.

Under his encouragement, Cang Mingyue attempted to awaken the intelligence of an old dog demon that frequently scavenged for food along the coast, which was gaunt and possessed extremely low intelligence.

According to Cang Mingyue, this old dog demon had been kept by a family on land to guard their home.

However, because it was old and possessed no intelligence other than being loyal, it was discarded by its owners without a second thought.

At first, the old dog demon only looked at them with fear.

Yet, under the influence of Cang Mingyue's ethereal singing and gentle aura, a glimmer of light gradually returned to its cloudy eyes, and it was even able to respond to some simple commands.

Afterwards, it took a deep look at both Cang Mingyue and Su Chen before running quickly towards East Lai City on the shore.

"It is probably going back to guard its owners' home; I hope this time, the family won't abandon it."

Cang Mingyue shook her head, her eyes filled with a complex expression.

Su Chen also imparted some basic cultivation methods and techniques to her, helping her better control her own power.

Meanwhile, the worry on Ye Yuan's face grew with each passing day.

He went out to investigate every day, and his brows were always tightly furrowed upon his return.

He had heard that the new magistrate and the people from the Penglai Immortal Sect were about to arrive, but this did not make him feel any more at ease; instead, it seemed as if he were making an extremely difficult choice.

He would often mutter to himself at the air or pace around the courtyard in agitation.

Often, he would look in Ye Jingjun's direction with a complex gaze, then shake his head abruptly.

Finally, in an atmosphere that seemed calm, Donglai Prefecture welcomed its grand "saviors."

On this day, the main streets of the prefecture city were swept clean, with yamen runners and soldiers standing solemnly on both sides.

The new magistrate, dressed in brand-new official robes, entered the city in a grand procession, surrounded by a host of subordinate officials and several extraordinary-looking elders and disciples wearing the attire of the Penglai Immortal Sect.

A high platform was erected in front of the City God Temple, filled with large cauldrons for brewing medicinal soup.

An elder from the Penglai Immortal Sect announced publicly that they had developed a special prescription to curb the epidemic, which would be distributed free of charge by the government to all patients.

The Penglai Immortal Sect was originally the most famous cultivation sect in the East Lai area and held high prestige among the common people.

Coupled with the fact that they had now developed a special prescription to curb the epidemic, they were even more supported by the people.

Incidentally, even the new magistrate's reputation rose significantly in the hearts of the people.

As the news spread, the whole city was in an uproar, and the long-despairing people flocked to the City God Temple.

Cheers and expressions of gratitude were endless.

After the medicinal soup was distributed, some patients with milder symptoms drank it, and the scales on their bodies indeed began to recede, and their spirits improved significantly.

For a time, the new magistrate and the Penglai Immortal Sect were revered as gods.

The gloom that had shrouded Donglai Prefecture for months seemed to truly begin to dissipate amidst this wave of gratitude and hope.

Ye Yuan, holding the body of Su Chen's sword, stood on a nearby roof eave with Ye Jingjun.

With his spiritual sense "watching" this "happy ending," there was not much joy on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly took to the air with Ye Jingjun.

They flew towards a pavilion in the east of Donglai Prefecture city.

The wind whistled in their ears, and the Donglai Prefecture city below rapidly shrank, turning into a blurred outline of houses.

Ye Yuan was not controlling the su chen sword; instead, he gripped the body of the su chen sword in his left hand, and his figure, while flying on the sword, swayed slightly.

Clearly, his unhealed serious injuries had a great impact on him.

Even after resting for several days, he could currently only barely manage to fly on the sword.

Ye Jingjun stood at the tail of the sword, her pretty face pale.

However, it was not because of the high-speed flight at high altitude.

But because of Ye Yuan's resolute words.

"Ye Jingjun, your talent for the sword is too poor."

Ye Yuan's voice came across the wind, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"Following me, your life will be precarious. A useless person like you staying by my side only burdens me."

"I have already inquired clearly; the Penglai Immortal Sect is not just the top sect in Donglai Prefecture, but also in the entire Qingzhou region, with a profound foundation."

"Sending you there will at least ensure your safety."

"If you can be accepted as a disciple by one of the elders and learn authentic immortal arts, it will be far better than you fumbling around with that low-class swordsmanship on your own."

Ye Yuan's voice came faintly, and no matter how dull Ye Jingjun was, she could understand his meaning.

Her father didn't want her anymore.

"Father!"

Ye Jingjun took two steps forward, her voice choked with tears.

"Please, don't dislike me. Even if my talent is poor, I will practice the sword even harder. I can…"

"Effort?"

Ye Yuan sneered, interrupting her.

"In this world, effort is not always useful. I am the prime example."

"Jingjun, don't be naive."

He pointed to the city beneath them.

"Are you saying that these poor people who work hard day and night are not making an effort?"

"But after working hard for their whole lives, can they become immortals or martial artists?"

Ye Jingjun lowered her head in disappointment.

Her memories of the past were somewhat blurred.

The earliest, earliest thing she could remember happened one year ago.

At that time, she was already fleeing from place to place under the leadership of this "father," Ye Yuan.

At least before meeting Su Chen, Ye Yuan was definitely her only relative.

But now, this only relative wanted to cast her aside as a burden…

Thinking of this, Ye Jingjun looked at Ye Yuan's tense jawline and his dull, blind eyes, and all the pleading words were stuck in her throat.

They turned into silent tears, scattered by the rushing wind.

Su Chen, who was inside the sword, was also dissatisfied with Ye Yuan's behavior.

If it weren't for the blood pact between him and Ye Yuan, which allowed him to read that there was not a shred of malice in Ye Yuan's heart, he probably would have already acted.

Before long, a magnificent complex of buildings appeared amidst the swirling clouds and mist ahead.

With upturned eaves and bracket sets, pavilions and towers built against the mountain, this was the mountain gate of the Penglai Immortal Sect.

Ye Yuan lowered the sword light and landed under the huge stone archway in front of the mountain gate.

He took a deep breath and straightened his robes.

He straightened his back and spoke loudly to the gate-guarding disciples.

"Loose cultivator Ye Yuan, bringing my daughter Ye Jingjun, have come to pay a visit to the mountain. I implore the Penglai Immortal Sect to accept my daughter into your gates!"

The gate-guarding disciple was also a sword cultivator; he could feel the sword intent and cultivation level on Ye Yuan and dared not be negligent, so he quickly went inside to report.

A moment later, an elder in green Taoist robes walked out with several disciples.

The elder swept his gaze over Ye Yuan and Ye Jingjun, his brows slightly furrowed.

He could feel from Ye Yuan's blind eyes and sword intent.

This man before him was definitely an expert in the martial path.

But…

As a prestigious and righteous sect, rules were rules.

"This is not the time for our Penglai Immortal Sect to open the mountain and accept disciples."

The elder's tone was indifferent.

"Please return, sir."