vstars Chapter 54 Obtaining the Flying Shuttle
Chapter 54 Obtaining the Flying Shuttle
Months passed.
The appointed time arrived, and Lu Qingyun and the others came to Chunying Pavilion once again.
The fairies of Spring Oriole Pavilion remain as alluring as ever, each exuding a seductive charm.
However, no one was interested in appreciating their beauty.
"Where is Daoist Changyang? He promised to give us magical artifacts, but half a year has passed, and he's nowhere to be found?"
The burly man with a dark, coal-black face had a contorted expression, half anxious and half uneasy.
It wasn't that he didn't want to appreciate the fairy, but the magical artifact was more important than the fairy.
Seeing the open door of Changyang Daoist's room, with no sound coming from inside, his unease intensified.
He was worried that Changyang Taoist would abscond with the money.
The crowd around them looked anxious and urged the fairy of Chunying Pavilion to call out Changyang Daoist.
They were afraid their precious stones would go to waste.
Has Changyang Daoist run away?
The leading fairy smiled sweetly.
"The Taoist priest left yesterday. If you seniors look for him now, it will probably be too late."
As soon as the words were spoken, everything went black before the cultivators' eyes.
It turned into the same coal-colored hue as the burly, dark-faced man.
The cultivator usually appears dignified and respectable, but as long as his fundamental nature is not harmed, he remains calm and composed, able to appear confident and composed.
Now that they've been swindled out of a fortune by Master Changyang, even the most aloof cultivators are now as angry as mortals.
Zheng Tianxuan of the Zheng family squinted his eyes, seemingly unmoved.
He was even happier to hear that the Taoist priest Changyang might have run away with the donated money.
He couldn't help but be happy, as several late-stage Qi Refining experts from the Zheng family, as well as his family's ancestor, were not present today.
It wasn't that they couldn't get there; rather, they had been eyeing Changyang Daoist for a long time and planned to rob him of everything as soon as he left the market.
The Taoist priest Changyang fled yesterday, and the ancestor of the Zheng family left the market yesterday.
The more spirit stones he took away, the more spirit stones Zheng Tianxuan could gain.
Just then, an annoying voice interrupted Zheng Tianxuan's excitement.
"Since Daoist Changyang is going to a safer place east of Daliang, under the jurisdiction of Yunxia Sect, he certainly won't ruin his reputation here," the fairies said with smiles, as if they still had something to say.
Zheng Tianxuan looked over with a dark expression and saw Bai Yuechan, whom he hated.
Bai Yuechan's face was veiled. She was not in a hurry and slowly asked the fairy of Chunying Pavilion.
"My sister is indeed clever; we sisters do have more to say."
The fairy at the head of the group, dressed in a green gown, covered her mouth and chuckled as she looked at the anxious crowd.
Spring Oriole Pavilion was opened by a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator and is quite popular throughout the entire Yunxia region.
Their noise and commotion in the Spring Oriole Pavilion was so annoying that even the fairies were displeased.
Therefore, she deliberately remained silent, wanting to see the cultivators make a fool of themselves.
"Fairy, good fairy, could it be that Daoist Changyang is only a little late and will arrive soon?"
Seeing the unexpected turn of events, the cultivators immediately tried to curry favor, their faces beaming with joy.
"Fellow Daoists, why are you in such a hurry? Although Daoist Changyang is cautious and has no choice but to deceive you, he is a righteous person and will not take away your treasures."
The fairy smiled and, seeing that everyone had apologized, stopped pretending.
The dozen or so magical artifacts, each packed in a storage bag, were brought out by the maids carrying embroidered boxes.
Upon seeing the fine box adorned with golden patterns and the storage bag on it, the cultivators were overjoyed, their faces beaming with smiles.
Lu Qingyun took a storage bag according to the number.
As promised, it was the flying shuttle that had been refined; it was silver and translucent, with an extraordinary aura.
Looking at the carefully arranged patterns on the shuttle, Lu Qingyun knew that this was a high-quality shuttle crafted with great care.
It was worth the several thousand spirit stones he spent.
Zheng Tianxuan's face darkened with anger; Changyang Daoist had indeed kept his promise.
Should we forge five pieces for them?
But he was still dissatisfied.
How could the Zheng family's swordsmen not be greedy? They not only wanted what they were entitled to, but also wanted more.
With a cold gaze sweeping over everyone present, Zheng Tianxuan snorted and turned away with a flick of his sleeve.
If Changyang Daoist kept all these magical artifacts, they should all belong to the Zheng family.
The cultivators were reluctant to part with the fairies, and a few stayed to spend the night. Among them was Lu Qingyun's good uncle, Li Fulai.
"Why is there such a rush for you to leave, nephew? Why not share a phoenix with your uncle and deepen your relationship?"
Li Fulai greedily inhaled the fragrant air and held the fairy in his arms.
He was so happy to have won the magic weapon he had bid on that he cut back some of the money he had saved for the earth dragon beast's food and went to find the fairy at the Spring Oriole Pavilion.
The fairy blinked, "Elder Li, two people will require additional spirit stones!"
Li Fulai's smile froze on his face. He just wanted to be polite; he never intended to actually invite Lu Qingyun to spend the night together.
Before he could even think of a way to say it...
"No need, Uncle-Master, please be careful this time, lest you let the fairy catch the disease too."
Lu Qingyun was the first to refuse via telepathy, glancing at the lingering sores on Li Fulai's skin.
Li Fulai chuckled awkwardly. Luckily, Lu Qingyun didn't say it to his face, otherwise he would have lost all face.
Lu Qingyun had no intention of wasting his time with him; returning to the spiritual field to cultivate made him feel more at ease.
They flew back to the spirit field in their flying shuttle.
It was a fine magical artifact, and in no time they arrived in front of the formation.
Lu Qingyun glanced in Zheng Tianxuan's direction and sighed softly.
If Changyang Daoist had given him this magic artifact earlier, he would have definitely spoken up to warn him, so that he wouldn't suffer the same fate as Zheng Tianxuan.
Now it all depends on his fate and whether he can escape the Zheng family's scheme.
Outside the market town.
Boom boom boom!
Seventy or eighty miles along the Pingyang River, Changyang Daoist unleashed a torrent of magical power. He snorted coldly, and the magical artifact in his hand exploded as if it were free.
Despite his caution, he underestimated the Zheng family's methods.
The Zheng family had ambushes all around the market, and no matter where he came from, the Zheng family cultivators would arrive quickly.
Moreover, he was really unlucky, as he chose the location of the half-step Foundation Establishment ancestor of the Zheng family.
A scarlet lotus flower bloomed in the air, swallowing the vortex of magical power unleashed by Daoist Changyang.
"This is the Crimson Lotus Devourer! You've actually cultivated a half-way divine power?!"
When Changyang Daoist saw the lotus flower, his expression finally changed.
It is difficult for cultivators to comprehend supernatural powers before reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.
Although the old thief of the Zheng family was only at the half-step Foundation Establishment stage, he had extraordinary talent and actually comprehended half of the divine power ahead of time.
Changyang was filled with remorse and regret. He never expected that randomly choosing a direction would lead him into the enemy's strongest ambush.
"The Taoist priest has quite a good eye."
The cold-faced old man's brows furrowed as he saw that Changyang Daoist had guessed his methods. If it weren't for this supernatural power, he would probably have been seriously injured by Changyang.
However, there are no "what ifs" in life.
The cold-faced old man sneered and formed a hand seal once more.
His good grandson, after counting the years, finally succeeded once again, and did not disappoint his trust.
"Changyang Daoist, surrender quickly and let me use my slave techniques to give you a way out."