Fang Zhixing had no objections.
The group left the peach blossom forest and entered a secluded winding path. As they walked deeper, an arched gateway appeared ahead, surrounded by flowing wind, resembling a vortex.
"What is this?"
Fang Zhixing raised an eyebrow, not expecting that behind the peach blossom forest, there was another world.
Hua Manshuang smiled and introduced, "The Inner City of Flowing Wind City is actually where my Immortal Palace is located. It’s not very large, approximately three thousand acres. This is one of the entrances to the Immortal Palace."
Fang Zhixing understood, looked at the arched gateway, and clicked his tongue in wonder, "Could this be a transport gate?"
"Correct!"
Hua Manshuang nodded with a smile, pride appearing between her brows as she slowly spoke, "Transmission Formations are usually pyramid-shaped and are difficult to make in the form of a gate. However, our Wind God Departnt has mastered special techniques to create transport gates, which we call ’Wind’s Non-Residue.’
This type of transport gate can be set up in any place where wind gathers and energy converges, with a transmission range starting at thirty thousand miles, coming and going like the wind."
Fang Zhixing looked back and finally realized that the peach blossom forest and the hot springs were indeed places where wind gathered and energy converged, and suddenly it all made sense.
No wonder mbers of the Wind God Departnt appeared here; wherever the wind gathered, they would go there.
"Please!"
Fang Zhixing followed Hua Manshuang and stepped into the transport gate.
In the blink of an eye, they found themselves in a grand and magnificent Immortal Palace.
Fang Zhixing looked around and couldn’t help but ask, "Can this Immortal Palace conceal the aura of two Golden Immortals?"
"It’s sufficient!"
Hua Manshuang nodded, "This Immortal Palace was originally used by my mother and . My mother is also a Golden Immortal."
"Your mother..."
Fang Zhixing raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Where did she go?"
Hua Manshuang sighed softly, "My mother was a Seventh Grade Golden Immortal. She sensed that a Heavenly Tribulation would fall upon her, and knowing it was almost impossible to overco, she chose to reincarnate."
Fang Zhixing was taken aback, surprised, "Can reincarnation really avoid the Heavenly Tribulation?"
"Of course!"
Hua Manshuang was deeply convinced, "Golden Immortals are always targeted by Heavenly Tribulations because their aura is too strong and is not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao.
So, as long as a Golden Immortal abolishes their cultivation completely and removes all traces of their aura, they can avoid the Heavenly Tribulation and preserve everything."
Fang Zhixing pondered briefly and hesitated, "If they reincarnate, how can they preserve everything?"
Hua Manshuang laughed at this, "It seems you’ve never reincarnated before. I’ve done it once; it’s not that difficult."
Fang Zhixing perked up his ears and listened intently.
Hua Manshuang spoke slowly.
"In the Star Domain, there are many Pocket Worlds, forming independent realms, containing countless possibilities.
We can select suitable Pocket Worlds for our growth, choose a family or sect, and arrange a completely new life for ourselves.
Once prepared, we can carry out the ’soldier solution.’
The Golden Immortal’s body dies naturally, and the soul imdiately enters the Pocket World for reincarnation, to live a new life."
Fang Zhixing blinked and asked a key question, "After reincarnation, will mory be retained?"
Hua Manshuang nodded, "mories from past lives cannot be completely erased, nor can they be entirely retained.
After all, mories resurface whenever they are stimulated.
My approach is to break the fetal mories during infancy, so I rember my past identity, Cultivation Technique, secret treasures, and other important information, then cultivate and beco stronger until I achieve Shattering Void and return to the Immortal Realm.
At that point, I am in my second life, able to avoid all the mistakes of the past life and cultivate to the Ninth Grade Golden Immortal in the shortest ti, and then break through to the Eighth Grade in one go."
Fang Zhixing suddenly understood.
To put it simply, Hua Manshuang exploited a loophole in the Heavenly Tribulation.
Once a Golden Immortal’s aura leaks, it might attract a Heavenly Tribulation.
If you’re well-prepared, you can pass through safely.
If not, you will definitely be struck down by the Heavenly Tribulation.
At this point, there’s also a counterasure, which is reincarnation.
It’s like saving your progress in a ga; if you can’t defeat the boss the first ti, you can try again multiple tis, ending up as nothing more than a strand of hair.
"Jun Yao must be soone’s reincarnation, as well as Tian Lei, Heavenly Locust, Tian Yin, and Heavenly Envy..."
Fang Zhixing imdiately thought of many things.
Hua Manshuang took Fang Zhixing on a tour of her Immortal Palace.
As they passed the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Fang Zhixing glanced at the System Panel and suddenly asked, "Do you have any other Fu Yao Bells?"
Hua Manshuang nodded, "I do. Do you want one?"
Fang Zhixing nodded, "I’ve already decided to cultivate the Wind Scroll. At the very least, I need five Ninth Grade Fu Yao Bells."
Hua Manshuang understood and, without any hesitation, pushed open the door to the Divine Weapon Pavilion and went inside.
Before long, she returned with four small white bells in her hand, speaking seriously, "I only have four here; I’m missing one."
"Thank you." Fang Zhixing was overjoyed and, without ceremony, accepted them directly.
[1. Gather at least 5 Ninth Grade Fu Yao Bells (4/5)]
Unexpectedly, he easily obtained four Ninth Grade Fu Yao Bells.
Fang Zhixing was very pleased, and he reciprocated with gratitude, smiling, "Chief Hua, we can start cultivating anyti."
Hua Manshuang’s spirit lifted.
Honestly speaking, her cultivation had been stagnant for many years, and to change this predicant, she had tried many thods and even considered marriage alliances.
However, she knew that once a woman subjugates herself to another, in most cases, she gains very little and loses a lot.
As the Chief of the Wind God Departnt, whoever she marries would effectively annex the Wind God Departnt through marriage.
Her power would completely disintegrate after becoming soone’s wife!
For her, this was hard to accept.
"Alright, let’s begin!"
Hua Manshuang took a deep breath, full of anticipation.
The two entered the secret chamber and sat facing each other.
Fang Zhixing turned his hand, taking out the Thousand-Autumn Bell, and clenched his fist, striking fiercely.
Dong~
A grand sound reverberated, shaking the heavens and earth, transmitting into the infinite void.
Soon, an echo returned unexpectedly from the depths of the void.
At this mont!
The Thousand-Autumn Bell buzzed and vibrated!
Fu Yao Bells swayed violently!
A vast warm current surged forth, pouring from the top of the head into the body!
Fang Zhixing was accustod to this and accepted it calmly.
But Hua Manshuang was taken aback, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, a blush spreading across her cheeks, her mouth agape, and her emotions growing more intense.
Nothing could be done!
The rit was simply too overwhelming!
"The amount is really imnse!"
"I’m about to overflow!"
Hua Manshuang had never experienced such enjoynt; rit poured towards her as if it were free, surging endlessly, akin to tempestuous waves crashing against that damned bottleneck.
Crack!
The bottleneck that had been blocking everything finally cracked!
Hua Manshuang’s cultivation made a small progress, feeling entirely at ease!
Such bliss!
Hua Manshuang was completely imrsed, unable to extricate herself.
Dong~
Suddenly, Fang Zhixing swung his fist and struck a second ti.
The Thousand-Autumn Bell echoed through the heavens!
Hua Manshuang’s breath caught; she’d just been lifted into the air by a wave of rit and hadn’t yet descended before another wave raised her higher.
The rushing tide of rit was beyond counting.
Her body was enveloped in happiness.
"Ah!"
Hua Manshuang gasped breathlessly, unable to hold back her cry.
Nearly shouted herself hoarse.
If the two weren’t in a soundproof chamber.
Otherwise, such a loud shout would be difficult to explain.
Dong~
The third strike arrived as promised.
Forceful!
With great staying power!
"Hoo~"
Hua Manshuang was about to go crazy, shaking her head wildly, her long hair tumbling down, flying behind her.
Dong~
Fang Zhixing once again heavily pounded the Thousand-Autumn Bell.
This was the fourth strike!
And the fifth strike, sixth strike!
Hua Manshuang’s mouth opened wide, bearing the rit jar, crazily refining and absorbing it, unwilling to waste even a bit.
Seventh strike!
Eighth strike!
As an Eighth Grade Golden Immortal, Hua Manshuang only felt her inner rit overflowing, almost satisfying an appetite.
Ninth strike!
Tenth strike!
Hua Manshuang felt her body cramping, her emotions exceeding human limits, flying wildly.
Fang Zhixing finally paused.
Although his endurance was extrely lasting, the Thousand-Autumn Bell, being Ninth Grade, consud trendous energy.
He struck once every hour and struck ten tis in succession, equivalent to twenty hours of continuous cultivation.
[2, Strike the Thousand-Autumn Bell at least 1000 tis (10/1000)]
"At this rate, it will take at least a hundred days to fulfill condition 2."
Fang Zhixing quickly understood, but he wasn’t in a hurry and could progress gradually.
Suddenly, Hua Manshuang collapsed, exhausted, falling into Fang Zhixing’s arms, panting heavily.
Unaware of how much ti had passed, Hua Manshuang finally ca to her senses, realizing she was nestled in Fang Zhixing’s embrace, shy beyond asure.
However, she was ultimately a cultivator, her Dao heart far firr than an ordinary person, not so concerned with male and female matters.
Yet Fang Zhixing teased and asked, "Hua Chief, are you satisfied with ?"
Hua Manshuang took a deep breath, sat up, tidied her appearance, and replied coyly, "You’re passable."
Fang Zhixing laughed heartily, "It seems I need to try a bit harder."
Hua Manshuang’s face turned crimson to her neck, overwheld and embarrassed, quickly rising and running away.
The next day arrived in a flash.
Hua Manshuang once again ca to the secret chamber, sitting solemnly across from Fang Zhixing.
Fang Zhixing’s expression was calm as he positioned the Thousand-Autumn Bell, his fist as large as a sandbag swung fiercely, striking the bell.
Dong~
Cultivation began!
...
More than half a month passed in a blur.
The people in the Wind God Departnt soon noticed that their beautiful Chief rarely went out anymore.
It should be known that before, Hua Manshuang couldn’t cultivate and loved to go out, wandering around and attracting attention.
But ever since she t Fang Zhixing, she had suddenly vanished from public view.
"Sis, are you alright?"
The middle-aged man ca into the Immortal Palace, Hua Manshuang’s younger brother, Hua Manting.
The Hua Family is matriarchal, each generation producing outstanding female cultivators.
The n of the Hua Family didn’t fare as well, one weaker than the next.
It is said that the Wind Scroll is very suitable for the Hua Family’s won to cultivate.
And after won beco strong, the excessive yin energy destroys the n.
Of course, this is a legend; to date, no one can truly explain this phenonon.
Gradually, the n of the Hua Family stopped cultivating the Wind Scroll and turned to other cultivation techniques.
Hua Manting is just like this...
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