Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Song Ciwan stood at the corner of a long corridor, looking toward the small banquet area ahead.

The fireworks in the night sky blossomed into an ever-increasing variety of patterns.

From a blooming rain of flowers that filled the sky to birds, insects, and fish darting through the air, moments later, the fireworks fell one after another, like the light of the Galaxy cascading from the nine heavens.

Just as the fiery lights, like a river of flame, were about to rain down upon the banquet, the Child flicked his hand. Suddenly, as if they were weary birds returning to their nests, all the scattered lights shot back into his palm in an instant, transforming into a Fire Dragon coiling within his hand.

The Fire Dragon held its head high. Though not a True Dragon—merely a coalescence of flames—it was so lifelike that it possessed an extraordinary sense of majesty.

The marvel of this Fire Technique's transformation was simply sublime.

At the banquet, the crowd erupted in cheers and praise. "Bravo! The Little Cyan God's Fire Technique is a testament to the Cyan God's true teachings! The family's deep-rooted heritage is truly worthy of admiration. Marvelous!"

As Song Ciwan witnessed this scene, a Spiritual Light surged in her mind.

Finally, the character for "Transformation" belatedly appeared, slowly forming upon her Spirit Platform.

Of course, rather than comprehending the "Transformation" character from witnessing the Little Cyan God's Fire Technique, it was more because of her earlier remote probing. Song Ciwan had received Yan Hanzhang's Wish Power, which led to the formation of the "Transformation" character at this moment.

Although Song Ciwan had only stored all of Yan Hanzhang's Wish Power in the Heaven and Earth Scale and had not yet had a chance to trade it, Yan Hanzhang's ability to receive the Celestial Spiritual Light and generate the "Transformation" Illusion Text had originated from Song Ciwan's remote Dharma Transmission Skill.

After the Dharma Transmission, Yan Hanzhang had an epiphany. Receiving his feedback, Song Ciwan naturally obtained the "Transformation" Illusion Text as well.

The only difference was that for Yan Hanzhang, "Transformation" was his Life-bound Illusion Text, whereas for Song Ciwan, "Transformation" was just one among many ordinary characters.

Of course, calling it ordinary was only relative to certain other characters; in reality, this "Transformation" character was not ordinary at all.

Song Ciwan stood at the end of the corridor, having comprehended the character for Transformation.

Then, she gazed into the distance.

She saw that this so-called "small banquet" was actually being held on the island in the middle of the lake.

Just now, Song Ciwan had followed the Eldest Princess in one large circle after another, but in truth, she had never left the island.

And standing on the island, looking across the gently rippling lake, one could still see the large garden on the other side.

The paths on this island were like a series of interlocking rings. As one walked, the scenery seemed to change endlessly, yet it always felt as if one were walking in place.

Savoring this strange sensation, Song Ciwan continued to gaze into the distance.

As for why it was "gazing into the distance"—

After all, the island was small, and the lake within the garden was not large. With Song Ciwan's current Cultivation, looking at the garden on the shore across such a small lake shouldn't have been described as "gazing into the distance."

But Song Ciwan felt an undeniable sense of great distance. This could only mean that this Xizhai—or rather, its masters, the Eldest Princess and the Third Princess—were perhaps true masters of spatial manipulation.

Close But Far Away, and the ends of the earth within reach;

A Sumeru in a mustard seed, and a universe in a pot.

The marvels were too numerous to describe.

Song Ciwan saw that the large garden was still bustling with activity. From time to time, guests from unknown places would enter the garden from the outside.

In the garden, the Chanting Officer was still endlessly announcing gifts.

If a guest's gift was particularly precious, they would also be invited by the Stewards to the small banquet on the island.

However, there was no one else, like Song Ciwan, who had been personally invited by the Eldest Princess.

The Eldest Princess then began introducing the various figures at the small banquet to Song Ciwan. At the same time, these "people" all greeted the Eldest Princess with broad smiles and, through her introductions, became acquainted with Song Ciwan.

The Eldest Princess said, "This is the Great Mountain God of Cyan Bottle Mountain, Sister Cyan God. That mischievous little one is her child, the Little Cyan God. Little Sister Song, look, isn't he just adorable?"

Song Ciwan nodded. "The Little Cyan God is clever and quick-witted. Everyone who meets him is sure to love him."

Her sincere praise for the child made the Great Cyan God's eyes curve into crescents as she smiled.

Though the Great Cyan God had a dignified and graceful appearance, she was now smiling like the most ordinary, loving mother in the world.

By praising the Little Cyan God, Song Ciwan quickly established a good relationship with the Great Cyan God.

The Great Cyan God said with a beaming smile, "Little Sister from the Song Family, you are a Celestial Pride of the Human Race. When you visit Cyan Bottle Mountain in the future, you must help me teach this child, Little Cyan, a thing or two."

Song Ciwan just smiled. "The Little Cyan God's spirituality is extraordinary. I'm afraid this junior would only be showing off her meager skills before an expert."

At this, the Great Cyan God's laughter became even more joyous.

Following the Eldest Princess, Song Ciwan then met several other "people" of peculiar origins.

Among them were a River God, an Earth God, and surprisingly, two Buddhist Cultivators from the Human Race.

Yes, Buddhist Cultivators!

In all her time Cultivating, Song Ciwan had seen plenty of Martial Artists and Cultivators, and she had met her fair share of Scholars, but this was the first time she had ever seen a Buddhist Cultivator.

These two Buddhist Cultivators sat upright at the banquet. At first glance, they looked no different from the other guests.

Except for the fact that they didn't drink alcohol or eat any of the food at the banquet.

They also did not speak loudly.

But when the Little Cyan God's performance reached its peak, they would also chant a Buddhist mantra and say, "Marvelous."

Song Ciwan felt it would be impolite to stare, and the Eldest Princess only gave a brief introduction for the two.

One had the Buddhist name Ling Kong and was said to be from Han Jue Temple; the other had the Buddhist name Xing Ping and was from Dabei Temple.

The two monks placed their palms together and each said, "Amitabha. Greetings, laywoman."

Song Ciwan returned the gesture, placing her own palms together.

After they passed a small grove of flowering trees, the Eldest Princess suddenly called out in a clear, cheerful voice, "Oh, Ao Yun, you little rascal! So this is where you were hiding!"

When Song Ciwan first heard the name "Ao Yun," she didn't feel it was anything special.

Ao was a prominent surname of the Dragon Race. Since the Eldest Princess had previously mentioned there was a Dragon Maiden at the banquet, this Ao Yun before her must be the one.

She saw the Dragon Maiden standing with her hands behind her back before a flowering tree dotted with small blue blossoms. Her silhouette was long and slender, with an extremely narrow waist, exuding an ineffable sense of delicate stubbornness.

She wore a red gown, and her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Atop her head, she wore a string of golden flowers. The hair ornament was exquisite, not at all gaudy, and instead gave her an air that was both vibrant and coolly aloof.

For a moment, her attire made her look even more like a bride than the Third Princess in the main hall.

As the Eldest Princess's voice rang out, Ao Yun, who stood with her hands clasped behind her, turned around, revealing a face that was both beautiful and vividly striking.

Behind them, the moment she saw Ao Yun's face, Song Ciwan first found it familiar. Then, a lightning bolt seemed to flash through her mind.

The Ao Yun before her bore a clear seventy-percent resemblance to Lady Zhen, Aunt Zhou's daughter, whom Song Ciwan had once saved!

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