Immortal Cultivation: Starting from a Pharmacy Apprentice

Chapter 258: Chapter 258: So-called Fortunate Opportunity

With Bai Mo’s permission, the three from Divine Dao Mountain moved the Pill Furnace and other items aside.

Wu Yong flicked his sleeve, and several thick, dark-colored logs tumbled out.

With swift movements of their hands and blades, they split the wood. Then, they brought out all sorts of tools, looking for all the world like skilled carpenters.

Before long, a simple, octagonal altar had been erected in the middle of the quiet room, standing a little over half a man’s height.

The altar’s frame looked simple, but Bai Mo could smell the scent of sandalwood—the kind that had accumulated over many years, impossible to wash away.

An ordinary person who smelled it would find it difficult for any stray thoughts to arise in their mind.

’This caliber of scent... I can’t imagine how much more superior it is to the medicinal incense I concoct.’

"We invite Kunwu True Monarch!!"

Wu Yong gave a deep shout as he lit three long sticks of incense, white smoke curling gracefully upwards.

The disciple named Qiu, his face grave, respectfully took the scroll from Bai Mo’s hands and placed it upon the altar.

The Divine Thought Bai Mo had enveloping the area trembled violently as the Talisman on the scroll burst into flames.

"Kunwu True Monarch has awakened!"

Bai Mo shouted.

The moment his voice fell, Wu Yong had already placed the three incense sticks in the small censer at the front of the altar.

A strange energy rippled out. The scroll quivered lightly and then fell still.

Wu Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"That was close, so close. Thankfully, everything is fine."

Bai Mo was rather stunned. A dignified Sect Leader of the Demon Dao, a renowned Nascent Soul True Monarch, had been restrained just like that by three Cultivators from Divine Dao Mountain.

’Everyone has their specialty.’ That saying was truly no idle boast.

Although his opponent was merely a lingering remnant of his former self, it still demonstrated the profound mystery of Divine Dao Mountain’s methods.

"What is Kunwu True Monarch’s current condition?"

Seeing his three senior brothers relax, Bai Mo couldn’t help but ask.

He had heard that in great ancient tombs, there were often powerful figures who had cheated death, enduring the passage of time without decaying completely.

He wondered if Kunwu True Monarch had now reached such a state.

Wu Yong smiled. "This monarch’s physical body is long dead. Only a sliver of pure Divine Thought remains. It’s exceptionally refined and difficult to erase."

"I’d heard his cultivation was profound in the past. It seems the rumors were true!"

Bai Mo sighed with emotion. "To think a great Cultivator like him was killed in a conspiracy by his own disciple and outsiders... It truly leaves one at a loss for words."

Wu Yong shook his head.

"The fall of this Nascent Soul True Monarch was not so simple. Countless factions and hidden hands were involved."

"But times have changed, and there’s no point in investigating it now."

While the two were talking, the disciples Tie and Qiu were not idle.

Their hands never stopped moving, and in a moment, they had arranged various offerings of fruits and melons around the altar.

"Junior Brother, excuse us, please."

Bai Mo quickly moved aside, allowing Brother Qiu to plant a banner nearby.

Several banners now stood around the altar, fluttering without any wind.

Seeing that there were no mishaps, a pleased look spread across Wu Yong’s face.

"Junior Brother, you did absolutely the right thing by not handing this painting over to the sect!

"How much of a reward could the sect have given you? It would have been barely passable at best. But for my Divine Dao Mountain to get our hands on something like this, we would have to pay a huge price!

His face was indignant.

’Actually, I thought the sect’s reward was quite substantial, and I haven’t heard many complain about it.’

’This Brother Wu is probably acting this way because the resources used by Divine Dao Mountain involve enormous stakes and astonishing karmic ties.’

Wu Yong clapped a hand on Bai Mo’s shoulder, saying excitedly:

"Just you wait, Junior Brother! Once we’ve subdued Kunwu True Monarch, I’ll show you what my Divine Dao Mountain is capable of. We definitely won’t treat you unfairly!"

With that, the three senior brothers had Bai Mo step back. They straightened their clothes, corrected their posture, and stood before the altar.

"To Kunwu True Monarch above, Wu Yong, Tie Dun, and Qiu Yin of Divine Dao Mountain offer our sincere worship."

"We respectfully offer incense and candles, and invite Kunwu True Monarch to enjoy them."

After Wu Yong finished the chant, he led his two junior brothers in a deep bow.

CRACKLE! BOOM!

With this bow, the banners around the altar instantly began to whip about violently.

SNAP!

The *Distant Mountain Cold Fishing Painting* snapped taut, and the landscape upon it seemed to tremble.

The ink-wash river began to surge and flow, crashing against the rocks until they seemed on the verge of collapse. It looked as if the mountains would crumble and the cliffs would shatter, turning the scenery perilous.

Wu Yong paid it no mind and announced again in a clear voice:

"A second bow!"

BOOM!

In a daze, Bai Mo heard an explosion. When he came to his senses, he realized a piece of Divine Thought had been annihilated, its scattered essence gradually fading away.

He looked at Wu Yong in surprise, only to see all three of them wearing joyful expressions.

"A third bow!"

BOOM!

The scroll began to tremble violently. The water within it churned, and monstrous waves surged to the sky.

The old fisherman by the river, wearing a straw raincoat and conical hat, slowly stood up. He raised his fishing rod and viciously cast out the line.

With each lash, the massive waves were suppressed a little more.

Watching this, Wu Yong said in a low voice:

"Just as I thought. The old fisherman is merely a sealing technique."

"When Kunwu True Monarch truly gets vicious, a simple sealing method like this won’t be able to hold him for long."

"We can’t miss this chance! Everyone, let us invite the Ancestor!"

With that, the three of them clasped their hands in a forceful salute.

"We respectfully welcome the Ancestor! We beseech you to subdue this fiend!"

Kunwu True Monarch, within the ancient painting, felt the terror of life and death and could no longer hold back. The water swirled, coalescing into a blurry human face.

However, the power of his Divine Thought that had just been sacrificed was re-condensed by a mighty force, forming a finger that resembled jade.

"Fellow Daoist! Must you be so utterly ruthless?"

Bai Mo heard only a furious roar, each word seemingly forced from between clenched teeth.

Then, a crisp "POP" echoed, drowning out all other noise.

The water receded back into the river, and the fisherman sat back down in his original spot as if nothing had happened.

A vast amount of Divine Thought continuously dissipated from the painting.

Only then did Bai Mo realize that this technique of Divine Dao Mountain was far from benevolent.

’I thought they would try courtesy before resorting to force, but I never expected them to start by sacrificing their opponent’s Divine Thought to the Divine Dao Mountain Ancestor.’

The Divine Dao Mountain Ancestor used this offering to manifest and easily shattered Kunwu True Monarch’s Divine Thought.

But this little bit of Divine Thought was not much nourishment; it was only enough for the Divine Dao Mountain Ancestor to deliver a single strike before fading away in an instant.

At that moment, Bai Mo truly understood the deep foundation of the Xuandao Sect.

The ancestor of a single branch, with a mere flick of his hand, could suppress the very monarch who had brought a once-great sect back to prominence.

Only after that inexplicable pressure vanished did Kunwu True Monarch manage to catch his breath, but he couldn’t stop his injuries and was now on the verge of fading away.

"I possess a great fated opportunity!"

A voice rose in everyone’s minds.

Bai Mo was unmoved. With a mere turn of his thoughts, he cleared away the distracting notions stirred up by the voice.

The three from Divine Dao Mountain said nothing, busying themselves with the task at hand, planting long incense sticks one after another.

However, their movements had slowed somewhat.

Kunwu True Monarch seemed to have recovered slightly, and his deep voice spoke.

"Juniors, hear me out."

"I was a Sect Leader, after all. The Secret Techniques, treasures, hidden ruins, and dark secrets I command are beyond your imagination."

"If you refine my Divine Thought, I’m afraid all of these mysteries will perish along with it."

Kunwu True Monarch said, "You have stumbled upon a great opportunity today. How can you let it slip away?"

"It is an opportunity, a great opportunity!"

Wu Yong nodded repeatedly, solemnly planting the long incense stick in his hand. He finally managed it without a mistake.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Once the True Monarch accepts our offerings and partakes of the incense, you will become the seventh great Mad God of our Divine Dao Mountain!"

"In the future, the disciples of my lineage will have another source of aid. How could that not be an opportunity?"

With that, he led his two junior brothers in another deep bow.

BOOM!

Bai Mo clearly saw the Divine Thought, which had been as solid as a physical object, abruptly shatter.

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