HCB Chapter 132 Canglan Peak 8
Chapter 132 Canglan Peak 8
"Junior Sister, the sect is about to hold the Mahayana ceremony for our senior master and master. Have you prepared your disciple ceremony yet? We'll be calling out names then," Gong Cheng asked.
"What Mahayana ceremony?" This touched on Cheng Jiu's blind spot. She was born into a small family and had been traveling around to gain experience ever since. She had never been exposed to Mahayana ceremonies and naturally had no idea about them.
"Hey, didn't you know?"
Now it was Miyagi's turn to be surprised. There were always related ceremonies when breaking through to the Mahayana stage. When they were young, they often heard their parents talk about the Mahayana ceremony when breaking through to the Mahayana stage.
Although they were independent cultivators, they would still invite powerful figures from the world to attend their ceremonies, so they knew this.
No matter what, Mahayana ceremonies are rituals pursued by countless cultivators, and they are mentioned in some storybooks. How come Cheng Jiu seems to know nothing about them?
Cheng Jiu genuinely didn't know, but it didn't matter: "Senior Brother Gongcheng, what do we need to prepare for the Mahayana ceremony?"
Gongcheng didn't dwell on the issue: "We'll serve tea to the disciples then, but don't worry, the sect leader and the others will be in charge. As for us, we'll have to prepare the disciple gifts."
To show the solemnity, nine is the extreme number, representing three things: literature, three things: the four arts, and three things: natural treasures.
These four arts are best learned by the apprentice himself. If you don't know anything, you can buy them at the market. Anyway, the higher the grade, the better.
"Wenmo" means that the writing, the brush, and the ink are all the same. The writing must be a congratulatory message written by the disciple himself, but there are no requirements for the brush and ink.
When the names of the recipients are announced, the elders will read out the congratulatory message in public.
Firstly, it serves three purposes: to introduce us disciples to various powerful figures; secondly, it serves to enhance our master's reputation; and thirdly, it reflects our filial piety.
However, this Mahayana ceremony will be jointly organized by Master and Senior Uncle, so Junior Sister, you'll need to prepare an extra gift for Master as a congratulatory present.
This gift doesn't need to be as elaborate as a disciple's gift; just give what you mean.
"Congratulations!" Cheng Jiu felt his lips go numb and couldn't help but scratch his head on the table. "Have you senior brothers written yours yet?"
She wasn't worried about anything else. As for rare and precious materials, she happened to have an Ice-Infused Spirit Jade. As for the other two, she could search her ring for them. She remembered that the Iron-Eating Beast Clan had given her a Bamboo Heart Fruit, which she hadn't used yet.
There are also Hundred Birds Blood Fruit, or Ten Thousand Bamboo Wine, as well as some very rare spiritual plants collected from the Medicine Elder's Courtyard. With so many, you're bound to be able to choose a suitable one.
With the rare and precious materials secured, there's no need to worry about the Four Arts, as Cheng Jiu considers himself quite talented in them.
So her attention immediately focused on the text, writing it herself, expressing her admiration for her master in the text, just thinking about it made her feel uncomfortable.
The thought of a reserved flower grower sent chills down Cheng Jiuguang's spine.
Gongcheng and Gongyu looked at each other. Had they written it?
His eyes, which were filled with guilt, turned to the side. Gongcheng said in a gentle tone, "I heard that there are certain rules to follow when writing. We will have to read it aloud in front of all the great masters. If it is written too childishly, it would be too embarrassing for Master. So we are still considering it."
Cheng Jiu nodded, which meant he hadn't written anything! Hearing Gong Cheng's concerns made Cheng Jiu's scalp tingle even more. Yes, and literary talent too. If it was written poorly, wouldn't it be embarrassing for his master? And to read it aloud in front of so many people would be like public execution.
Moreover, Cheng Jiu felt that since her master only had one disciple, she would definitely receive more attention than her two senior brothers.
With this in mind, she became determined to write an unparalleled article praising her master and do her best to uphold his reputation!
Gongcheng and Gongyu watched as Cheng Jiu, who had been listless, suddenly became energetic.
The two couldn't help but sigh, "As expected of Junior Sister Cheng Jiu!"
"Senior brother, when is the Mahayana ceremony?" Cheng Jiu asked, as the disciple ceremony needs to be prepared before the Mahayana ceremony.
“I remember, it should be the 28th of this month,” Gong Yu thought for a moment.
Cheng Jiu calculated the dates and realized there were still two weeks left.
Having prepared himself mentally, Cheng Jiu asked the two brothers, "How are your disciple ceremony preparations going, senior brothers?"
“Aside from the three things—literature, calligraphy, and painting—my father and mother had already prepared the other apprenticeship gifts,” Gong Cheng said.
Their parents didn't know when Immortal Lord Qingyang would break through to the Mahayana stage. What if, by the time he did, their two sons were too weak to be independent?
If this disciple's etiquette is not presentable, wouldn't it be embarrassing in front of the whole world?
With this in mind, the two prepared the disciple gifts for their two sons before their ascension. These gifts were all precious natural treasures, intended to bring honor to Immortal Lord Qingyang.
It can be said that the couple doted on their two children, and had thought of and prepared everything for them.
Cheng Jiu nodded, and the three of them looked at each other and became brothers in misfortune again.
Gong Yu's parents had also prepared ink and brushes for the two of them; they were all top-quality and precious, priceless even in the mortal realm. Although they might not care much about the ink and brushes, as disciples, they always wanted to give their beloved masters the best.
Cheng Jiu didn't prepare any writing materials, so he simply borrowed some from the two brothers. Fortunately, Gong Cheng and Gong Yu's parents had prepared plenty, which was more than enough even if they were divided into three portions.
Before Cheng Jiu was a modern person, he only attended elementary school for a few years when he was young. He could read, but his writing skills were far inferior to his writing skills.
The other two didn't seem like promising writers either. Despite all three having been teachers for several years, they were now scratching their heads like illiterate people looking at a blank sheet of paper.
In the end, Cheng Jiu took it easy, saying that there is nothing difficult in the world as long as you are willing to give up: "It seems that we can't come up with anything today, so let's put it aside for now. Who knows, inspiration might come one day? Maybe we can ask some teachers for advice."
Upon hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief. After all, seeing how serious Cheng Jiu was, they were also encouraged to be more diligent and less likely to slack off.
None of the three people involved in the article considered hiring a ghostwriter, since the Mahayana rites for disciples are a once-in-a-lifetime event.
Moreover, they were one of their master's few disciples, and the bond between them was very strong. Therefore, they did not want to be careless towards their master and only wanted to do their best within their capabilities.
My master treated me like a son, and I treated my master like a father. That's roughly how it is.
Having abandoned his writing plans, Cheng Jiu pulled the two of them to see the results of his efforts over the past few days.
Vast fields of crops, with round, plump fruits hanging from the branches, looking delicate and adorable.
The two picked a few non-poisonous fruits, wiped them casually, and took a bite: "Delicious, Junior Sister! As expected of Junior Sister Jiu, you've planted so many in just a few days, and they're growing so well."
Cheng Jiu also picked one and casually checked her clothes. Her current clothes were newly made by her master, and they were more girlish. Cheng Jiu thought they looked great and made her look like a fairy cultivator. Made by Qingxu Immortal Lord, they were very trustworthy.
"Right? I think it tastes delicious too!"
The three of them munched on fruit, chatting as they ate. In the distance, a white cloud chased a black lightning bolt, and upon closer inspection, there was a green flame on the white cloud.
The black lightning bolt swiftly snatched the fruit from Cheng Jiu's hand and fled into the distance. Before Cheng Jiu could react, a white cloud landed on his face, followed by a scorching heat and a burnt smell that entered his nose.
"Xiaoqing!" Cheng Jiu shouted frantically, seeing her long bangs scorched and twisted.
Cheng Jiu wasn't this angry even when Mo Yu stole his fruit.
Playing around is fine, but can't you control your body temperature a little?
Holding his own burnt bangs, Cheng Jiu watched the three little ones walk away, feeling heartbroken.
Upon seeing the black lightning snatch the fruit from Cheng Jiu's hand, the two brothers simultaneously stopped eating the fruit and moved away from Cheng Jiu in unison, narrowly avoiding being slapped in the face and having their hair burned by the flames.
Gongcheng carefully examined Cheng Jiu and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Cheng Jiu wasn't that angry. Looking at the three little ones, she said, "Moyu is getting more and more lively!"
Previously, once the wrist was wrapped around Cheng Jiu's, it would basically stay still.
But isn't this a breakthrough? Once you enter sub-adulthood, you no longer need to rest and accumulate energy all the time, so you suddenly unleash your true nature and run around everywhere all day.
Cheng Jiu skillfully cut away the scorched parts. Why wasn't she particularly angry? Because after her breakthrough, she discovered that her hair was quite thick, and besides, she had a wood spirit root, and it wasn't easy for a wood spirit root to go bald.
Therefore, she was only a little angry, knowing that it would grow back soon anyway.
Hmph! She wasn't angry at all! It's just that she thought Little Green Flame had gotten quite fat lately!
It's time to get some serious exercise. I also need to cut back on my fire elemental energy for a while and lose some weight.
As for whether the strange fire needs to lose weight? Anyway, Cheng Jiu felt that his little green fire definitely needed to.
Meanwhile, the little green fire, which was riding a high-speed roller coaster in the distance chasing after that cheeky little black dragon, suddenly felt a chill.
It quickly put this strange feeling behind it. How could it feel coolness with its strange fire?
The Gong brothers, Gong Cheng and Gong Yu, watched Cheng Jiu grit his teeth, tidied his hair, and ate fruit without daring to speak.
After finishing the fruit, Cheng Jiu eagerly urged Gong Yu, the laborer who had offered himself up, to use his cloud and rain technique to bring rain to the spiritual plants.
The little cloud beasts are usually responsible for bringing rain to this medicinal field. After Cheng Jiu broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, the two little ones no longer suppressed their cultivation and broke through one after another. Cheng Jiu's cultivation improved greatly, but he did not break through to the Divine Transformation stage.
Compared to Cheng Jiu, the little cloud beast was much more adept at bringing rain.
However, since Gong Yu is a guest, if we can ask him to do something, then of course we should ask him to do something.
Gong Yu was also very willing to help, but unfortunately, Cheng Jiu urgently stopped the project after it was only one mu.
The rain he brought was so cold that it should be called ice rain rather than rain.
If he continues to lower the price like this, some of the more precious medicinal herbs could suddenly and completely kill Cheng Jiu in an instant.
In order to avoid further losses, Cheng Jiu had no choice but to call an emergency halt.
After stopping, Gong Yu even seemed a little disappointed. Isn't that interesting?
In the end, the medicinal field could only be entrusted to the little cloud beast. Since farming was not an option, Cheng Jiu took the two of them skiing.
The two had never played this game before. They stood on the board and listened. Cheng Jiu told them not to use their spiritual power, and they looked confused and hesitant. Would this be fun?
The exhilarating, flying sensation of sliding down the mountaintop made the two fall deeply in love.
Gong Yu transformed into a gorilla, roaring and charging downwards.
Cheng Jiu chased after him, saying, "Senior brother, don't shout."
What are you saying?!
"No! Shout! Scream!"
"What~?" Gong Yu could only hear the wind from the front and couldn't hear what Cheng Jiu was saying at all.
Before Cheng Jiu could say anything more, they heard a sound like muffled thunder from afar, and a white wave of snow chased the three of them down from the mountaintop.
"Damn it!" Cheng Jiu cursed under his breath, sliding forward with all his might.
Meanwhile, Miyagi, who was leisurely enjoying skiing behind, also sensed the commotion behind him and looked back.
His pupils contracted, and he quickly slid the two sticks in his hands backward, hurtling down the mountain at breakneck speed.
Snow chased after them, while the three of them slid down the slope with all their might, all they could hear was Gong Yu's loud laughter.
"Fun, fun, it's so fun!"
Not far away, Immortal Lord Qingxu and Immortal Lord Qingyang were playing chess, and the swirling snowflakes disappeared the moment they landed on their shoulders.
This appears to be a temporary pavilion, made from a single block of ice, and is extremely exquisite.
In the center of the ice block is a warm stove, and a teapot made of ice is boiling in the center of the stove.
Drinking tea and playing chess in the snow creates a leisurely and carefree atmosphere, showing a great capacity for enjoyment.
The loud voice and commotion from afar drew their attention; there was no way to ignore such a loud voice.
As for worrying, neither of them was worried at all. It would be a joke if three Nascent Soul cultivators could be buried by an avalanche. There was no danger at all, so neither of them cared about the commotion over there.
"Your little disciple is as lively as ever." Immortal Lord Qingxu was deeply impressed by Gong Yu.
"Not only is she lively, but she's also quite popular!"
Speaking of this Qingyang Immortal Lord, a bitter feeling wells up inside me. It's shameless that some outsider is trying to steal the little cabbage I raised.
Immortal Lord Qingyang secretly grumbled to himself, thinking that just like his master, he wanted to poach any talented person he saw. No wonder their Array Peak could never recruit any disciples with outstanding talent in array formations.
Immortal Lord Qingxu had also heard about Immortal Lord Qingyang's experiences. Unlike his junior disciple, he didn't stay on the peak all day and was oblivious to what was happening outside. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh.
Qingyang Immortal Lord knew exactly what he was laughing about; it was his friend who had decisively stabbed him in the back: "I heard that your little disciple has even taken a master?"
Immortal Lord Qingxu replied naturally, "Yes, but he is not on the Xuan Tian Continent, though his strength is unfathomable. I met him when I became his disciple, and we discussed it together; he is a good match."
It means that I am different from you. After all, my disciple is still in the Xuan Tian Continent, and I am still her only master.
As for his other master, he had long since run off to some unknown corner of the world, and the two of them might not even be able to meet, so he didn't care at all.
Seeing that he had not achieved his goal, Qingyang Immortal Lord did not care: "Your little disciple is still in high demand. You said your little disciple is so talented, I think Elder Yao is very envious."
Who doesn't know that? After all, Cheng Jiu performed so well at Medicine Peak, and Elder Yao made no attempt to hide his covetousness for Cheng Jiu.
Although Qingxu Immortal Lord remained outwardly calm, the aura around him was noticeably lower.
The old master Yao subtly indicated to him that he could become Cheng Jiu's third master, and that if Cheng Jiu was willing, Yao Peak would belong to Cheng Jiu in the future, and also asked Qingxu Immortal Lord to be generous.
Immortal Lord Qingxu simply drove this guy away. How magnanimous could he be? He's already willing to let his disciple have two masters; a third one is absolutely out of the question!
Seeing the strange aura emanating from Immortal Lord Qingyang, he raised an eyebrow: "Ah! Elder Yao must have mentioned it to you, right!"
With graceful movements, Immortal Lord Qingxu lifted the ice pot from the stove, condensed a cup, and poured tea into it: "This is the finest Snow Needle Pine tea, please enjoy."
Even drinking tea can't shut you up.
Immortal Lord Qingyang happily accepted the teacup, took a small sip, and said meaningfully, "Delicious!"
"If you like it, have a few more cups." Immortal Lord Qingxu refilled his cup, the exact amount not being correct.