Chapter 67 Rode Away on White Cranes (2/2)

Even though they still need to go through the screening by Tiandi Jian, it was merely a procedural technicality.

Although Qing Xuan did not have a strong presence, no one would dare to create problems by objecting based on mere technicalities.

In fact, the screening by Tiandi Jian did not exist as part of Qing Xuan rules.

It was the incident from a hundred years ago that gave rise to this requirement.

The thought of the incident even made someone with many years of cultivation experience, such as the elderly in red himself uncomfortable. He refused to think about the incident.

The young person kowtowed thrice sincerely, and he trailed behind the elderly in gray.

A gust of wind sent the paper cranes flying. Due to his size, Lu had to hold on tight to the paper crane.

Despite being flanked by two celestials, he was still pale.

After all, he was a thousand feet up in the air. The view from the top coupled with the fierce heavenly wind put him on high alert.

Shen Lian attained spiritual calmness through concentration and was not troubled by fear. As he stared at the cloud ark in front, he sighed at the differential treatment they were faced with.

Although the elderly in gray was stern, he took great care of Xiao Hei. It was as though he found his long-lost illegitimate son. Not only that he spared him from riding on the paper crane, he even took out an instrument in the shape of a cloud ark for the three of them to ride on. They cruised in the sky steadily and comfortably.

Even so, the young person held tightly on to the elderly in gray's shirt and did not let go.

No one knew what made the elderly in gray took such a liking to the young person.

The image that Qing Xuan portrayed to the outside world was founded on illusion. At the peak, one could see the vastness of the place, as though it was an entirely different continent altogether. The seas were nowhere to be seen.

After ten minutes, the cloud ark swept toward the side, causing a strong gust that almost overturned the paper cranes that Shen Lian and Lu were on.

The cloud ark descended at great speed and landed on a mountain peak.

The paper cranes that Shen Lian and Lu were on followed suit and headed for the mountain peak.

When they landed, they were greeted by fresh air. Shen Lian could not help but breathe in deeply, just to ease the dizziness from the ride. Lu got down from the paper crane and leaned on a rock for support. He was gasping for air.

They were mortals after all. Their bodies were merely reacting to the life-and-death situation earlier.

The Qi of heaven and earth was thick. If mortals were to live here, they would probably live healthily and gained an extra twenty years in life.

The elderly in gray kept the cloud ark, while the paper cranes flew into the elderly in red's sleeve.

Following the lead of the two elderly, they reached the main hall after hiking up a mountain path and taking a few turns.

Shen Lian raised his head and saw 'Qing Xuan' inscribed on the tablet in the hall. The door swung open and a Daoist child appeared. ”Uncle-masters, the headmaster told me to open the door for you both,” he said in a clear voice.

”Again with this trick, when would senior apprentice-brother ever get sick of it,” the elderly in red murmured.

Whenever someone looked for him in the hall, the headmaster would send the Daoist child to open the door in advance. If it was only once, people would still be surprised at his level of attainment. However, they had seen it many times and would no longer be surprised by it anymore. It was only the headmaster who found the act fun.

The elderly in gray coughed once and patted the young person's head, gesturing for him to not be scared.

The hall was wide with two rows of green pillars. There were seven pillars on each side and each had ancient engravings on it.

There was nothing much besides the stone couch in the middle of the hall. A Daoist sat on it; he had white hair, white beard, and a pinkish face. There were deep wrinkles at the corner of his brows, exposing his old age.

He gave off the vibe of a celestial, similar to the ones found in paintings.

”Headmaster, as you have anticipated, these three arrived,” the two old men said as they bowed respectfully to him.

The Daoist was wearing a Bagua Zijin Daoist robe. He opened his eyes and sized the three of them up.