Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 75 - 56 Moon Appreciation, Fine Wine, Fairy!

Sun Sihai followed Uncle Ban Zhao straight to the backyard, where they saw the master sitting and drinking with a few guests.

The guests were all familiar faces—

including Master Miao Fa from Rao Mountain’s White Cloud Temple,

and Master Hong Yuan from Double Dragon Mountain’s Baoyi Temple.

Also present were "Iron Palm King" Ban Ya and "Golden Eagle King" Jin Shenggu, two of the Eight Great Kings of Meishan.

The first two were the master’s close friends,

while the latter two were his disciples.

All of them could be considered family.

"Master."

"Revered Daoists."

"Second Uncle Ban, Brother Jin."

Being the junior among them, Sun Sihai paid his respects to each, and was then pulled to sit down by Ban Ya, who was already quite drunk. With a slurred tongue, Ban Ya said, "You returned late; drink three cups first!"

"Second Uncle—"

Sun Sihai was well aware of Ban Ya’s temperament. Over the years, Ban Ya had remained at Golden Wind Mountain, diligently refining the "Six Sand Palm Skills" taught by the master, occasionally heading down to mete out justice and punish petty villains.

His exploits had earned him quite the reputation, bringing him recognition among martial artists and strange spirit monsters alike, who referred to him as the "Iron Palm King," one of the Eight Great Kings.

Ban Zhao was a fierce tiger in human form, his physique extraordinarily robust.

This allowed him to disregard the master’s foundational principles of martial cultivation: the "Three Musts," "Five Avoidances," and "Seven Injuries," and indulge in hearty drinking.

Unable to refuse,

Sun Sihai had no choice but to drink three cups in quick succession.

Ban Zhao, due to his seniority and being Ban Ya’s elder brother, refrained from compelling anyone else to drink. Still, he raised a toast to Chen Jichuan, then toasted both Miao Fa and Hong Yuan.

The two guests settled down.

The courtyard became livelier.

The fervor grew as the wine flowed freely.

But as evening deepened, the sky grew progressively dim and oppressive.

Seeing the need, Sun Sihai stood up and said, "I’ll get someone to light the lamps."

But Miao Fa, the Daoist of White Cloud Temple, laughed heartily and waved him off. "Allow this humble Daoist to offer a small trick to amuse everyone," he said.

With his white hair trailing to his collar, his demeanor exuded purity and elegance, almost like that of an immortal.

Sun Sihai had heard stories even in the Prefecture City about this famed Daoist from Rao Mountain’s White Cloud Temple. It was said the Daoist excelled in the craft of alchemy and spiritual medicine, so much so that even the master himself had made multiple visits to Rao Mountain for remedies and pills.

Curious about what would unfold, Sun Sihai decided to observe quietly.

The Daoist requested a piece of white paper, pinched it into a mirror shape with fingers resembling scissors.

"Transform!"

With a casual flick, he tossed the paper into the air above the courtyard, murmuring a chant. The paper transformed immediately into a radiant moon that illuminated the courtyard with its brilliant light. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

No need to light lamps anymore!

"What an amazing feat!"

"Such divine skills!"

Sun Sihai, Ban Zhao, and the others, all martial artists unfamiliar with Daoist spells, clapped their hands enthusiastically at the sight of the paper turning into moonlight.

Their excitement heightened even further.

After a while,

the wine ran out.

"Let me fetch more wine,"

Sun Sihai stood up, preparing to bring another round.

At this point, Hong Yuan Daoist of Baoyi Temple, his cheeks flushed red from drinking, let out a hearty laugh and stopped him: "Why trouble yourself? I have a fine jug of wine. On such a delightful night, amidst these beautiful surroundings, wouldn’t it be perfect to share it with everyone?"

Saying this,

he retrieved a jade jug from his tunic and gestured for Sun Sihai to pour for the guests.

"One jug of wine won’t be enough,"

Sun Sihai thought to himself but knew Hong Yuan Daoist was also a Daoist adept skilled in summoning wind and rain.

Thirty-six years ago,

when Emperor Guangzong Zheng Pu passed away, Meishan Prefecture’s Subian County suffered three years of drought.

It was Hong Yuan Daoist who stepped forward, erected an altar, and prayed for rain. Upon completing the ceremonial chant, wind gathered and clouds formed, bringing rain that very day and alleviating the drought, saving tens of thousands from calamity—a deed of immeasurable merit.

Such a master surely possessed profound spells and divine skills.

Without prying, Sun Sihai took up the wine jug and began pouring drinks for everyone.

What happened next was astonishing.

A single small jug of wine, after three or five rounds of pouring, remained just as full as when they started. No matter how much it was shaken, it stayed brimming.

This miracle left the group marveling and praising endlessly.

Meanwhile,

having witnessed the displays of Miao Fa and Hong Yuan’s abilities, Chen Jichuan understood the unspoken intent behind them. Gazing at the bright moon suspended overhead, he felt inspired and began to chant aloud: "How long will the bright moon linger? As I raise my cup, I ask the heavens. Uncertain if the celestial palace above remembers what year it is now."

Picking up five chopsticks from the table, he declared, "Tonight, as we drink and admire the moon, our joy knows no bounds. Why not invite fairies down from the heavens to join us?"

As his words finished,

Chen Jichuan tossed the chopsticks toward the moon while silently reciting an incantation, summoning the "Five Ghosts of Soul Enchantment" hidden around him.

He cloaked them in a layer of rosy clouds, masking their ghostly aura.

To everyone’s astonishment—

five beautiful women gracefully descended from the moonlight, starting at less than a foot tall. By the time they landed on the ground, they had grown to human size. The five fairies swayed their slender waists and elegant necks, dancing in unison to perform the ethereal "Nishang Dance."

All the while, they sang: "...I wish to ride the winds and return, but I fear the jade palace above—its heights too cold to endure. Dancing, playing with shadows, how much better to remain on earthly ground."

Their voices were silken and melodious, as enchanting as flute music.

When they finished singing, they lightly ascended, leapt onto the table, and before the astonished gazes of all present, reverted back to chopsticks.

Watching the five fairies vanish, seemingly returning to the heavenly palace, Sun Sihai felt a surge of pride—

In terms of Daoist spells, his master was certainly no weaker than the two Daoist masters present.

Miao Fa possessed alchemical prowess.

Hong Yuan could summon rain.

His own grandmaster was equally adept at enslaving ghosts, suppressing demons, and inviting immortals.

Moreover, while Miao Fa and Hong Yuan dedicated their lives to Daoist spellcraft,

their accomplishments in martial arts paled in comparison to his master’s.

In every way, his master outshone them.

"Marvelous!"

"Exceptional!"

Miao Fa Daoist, oblivious to Sun Sihai’s inner exaltation, clapped his hands excitedly in rhythm to the fairies’ dance.

As the fairies vanished, he laughed heartily and exclaimed, "The fairies cannot remain long outside the Moon Palace. Yet I am far from satisfied—why don’t we ascend to the palace itself and drink a few more cups to complete this night’s revelry?"

"Agreed."

"That sounds perfect!"

Chen Jichuan and Hong Yuan Daoist readily concurred, smiling.

So, the three rose and ascended toward the Moon Palace together.

Sun Sihai, Ban Zhao, Ban Ya, and Jin Shenggu gazed up as they drank and watched the trio seated in the Moon Palace. Through the skylight, they could clearly see their beards and eyebrows, almost as if their reflections were visible through a mirror.

Only their words remained inaudible, their lip motions unreadable.

Soon, the five fairies emerged once more, dancing gracefully, further enhancing the sublime scene.

...

Within the moonlight,

Miao Fa Daoist’s expression sharpened, and the effects of alcohol dissipated entirely. Turning to Chen Jichuan and Hong Yuan, he solemnly remarked, "Walls have ears. I shall employ the ’Three Platform Spell’ to shield this area within and without, ensuring that Qizhenzi, that demonic Daoist, cannot spy on us."

The world knew Miao Fa Daoist for his expertise in crafting elixirs and remedies, but few realized that hidden within his studies of the "White Cloud Immortal Spirit Grass Song" was an extraordinary defense spell called the "Three Platform Spell," designed for demon suppression and safeguarding the righteous.

Having been acquainted with him for many years, Chen Jichuan and Hong Yuan were not surprised.

Hong Yuan nodded and agreed: "Qizhenzi may be in Mount Qian now, but the methods he has spread beyond are not few; caution is warranted."

"Hmph."

"Such despicable, petty tricks!"

Miao Fa Daoist let out a cold snort, clearly dismissive of Qizhenzi.

"Petty tricks?"

Hong Yuan Daoist gave a wry smile, lifting his sleeve to reveal his arm bearing a terrifying arrow wound, reaching deep to the bone with only strips of flesh holding the arm together.

The sight was utterly chilling.