Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 211 - 201: Paper Kites Soar High, Bidding Farewell
The Heavenly River Blessed Land consisted of 70% ocean, with only 30% being land.
Furthermore, the land varied in size. Apart from the central region that could be referred to as a continent, the other lands barely qualified as islands.
Since the sea breeze was composed of Sword Qi and sword light, the living environment was somewhat treacherous. This resulted in scarce ferocious beasts suitable for breeding, mainly the Qi Sword Fish Beast Swarm, the Sting Sea Shark Beast Group, and the Sword Leaf Butterfly.
Fortunately, the Azure Sword River surrounding the central continent was a scarce renewable resource. Through trade, Hong Yuan could gradually improve the environment of the Heavenly River Blessed Land.
After setting up for two days and nights, Hong Yuan had finally laid a solid foundation for the expansive Heavenly River Blessed Land.
Although I’ve only used one-tenth of the Blessed Land, it can basically form a harmonious ecological cycle, and now I can be a little vendor in Treasured Yellow Heaven, Hong Yuan thought, a smile on his face as he looked contentedly at the vibrant Blessed Land.
The cultivation of a Martial Saint is not easy.
One has to face calamities and properly manage their Blessed Land, guiding it toward becoming a Cave Heaven.
After finishing these tasks, Hong Yuan instantly arrived at the highest peak in the central continent.
Atop the highest peak stood a palace.
This palace was majestic, divided into nine levels, and towered more than nine hundred zhang tall.
Each level was protected by concentric circular walls. The azure walls were immensely thick, their structure interconnected and virtually impregnable.
The entire palace was magnificent and awe-inspiring, as if its spirit pierced the heavens!
As a creator, one must have the bearing of a creator, Hong Yuan thought. He gently gripped the Heavenly River Sword and immediately entered the top floor of the palace.
Within the Heavenly River Blessed Land, Hong Yuan possessed all kinds of Divine Powers, like a deity.
At this time, Hong Yuan sat on the silver-white throne, contemplating how to make good use of the Blessed Land to earn more Energy Stones.
As he pondered, Hong Yuan couldn’t help but cast his gaze upon the proficiency panel.
[Name: Hong Yuan]
[Life Span: 25/12,561]
[Talent: 71]
[Realm: Third Order Intermediate]
[School:
Soul Tao (Grandmaster 50%), Sword Tao (Grandmaster 30%)
Ice Tao (Grandmaster 23%), Blood Tao (Master 11%)
Power Tao (Master 5%), Array Tao (Common 76%)
Water Tao (Common 63%), Star Tao (Common 23%)
...]
[Avatar: Ice Armor Python (Cold Moon Dragon 59%)]
[Level: Fourth Order High]
[Gifts: Cold Moon Seal Divine Power, Ten Thousand Heavy Water Divine Power...]
Looking at the Life Span column, Hong Yuan’s brows slowly furrowed.
His Sword Tao incarnation had become a Martial Saint, but the Life Span column showed no change; he still had to rely on the Ice Armor Python avatar to increase his Life Span.
Clearly, becoming a Sixth Order Martial Saint should increase my lifespan by three hundred to a thousand years, yet the incarnation cannot reflect it back to the Original Body, Hong Yuan mused. It appears that the Skill of Protecting the Dao is ultimately just that and cannot be a method for eternal life.
Hong Yuan watched the Heavenly River Sword leap continuously in the void, a slow smile spreading across his face.
The foundation of my immortality relies on the Ice Armor Python avatar and the proficiency panel, but this Skill of Protecting the Dao is also necessary.
「...」
「In Nanyang Government, Pengcheng.」
Zhang Yinghe protected his sister, Zhang Yingyu, as they walked cautiously on the cracked and muddy ground.
Since the sky had suddenly cracked open and floodwaters had spread across the land, Pengcheng, a city with a thousand years of history, had split in two, creating an unfathomably deep chasm.
Even the outer city was affected, with small pits appearing on the ground from time to time.
Compared to natural disasters, man-made calamities were even more terrifying.
If Zhang Yinghe hadn’t had a breakthrough and become a powerful Martial Artist, their small family would probably have scattered long ago.
Nowadays, Zhang Yinghe not only protected his sister but also sheltered the family of the old laborer, Zhang Xiaohua.
Soon, they arrived at the harbor.
At the harbor’s edge, the old laborer looked at the devastated land with an anxious heart and rushed toward the Sanli District.
"Uncle Hua, Uncle Hua!" Zhang Yinghe waved, calling out to the old laborer.
Seeing his nephew and niece, the old laborer hurriedly jumped over the protruding rocks and ran to Zhang Yinghe’s side. "Yinghe, Yingyu, are Xiao Cao and the others all right?"
Zhang Yinghe lifted his head, about to proudly show off, but his sister Zhang Yingyu gently touched his shoulder, and he immediately withdrew his boastful demeanor.
Zhang Yingyu’s face was gentle. "Uncle Hua, Xiao Cao and everyone are fine. Yinghe has become a Martial Artist, and he has protected everyone very well."
"Oh!?" The old laborer’s eyes brightened, and he gave Zhang Yinghe a thumbs-up. "Good job."
Zhang Yinghe chuckled and stretched his neck to look behind him, puzzled. "Uncle Hua, where’s Brother Yezi? Where’s Brother Yezi?"
Zhang Yinghe was still thinking about matchmaking his sister with Niu Yezi.
"Yezi..." The old laborer’s eyes, which had just brightened, suddenly dimmed. "The floods came, and the hurricanes were incessant. I fear Yezi might have met with a mishap."
At these words, Zhang Yinghe and his sister were both shocked.
Zhang Yinghe’s face soured. He lamented, "How could this happen? Brother Yezi was so diligent and upright, so kind-hearted."
"Yes, how could this happen..." Zhang Yingyu said regretfully. Remembering Niu Yezi, who always had a good-natured grin, she couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
「...」
The aftermath of Bo Qing becoming a Martial Saint was still resonating.
When the news of this battle reached the Phoenix Creek Sect, Hong Yuan’s master and senior brothers were overjoyed, as if celebrating a bountiful harvest year.
Among them, Master Lin Daoyan even decided to celebrate his birthday half a year early.
Phoenix Creek Tavern, the most famous tavern of the Phoenix Creek Sect, had eight floors, and the price for each private room was very expensive.
At this moment, Master Lin Daoyan had booked the entire sixth floor for his birthday celebration.
"In my opinion, although that Bo Qing is a Demon Tao miscreant, his talent is truly unparalleled," said Elder Lan from the Spirit Plant Garden, a dignified and stately old woman.
"Indeed, he is truly too ferocious. I simply cannot imagine how he faced thousands of soldiers. Just thinking about the encirclement by the Fengqing Roc Beast Swarm sends shivers down my spine," sighed Elder Mo, who had once been a pillar of strength in the Refining Equipment Hall.
"Fierceness is good, fierceness is good. Hahaha." Lin Daoyan raised his cup, drank the fine wine, and was greatly pleased.
It wasn’t just the main table discussing Bo Qing; even the table where Hong Yuan sat was discussing the Sword Tao Martial Saint Bo Qing.
Hong Yuan remained silent, maintaining his reticent nature, quietly eating his meal.
"Little Uncle..."
Yue’er looked at the two chunks of greasy pork in her porcelain bowl, her eyes imploring as she looked at Hong Yuan.
She hadn’t intended to eat the fatty pork, but she couldn’t refuse when her older brothers and sisters picked it out for her.
"Mhm, mhm." Hong Yuan smiled warmly, raised his chopsticks, and like a father figure, picked up the greasy pork to help Yue’er with it.
"Thank you, Little Uncle." Yue’er’s face lit up with a smile, and then she happily dug into her meal.
Hong Yuan felt something stir in his heart and looked up behind Yue’er.
Vaguely, it was as if he could see his senior brother and sister-in-law behind her.
Senior brother Mo Jiuyou was, as always when they last parted, clad in black armor, his body robust, as imposing as a standing bear. His sister-in-law wore a light blue palace dress, her arm entwined with Mo Jiuyou’s.
They bowed to him to express their thanks, grateful for his care of Yue’er.
After they looked at Yue’er one more time, their figures gradually receded into the distance.
Soul Tao, huh... It’s said that when the Dragon Sun Martial Emperor was young, his deceased father always protected him by his side. It seems this rumor isn’t unfounded, Hong Yuan thought to himself.
Under Mo Yue’er’s joyous gaze, Hong Yuan picked up her favorite sweet and sour ribs and placed them in her bowl.
"Thank you, Little Uncle. Thank you, Little Uncle..."
