A small casual cultivator!

Chapter 217 Departure to Pengling Sect

Two days later.

"Brother, you must come pick me up when the time comes."

In the courtyard, Xiao Can looked at Lu Luan with tears in her eyes.

After merging with Lu Luan's essence and blood, it felt an indescribable sense of intimacy with him.

Lu Luan chuckled and nodded.

"Senior brother, remember to bring me some good things from Pengling Sect." Niaoyan also laughed.

"Elder, I'm leaving." Lu Luan bowed to Elder Lu.

After a few words of farewell, he walked towards Pengling Pavilion.

Before he reached the location, he saw a huge ship thirty meters long floating above the attic in the distance. Some white lines on the ship were constantly flowing, emitting spiritual power.

Lu Luan sighed in his heart, then quickened his pace and hurried over.

When we got closer, we saw that Pengling Pavilion was already full of people who were going to attend the immortal meeting.

He took a look and found that most of them were in the initial stage of foundation building like himself. The others whom he couldn't see through were naturally in the middle and late stages.

At this time, these people were queuing up in an orderly manner to get on board.

After Lu Luan took a look around, he thought, "The amount of spiritual stones that the Pengling Sect disciples earned on this round trip is unimaginable."

Then he walked to the end of the team.

Here everyone has to be like ordinary people, put away any rebelliousness, and line up obediently.

Even the tone of his voice was very pleasant.

Lu Luan just lined up quietly, the team moving forward neither fast nor slow. Those who greeted him in front or behind him, he responded to them one by one.

After a while, he lined up at the entrance to the ship.

He took out the token he had obtained earlier, checked it and let it fly up.

When he landed on the wooden board on the boat, he looked at the various patterns that kept flashing around him and said softly, "This boat should be a medium-level spiritual treasure or spiritual weapon."

"Fellow Daoist, please follow me!"

As soon as he landed, a young man came up to him and said to him.

Lu Luan bowed in return.

"Fellow Daoist, fighting is not allowed on this ship. If you fight with others, you will be disqualified."

The boy explained the rules of the ship as he walked.

Lu Luan also listened carefully.

After a while, the young man brought him to a small room that looked only half a meter wide and said, "Daoyou, it will take ten days to get to Pengling Sect from here. During this time, you can practice in it."

"Thank you!"

Lu Luan cupped his hands.

The young man gave a few more instructions and then left.

Lu Luan looked at the house and thought, "It doesn't matter if it's smaller."

Then he opened the door and walked in.

However, what surprised him was that he thought the room was very small, but he didn't expect that it actually had its own space, which was nearly three meters long and wide.

With a smile on his face, he sat down at the low wooden table inside.

Although the layout of this room is simple, the decoration is complete.

After looking around for a while, he couldn't help but say expectantly, "I wonder what the Pengling Sect will look like, but it must be much more glorious than the Zhengyang Sect."

He knew that there were people above the Jindan realm in the Pengling Sect, and any elder among them was a leader-level figure of the Zhengyang Sect.

This is the real great immortal sect, which is completely incomparable to my previous sect.

After shaking his head and sighing for a while, he picked up the teapot on the table, poured tea and started drinking.

After a few drinks, he waved his hand and five small bottles suddenly appeared on the table.

This was the basis for his participation in the Immortal Meeting.

Five bottles, each containing poison of different qualities.

"The Pengling Sect is one of the top 100 forces on Cangming Star. There should be many ways to improve cultivation."

He began to look forward to it.

There are two forms of transactions in this immortal gathering. Individual cultivators can exchange with each other, or they can exchange with sects.

It is an equal transaction, and no one loses. Pengling Sect provides an absolutely safe environment, but this environment is extremely important for independent cultivators.

After thinking for a while, he put the thing away, then opened his palm and a leaf appeared.

Lu Luan said to Ye Zi silently: "Ten days of time cannot be wasted, let's practice the God Slaying Technique first."

Then he slowly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

The leaf in his hand seemed to sense something and slowly floated up, finally hanging half a foot above his head, emitting a faint silver light.

Under the shining of this light, Lu Luan only felt that his mind was clear, all kinds of thoughts came into his mind at once, and his thoughts were clear, as if there was a stream of cool spring water flowing through him.

The effect is much better than the spiritual tea he usually buys.

When the time comes, regardless of whether there are people on board or not, the fairy ship will break through the air and sail away into the distance.

This is the Peng Ling Sect’s boat, and no one dares to stop it on the road.

"Dong dong dong."

In the room, Lu Luan was refining his soul sword when he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. He frowned, removed the restriction on the door, and said, "Come in."

Soon, a boy who looked about sixteen years old walked in.

Lu Luan looked at him and found that he had actually reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, and his aura was strong, much stronger than when he was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. It was obvious that his foundation was extremely solid.

After the young man came in, he bowed to Lu Luan and said, "Senior, I am a errand disciple of Pengling Sect. Sorry to bother you."

Lu Luan was flattered to hear the word "senior". Even if the other party was just a menial disciple, his status was much higher than his. Moreover, he was able to join Pengling Sect, so his talent must be at the yellow spiritual root level. So he said, "Little brother, please call me fellow Taoist."

"Friend Lu Dao."

The young man was very polite, and there was no arrogance in his words.

Lu Luan asked: "What do you want to talk to me about, little brother?"

The young man took out a jade pendant and said, "This is your first time to the Pengling Sect, so you may not know much about it. I have an information jade pendant here. Are you interested?"

It turns out that he came to the ship to make money.

Lu Luan asked, "How many spirit stones are needed for one piece?"

"Three hundred low-level spirit stones. If you don't have any low-level spirit stones, you can take out elixirs or treasures of equivalent value."

"Have a piece."

Lu Luan didn’t have a very comprehensive understanding of the Pengling Sect, so he still needed to get to know it better. This amount of spirit stones was nothing to him.

With a flick of his finger, a pill appeared and he said, "This is a pill that restores your true energy. It's worth about three hundred low-level spirit stones. Is that okay?"

"Ok, Ok."

The young man nodded immediately and handed over the jade pendant, "Daoyou, I wish you can get the treasure you want at the Immortal Meeting."

Lu Luan took it and handed the pill to the other party.

"Daoyou, please take a rest first. I won't disturb you."

After saying this, the young man bowed politely and turned to leave.

However, when Lu Luan looked at his figure, a light flashed in his eyes. He found that the boy's internal organs seemed to have suffered extremely serious injuries and had not yet fully recovered.

Seeing that the young man was about to leave, he shouted, "Little brother, please wait."

The young man stopped and asked, "Does Daoist friend have anything else to say?"

Lu Luan said: "Little brother, your previous injuries have not healed yet. If you delay any longer, it will become a hidden disease and affect your future cultivation."

"Fellow Daoist, my injury has healed?" the young man asked puzzled.

It seems that he has indeed recovered. If Lu Luan didn't know how to check injuries, he would definitely not be able to see any clues.

He shook his head and said, "It has not fully recovered yet. When you return to the sect, you can ask the elders in the sect to take a good look. Otherwise, if this continues for a long time, there will be big trouble."

Hearing this, the young man's eyes darkened and he whispered, "I have poor talent and am not qualified to see the elders. Even to go on board and sell jade pendants I spent a lot of spirit stones to get the qualification."

"Oh...poor talent?" After hearing this, Lu Luan's fingers stiffened a little, and then he felt bitter in his heart.

"It seems that Pengling Sect is the same as Zhengyang Sect in that they don't care much about menial disciples," Lu Luan thought to himself, and then said, "Little brother, you'd better buy a good elixir when you go back, so that you can recover completely."

Just think of it as a good relationship, he said a few more words.

Seeing his serious tone, the young man walked over and asked, "Fellow Daoist, how did you know that my injury has not healed yet?"

Lu Luan explained: "This is my unique magical power. It can see a person's physical condition. Although your injury has recovered on the surface, there is still a trace of it deep inside. Don't underestimate it. A thousand-mile dam can be breached by an ant hole. Don't be careless."

"Is it true?" The young man still didn't believe it and looked at him warily. He probably thought he was trying to cheat him out of his spirit stones.

Lu Luan smiled lightly and his thoughts moved.

The next moment, the young man's face changed suddenly, and he felt something strange coming from his body.