1151: Chapter 342: The Drum Sounds 1151: Chapter 342: The Drum Sounds Su He remained silent, Ji Feixue finished dressing, and drawing her sword, she rose, “Let’s go, I’ll take you inside again.”
Who knows why the solar eclipse came early, but if this color-mad guy needs to go in on the day of the solar eclipse, then let’s take him in.
At this moment, she could freely come and go to Guiwang Mountain, save for the loss of face.
Last time, Dongxu Taoist wanted to assign her a task on the Ascending Immortal Drum, she simply turned around and left.
Yet, after a few years, she returned.
Arrogant first and respectful later, fickleness personified?
If it weren’t for Su He’s need, she wouldn’t do such a thing even if it killed her.
Su He shook his head as he watched her, “What are you thinking?
I’m your man!
Have some dignity!”
How could he possibly allow Ji Feixue to do something so humiliating?
“There isn’t just the Bronze Basin route to enter Guiwang Mountain,” Su He chuckled lightly, his gaze deep and meaningful as he looked in the direction of the Mystery Huang World.
With slightly furrowed brows, Ji Feixue asked, “You, are you going to seek a master?”
The ways for Su He to enter now were either to have the Dragon Turtle Tribe take him in, or to strike the Ascending Immortal Drum and formally join as a disciple.
To steal treasures, it was unlikely that Su He would involve the Dragon Turtle Tribe.
Seeking a master…
That would be difficult!
Ji Feixue had no doubt Su He could strike the Ascending Immortal Drum, but she knew the condition following the drum strike well, becoming connected with the entirety of Guiwang Mountain in an inexplicable way, and under the watchful eyes of the several Greater Powers of Guiwang Mountain, trying to slip away unseen to steal treasures was nearly impossible.
To take the official route as a disciple of Guiwang Mountain to Fenbao Rock to claim treasures, one had to go through the process of apprentice ceremonies, being questioned for a hundred days, followed by registration and receiving tokens…
A series of procedures that at least would take three or four years.
How could Su He possibly wait three or four years?
“There’s a way for everything, isn’t there?” Su He laughed briefly, hugged the newly dressed Ji Feixue and asked, “Do you want to wait here for me, or come with me?
Wait outside the gate for me?”
Ji Feixue did not speak, only pulled her hand out of her clothes, which he had taken the opportunity to slip inside, yet she did not let go making it clear: wherever you go, I will follow.
If he was to strike the Ascending Immortal Drum, her accompanying him again would be of a different nature, not her own reneging, and Ji Feixue would not lose face.
“Alright!” Su He laughed, then transmitted his voice beyond the Array, “Protectors, guard the Undamaged Realm well, my wife and I will leave for a moment, and will return soon.”
Before Wangjun could reply, Su He had already kicked open space and, dragging Ji Feixue, walked out.
It was the same desolate mountain terrain, the ordinary river, with the bored Dongxu Taoist fishing on the river, unconcerned about the disappearance of the great sun above his head, as if it were common.
Unconcerned about the sun but concerned about Ji Feixue, Dongxu Taoist, sensing the space fluctuation, suddenly turned his head, his eyes alight with surprise as he saw Ji Feixue walking out.
“My great niece, have you changed your mind?
Ha ha!
I knew…”
“Zing!” A sword ring resounded, the Immortal Sword pointed at the drumhead of the Ascending Immortal Drum above, Ji Feixue’s face as cold as frost, stabbing without restraint.
“Hey, hey!” In a flash, Dongxu Taoist panicked, waving his hand to drive away the Ascending Immortal Drum, watching Ji Feixue in terror.
Today, with the solar eclipse, the Fairy Drum wasn’t hidden in the void, but suspended here, almost ruined by his great niece.
The Ascending Immortal Drum wasn’t meant for fighting.
Clearly, this meant she hadn’t come to terms, wished to take on responsibility; this was intent on justified kin-slaying—spit!
Not justice!
Looking puzzled at Ji Feixue, then seeing the accompanying young man step forward, bowing, he said, “I am here to strike the Ascending Immortal Drum, to seek Mastership at Guiwang Mountain.”
Dongxu Taoist blinked, as if he’d heard something unbelievable, looked around to make sure he hadn’t misheard, then incredulously he said, “Strike the Ascending Immortal Drum?
Today?
Are you mad?”
The solar eclipse is today!
Although I have no idea why this solar eclipse has gone berserk three or five years early, a solar eclipse is a solar eclipse.
During the solar eclipse, it’s difficult to communicate with heaven and earth, making it much harder to strike the Ascending Immortal Drum.
To come to seek Mastership today, is he sincerely not wanting to join the Sect?
He looked puzzled at Ji Feixue, could it be she wasn’t willing to take responsibility, felt guilty, and had forcibly brought this young man in?
And the young man wasn’t keen either, so he had picked today.
Failing wouldn’t be his fault, right?
The Ascending Immortal Drum was filled with wild thoughts.
Not just the Ascending Immortal Drum, even the cultivators hidden among the mountains around were stunned.
They’d been guarding here, thinking of trying to strike the Ascending Immortal Drum if they got the chance, yet without success for years.
Striking it during the solar eclipse?
Was this the world of geniuses?
I do not understand!
Striking the Ascending Immortal Drum had nothing to do with Tao Cultivation, nor talent.
Guiwang Mountain didn’t care for what outsiders called talent; what other Sects called hopeless cases were not without precedent for being trained into Greater Powers.
Even mere mortals could come to strike it.
Like the Tao Master, legend has it that the Tao Master was mortal, who learned by sneaking into a beggars’ school, made his way up steadily, served as the prime minister for three dynasties, old and retired, he read and nurtured his health, and while wandering through mountains and waters, he came across this place and struck the Ascending Immortal Drum eight times with his book.
He became a Taoist Priest of Guiwang Mountain on the day of entrance, only beginning his cultivation at the age of eighty, yet before a hundred he was already a Stepping Sky high person.
Riding an ox, he traversed the All Heavens and Myriad Realms for ten thousand years, returning just when the Mystery Yellow Big World and the Sealed Emperor Great World were at war, with the Big Freedom Bodhisattva sneaking into Guiwang Mountain attempting to steal treasures, almost killed by the returning Tao Master on the spot.
From the start of his cultivation, his first move was already an Immortal Sovereign’s maneuver.
Su He looked at him, “The solar eclipse forbids drumming?”
“Of course!” Dongxu put down his fishing rod, “Of course, it’s fine; the Ascending Immortal Drum can be struck at any time!”
He spoke and raised his hand to the sky, pulling it down, and the Ascending Immortal Drum slowly dropped.
“I’ll give you a heads-up, the Ascending Immortal Drum holds grudges; if you don’t sound it the first time, the difficulty at least doubles the next time you try.”