lcionline Chapter 277 Fog Mountain Diary: What I Saw and Heard
Chapter 277 Fog Mountain Diary: What I Saw and Heard
As the weather gets warmer, dawn breaks earlier and earlier.
The emperor still fondly remembered the days when he had to get up early in the winter and brave the snow to attend court.
Upon arriving at the Imperial Study, the palace servants greeted the Emperor and bowed in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized, but their voices kept extremely low.
After the emperor nodded slightly in acknowledgment, they all silently withdrew from the room.
Sitting at his desk, the emperor skillfully located the book with the words "Cultivation Diary" written on it.
With anticipation, he gently turned the page, and the latest page slowly revealed its contents. The ink-black words seemed to come alive, leaping and combining on the blank paper.
"It seems I have arrived at the perfect time today." He smiled faintly and waited patiently.
This diary is not only a record of Chu Lengyu's path to immortality, but can also be regarded as a special way of communication between them.
Counting the days, he realized that it had been more than a month since he had seen his mysterious and unpredictable national advisor, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Moreover, she now writes in her diary much less often, no longer writing it every day, but rather only when she feels like it, making her unpredictable.
The emperor was busy with countless affairs of state and had no time to spare for much thought.
In any case, no one in this world can harm her in the slightest. If she wants to travel outside, broaden her horizons, and experience all aspects of life, then let her go. After all, the Grand Preceptor's temperament and cultivation are beyond the control of a mere mortal like him.
The emperor let out a soft breath, pulling his thoughts back to the present moment.
A moment later, lines of text appeared, and the emperor read them intently.
"This trip to Wushan was very fruitful."
"Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. What you see with your own eyes and feel with your own hands is indeed more real and richer."
These first two sentences were enough to make the emperor sigh, because he also wanted to go.
As an emperor, although he possessed the entire world, he also had many limitations. The imperial advisor, on the other hand, was able to travel to all corners of the world with a detached mind. This open-mindedness and freedom made him both envious and respectful.
If it weren't for Chu Lengyu's diary, how could he, the dignified emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, not know about the existence of Wushan and those cultivators? How could he not feel frustrated and annoyed?
What would the legendary Fog Mountain look like that would elicit such a comment from her? The emperor watched with curiosity.
In her diary, Chu Lengyu recorded in detail what she saw and heard in Wushan.
She mentioned the three most beautiful sights in Wushan: the unique narrow passage at Xiaojian Pass, the magnificent red maple forest along the Pengjiang River, and the precipitous, cold stone steps of Lianyunzhan.
This diary entry was exceptionally detailed and captivating; the emperor read it with great interest, his mind filled with reverie.
It's as if by reading her words, one can imagine the magnificent beauty of the mountains, the rivers, and the layered cloud-covered peaks.
He was immersed in the words, and could feel a gentle breeze from afar brushing against his cheek, taking away the restlessness in his heart.
The misty mountains stand far to the west of Liangzhou, beyond the reach of the Great Xia, but the emperor has no worries whatsoever, and is not concerned that he will not be able to appreciate these beautiful sights.
Because he knew very well that Chu Lengyu's trip to Wushan was not simply for sightseeing.
As you continue reading, the diary mentions the cultivators of Mist Mountain, the conflicts between the four lineages of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, and the Bai family's control over Mist Mountain.
Chu Lengyu described in detail the cultivation environment of Wushan, as well as her observations and analysis of the spiritual energy of Wushan, and then continued writing.
"The plum blossom, reclusive and proud; the orchid, graceful and charming."
Bamboo represents resilience and uprightness. Chrysanthemum represents unconventional and unorthodox approaches.
"The four lineages each have their strengths and weaknesses, but they are all connected by the same energy and are essentially the same. After these few days of contact, I believe they are capable of being used."
"But these are not important. The first problem I need to solve is the spiritual energy of Wushan."
The emperor's gaze lingered on that line of text for a moment.
Chu Lengyu had mentioned the problem of lack of spiritual energy many times in his diary, and he naturally became aware of the importance of this issue through repeated exposure.
For cultivators, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is like the water that fish need; it is almost essential for survival and they cannot live without it.
Although Chu Lengyu never said it, the emperor knew very well that the spiritual energy in this world was thin, and she was not comfortable staying there.
It was also because of her slow recovery that she rarely made a move and often remained as still as an ordinary person.
One of her purposes in going to Misty Mountain was to study spiritual energy. After all, she had heard from Alchemist Lu that the spiritual energy in Misty Mountain was the most abundant among all known places.
It's easier to investigate the reasons behind this and change Wushan than to let her create something out of nothing.
If this were truly feasible, it would not only greatly benefit her personal spiritual practice but also have a profound impact on the entire world. Therefore, the emperor sincerely hoped that she would succeed.
In her diary, Chu Lengyu recorded the process of obtaining the Ice Lotus and her subsequent research on it, her tone seemingly tinged with regret.
"Unfortunately, the Ice Lotus has nothing special about it."
"The only strange thing is that its intelligence is too low to obtain useful information."
"After I took the ice lotus from the mountain peak, the ice mist around the misty mountain slowly disappeared, and the spiritual energy weakened, but not by much. Otherwise, Madam Lan would not have been able to suppress this matter."
"Therefore, the reason why the Ice Lotus is actually the reason why the spiritual energy in Misty Mountain is relatively abundant is not because of the Ice Lotus."
These words caused the emperor's heart to sink slightly.
He originally thought that the Ice Lotus, as a major spectacle of the Misty Mountains, must contain some extraordinary power or secret, but the result was not so.
It seems that the problem with Wushan is perhaps more complicated than he had imagined.
Chu Lengyu then wrote down about the underwater cave, the strange vines, and the story of the Bai family patriarch.
Upon seeing this, the emperor could hardly believe his eyes.
The Bai family patriarch has merged with the strange vines, seemingly having lived for a thousand years?!
He gasped, a chilling image flashing through his mind—a half-human, half-vine monster, barely clinging to life in a dark, sunless cave at the bottom of a lake, prolonging its existence by devouring others.
"Can people really live that long?" the emperor murmured to himself, his heart filled with awe and fear of the unknown.
He had never imagined that such unimaginable... "people" existed in this world?
In her diary, Chu Lengyu's tone was critical and disdainful.
"This kind of 'immortality' is utterly false."
"The Bai family patriarch was merely hoping for a lucky break, trying to negotiate with a tiger for its skin."
"He not only drove himself into madness and made him unrecognizable, but also caused the deaths of countless people to prolong their lives."
"Such anomalies must be eliminated upon sight!"
The emperor's initial longing was extinguished by the cold, murderous intent revealed in those words.
He fell silent and obediently continued looking down.
"However, he did reveal some useful information."
"That white crystal has a strange aura, carrying a trace of the power of the Great Dao's rules, and it could not possibly be produced naturally."
"Therefore, I suspect that there may be some kind of secret hidden beneath the misty mountain."
This description sparked a flood of imagination in the emperor.
The power of the Great Dao's rules—what kind of existence is that? How could such a power be contained within a tiny crystal?
What lies hidden beneath the misty mountain? Is it ancient ruins, powerful magical artifacts, or something beyond mortal comprehension?
The emperor, filled with curiosity, looked down.
Unfortunately, Chu Lengyu did not explain further in her diary.
Finally, she wrote:
"There are priorities. Let's deal with the bloodshed that swept through Mist Mountain, which was discovered by the Qi Observation Technique, first, and then we can investigate further."