Chapter 18

When I was wandering in the mortal world, I once sat on top of a scholar's head to observe his life. That scholar was young and poor. Every day, he would go to the mountains to pick wild fruits and vegetables. When he was tired, he would sit on a rock and look at the sky, lamenting his fate.

One day, he was chopping bamboo shoots that had just sprouted after the rain in the bamboo forest. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and the sky changed color. The rolling white clouds of the spring day disappeared in the blink of an eye. The vast sky was bare in an instant. It was very unsightly.

"This, this, this …"

The scholar had read books and poems since he was a child, and he was well-versed in astronomy. However, he had never heard of such a strange scene. His mind was in a mess, and he didn't notice the strong wind above his head. A white fruit the size of an egg fell from the sky and hit his forehead three inches away. He opened his mouth in pain, but the fruit bounced into his mouth and slipped into his dantian before he could chew. Since then, a Heavenly Immortal had ascended to the Celestial realm — Lipu Yuanjun.

I still remembered the appearance of that fruit. It was exactly the same as the cover of the invitation card in my hand. At the bottom of the card was a line of delicate and pretty characters — Bodhi Fruit.

"I was wondering why the clouds in the sky disappeared that day. It turns out that the fairies picked them to make clothes!"

I threw the invitation card to Fufeng. "The Brocade Weaving Festival only happens once every thousand years. If it weren't for Lipu Yuanjun's invitation, we would have missed it. What a close call."

Fufeng looked at the cover of the invitation card and scratched his nose. "This Bodhi Fruit looks different from the one I saw before. Did I remember wrongly?"

"No."

"This isn't an authentic Bodhi Fruit."

The authentic Bodhi Fruit was colorless, tasteless, and shapeless.

As the saying goes, the Great Dao is the most simple. The Bodhi Fruit was the closest thing to the Great Dao in the world. Naturally, it couldn't be represented by ordinary colors and shapes.

I dipped my finger into the teacup and flicked it to the side. The light brown tea liquid floated in the air and formed a transparent mirror. The immortal energy inside the mirror revealed a giant tree with luxuriant branches and leaves.

"Since ancient times, there has only been one Bodhi Tree in the six realms. It sprouted branches in the first year of the Chaos and bore fruit after hundreds of thousands of years. Each fruit is a rare treasure.

Although the fruit is precious, it takes too long to grow. Goddess Tu, the Queen of Heaven, disliked the fact that the old tree didn't bloom or bear fruit all day long.......................................................................

The tea mirror shook twice, and a crooked small tree appeared. It was as thick as a person hugging it, and its leaves were sparse and sickly greenish-yellow. A bunch of white and tender fruits hung heavily on the branches, as if they were about to fall off at any moment.

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. "" Although it's a fake, it still has some of the effects of a heavenly treasure. "

I waved my sleeves and the tea mirror disappeared. "Lipu Yuanjun was just a weak scholar in the past, but after eating a fruit, he immediately ascended to immortality. Ordinary spiritual fruits don't have such benefits. I've been transferring blood essence to that frost flower for the past few months, so my vitality is severely depleted. Why don't I join in the fun at the Brocade Weaving Assembly and win a Bodhi Fruit to nourish my body?"

"You?"

Fufeng stared at me. Although he didn't participate, he had heard that the Fairy Xian 'e and the Witch of the Six Realms, who were good at needlework, coveted the position of the champion. It wasn't because they coveted the Bodhi Fruit, but because the Brocade Weaving Assembly was the largest matchmaking assembly in the Six Realms in the past hundred years. Unmarried women went on stage to weave clothes while unmarried men made comments and threw flower tokens. The so-called champion was the one most favored by the men in the audience. He didn't think Chiling had a chance.

"There's no harm in trying. You don't have to stare at me with those fish eyes.

I've worn this Scarlet Cloud Robe for many years and it's getting a bit tired of it. It's time to change.

Besides, the relationship between the Celestial realm and the Demon Realm and the Flower Realm has been tense for the past thousand years, so there's probably less competition. If I don't go now, when will I? "

Fufeng snorted and put the invitation away. "Then I'll reluctantly be a male guest in the audience. I'll get one or two flower tokens for you."

"That's great.

Thank you, Immortal Fufeng. "

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The Brocade Weaving Assembly was located on the east side of the Celestial realm, where the clouds were thickest. The East Sea was close to Starlord Mao Ri's residence, so the water temperature was higher than the other three seas. Every day, the water vapor would condense into clouds.

Dragons were born in the clouds, so this kind of climate was extremely comfortable for me. I transformed into my true form and played around in the clouds. By the time we arrived, it was already late in the morning. Many immortals were sitting on and off the stage. Even the Venerable Sovereigns, who usually didn't care about worldly affairs and stayed in seclusion for a long time, were holding cups of tea and waiting in the distance.

"Am I seeing things? Is that the East Pole Celestial Emperor Qing Hua?

Doesn't he live in the Shang Qing Sky for a long time? Is he also here to join in the fun? "

Fufeng scooped up some seawater to wash his eyes and pulled my sleeve. Emperor Qing Hua once went to the Kun Peng Race to preach scriptures. When he was young, it was his lifelong goal to become the Venerable Sovereign's disciple.

The Northern Underworld was remote, so it wasn't easy to meet a True God. Emperor Qing Hua could capture a young Kun Peng just by preaching scriptures. Why don't I go there in a few days?

"Yes, yes, you're not seeing things. I can recognize Qing Hua's goat-horned beard even from a mile away. You're actually interested in such an immortal? The Little White Dragon is now the head of the Four Imperials, Jade Emperor Hao Tian. His status is much higher than Qing Hua's. Why don't I see you showing him some respect?"

"You mean Run Yu?"

Fufeng curled his lips in disdain. "That brat is younger than me. How can he be worthy of this position? Besides, who doesn't know that he rebelled against the Supreme … Uh … Okay, okay, okay, I said something wrong …"

When it came to the Little White Dragon's reputation, I would never be careless about it. Fufeng saw my expression turning cold and angry, so he quickly changed his words. But what's the use of keeping quiet under threat?

Among all the immortals in the Heaven Realm and all the living beings in the Six Realms, except for that unlucky Phoenix, no one had the right to criticize Little White Dragon.

"Since you just came to the Celestial realm and don't know the whole story, I'll tell you today.

It's true that the Little White Dragon rebelled against the Supreme, but since ancient times, only those with power could occupy a high position. The previous Celestial Ruler had power, but he was not strict in his governance. He indulged Tuyao, Hua Shen, and Water Tribe, and stirred up the Celestial realm, which was supposed to be peaceful, into a mess. How could such an unworthy emperor be the Hao Tian Emperor?

Think about the three Celestial Lords in the Sanqing Realm, who were supposed to help the emperor govern, but all of them just watched from the sidelines. In the vast Celestial realm, among all the immortals, only the Rat of the Zodiac, who had only cultivated for less than ten thousand years, dared to speak the truth. Do you know why? "

Fufeng and I had been friends for a long time, so we knew each other well. He knew that I would be like this when I was really angry. He changed his usual lazy appearance and his words were full of anger. He didn't dare to say anything and just listened.