Chapter 150 Legend of Gods
It's midnight, the twilight is dim.
On the outskirts of Tiandou City, the manor where the Po clan lived.
In the classical and elegant living room, Yang Wudi, Dugu Bo, Meng Shu and others were summoned here.
This late-night gathering was the first time since their surrender.
Although they didn't know what tasks were assigned to them in this meeting, the reason for the meeting was probably related to the meteor shower at midnight.
Meteor showers occur on the mainland every tens or hundreds of years. They are rare but not unusual. There are records in the documents of all major sects and families, and there are more than one example.
However, the meteor shower tonight is extraordinary.
The unparalleled brilliance illuminated the night sky of the entire world. Although it was only for a moment, this kind of thing had never happened before.
What surprised them even more was that the trajectory of the meteor shower changed halfway, and twenty-six meteors scattered in all directions, disappearing into the night sky in an instant, and landed somewhere on the mainland.
In the corner of the living room, everyone was sitting around a table.
The old butler Yu Yuan sat at the head of the table and looked at everyone.
"Everyone, everyone should have seen the meteor shower at midnight."
Hearing this, everyone nodded in response.
Since they obtained Xuantian Kung, they rarely slept at night, but practiced Xuantian Kung instead of sleeping.
This kind of practice that goes far beyond meditation, even after several months, still makes them intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
The soul power circulates around the sky according to a unique trajectory in the Twelve Meridians. The Zhongzheng and Peace cultivated by Xuantian Kung continue to warm and nourish the meridians and countless small hidden wounds on the body during the cultivation process.
After several months of practice, each of them has penetrated at least one of the eight extraordinary meridians with strong soul power.
After penetrating the eight extraordinary meridians, the improvement in all aspects of the body made them even more obsessed with practicing Xuantian Kung Fu, just because this technique gave them hope of cultivating to a higher level.
Compared with the concentration of meditation, practicing exercises can separate more of the spirit to perceive external situations.
When the meteor shower at midnight shone in the night sky, the bright and dazzling light naturally woke them up while they were practicing.
"Very good, I'll make a long story short." The old housekeeper simply relayed the young master's words to them.
"Tonight's meteor shower is related to the gods, and it involves the inheritance of the gods."
"And your task is to find them."
Divine inheritance? These four words exploded in everyone's minds like thunder on the ground. They all came from a family of soul masters, and naturally they had heard the legend of becoming a god at level 100.
"Becoming a god at level 100, isn't this a legend?" Yang Wudi, the most straight-tempered among the crowd, asked the doubts in his heart.
"Could it be that there really are gods in this world?"
"Of course." Dugu Bo, who was sitting next to Yang Wudi, had eyes flashing as if he was recalling something.
"The ancestor of the Qian family in Wuhun Palace is a god who has reached level 100."
"The inherited martial spirit Seraphim of the Qianjia lineage is the god-level martial spirit passed down by the angel god."
"In addition, the Qianjia of Wuhun Palace also has a complete set of soul bones called 'Angel Divine Clothing'. The age of each piece is ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, which is only one year away from one hundred thousand years."< br>
"Old Yang, why else do you think Wuhun Palace is the most powerful force in the mainland, and why the successive popes of Wuhun Palace came from Qianjia."
After Dugu Bo said this, he thought of the current Pope of Wuhun Palace, and finally added:
"Of course, except Bibi Dong." The legend of becoming a god at level 100 was confirmed. Everyone else was amazed, except Yang Wudi.
Because of the hatred towards Wuhun Palace in his heart, Yang Wudi didn't have any expression of surprise on his face that the legend was confirmed, but was filled with resentment.
"The Spirit Hall has the inheritance of the gods, and those meteors also contain the inheritance of the gods."
"If we get the inheritance from the gods, we will have enough capital to compete with Wuhun Palace!"
"Mr. Yu, not only do you know that meteors contain the inheritance of gods, but you also called us here overnight. Could it be that you know the whereabouts of those meteors?"
Yang Wudi finished his words in a hurry, his tone mixed with hatred for Wuhun Palace and expectation for the whereabouts of the divine inheritance.
Hearing this, the others all looked at the old housekeeper in unison.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, the old housekeeper shook his head slightly, and then took out a white peony with several blood-red petals from the soul guide.
At this moment, the divine power of love emitted by the white peony is no longer as strong as before, but the pure white color of the divine power is clearly visible, making the white peony look even more fairy-like.
The aura of the God of Love spread to everyone, and they suddenly felt like they were in a warm and comfortable ocean of love.
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Looking at this special white peony in front of him, Yang Wudi recognized its name the moment he saw it.
"This, this is... lovesickness red?"
"But, the white light released by this white peony? I remember that there is no record in the classics!"
Yang Wudi's tone of determination was mixed with some doubts. He was almost certain that the white peony in front of him was the Lovesick Red, known as the King of Immortals, but he couldn't figure out those pure white lights anyway.
The authorities were confused. Yang Wudi fell into a dead end in his thinking, but the others did not. They all guessed that this white peony must be related to the inheritance of the gods.
"This white peony is called Acacia Heartbroken Red, and it is a fairy herb." The old housekeeper held the white peony stem in his hand and slowly explained to everyone:
"As a holy flower that symbolizes pure and sincere love, the original power of lovesickness comes from the God of Love."
"A little bit of the divine power of the God of Love contained in the heartbroken red is awakened by tonight's meteor shower. The layer of pure white light outside the white peony is the divine power of the God of Love."
"With the guidance of the God of Love, you can find the inheritance of the God of Love by holding this white peony."
Then, in front of everyone present, the old housekeeper handed the white peony in his hand to Yang Wudi's hand.
"Clan Chief Yang, you are proficient in pharmacology and know enough about immortal products."
"The matter of finding the inheritance of the God of Love will be left to you."
Yang Wudi took the white peony, and the obsession and enthusiasm for the medicinal herbs in his heart suddenly suppressed the hatred towards Wuhun Temple just now.
"Please tell Mr. Yu that Yang will promise to complete the task."
After he got it, the light weight of the white peony made him look down. The bottom of the root was bare, and the black stone recorded in the classics could not be seen.
Only blood containing the purest and most sincere love can make the lovesickness fall off the Wu Jue Stone. Currently, there is no Wu Jue Stone under the rhizome of the white peony, which means that this immortal plant has recognized its owner.
"With the most pure and sincere love, who would pluck the lovesickness from the Wu Jue Stone?"
"Is it that gentleman? Or is it the old housekeeper in front of you?"
(End of chapter)