Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 273 Ancestral Bloodline

His heart was lost and distressed:

What he saw, heard, and experienced in the past few days, like an explosion of information, filled his mind and completely shattered the world view he had held for more than a decade.

Practicing Taoism, practicing Taoism, what kind of Taoism are you practicing in the end?

The sky is dark, and the end of spiritual practice is also dark.

Any hope he could see was shrouded by a dark cloud.

Bai Zhi looked at his miserable expression, gently stretched out her hand and held it tightly to comfort him.

Du Fang looked at her gratefully.

The old woman looked at him, sighed, and said with a smile:

"Don't be discouraged, and don't worry. The calamity that will destroy this world is far from being that terrifying. Humanity's ancestors predicted all of this ten thousand years ago. The ancient gods have resurrected, the era of great strife is approaching, and the sleeping Holy Son of the Ancient Dao Court..."

"The goddess of the inherited cave abode and the bloodline of the royal family will all awaken along with the ancient god. The nine divine continents may not be without a glimmer of hope. Even if the divine continent is broken, there will be powerful people to patch it up and put the nine continents back together."

"What are the Son and the Goddess?"

Bai Zhi asked. This was also the first time she heard these two words.

"The Holy Son is a member of a once-extinct sect, possessing the most exceptional talent and the highest level of cultivation. The Goddess is a woman with the blood of the gods, a divine bloodline. And the Prince is the direct descendant of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in mythology."

"Are these people already powerful people in the Ninth Realm when they are born?"

Du Fang asked softly.

"No, the spiritual veins of this world have long been exhausted. Even if they revive, they will have a long recovery period, just like the ancient gods. They will also follow the current rules of cultivation and start from the seventh realm to enter the introductory training. However, the power of these people's bloodlines is too terrifying. Once they pass the Golden Avenue, it is only a matter of time before they enter the Emperor Realm!"

'In the age of great contention, the Golden Avenue!'

Bai Zhi sighed softly and uttered these words. Everyone knew that after these princes, saints, and goddesses were resurrected, they would all pass through the Golden Avenue, obtain godhood, and thus step into the imperial realm.

This is truly a race of hundreds of boats, all striving forward courageously.

For the ascetics, this is truly a golden age that will never appear again.

Unfortunately, she can no longer compete with these geniuses in this world of great contention.

The old woman seemed to understand Bai Zhi's sigh.

She stroked the woman's hair lovingly, her expression full of pity.

To soothe this sad mood.

The old woman laughed and said, "You have only been here a short time, and as your host, I am saying such depressing things. Let's have something cheerful and try some fruits and vegetables from my garden!"

She clapped her hands and called out, "Children, serve the guests wine and food!"

The young girls who had been playing in the garden before, dressed in light gauze and taking lotus steps, came out one by one, holding wine jugs and jade plates in their hands, and each dish was full of color, aroma and flavor.

These women were wearing revealing clothes, with their long, slender thighs exposed. They introduced themselves in soft voices:

"This is squirrel fish, shrimp and white jade, this is braised lion's head, and lentil braised goose..."

Every dish served has a name.

Seeing the dozens of dishes almost filling up the table, Du Fang hurriedly shouted, "Enough, enough! There are too many to finish. It's a waste of food!"

"This young Taoist priest has been in seclusion for too long, so he must have never seen such delicacies from the world, right?" asked the old woman.

"never seen it!"

Du Fang was telling the truth. He used to live in poverty, and his food and clothing were very simple. Although his cultivation level improved, he no longer had any need for such food.

But now, more than ten beauties were playing sweet music beside them, and their slender figures were dancing to the music.

What’s more, the delicacies before us are indeed pure in color and delicious in taste.

Du Fang knew that it was thanks to Bai Zhi that he could enjoy this delicacy.

The old woman was even more generous. She took out the Nine-Flower Jade Dew that she had treasured for hundreds of years and poured a cup for each of them.

When Du Fang drank it, he felt his whole body begin to float upwards, like an immortal. His soul was soaring almost out of his body and ascending to the sky, just like the banished immortal, wandering freely between heaven and earth.

The banquet was already halfway through, and Du Fang's eyes began to wander:

A woman with a slender waist, skin as white as mutton-fat jade, and rouge on her lips and forehead, swayed her willow-like waist and kept rubbing against him, taking advantage of Du Fang's behavior under the pretext of feeding him wine.

While Du Fang's wine glass was empty, she poured the wine in it and exposed her snow-white breasts in front of him.

With such a beautiful scene before his eyes, Du Fang's eyes were almost straight and dull. He was a young man full of vigor and vitality, and had never seen such beauty in the world. His eyes were almost hooked straight by the silk thread.

Bai Zhi suddenly snorted coldly and glared at him unhappily.

Du Fang was stunned and didn't notice the cold snort at all. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain under his feet.

Bai Zhi bit her lip and stepped hard on his foot with the sole of her foot.

"What are you doing?" Du Fang grimaced in pain.

"Have you seen enough?"

"What do you mean, have you seen enough? I don't quite understand."

Du Fang wiped his mouth and pretended not to know.

"Do you want her? If so, I can ask my uncle for her and take her away to be your concubine. How about that?"

Du Fang's heart was pounding wildly after drinking, and it almost jumped out of his throat. This was indeed a great temptation for him. Which man in this world would not want such a beauty and charm?

I don't know if it was the alcohol or primitive instinct that stimulated his brain, but he almost subconsciously said:

"miss you!"

"I want your head!"

A slap hit him hard on the head. Bai Zhi's originally rosy face suddenly turned pale with anger. She said viciously:

"I'll give you another chance. Tell me, do you want it?"

"I ask you, do you want to?"

"miss you!"

A strange feeling suddenly arose in Du Fang's heart. He wanted to see how cute this woman looked when she was jealous.

But to his disappointment, Bai Zhi did not hit him on the head this time. Her anger turned into a sad look, and she said lightly with a look of pity:

"Okay, I'll let you have your wedding night tonight!"

"I want to see if you, little Taoist priest, are really a lecher!"

Bai Zhi personally poured a glass of wine and poured it into Du Fang's mouth.

Du Fang wanted to say a few words, but suddenly found that his tongue began to tie and everything in front of him began to blur. In the confusion, a clear and pleasant voice came from afar.

"This Taoist priest is drunk. Help him back to his room to rest!"

He seemed to feel as if there was a pile of soft, warm and fragrant flesh sitting on his thighs, and a strong fragrance of cosmetics filled his nostrils.

Do all beauties smell this good?

At this time, Du Fang was drunk and could not bear the alcohol. This was his last thought before he passed out completely.

At the banquet, all the maids had left at some point, leaving only Bai Zhi and her uncle.

The old woman's expression was very serious. She suddenly said, "Are you really sure you can bring him to me?"

Bai Zhi nodded:

“Man proposes, God disposes. As long as I have tried my best and have no regrets, that’s all that matters!”

"it is good!"

Watching Bai Zhi's receding figure, the old woman raised her head to the sky, muttering to herself, "In the future battle to ascend to heaven, it should be Commander Yao'er of my Longyuan Sword Sect, not this little Taoist priest from Lingxiao!"