Chapter 157: Nine Truths and One Lie Are the Most Deceptive

The Survivalist Immortal Across the Multiverse The vast sea has turned to dust. 2512 words 2026-04-13 04:56:50

Chapter 157: Nine Truths and One Lie Are the Most Deceitful

The welcoming Primordial Spirit True Immortal arranged for the disciples of the Tai'er Sect to go to other areas to practice and observe the grand ceremony.

Another Primordial Spirit True Immortal stepped forward to lead the way, guiding Immortal Tai'er and Luo Feng to the Inner Scenery Dao Field, the place where Old Ancestor Huaqing was about to attain the Dao.

The Inner Scenery Dao Field was vast and boundless, containing the spatial arts of a grotto-heaven. It was embellished with celestial lakes and rare, exotic beasts. Most eye-catching of all was a pool of cyan-white lotuses right in the center of the Dao Field.

The smaller ones were charmingly naive, pristine and flawless, fitting neatly in the palm of one's hand; the larger ones stood like pavilions in the midst of the water, where numerous immortals gathered in groups of three or five, sitting upon the massive lotuses and talking and laughing merrily.

Truly, immortals conversed with laughter, while mortals were nowhere to be found.

Luo Feng and Immortal Tai'er exchanged a glance and followed suit, finding a medium-sized lotus to sit upon.

Naturally, as two lowly Earth Immortals, they did not dare to squeeze into the front rows, but instead nestled on a lotus in the corner, eating melons and watching the show.

Having grown accustomed to great storms and high seas, occasionally participating in a low-tier match to soothe one's mood was also beneficial for physical and mental health.

A round table, a handful of melon seeds that appeared from goodness knows where, and a pot of tea.

Stealing half a day of leisure amidst a bustling life, Immortal Tai'er and Luo Feng could drag out this kind of tea-drinking, idle-chatting, and seed-cracking routine all the way until the next immeasurable kalpa.

Unlike Luo Feng, who had arrived in the Primordial Great Universe for less than ten thousand years and was a mere Earth Immortal in appearance, Immortal Tai'er had secretly attained the Golden Immortal realm long ago. Having experienced countless years, he was exceptionally well-informed.

The two had now cleared the air and become surface-level sworn brothers, and Immortal Tai'er began explaining the origins of the visiting immortals to Luo Feng.

Some were disciples of great Golden Immortal masters, some had forged ties with the true dragons of the Four Seas, while others were collateral branches of Great Luo orthodoxies.

Crunching on a raw grain of rice, Immortal Tai'er stroked his beard and transmitted his voice with a chuckle, "Look. See that red-haired, blue-eyed immortal on that purple lotus over there? He probably has the strongest background at the entire Huaqing Dharma Assembly."

"Both his parents are Golden Immortal mighty figures in an immortal sect, and his grandmaster is rumored to be a disciple of a Great Luo."

Luo Feng glanced sideways. The third-generation immortal mentioned by Immortal Tai'er possessed an immortal, transcendent demeanor, wore azure robes, and wore a gentle smile. One could not detect any airs of a privileged third-generation scion at all; rather, his lotus was in such a remote spot that if Immortal Tai'er had not brought him up, he would have easily been mistaken for an ordinary immortal and passed over.

Immortal Tai'er then pointed out a few more figures with deep backgrounds, rumored to be connected to Golden Immortals and Great Lius.

Case after case, story after story, left Luo Feng full of deep emotion, once again realizing that the Primordial World was not just about killing and fighting; the Primordial World was about human sophistication and social relations.

Immortals were long-lived beings; nobody knew who they might connect with over the course of the long, endless years.

In the Primordial Great Universe, if you beat up a small one, a big one would definitely come out; if you beat up the big one, an old one was bound to show up; if you beat up the old one, an even older one would jump out...

A small immortal sect by the roadside, if traced back to its origin, might even be connected to the Dao boy of a Great Luo Heavenly Lord.

Ultimately, Immortal Tai'er sighed with emotion, "In the Primordial World, it is best not to make enemies, because nobody knows what kind of backing might get dragged into it. Harmony and benevolence are the true nature of us immortals."

"Of course..." Immortal Tai'er paused, smiling amiably, "Once an offense is made, never hold back, otherwise the scourge will be endless!"

"However, this old Daoist has practiced for many years, advocating that supreme virtue is like water. If we can reason things out, we should never resort to fists."

Luo Feng nodded. It was easy to see that Immortal Tai'er was also an expert on the path of prudence—disguised as an Earth Immortal, he never crossed paths with high-level fighters.

A Golden Immortal fighting a Celestial Immortal was considered risky, but a Golden Immortal fighting an Earth Immortal was safe. If one still couldn't win under such conditions, it was better to run early. Fighting across two major realms was tantamount to getting involved with Great Luo and Xiantian spiritual treasures; preserving one's little life was paramount.

Therefore, he himself should continue to be a Xiantian cultivator. After all, what did battles between immortals have to do with a mortal like him?

As for the same realm, Luo Feng was willing to crown himself the undisputed number one expert of the Xiantian realm, the supreme powerhouse of the Foundation Establishment stage.

His poetic title went: *Beating Xiantian masters with no rival in sight, kicking the number one in Foundation Establishment to flight; peerless and unmatched across the sky and night!*

...

Suddenly, a powerful Celestial Immortal strode over from afar. Dressed in golden robes with a magnificent aura, he walked like an emperor.

Immortal Tai'er narrowed his eyes and muttered, "It's him? The Golden-Winged Phoenix, he's here too."

Luo Feng sat lazily on the lotus and asked, "Old Ancestor knows him? What kind of mighty figure is this, what is his net worth, and who is his backer?!"

Immortal Tai'er sipped his tea, reminiscing about the past.

After a long while, he slowly said, "The true form of the Golden-Winged Phoenix is the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle. Rumored to have ties with the Phoenix lineage, he is also quite famous among Celestial Immortals."

Luo Feng grew interested upon hearing this. If you want to talk about this, I'm wide awake.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle and the Phoenix lineage had a deep connection indeed.

At the very beginning of Chaos, heaven and earth combined, and all things were born. Among winged creatures, the phoenix was the leader. The phoenix absorbed the breath of union and gave birth to the peacock and the roc.

The roc was the Golden-Winged Great Peng, while the peacock was the Five-Color Peacock.

"I wonder, what relation does the Golden-Winged Phoenix have with the Phoenix lineage?"

Luo Feng cupped his hands and asked for enlightenment.

He didn't care about the Roc, but he cared a great deal about the Roc's older brother, the Peacock.

Kong Xuan was the absolute number one expert in the Five Elements of the Primordial World. As a junior, he naturally wanted to pay a visit; it would be even better if he could receive some guidance.

The Golden-Winged Phoenix was not the roc, the son of the phoenix, but he should have some connection to the Great Peng.

Seeing Luo Feng asking him for advice, Immortal Tai'er wore a trace of smug satisfaction, enjoying the moment for a while.

He slowly said, "This old Daoist heard from a friend that the Golden-Winged Phoenix is supposedly the illegitimate son of a mighty figure in the Phoenix lineage."

...

"Old Ancestor is truly well-informed, treating the treasures of the hundred schools and three teachings like family possessions!"

Luo Feng offered a word of praise, forcibly swallowing the sentence: *Is the friend you mentioned actually yourself?*

Immortal Tai'er kept his expression unchanged and smiled modestly, "Having cultivated for tens of thousands of years, I've lived a few extra years, so my experience is a bit deeper. I read it all in books, I read it all in books."

Luo Feng sneered inwardly in his heart: *I'll believe your ghost stories; you old scoundrel are extremely wicked.*

When the true is made false, the false becomes true; from nothingness to existence, and back to nothingness.

The best way to deceive people is to mix nine truths with one lie, or nine lies with one truth.

In those tens of thousands of years, you're probably no different from Daoist Lu Ya. For ordinary folks, one chaos is a year; for immortals who do not age and never decay, at least one yuan hui is a year.

Calculated this way, even if Immortal Tai'er wasn't an immortal from the Cataclysm of Longhan, he was a Golden Immortal who attained the Dao during the era of the Wu and Demon tribes or the Heavenly Emperor's reign.

And here he was, trying to hoodwink a tiny Xiantian cultivator like himself.

Truly shameless!

Regardless of how Luo Feng was plotting against him in his heart, Immortal Tai'er continued on his own accord: "The Golden-Winged Phoenix has a blood feud with Old Ancestor Huaqing. In the past, he could barely manage to preserve his life; why has he rushed over to Old Ancestor Huaqing's Dao-attaining Dharma Assembly today?"

"Isn't he afraid that Old Daoist Huaqing will activate the power of the Huaqing Grotto-Heaven and suppress him for an immeasurable kalpa?!"

Even as they spoke, strands of immortal light had already risen from the Huaqing Temple, and array patterns covered the entire grotto-heaven.

Immortal after immortal from the Huaqing Temple soared into the air, holding magical treasures with stern expressions.

The Golden-Winged Phoenix stood with his hands behind his back, fearlessly laughing instead, "I heard the old ghost Huaqing is taking that final step. Haha, an old friend of many years, I'm here to send him off on his journey!"

Stuck in classes from eight in the morning until past nine at night.
A bit tired, just one chapter today.
(End of this chapter)