Chapter 099: The Flute Immortal Appears at Last

While the two visiting recorders were still at the gate of the prince’s manor, the male recorder suddenly halted at the threshold and said to the female recorder beside him:

“Junior Sister Wu Yuan, I have just received a heavenly transmission. It says that the Immortal Sovereign Huayao, who slaughtered his fellow sect-mates, has been discovered in Iron City of the Cloud Kingdom. The Immortal Oracle Sect has already sent people there in secret, and there may soon be a battle at the Immortal Sovereign level.

“So I must hurry to Iron City at once to record that fight. As for this place, I’ll leave it to you to document.”

Wu Yuan was badly flustered and hurriedly said, “Senior Brother Wang Li, this is my first time coming down the mountain for recordkeeping. If you’re not here, I’m afraid... I won’t be able to handle it on my own.”

Her senior brother smiled and patted her shoulder. “Junior Sister Wu Yuan, recordkeeping here is very simple. Once that disciple of the Solitary Jade Sect, Su Qingyu, appears, you only need to use your spiritual power to imprint the scene of her wedding and seal it in the Mind-Image Disc in time.

“You can do it by yourself. Believe in yourself.”

After cheering up his junior sister, Wang Li rose on the wind and flew off toward Iron City of the Cloud Kingdom.

To Wang Li, recording the forthcoming battle of Immortal Sovereigns in Iron City was the most important matter.

After all, for a recorder, being able to capture a splendid battle was an immense honor.

As for the trifling matter of a disciple from the Solitary Jade Sect getting married, that could be left to his junior sister, who was only making her first field assignment. It would also serve as a chance for her to get some practice.

After her senior brother left, Wu Yuan stood alone in the prince’s manor, feeling extremely uneasy. She was only sixteen this year, the most junior recorder in the Recorders’ Sect.

This was her first time descending the mountain with her senior brother to work in the field. She had originally only intended to help him out and secretly learn a few things from the side. She never expected that her senior brother would be drawn away by some other sudden affair, leaving her alone to shoulder the work.

As a result, she seemed to turn into a frightened bird, warily watching her surroundings, thinking that if anything spectacular happened inside the manor, she would have to record it at once.

At that moment, Zhang Zixuan quietly came up behind Song Ye and asked in a low voice, “Big Brother Song, where is the bride? Where is she? I really want to see how beautiful Sister-in-law will be after she puts on her wedding clothes.”

Song Ye smiled faintly. “I haven’t seen my own bride for nearly a month. Still, wait a little longer. She’ll appear when the banquet begins.”

In truth, he also very much wanted to see just how beautiful Qin Xuanxi would look after putting on her bridal robes.

By then, Song Yan was also dressed in a bright little festive outfit, red as a lantern, and kept trailing after Song Ye’s heels.

Song Ye then said to Zhang Zixuan, “Zixuan, could you help keep an eye on Song Yan for me? She seems a little hungry. Take her to the back kitchen and get her something to eat.”

As he spoke, he pointed toward the back kitchen.

“All right. A child must not be left hungry,” Zhang Zixuan said, lifting Song Yan, who had been following Song Ye around like a shadow, and walking toward the manor’s back kitchen.

Just then, a great leafy tree suddenly fell out of the sky.

It did not strike the ground, but stood upright, floating in midair.

Everyone in the manor was drawn to the colossal tree that had descended so abruptly from the heavens. From the dense mass of lush leaves, a person suddenly leapt down.

He wore a white robe and was likewise standing in midair.

Everyone looked up at this white-robed man, who had arrived in such an extraordinary fashion, and wondered what manner of extraordinary being he might be.

Su Xiqiu, however, immediately recognized his identity. She stepped forward and said respectfully, “Greetings, Immortal Sovereign Qingyan.”

The newcomer was none other than Zhou Junhao, the master of Xianyan Palace and the Immortal Sovereign Qingyan.

Yet Zhou Junhao did not greet Su Xiqiu first. Instead, he directly addressed Song Ye.

“Little Brother Song Ye, I heard that today is your wedding, so I specially brought this Immortal Blessing Tree as a gift for your marriage. I hope you will accept it with a smile.”

The Immortal Blessing Tree bore fruit only once every ten years, and the fruit it yielded could prolong the life of even ordinary mortals. Zhou Junhao had long since seen that Song Ye was unable to cultivate, which was why he had thought to use this tree as a wedding gift.

After all, every mortal longs for longevity.

At this moment, everyone present was stunned.

Zhou Junhao could already be considered a major figure among the immortal sects. Who would have thought that Song Ye, an ordinary mortal, would actually know him, and that the two seemed to be on excellent terms?

In truth, Song Ye could even be said to be Zhou Junhao’s benefactor. Without Song Ye, Zhou Junhao would never have broken through the shackles that had bound him for more than two hundred years, nor would his cultivation have ascended to the Emperor Soul Realm.

To say that such a kindness was as great as giving him a second life would not be an exaggeration.

When Wu Yuan, the recorder, saw such a powerful figure appear here, she could no longer contain her excitement. She hurriedly brought out her Mind-Image Disc, formed the Recorders’ Sect’s exclusive sealing hand seal, and imprinted Zhou Junhao’s bearing into the disc.

At the same time, a small thrill of pride rose in her heart. On her very first field assignment, she had captured the presence of someone as important as Immortal Sovereign Qingyan. What a spectacular beginning it was.

Senior Brother Wang Li, you’ve missed a treasure. If you had only left a moment later, you could have recorded the glory of Immortal Sovereign Qingyan as well.

But just then, a vast figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the sky above the manor. It blotted out the heavens and sun, like a celestial hound devouring the moon, casting the entire estate under a heavy shadow.

After staring upward for a moment, everyone finally made out that the true form of this immense silhouette was a gigantic armored turtle floating in the air, shaped like the Black Tortoise.

Yet this armored turtle was not only covered by a shell on its back; its head, limbs, and tail were all armored as well.

At the same time, an exquisitely beautiful flute melody suddenly drifted down from the turtle’s back.

The moment that tune sounded, everyone in the manor was entranced. Their faces unconsciously took on an odd, half-smiling expression.

When Zhou Junhao heard the flute, his body could not help but tremble slightly, and astonishment appeared on his face.

For in that instant, a name surfaced in his mind: the Flute Immortal.

Who else in this world could produce such a peerless flute performance if not the Flute Immortal?

That was why Zhou Junhao suspected that the person on the turtle’s back might be that very one: the Emperor-grade Immortal Sovereign known as the Flute Immortal, who had vanished from sight for three hundred years.

The Flute Immortal had once been mentioned in the same breath as Wine Immortal Cheng Wanting three hundred years ago, and the two were also sworn friends.

Moreover, the two of them were alike in one respect: until their cultivation had reached its summit, neither had gone to the Jade Pivot Mountain to receive an official sovereign title. One might say that both were anomalies within the immortal world.

Thus, though they were both Emperor-grade Immortal Sovereigns, they had never possessed their own official sovereign titles.

Later, people took their epithets from their own preferences.

One was obsessed with music, never went anywhere without a long flute, and possessed an utterly transcendent skill with it, so the world called him the Flute Immortal.

The other loved wine as if it were life itself, with a capacity so deep it seemed bottomless, so the world called her the Wine Immortal.