“Back then, when we cobbled together the rudimentary Dao fruit and the Dao fruit and it came time to name things, we thought the title ‘immortal’ was pretty nice, so we named cultivators who possessed a Dao fruit ‘immortals.’”
Lu Yang sucked in a breath of cold air. So all along, Fairy, you were actually a founder of the cultivation system!
Her naming sense wasn't bad either; Lu Yang had half expected the Immortal Fairy to come up with names like “Invincible Stage.”
The Immortal Fairy added, “Tracing back to the root definition of ‘immortal,’ truly no one in the world can be called an immortal.”
Lu Yang figured that maybe he ought to treat the Immortal Fairy with a bit more respect from now on. After all, she was both a pioneer of the Dao fruit and the founder of Buddhism.
“Oh, the name ‘immortal’ was thought up by Immortal Ying Tian. The ‘Invincible Stage’ and ‘Doudou Stage’ that I proposed were rejected unanimously by the others.”
The Immortal Fairy stomped her feet in indignation. “Since this immortal put in so much effort, what was wrong with naming a stage after this immortal? Yet they actually objected—how truly detestable!”
Lu Yang: “...”
Fairy, you really didn't need to add those last two sentences.
...
In the end, Lu Yang was someone who had seen great storms alongside the Immortal Fairy. Upon learning such world-shaking history that shocked antiquity and the present alike, he quickly calmed his mind and chose to carry on cultivating step by step.
He was still far from becoming an immortal; there was no point dwelling on matters so remote.
There are no years in cultivation; time flies by, and days and months pass like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, Lu Yang had cultivated for an hour.
“Old Lu, wanna go hang out?” Meng Jingzhou couldn't bear to see Lu Yang cultivate. He bounded over to Tianmen Peak in high spirits to tempt Lu Yang into going out—truly abominable to the extreme.
Fortunately, Lu Yang's heart was as steady as an old Buddha in meditation, completely unmoved by external disturbances.
“We're going to the East Sea to have some fun.”
“Let's roll.” Lu Yang leaped right off the large boulder.
His Dao heart was frail, led astray by Meng Jingzhou; thus fell a promising cultivation prospect, prompting deep sighs and laments.
“Still, what made you suddenly think of going to the East Sea?” Lu Yang asked, puzzled. There had to be a reason.
“Isn't Old Horse of the dragon horse clan? His ancestral home is in the East Sea. He wanted to visit his relatives, so of course I agreed.”
“I figured that with Old Horse heading to the East Sea, you and I could take the opportunity to tag along. Neither of us has been there before anyway.”
“Good brother.” Lu Yang was deeply touched. When it came to good things like going out to have fun, Old Meng never forgot about him.
In reality, Meng Jingzhou had another reason for traveling to the East Sea.
Lately, people had constantly been calling him the strongest bachelor and encouraging him to stay single for a boundless future. Being thin-skinned, he couldn't stomach so much flattery, so he wanted to head outside to find some peace and quiet.
The East Sea was an ideal choice: it was far away, and there were no acquaintances around.
There was no need to tell Lu Yang about this, lest Lu Yang heap praises upon him too—if that happened, what would even be the point of leaving?
“Just the two of us?”
“I'm just about to call Junior Sister Tao and the other two. After all, it's not often we get to take such a long trip.”
Chapter 787