You Practice Immortality, I Farm

Chapter 779 is about to overflow

 High in the sky.

 The majestic mountains below are retreating rapidly.

Lu Xuan stood on a green leaf that was more than two feet long. The wind was howling and his clothes were flying. He was so happy.

 He is on his way to Baihua Palace in Liyang Realm.

There were two other people traveling with him, one of whom was a Sanren from Yulin in Qingmu Xingdong with whom he had a close friendship, and who was also good at spiritual cultivation.

After Lu Xuan received the invitation from the Flower Spirit Messenger, he sent a message to Yulin Sanren. When he learned that she had also been invited, he made an appointment to go to Baihua Palace together.

Another thin old man is also a spiritual planter in Tianxing Cave. He is in the middle stage of pill formation and his name is Liang Yong.

“Is it rare for fellow Daoist Lu to leave Thunder Star Cave?”

Yulin Sanren used the leaf magic weapon and asked Lu Xuan softly.

 “Compared to other Taoist friends, it is indeed a little less.”

 He asked aloud.

 Lu Xuan answered truthfully.

 He told Lu Xuan the secrets about Baihua Palace.

From a distance, Lu Xuan saw a huge palace standing on the mountainside. The mountain forest was full of exotic flowers and plants, some of which he had never seen before.

 A dignified woman stood at the gate of the palace, looking at Lu Xuan and the others with a smile.

 “Junior Lu Xuan pays homage to Senior Baihua!”

The palace occupies a very large area and is full of flowers. There are countless exotic flowers floating inside. Various fragrances float into Lu Xuan's mouth and nose, refreshing his heart and mind and making him feel comfortable.

Lu Xuan nodded lightly and had no objection to Baihua Zhenjun sending only one incarnation to greet the three of him.

“I have been invited to attend the banquet twice, and both the guests and the host had a great time. The second time, I unexpectedly received a high-level spiritual seed from the banquet.”

“As for the Hundred Flowers True Lord, he is an early Yuanying cultivator. He is approachable and loves all kinds of exotic flowers in the world. It is said that there is a seventh-grade spiritual flower in the Baihua Palace, which has been refined into many incarnations by the palace master.”

There is an emerald green branch stuck in the black hair on the woman's head. Strange flowers bloom at one end of the branch, and petals fall down one by one, lingering around the woman's body.

 Half a day later, the three of them arrived at their destination.

 “This is an incarnation of True Lord Baihua.”

“I was lucky enough to attend it a few decades ago. The spiritual planters present were relatively peaceful and nothing unpleasant happened. Fellow Daoist Lu does not need to worry about this.”

 He followed behind the Yulin Sanren and the thin old man, and bowed respectfully.

Among the strange flowers, various vegetation and monsters can be seen everywhere. They are not afraid of the monks coming and going, and observe them curiously.

 After all, the other party is the True Monarch of Nascent Soul and the Lord of the First Palace. His status and strength are far higher than his own. To have an incarnation come to greet him, the etiquette is already in place.

The thin old man sent a message to Lu Xuan and the others.

Yulin Sanren pondered for a moment and said softly.

 The old man stroked his long white beard and said with a smile.

“By the way, Fellow Taoist Yulin, Fellow Daoist Liang, Lu is invited to attend the Hundred Flowers Banquet for the first time. Is there anything I need to pay attention to?”

 “Welcome three Taoist friends to come and participate in the Hundred Flowers Banquet. Please invite me soon.”

 The dignified woman smiled brightly and spoke enthusiastically.

“This must be Fellow Taoist Lu Xuanlu. He entered the Hailou Chamber of Commerce as a spiritual planter and became the guest minister of the Chamber of Commerce.”

As Lu Xuan passed by, the dignified woman suddenly spoke out.

 “It’s just me, I’m just lucky enough to be valued by the Chamber of Commerce.”

Lu Xuan nodded slightly and said modestly.

 “Fellow Daoist Lu is too self-effacing.”

“You’ll have to taste the spirit fruit spirit brew in the Palace of Flowers later.”

 “Thank you, Senior Baihua.”

Lu Xuan quickly expressed his gratitude and entered a vast garden under the guidance of a plant spirit.

 In the garden, there were already no less than twenty Master Jiedan, either alone or in groups. Disciples from Baihua Palace were constantly shuttling in and out, serving the many Masters Jiedan. Lu Xuan looked around. There was a rich fragrance in the vast garden. There were exotic flowers and plants everywhere. There were third-grade and fourth-grade spiritual plants everywhere, and there were many fifth-grade high-grade spiritual plants.

 The three of them found a place to sit down.

Soon, a strange flower elf covered in pure white flew over. The elf’s arms were extremely slender, and there was a rich vitality coming from it.

“Fellow Daoist Lu, you are here to enjoy the Hundred Flowers Banquet.”

The thin old man chuckled lightly and sent a message to Lu Xuan.

 “Welfare, what welfare?”

Lu Xuan asked curiously.

“Could it be this little flower elf with only a few ounces of meat?”

 He muttered in his mind.

Although most of the white flower elf flying over was naked, with only a few key places covered by emerald green leaves, he felt calm as he looked at it.

“This flower elf has a very high status in the Palace of Flowers, it can be said that it is only lower than the owner of the Palace of Flowers.”

“Every monk who comes to participate in the Hundred Flowers Feast can get a treasure called Hundred Flowers Nectar from its hands.”

“Hundred-flower nectar has a wonderful taste, can nourish the body and soul, and is even of great benefit to Master Jie Dan. If the quantity is large enough, its value will not be lower than that of a fifth-grade elixir.”

“It’s just that this flower elf has a weird and willful temperament, and the amount of nectar it pours to the monks is entirely determined by its mood.”

 “In short, it depends on the fate with it.”

In an instant, Liang Yong introduced the white flower elf to Lu Xuan.

The flower elf took the lead and flew in front of Liang Yong. A green cup floated in front of the old man. Then his slender arms dropped and a stream of thick spiritual liquid poured out from his fingertips.

The spiritual liquid is golden yellow in color and has a fragrant fragrance that makes the pores all over the body open when you smell it.

 In the expectant eyes of the thin old man, the spiritual liquid slowly rose in the green cup and stopped after reaching one-third of the height.

“Hey, it’s already more than the previous two times. I remember when I came here for the first time, there was only the bottom of the cup.”

Liang Yong smiled and laughed at himself.

The flower elf looked at Yulin Sanren, and the same green cup flew out, and then golden nectar slowly flowed out from his slender arms.

Yulin Sanren was smiling. When the flower elf retracted his arm, nearly half of the nectar was already in the green cup.

 “It seems that I have a good relationship with this flower elf.”

The white flower elf glanced at Lu Xuan, tilted his head, and showed a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

“Maybe it’s my first time here, so it’s a bit unfamiliar.”

 Lu Xuan found himself a decent excuse.

“Don’t worry, fellow Daoist Lu, there will definitely be honey from hundreds of flowers.”

 The thin old man couldn't bear to drink such a spiritual brew immediately, so he shook the golden spiritual liquid in the cup and said comfortingly.

The flower elf paused, and the same green cup flew in front of Lu Xuan.

 The golden spiritual liquid poured out from the slender arms and flowed into the cup.

“Not bad, it’s already more than what I paid for the first time I came here.”

The thin old man said with a smile.

 Soon, his smile froze.

I saw more and more nectar in Lu Xuan's cup. After a few breaths, it exceeded one-third, then half, and even the flow rate did not slow down.

When they were more than halfway through, the old man and Yulin Sanren had expressions full of surprise. As the amount of honey from the flowers continued to increase, their expressions of surprise became more and more intense.

 “Full, full!”

 “It’s almost overflowing!”

Lu Xuan reminded from the side.

 (End of this chapter)