Chapter 351: Penglai Immortal Isle

Penglai Immortal Isle was located on the reverse side of the Nine Provinces Continent, surrounded by sea on all sides—a rare human settlement amidst the four seas. 

Day and night were inverted on the reverse side of the continent. When it was daytime on the front side, night would fall on the reverse side. 

Every time Jiang Li heard this common knowledge, he couldn’t help recalling the geocentric theory from his past life—the belief that their planet was the center of the universe with the sun revolving around it. 

Later, this was disproven. 

But in the Nine Provinces world, the geocentric theory held true. 

Among the stars, the sun and moon reigned supreme, yet they themselves revered the Nine Provinces Continent. All celestial bodies orbited around this land, making it the undisputed center of the universe. 

Legend said the continent wasn’t originally at the center. An immortal ancestor with obsessive tendencies thought the middle position looked better, so they pushed the entire continent to the center. 

However, this tale was so ancient even Immortal Elder Changcun couldn’t verify its authenticity. 

Of course, moving an entire continent was trivial matter Jiang Li could accomplish too. 

“This is the flying ship? Quite ingeniously built.” The Mortal World Celestial, her face veiled in black gauze revealing only lively eyes, leaned curiously against the railing to gaze at the clouds and vast ocean beneath. 

This was only her second time traveling outside. Everything in the Nine Provinces fascinated her, worthy of experiencing firsthand—including this vessel transporting low-level cultivators. 

A blue landmass slowly emerged from the water, mist swirling around it as it grew larger until its edges disappeared beyond the horizon. 

Wuuuu—

The blue land emitted a clear, resonant sound, revealing an enormous tail. 

This wasn’t land at all, but a colossal Kun fish. 

“Look! Isn’t that a Kun?” The Mortal World Celestial bounced excitedly, recognizing the creature from the “Illustrated Guide to Immortal Beasts.” 

She wasn’t alone—other female cultivators aboard who’d never visited the four seas clustered along the railings to witness the spectacle. 

Blending among these junior cultivators, the Mortal World Celestial fit right in. 

“Can’t our ancestor behave more dignified?” Holy Maiden Jingxin sighed, seeing too much of her younger self in the excitable immortal. 

“The Mortal World Celestial remains as cheerfully naive as ever,” Jiang Li remarked with amusement. The ship was bound for Penglai Immortal Isle with an all-female passenger list, so he’d discreetly followed Holy Maiden Jingxin while invisible to avoid attention. 

Holy Maiden Jingxin subtly closed half a step’s distance between them, a faint happy smile touching her lips. 

“They say Penglai disciples cultivate with exceptional diligence—practicing while we sleep. Truly worthy of being one of the Six Great Sects,” one cultivator commented, drawing admiring sighs from others. 

Jiang Li mentally scoffed—of course they’d be awake, since nighttime here was daytime for Penglai. 

“I heard Isle Master Mo Ruoyu was once married, but her husband died soon after.” 

“I saw Isle Master Mo at the Dao Sect’s treasure appraisal conference—so beautiful even women fall for her! Many cultivators harbor secret affections.” 

“Yet she shows no mercy rejecting suitors. Some say she has a husband-killing aura. Maybe that’s why she never remarried.” 

Jiang Li endured endless gossip until the ship finally arrived. 

During the journey, the Mortal World Celestial witnessed countless wonders: the Kun transforming into a Peng soaring across skies, shrimp soldiers and crab generals conducting naval drills, poor Li Er being chased by his wives, dragon princes flaunting their wealth… 

Penglai maintained equal numbers of male and female cultivators, but Isle Master Mo’s strong personality tilted the balance slightly in favor of female disciples. 

The clearest manifestation was during the Shangsi Festival—all male disciples were invited to the Dragon Palace. 

Perpetual mist enveloped Penglai Immortal Isle, with only disciples knowing safe passage. Trespassers would wander lost forever in the fog—actually the sect’s protective grand formation. 

Upon disembarking, Penglai disciples verified everyone’s gender—past incidents involved men disguising themselves to infiltrate the festival. 

Those caught had their identities publicly exposed across the Nine Provinces as lechers. 

“Holy Maiden Jingxin?” The inspecting disciple gasped softly upon receiving her invitation. Fellow passengers gaped—none expected such an esteemed figure traveling by common transport. 

“And your companion is…?” The disciple eyed the heavily veiled figure curiously, mesmerized by those captivating eyes. 

“She’s shy and can’t reveal herself. Please understand.” Holy Maiden Jingxin couldn’t risk exposing her ancestor’s identity—it would cause pandemonium. 

Judging by the disciples’ reactions, their ancestor’s eyes alone proved dangerously alluring—even to other women. 

Holy Maiden Jingxin’s pure reputation held weight—no one suspected she’d bring a man to the festival. 

Invisible Jiang Li followed silently behind. 

Entering Penglai, cultivators gasped—spiritual energy here surpassed even their sects’ finest cultivation caves. 

Priceless spiritual plants flourished everywhere—a single glance revealed over a dozen varieties capable of directly boosting cultivation. 

Yet the Mortal World Celestial showed no interest—the Red Dust Pure Land possessed equal or better resources. 

“Penglai remains unchanged.” Jiang Li smiled nostalgically. He’d visited multiple times—this scenery was intimately familiar. 

During his Divine Transformation stage, Jiang Li once suffered cultivation deviation—losing all power while severely injured, adrift in the East Sea, easy prey for passing sea tribes. 

By chance, Isle Master Mo discovered and brought him to Penglai. After two months recovering, he’d expressed gratitude before leaving. 

After becoming Human Sovereign, Jiang Li frequently returned to share cultivation insights, repaying his life debt. 

As a top-tier female cultivator, Holy Maiden Jingxin inspired many—like Song Ying (who’d modeled her Mystic Realm avatar after her). 

Compared to the domineering Empress Yu Yin who ruled an empire, female cultivators preferred the pure-hearted Holy Maiden. 

Thus her arrival caused a sensation. 

Out of respect, the crowd didn’t swarm her—but formed a large moving perimeter that made Holy Maiden Jingxin uncomfortable. 

“Why this commotion?” A calm voice dispersed the crowd as Yu Yin approached in casual attire instead of imperial robes, golden eyeshadow accenting her gaze. 

Despite the informal dress, her imperial majesty remained undiminished—if anything, more profoundly intimidating. 

Without unleashing cultivation pressure, her mere aura scattered the onlookers. 

“Thank you for intervening, Your Majesty.” 

“We may not interact often, but we’re acquainted. ‘Yu Yin’ suffices.”