Chapter 147 - Arc 11: The Sects Grand Competition | Chapter 147: Return

Chapter 147 - Arc 11: The Sect's Grand Competition | Chapter 147: Return

Translator: Lynn

The voice that broke the argument was both clear and melodious, causing the two disputing parties to fall into momentary silence.

Wan Chengke immediately recognized that it was the senior he had been waiting for inside and couldn’t help but feel flustered. His earlier attempt to assert himself during the dispute now seemed ill-advised, and he regretted not conceding earlier. He knew he had to win the favor of this senior to avoid potential repercussions. Panicking inwardly, Wan Chengke quickly composed himself, sporting a broad smile, and said, “Senior, why have you come? I was just about to retrieve the ‘Fuwen Tongfa,’ but I was a tad too late. Please don’t hold it against me, senior.”

Xu Ziqing nodded in acknowledgment and then turned his attention to the other individual.

Before him stood a slightly plump young man with round cheeks and narrow, squinting eyes—a rather commonplace appearance. Upon seeing Xu Ziqing, he immediately deduced his seniority. Although he was still unwilling to let go of the ‘Fuwen Tongfa,’ he could only mutter quietly, “Junior Ying Peng pays respects to the senior.”

Ying Peng was clearly concerned about this matter. He had only just learned that others were interested in the ‘Fuwen Tongfa,’ but he himself couldn’t bear to part with it.

It was worth noting that the way of talismans encompassed a wide range of knowledge and was often too vast to be recorded using spiritual consciousness alone; it had to be written down. If a talisman master wasn’t well-versed in runes, they couldn’t comprehensively transcribe the contents. Hence, the author of the ‘Fuwen Tongfa’ must have been a master well-acquainted with these runes. The cultivation level of this master was a mystery, but the remaining runes were undoubtedly their handiwork—a treasure in itself. Furthermore, since it was written by hand, it inevitably bore traces of the talisman master’s understanding of the way of talismans. Possessing this comprehensive method would greatly expedite one’s mastery of the art. This explained why it commanded such a high price in merit points.

Xu Ziqing didn’t say much and turned his attention back to Wan Chengke. He inquired, “Can you secure this comprehensive method?”

Wan Chengke responded with a smile, “Senior, rest assured, I’ve reached an agreement with the manager. As long as you follow me to the manager’s office and have your identity verified, the steward will present the Fuwen ‘Tongfa’ to you personally.” Concerned that Xu Ziqing might misunderstand, he added, “The ‘Fuwen Tongfa’ is incredibly valuable, and as a junior, I can’t simply hand it over without proper procedures. I hope you understand, senior.”

Xu Ziqing inwardly sighed, realizing that this was reasonable. Wan Chengke, as a mere servant working in the Tiangong Pavilion, couldn’t casually hand over such a precious common method. He nodded and said, “Very well, lead the way to the steward then.”

With Wan Chengke leading the way, Xu Ziqing left contentedly. Meanwhile, Ying Peng, with a resentful gaze directed at Wan Chengke, departed disappointedly, realizing that he had missed out on this opportunity. Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

The subsequent transactions proceeded smoothly. Xu Ziqing promptly set aside 500,000 credit points and exchanged them for the “Fuwen Tongfa,” which he carefully stored in his storage ring to avoid any mishaps. In addition, he acquired two hundred low-grade talismans, fifty middle-grade talismans, and ten high-grade talismans to study the basic spirit patterns. This cost him tens of thousands of credit points but proved essential for his studies.

Wan Chengke was reluctant to see Xu Ziqing leave and hoped for his return multiple times to bolster his earnings.

Once Xu Ziqing left the Tiangong Pavilion, he headed straight back to Xiaolu Peak. The mountain was not protected by a formidable barrier; the only checkpoint was Yun Lie’s sword intent.

Remarkably, Xu Ziqing was not met with any resistance from the sword intent as he entered the peak.

As he ascended the mountain, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. The lower half of Xiaolu Peak remained barren, but from the mountainside upwards, it was adorned with vibrant greenery. Each plant was personally planted, and every inch of fertile soil was meticulously nurtured by Xu Ziqing.

Upon reaching the mountaintop, he encountered an unrelenting frigid killing intent enveloping the entire peak, manifesting as patches of murderous frost and clusters of ice flowers. It was both captivating and chilling.

Finally, Xu Ziqing arrived at the base of the mountain, standing before the cave.

This cave had been Yun Lie’s own creation but had since become Xu Ziqing’s dwelling.

Just as he approached, a sudden gust of wind swept toward him.

The world seemed to whirl as sand and rocks filled the air, signifying a significant battle was taking place.

Chonghua responded with enthusiastic nods, his eagle eyes gleaming with joy.

With soft eyes, Xu Ziqing followed his instincts and leaped onto Chonghua’s back. Although Chonghua’s size was smaller compared to fully mature birds, his back was sufficiently broad to comfortably accommodate Xu Ziqing’s modest frame.

As Xu Ziqing settled cross-legged on Chonghua’s back, the eagle spread its wings and soared into the sky, quickly becoming a small black dot on the horizon.

This wasn’t Xu Ziqing’s first time riding a bird, but the experience felt distinctly different from previous occasions. As he pressed his legs against Chonghua’s warm back, it almost felt as though he could sense the blood coursing beneath the feathers. Their connection as a master and his beast was profound, and soaring through the skies together made Xu Ziqing feel as if their souls were intertwined.

He could intuitively communicate his desires, and Chonghua would respond without fail, ensuring flawless cooperation regardless of the destination or circumstances.

Chonghua soared through the air with breathtaking speed, displaying a hint of playfulness as if melding seamlessly with the wind. The nuances of the wind caressing his feathers were discernible even to Xu Ziqing.

At this moment, Xu Ziqing felt as though he had melded into Chonghua’s being. Chonghua’s senses became his, and each of the eagle’s muscular movements felt as if they were his own, resulting in a liberating sensation. The pair flew together, almost exuberantly, dancing through the sky for an extended and joyous stretch.

Eventually, Chonghua began to tire from their exhilarating flight, and Xu Ziqing returned to his senses.

With a simple thought, Chonghua possessed him, guiding them toward their intended destination—the peak.

They reached the summit of Xiaolu Peak.

The atmosphere here was shrouded in an aura of relentless determination, a palpable manifestation of ruthless intent. Numerous murderous thoughts crystallized into frosty blossoms, adorning the bare mountain walls, creating an otherworldly icy landscape.

The mountain was etched with several deep sword marks, not randomly placed, but rather imbued with profound wisdom.

They emanated a relentless, indomitable, and overpowering aura.

Amidst these countless sword marks sat a stern man dressed in unadorned clothing. His eyes gleamed with a divine light.

Deep within his eyes, a dark longsword loomed, exuding an irresistible sense of peril.

He was in the process of refining his sword intent, tirelessly honing his sword heart.

Suddenly, a piercing sound from the sky shattered his meditative focus.

The man lifted his head and observed a majestic eagle approaching rapidly. Its wings spanned the heavens, casting a shadow over the landscape. On the eagle’s back, a young man in a blue brocade robe descended gracefully, a warm smile adorning his face.

“Yun Shixiong, I’ve returned!” the young man exclaimed.

Yun Lie raised his head and nodded in acknowledgment.

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