Chapter 200
In the sacred land of Yaochi, female cultivators were almost obsessed with elevating their realms and extending their lifespans, resorting to any means necessary to enhance their cultivation. They fiercely competed for spirit stones, elixirs, and magical artifacts, chasing after the various resources issued by the sacred land, and even contended for powerful partners...
Every time Yun Baiyu recalled the frenzied expressions of those female cultivators, a chill ran down her spine.
This was one of the reasons she didn’t want her daughter, Yun Suxin, to enter the Yaochi sacred land for training.
She didn’t want her daughter to become one of those crazed individuals whose minds were consumed solely by cultivation.
Now that Zhao Zhenlong was dead, she felt it was time to inquire about the Yaochi sacred land.
Although she might encounter many obstacles, she didn’t want to trouble the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion.
Chen Jianzun had used secret methods to deduce the heavenly secrets after obtaining Zhao Zhenlong's skull, and upon learning of Zhao Zhenlong's identity, he had promptly handed the skull over to her...
That alone was already a great favor.
How could she ask for more?
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**Chapter 214: Could You Repeat That?**
“What is love in this world, that makes one... makes one, uh... makes one good at touching the big thunder!”
Returning from the Lingxi Valley dojo, Chen Huai'an shook his head, feeling quite emotional.
The valley master of Lingxi Valley was such a wonderful woman—beautiful in appearance, gentle in temperament, possessing the charm of a young girl and the grace of a married woman.
Most importantly, she had a daughter who was famous on the beauty list!
And yet, that scoundrel Zhao Zhenlong was lost in the pleasures of the Yaochi sacred land?
Now look where that got him—he played himself to death, didn’t he?
Good riddance!
Chen Huai'an spat, finding a comfortable position to lie back on the Sacred Xuan Dragon Chair.
He could roughly guess how Zhao Zhenlong had met his end.
In a sacred land, which was a higher existence than a sect, the cultivation environment must be incredibly competitive. Zhao Zhenlong, with his strong talent, might have been a hot commodity when he first entered, but as more talented cultivators arrived at Yaochi, he gradually became insignificant. Perhaps he was kicked aside by a female cultivator of Yaochi, too embarrassed to return to Lingxi Valley, and ended up wandering around, only to fall victim to that old witch, Ling Pu!
With this line of reasoning, Chen Huai'an gave himself a perfect score.
Full marks: 10 out of 10.
“Is there anything good in the heavenly secrets that can let me know about Qingran's safety at any time in the real world?”
Half a day had already passed.
Chen Huai'an was starving and ready to log off for a meal.
He also wanted to check if there was any news from the headquarters of the Demon-Slaying Department.
But since Li Qingran was still in the secret realm, he didn’t feel comfortable logging off just yet.
[Calculating heavenly secrets... Calculation complete. This is the fifth calculation today, deducting 100,000¥]
[Option 1: In the new Koi Prize Pool, you have a chance to win the supreme golden reward—The Soul Lamp of Destiny. The color of the lamp can indicate the status of your electronic girlfriend, Li Qingran: green for safe, yellow for injured, red for severely injured, black for near death, and a shattered lamp for death.]
[Option 2: The sect master of Shaoyang Sect possesses a magical artifact called the Yang Soul Mirror. This mirror, when paired with a personal item of Li Qingran, can reveal her basic condition.]
Chen Huai'an squinted, his fingers rubbing the hilt of the Black Scale Sword.
The Sword Pavilion also had soul lamps, but they were not very intelligent; if the lamp was lit, the person was alive, and if it went out, they were dead—not as specific as the one from the Koi Prize Pool.
The second Koi Prize Pool had already increased in price with Li Qingran's rising realm.
Previously, it cost 100 yuan to draw once; now it was 999 yuan.
Given his current luck deficit, he would need to draw at least a thousand times to hit the jackpot, which meant a whopping 1 million!
Moreover, based on the description provided by the game, the artifact in the hands of the Shaoyang Sect master seemed to be even more effective?
However, acquiring this artifact would inevitably create some conflict with the Shaoyang Sect master.
“Should I be a non-entity or a bandit? That’s a question worth pondering.”
Chen Huai'an thought to himself, what if Zhang Tinghai, the sect master of Shaoyang, was unhappy? Could that compare to a million?
A million would be enough for him to use his perfected Divine Transformation cultivation to execute all ten forms of the Qinglian Sword Classic.
At that point, he could take down as many Shaoyang sect masters as he wanted!
With that thought, Chen Huai'an flew directly toward the mountain where the Shaoyang Sect was temporarily based.
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“What do you want?”
On the mountain of Shaoyang Sect, Zhang Tinghai looked at the figure before him, dressed in dark robes, smiling yet exuding a pressure that pinned all the Shaoyang disciples to the ground, unable to move. His expression turned serious.
“Daoist Zhang, I’ve heard you possess a magical artifact called the Yang Soul Mirror, is that correct?”
“Yes, I do.” Zhang Tinghai nodded, unsure of what this Sword Pavilion ancestor was up to.
Chen Huai'an’s smile grew warmer, revealing two rows of bright white teeth: “I have a connection with this item.”
“What?” Zhang Tinghai was momentarily taken aback, unable to process the information.
“I calculated and found that I have a connection with this item, so I came to fulfill a cause and effect.”
Zhang Tinghai stared blankly at Chen Huai'an.
He thought to himself, this Sword Pavilion ancestor isn’t bald, doesn’t have any scars on his head, and there’s no Buddha light shining behind him...
Why does he speak like a Zen master with a nasty tumor?
“You want my Yang Soul Mirror, right? Not a chance!” Zhang Tinghai snorted coldly, refusing outright.
He had just taken over the Sword Pavilion’s dojo, and this ancestor had directly cleaved the dojo in half, showing no respect. Now he had his eyes on his Yang Soul Mirror?
If he gave the Yang Soul Mirror to Chen Huai'an, how would he keep an eye on his son in the secret realm?
Chen Huai'an smiled silently, quietly raising his realm to the peak of the Integration stage.
Boom—!
The mountaintop shattered, rocks and dust flying as the mountain where the Shaoyang Sect resided split into several pieces.
“Could you repeat that?”
Zhang Tinghai knelt on the ground, his face pale, his long robe soaked with cold sweat. The next moment, he felt an invisible force tearing at every vertebra in his spine, cracking ominously. He was lifted three inches off the ground, his feet dangling, yet he dared not move, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying.
“Elder, I... I also feel the connection between the Yang Soul Mirror and you!”
“Hmm.” Chen Huai'an nodded, gradually retracting his aura. “Well said, continue.”
Zhang Tinghai’s feet returned to the ground, feeling weak, but he didn’t dare waste a second in presenting the Yang Soul Mirror with both hands.
“It’s my duty to fulfill a cause and effect for the elder. Please, don’t hesitate.”
Chen Huai'an took the Yang Soul Mirror, squinting: “Is there anyone threatening you today?”
“No!” Zhang Tinghai hurriedly shook his head. “Absolutely not! Everything I did today was entirely voluntary.”
“Hmm, good.” Chen Huai'an stored the Yang Soul Mirror in his player’s backpack, tapping Zhang Tinghai’s shoulder three times: “If your Shaoyang Sect encounters any trouble in the future, just mention my name. Within my capabilities, I can help your sect through one calamity.”
To Chen Huai'an, this was simply a case of getting something for nothing, painting a grand picture.
But upon hearing this, Zhang Tinghai was overjoyed.
A favor from someone at the peak of the Integration stage!
This Sword Pavilion ancestor was truly generous; although he had taken... ah, no, fulfilled a connection with his Yang Soul Mirror, he also promised to grant a favor.
This level of power was equivalent to giving the Shaoyang Sect a death-free pass!
As long as the sacred land didn’t intervene, no other sect would dare to cause trouble for the Shaoyang Sect. Who could stand against a peak Integration stage sword cultivator?
With this layer of protection, the Shaoyang Sect could develop in peace.
As for what to do if his son was lost?
The Yang Soul Mirror could only observe; it couldn’t save him, and merely watching would only lead to anxiety.
Besides, if he was gone, he was gone; if he was gone, he could be reborn.
However, it seemed this Sword Pavilion ancestor hadn’t mentioned his name...
Zhang Tinghai stared blankly at Chen Huai'an’s retreating figure.
“Wait a minute!” He slapped his thigh, realizing.
A powerful figure at the peak of the Integration stage must have deep intentions behind everything they did.
Just now, the Sword Pavilion ancestor had tapped his shoulder three times.
It was said that the Sword Pavilion’s old monsters liked to use a sword followed by a number as their elegant title.
So... could it be that this Sword Pavilion ancestor was called—Sword Old Three!
Zhang Tinghai bowed deeply to the distant black dot in the sky, tears of gratitude in his eyes.
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“Are the people of Cangyun Realm all a bit off their rockers?”
Chen Huai'an stood on his flying sword, shaking his head and sighing.
He had merely drawn a picture and hadn’t even mentioned his name, yet Zhang Tinghai was so grateful...
As cultivators, they should be quite intelligent.
Why were they all acting so foolish?
Getting sold and still counting the money for him?
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