Chapter 253
“Right now, our strength is so weak that we can't even step into the Yao Pool,” Duan Feng suddenly chuckled, a short and bitter laugh. “To put it bluntly, we can't even leave the Old Ancestor's little world…”
“Why bother? Isn’t it better to accept the fact that we’re just a bunch of useless fools?”
Zhen He spoke calmly, his voice cold, but his eyes were dim, lacking the usual spark and sharpness.
A gust of wind blew by.
The soft sound of boots meeting the ground echoed.
Only then did everyone realize that a figure was standing before them.
Looking up, they were taken aback to see Old Ancestor Chen Huai'an.
“Old Ancestor, what brings you here?” Xu An was momentarily stunned, then forced a bitter smile. “Didn’t the Sect Master say no one is allowed to visit us three useless ones...?”
“Su Qinian? What’s he worth?!” Chen Huai'an clasped his hands behind his back, sneering. “Who’s more important, the Sect Master or me? What’s wrong with me coming to see you? Does he dare to shout at me or draw his sword against me? Huh?”
The three disciples exchanged glances.
Indeed, he couldn’t.
Sect Master Su was merely at the peak of the Transformation stage; even if he were at the Integration stage, he wouldn’t be a match for the Old Ancestor, who was at the fifth level of the Void realm.
They felt a pang of envy.
This was the authority that came with strength.
If they had power far beyond the Yao Pool, would the Yao Pool dare to capture their senior sister?
“Old Ancestor, our strength is pitiful, and we can’t save our senior sister. If you’re willing to help, I, Zhen He, am willing to serve you like a cow or a horse!” Zhen He knelt down, nearly collapsing, his forehead striking the cold stone floor with a dull thud.
“Enough, I don’t need any cows or horses.” Chen Huai'an waved his hand, lifting Zhen He up, shaking his head. “Yue girl won’t be in trouble for a while. The Yao Pool needs her Five Spirits Absolute Body and the top-grade or even immortal-grade Hunyuan Repairing Heaven Pill. The missing Xuan Water spiritual root is hard to find, and those pills aren’t easy to refine.”
Zhen He urged, “But what if…”
“There’s no ‘what if.’” Chen Huai'an’s expression turned serious. “I won’t let any ‘what if’ happen!”
Every day, his first task was to deduce whether any new Xuan Water spiritual roots had appeared.
Once they did, he would act immediately, determined to snatch the roots into his little world before the Yao Pool could.
“Then Old Ancestor, are we just going to stand here and do nothing?” Xu An looked up at Chen Huai'an, his eyes dry and reddened, like embers after a fire.
He was searching for an answer.
Or perhaps a strength to keep him from collapsing to the ground.
“All you need to do is focus on your cultivation.”
Chen Huai'an turned to gaze at the dark sky, his cold voice drifting slowly:
“Because one day, I will lead you to strike at the Holy Land.
When that time comes, don’t let your fists be too weak, or you’ll be left picking up your teeth after being beaten by the disciples of the Yao Pool!”
Strike at the Holy Land.
Xu An trembled.
The embers in his eyes ignited into flames, his clenched fists turning white.
Suddenly, he banged his head against the ground, shouting, “I implore you, Old Ancestor, help me!”
Zhen He and Duan Feng also knelt, bowing their heads. “We implore you, Old Ancestor, help us!”
Chen Huai'an smiled; he saw the fighting spirit rekindled in the eyes of his three disciples.
“You are my disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and as your Old Ancestor, I will naturally help!”
“Xu An, originally a third-grade dantian with a single gold spiritual root. Now that your dantian has recovered, I grant you a Shuo Jin spiritual root and a set of sword bones. Your spiritual essence body… you will reclaim it yourself in the future!”
“Zhen He, originally a fourth-grade dantian with a single fire spiritual root. I grant you a true fire spiritual root and a set of sword bones. Your innate sword body, you will reclaim it yourself!”
“Duan Feng, originally a third-grade dantian with a single earth spiritual root. I grant you a Hou Tu spiritual root and a set of sword bones. Your red heart essence body, you will reclaim it yourself as well!”
Chen Huai'an placed his hand, glowing with golden light, on the heads of his three disciples.
Clang—!
The autumn wind was desolate, and the myriad flying swords in the Sword Tomb trembled in unison.
The spirits of the Sword Pavilion bore witness to this moment.
The immortal touches my head, granting me longevity.
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Chapter 271: A Splash of Water
When Chen Huai'an emerged from the Sword Tomb, he spotted a sneaky figure glancing around, trying to sneak into the Sword Tomb.
He flashed forward and kicked.
The figure let out a scream, nearly tumbling off the flying sword.
“Oh, it’s you, Old Ancestor! I thought someone was attacking me…”
Su Qinian scratched his head, the anger from being ambushed dissipating, his eyes suddenly clear.
“Su Sect Master, you’re quite impressive,” Chen Huai'an said sarcastically, mimicking his tone. “Without my permission, no one is allowed to leave the Sword Tomb. Without my permission, no one is allowed to visit… Tsk tsk, so what brings you to the Sword Tomb? Gardening?”
Su Qinian felt even more embarrassed, his face turning redder against his graying beard.
Not daring to lose his temper at the Old Ancestor, he could only stammer, “Ah, Old Ancestor, I was just speaking out of anger. They’re all my Sword Pavilion disciples, of course, I care about them. I just came to check on their situation…”
Just then, they heard several sounds of flying swords whizzing by.
Four even sneakier figures darted through the clouds, and upon seeing Chen Huai'an and Su Qinian, they froze for a moment, then turned to flee. But Su Qinian, with a dark expression, called out, “You’ve already been seen! Four Elders, where are you running off to? Do you think the Old Ancestor and I will eat you?!”
The Elders from various peaks awkwardly descended, standing properly before Su Qinian and Chen Huai'an.
“Well, Sect Master, we just thought the scenery in this little world was beautiful, so we were wandering around. We definitely had no other intentions.”
“Hahaha, that’s right! Elder Wang is absolutely right; the scenery is indeed beautiful!”
“Ah, it’s been a long time since I’ve been out. It’s wonderful, truly wonderful!”
The four Elders covered for each other.
Su Qinian looked around, and outside the mountain where the Sword Pavilion was located lay a desolate wasteland, not a single tree in sight.
Is this what you call beautiful scenery?
That’s not how you describe it.
“Keep talking nonsense! This godforsaken place…” Su Qinian’s words were abruptly cut off.
Chen Huai'an shot him a sidelong glance. “What? Go on.”
“Ah, hahaha, Old Ancestor, you know what I mean! I meant to say… I meant to say that even the birds wouldn’t dare to poop here; they all respect you!” Su Qinian’s face was flushed, and it took him a while to seem to recover.
But anyone with eyes could tell.
His recovery was equivalent to not recovering at all.
“Enough, I know it’s desolate here, but…” Chen Huai'an pointed to the sky.
Boom—!
The heavens shook, and the clouds parted.
A torrent of spiritual energy cascaded down like a waterfall from the crack in the sky, washing over the wasteland, causing grass and trees to grow wildly on the barren land, transforming it into a lush green expanse in no time.
Intermediate spiritual energy module, 1.5 billion, purchased outright.
It was expensive, but a one-time investment that raised the spiritual energy density of the entire little world to the level of the original Sword Pavilion’s Luoxia Peak, even more abundant than it had ever been.
Too bad the main body couldn’t be brought in.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be wonderful to cultivate here?
“Spiritual energy! Such rich spiritual energy!” Su Qinian was dumbfounded.
The little world of a Void realm expert could indeed condense spiritual energy.
But it wasn’t like the Old Ancestor could condense it this way, right?
That was a massive project built up bit by bit.
It required gathering many heavenly materials and earthly treasures to stuff into the little world.
Only then could spiritual energy gradually be nurtured.
Unlike the Old Ancestor, who just pointed at the sky, and the spiritual energy came pouring in?
“No, this won’t do.” Chen Huai'an shook his head as he looked around.
The Sword Pavilion was now following him; if things didn’t change, how could that be acceptable? They couldn’t buy the advanced module, but wasn’t there still a spiritual vein?
“Old Ancestor, I think this is already quite good.” Su Qinian’s spirits were lifted. The spiritual energy density that used to require infusing from other peaks to Luoxia Peak was now covering the entire Sword Pavilion.
If this wasn’t enough, what else could be?
Seeing the Old Ancestor silent, merely pointing to the sky.
Boom—!
The ground trembled again, and more spiritual energy surged forth.
This time, it wasn’t from the sky but from underground.
Crack, crack—!
Su Qinian and the Elders stared in shock at their feet, where crystal-clear spiritual stones were bursting forth from the ground! The spiritual stones in the Sword Pavilion had long been mined out; how could new veins sprout up in such a short time?
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