Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 556 - 356 What Virtue and Ability_2

“Alright, alright. Old Daoist admits that he’s afraid of you, kid. Stop running!”

“Senior, what do you want?”

By this time, Zhao Sheng’s voice was incredibly hoarse; with his flesh clinging to his bones, he had slimmed to the point of being unrecognizable.

“It’s not about what I want, it’s what you, kid, have in mind?” Que Yue said helplessly.

“I want to leave. Will Senior let me go?” After saying this, Zhao Sheng licked his lips and then twisted his neck, causing a series of crisp pops from his joints.

Daoist Que Yue frowned slightly, clearly struggling as he shook his head – he couldn’t possibly let the person before him leave so easily.

“Then there’s nothing more to discuss. I affirm one last time that Instantaneous Movement is my talent, and nobody can take it away.”

Daoist Que Yue looked at the other’s confident demeanor, and could hardly stop himself from saying, “Alive, no one can manage that, but what if you were dead? What if your Divine Soul were extracted and refined into a soul puppet?”

Such thoughts crossed Daoist Que Yue’s mind, yet he did not voice them aloud.

Because he was not the least bit certain—if the Divine Soul was extracted but the art of Instantaneous Movement failed to be recreated, what then?

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It would amount to a complete waste of efforts, which was not what he wanted.

Seeing the determined expression on the other’s face, Que Yue was indecisive.

However, in the following instant, an idea sparked in his mind.

Daoist Que Yue’s face broke into a smile as he suddenly asked, “Kid, do you want to become Taoist Que Yue’s disciple?”

“…” Zhao Sheng, upon hearing this, wore a face full of question marks.

…

In recent days, an astonishing piece of news spread rapidly among the higher echelons of the Cultivation World of Diancang Province.

The few who were well-informed even managed to discover the identity and background of the fortunate one.

More than a century later, Que Yue, the Great Priest, had taken on a disciple again, and this disciple’s identity was shrouded in secrecy, clearly not affiliated with any of the clan descendants of Diancang Province.

Only the Gu, Wu, and Fang families of Chu State City were slightly privy to the details. Gu Yu, Wu Yifan, and others were already green with envy and bursting with jealousy.

What merits did this unknown Master Wuying possess to be accepted into the tutelage of Que Yue, the Great Priest?

Even though this person had reached the realm of Foundation Establishment Perfection, within Diancang Province, there was an abundance of Late-stage Golden Core Main Priests eager to become disciples of the Great Priest, rendering Foundation Establishment insignificant!

“I was such a fool. If I had made good relations with Senior Wuying back then…” Wu Yifan was filled with envy and regret and immediately wished he had.

“I was so stupid. Master Wuying was once a Guest Elder of our family, but if only he hadn’t left so suddenly back then, how wonderful it would have been…” Gu Yu was disheveled, looking at the red-eyed elders around him while filled with remorse.

“I truly…no, give the order immediately, print copies of ‘Eastern Travel Record’ in full force and promote it vigorously. Fang Xing, pay a visit to the City Governor’s Mansion right away and try to persuade Deng Jingyuan to revoke the ban on the book.”

“As you command, Family Head!”

As the Fang Family tried to curry favor with Zhao Sheng, the ruling tycoons of the Gu and Wu families also quickly came to their senses.

Though they couldn’t meet the person in question for the time being, it was pivotal to express goodwill through indirect actions.

Thus, in just a few days, the underground circulation of “Eastern Travel Record” intensified, and beautifully packaged editions of the book appeared on the market as if by consensus.

Simultaneously, extensive quantities of “Eastern Travel Record” emerged in the markets under the twelve jurisdictions of Diancang Province.

At this time, Zhao Sheng was unbeknownst to the flattering overtures of the Gu family and other clans. Ever since he was captured by Daoist Que Yue, the Ear Reporting God seemed to have vanished without a trace.

…

Thump thump thump!

In an elegantly exquisite small courtyard, the bronze ring of the gate was suddenly rapped.

Under a peach tree in a corner of the courtyard, Zhao Sheng furrowed his brows and called out in a loud voice, “Who comes to visit? Please, come in!”

No sooner had his words fallen than the gate was gently pushed open, and a gaunt Daoist with penetrating eyes and a tall hat, holding a sword, walked into the courtyard.

“Hahaha, you must be feeling bored, Junior Brother! Your Senior Brother has come to see you.”

The slender Daoist, known by his Taoist name Zhai Kong, was the fourth disciple of Old Que Yue. Even though his cultivation was the lowest at the Late-stage Golden Core, he was also an Outer Sword Cultivator.

Incidentally, it’s worth noting that all descendants of Daoist Que Yue’s line were Sword Cultivators. He himself was an Inner Sword Nascent Soul, yet among the four disciples he had taken, apart from the eldest disciple, the other three were astonishingly all Outer Sword Cultivators.

Upon learning this, Zhao Sheng had found it exceedingly peculiar.

Zhao Sheng immediately stood up and stepped forward to greet him, “Fourth Senior Brother, please come in, quickly!”

“Cough, the environment here is too… Hm!”

Zhai Kong hadn’t finished his sentence when his gaze fell upon the ancient peach tree in the courtyard.

The peach tree was lush and laden with large spiritual peaches.

In Zhai Kong’s eyes, the peach tree was brimming with rich life force, nearly bursting its bark.

“Junior Brother, this peach tree is quite extraordinary! It seems Master holds you in great affection; even a precious tree like this, he was willing to transplant here for you.”

“You flatter me, Senior Brother. It’s merely because my constitution is too weak. Master just wants to help me recover as soon as possible.”

Zhao Sheng invited Zhai Kong to sit on a stone bench by the tree, picked up a teapot and teacup, and poured a cup of Spiritual Tea.

A cluster of red fire ignited out of thin air, and the water in the cup immediately came to a boil.

Zhai Kong looked at his junior brother’s ruddy complexion and nodded slightly.

At this moment, an ancient painting on the stone table, enshrouded in mists and with a sword peak piercing the clouds, caught Zhai Kong’s attention.

“The Cloud Peak Sword Intent Diagram!”

Zhai Kong was surprised and felt that their master paid even more attention to his newly accepted disciple.

The Cloud Peak Sword Intent Diagram was a Secret Treasure passed down through generations in their lineage, containing the Sword Intent imprints of the ancestral masters. Its lineage was even older than the Great Gu Dynasty, and he had only had the chance to observe it two or three times.

This Sword Intent Diagram was not of a lower grade than any priceless treasure and its value was immeasurable.

He had never expected that the master would be willing to bestow such a treasure upon the disciple who had just been inducted into the sect.

Once scorched by the Spiritual Fire, the Spiritual Tea in the cup immediately exuded wisps of emerald light along with a strong, unique fragrance.

“Eh, this fragrance? Junior Brother, where did you get such precious tea?”

Zhai Kong’s eyes shone with amazement, and he immediately poured himself some tea to taste, closing his eyes to savor it for a few moments, then heaving a deep sigh, “Excellent tea!”

Zhao Sheng laughed and said, “There’s no need for such fuss, Senior Brother. I still have a few taels here, I’ll give you half to take back and savor at your leisure.”

“That’s what you said, I didn’t ask for it,” Zhai Kong responded eagerly with gleaming eyes.

“Rest assured, Senior Brother, I don’t take something as minor as Spiritual Tea to heart. By the way, with the multitude of affairs you manage every day, what brings you to my place today?”

Besides being Zhao Sheng’s nominal senior brother, Zhai Kong was also the Palace Master of the Tao Reverence Palace and held a lofty and powerful position in Diancang Province, second only to the Nascent Soul Great Priest.

The Tao Reverence Palace was the most special and significant temple in Miao City. Unlike other temples that worshipped various Divine Spirits, the Tao Reverence Palace alone venerated the Heavenly Dao without a Divine Spirit’s statue.

There were countless temples in Diancang Province, but while the others were referred to as temples, only the Tao Reverence Palace was dignified as a palace, underscoring its esteemed status.

In reality, the Tao Reverence Palace was the highest institution of the Heavenly Dao Sect in Diancang Province, and Zhai Kong was the big boss managing countless temples within the province, wielding even greater authority than most Nascent Soul Great Priests.

Upon his junior brother’s query, Zhai Kong nodded and said, “Given my sensitive status, I didn’t want to cause trouble, so I chose to sneak over directly.”

Zhao Sheng praised, “Senior Brother truly possesses an exceptional heart. It seems that you are not far from the Nascent Soul!”

“Alas, a step away, yet it’s as vast as the difference between heaven and earth!”

Zhai Kong sighed, “I have made no progress in over a hundred years. I have come to see you, Junior Brother, in hopes of perhaps receiving guidance from Master.”

“Master? Why don’t you see Master directly, Senior Brother? Why…” Zhao Sheng expressed a look of confusion.