Free Web NovelChapter 259: Chapter 258: Little Demon Venerable
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A violent sound erupted in everyone’s ears. Although the surrounding tables were unharmed, the food and plates on them exploded, some shattering into dust, others flying in all directions.
"PFFT!"
Li Zhouyu’s body shot backward as he violently spat out a mouthful of red blood like a crimson arrow.
"Incredible, just incredible!"
"Someone at the Refining Spirit Seventh Layer Heaven defeated a Refining Spirit Ninth Layer Heaven expert! Just who is this kid?"
"He’s from the Celestial Martial Country. His companion just said so, he’s from the Celestial Martial Country."
"Celestial Martial Country? Is that even a nation under our Celestial Profound Sect?"
"It’s probably just too remote. It’s normal that we haven’t heard of it."
Everyone wore expressions of shock. In front of such a large crowd, Wen Qingye had used his Refining Spirit Seventh Layer Heaven cultivation to defeat Li Zhouyu of the Refining Spirit Ninth Layer Heaven. This was more than enough to prove how formidable Wen Qingye was.
Li Zhouyu casually wiped the blood from his mouth with the corner of his sleeve. He glared at Wen Qingye with resentment, his voice turning hoarse. "What’s your name?"
"Wen Qingye of the Celestial Martial Country." Wen Qingye didn’t shy away, stating his name directly.
Hearing Wen Qingye state his name, Li Zhouyu gave a savage grin. "Just you wait. My cousin is from the Luochun Dynasty. You just wait for my revenge!"
The Luocheng Ancient Country! One of the Four Great Ancient Countries under the Celestial Profound Sect! When they heard Li Zhouyu’s words, the crowd erupted into an uproar.
"The Luocheng Ancient Country, one of the Four Great Ancient Countries. I didn’t expect this kid to have connections there." frёeωebɳovel.com
"Tsk, tsk. Looks like this kid from the Celestial Martial Country is in for some trouble."
"The Luocheng Ancient Country had seventeen people become Core Disciples this year. And I’ve heard that people from the Luochun Dynasty are extremely protective of their own and incredibly arrogant. Sigh, what a pity for a genius from such a small country. Who knows how many years it took to produce someone like him."
"I think the Luocheng Ancient Country has a few monstrous geniuses, right? I heard that their most talented Registered Disciple, Jin Ming, has already reached the Sixth Level of the Yin-Yang Realm."
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Hearing the surrounding discussion, Li Zhouyu felt a bit better. He shot an arrogant glance at Wen Qingye and his companions, then prepared to leave.
"Wait!"
Hearing Wen Qingye’s voice, the corner of Li Zhouyu’s mouth curled up. He turned back to look at Wen Qingye and said smugly, "What, planning to beg for mercy already? Well, I’ll have to see how sincere you are."
Wen Qingye couldn’t help but sneer. "So what if it’s the Luocheng Ancient Country? I, Wen Qingye, fear no one. Now, hand over your Token."
Li Zhouyu’s expression changed when he heard Wen Qingye’s words. When Registered Disciples fought, the loser had to hand over their Token. This was a rule of the Celestial Profound Sect. Li Zhouyu had never imagined that Wen Qingye wouldn’t apologize, but would instead demand his Token. Although he was furious, he had no choice but to take out his Token and toss it to Wen Qingye, bound by the sect’s rules.
Li Zhouyu’s Token had the number 2,237 written on it, which was his rank among the Celestial Profound Sect’s Registered Disciples. The moment Wen Qingye took the Token, his own rank on a list on Celestial Profound Mountain instantly jumped to 2,237.
After taking the Token, Wen Qingye tossed the Token from his own waist to Li Zhouyu.
As Li Zhouyu caught Wen Qingye’s Token and took a closer look, he saw the number 3,019. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth. "Wen Qingye from some backwater country. Very good. I’ll remember your name."
After saying his piece, Li Zhouyu quickly walked out of A Hall, as if afraid to stay a second longer.
At this moment, Nie Shuang slowly walked over, frowning. "We should clean this place up quickly. It’ll be trouble if a Steward from the Celestial Profound Sect comes to investigate."
Cheng Yu looked like he wanted to say something, but after a glance at Wen Qingye, he swallowed his words.
Wen Qingye sat quietly in a corner for a while before getting up and leaving.
Yann Xiangyang watched Wen Qingye’s departing figure and couldn’t help but sigh. "He just got here and he’s already offended a whole group of talented disciples. I wonder if he’ll be in danger. After all, this is a Sect. Things aren’t like they were before."
It was as if life and death had become insignificant here. Only strength was eternal.
Cheng Yu and Nie Shuang remained silent, their heads lowered, not saying a word.
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After returning to his residence, Wen Qingye looked at the Token he’d gotten from Li Zhouyu, clenched his fist around it, and began to cultivate.
During the day, Wen Qingye would go to the Spirit Field to plant a Primordial Stone, then immediately resume his cultivation. The Spiritual Qi around the Celestial Profound Mountain Domain was abundant, and since Wen Qingye practiced the Longevity Technique, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds.
「Five days later.」
A vortex of qi churned in Wen Qingye’s Qi Sea, continuously slamming against a mystic pass in his body. The vortex broke through the mystic pass with ease, and Wen Qingye’s cultivation advanced once more.
Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven!
Wen Qingye got up and headed toward the West Garden. The Celestial Profound Sect’s punishments for not completing tasks on time were severe. Moreover, Chuu Guang would come by to inspect from time to time, and if Wen Qingye wasn’t found, it would be difficult for him to explain. freeweɓnøvel.com
Wen Qingye arrived at the Spirit Field and swept his gaze over it, his brow furrowing.
’Last night, I remember burying a Primordial Stone and setting up an Array. Why does the sprout’s Life Force seem to have decreased today?’
Wen Qingye walked up to the Spirit Field and waved his hand. The red soil slowly parted, revealing a stone beneath a Nameless Herb seed. The stone was plain and unremarkable.
Wen Qingye picked up the stone and examined it closely.
This stone was the Primordial Stone he had buried. But for all its Primordial Qi to be absorbed in a single night, turning it into an ordinary rock, was simply unbelievable.
’A tiny sprout couldn’t possibly absorb an entire Top-Grade Primordial Stone in one night,’ Wen Qingye thought. He moved to the next spot and waved his hand again. His Primordial Qi stirred the red soil, turning it over. The situation was the same. The Primordial Stone had been completely drained, leaving only a normal rock behind.
’What on earth is going on?’ Wen Qingye wondered as he covered the sprout with the red soil again.
"Qingye, how are things going?"
Suddenly, a wizened voice sounded from behind Wen Qingye.
Wen Qingye subconsciously turned around to see a stooped old man, leaning on an Iron Crutch, slowly walking toward him.
Wen Qingye couldn’t help but smile. "Ah, it’s Martial Uncle Chuu."
Chuu Guang also smiled and said, "You brat, you’re not thinking of slacking off again, are you?"
That one time, after burying the Primordial Stone, Wen Qingye had sat down to meditate and cultivate. Chuu Guang had seen him and assumed he was slacking off. Although Chuu Guang was a Third Generation Disciple, he was gentle and approachable. However, he had lectured Wen Qingye for several double-hours straight, which had been a real headache.
Chuu Guang said sternly, "Let me tell you, tending the Spirit Fields has many benefits. First, channeling your Primordial Qi for long periods will make it more solid and vigorous. Second, it allows you to better understand the properties of these Heavenly and Earthly Treasures."
Wen Qingye nodded seriously. "I understand."
Chuu Guang nodded and gestured to the vast expanse around them. "There are three to four hundred Registered Disciples here in the West Garden. While some of them are quite talented and might become Core Disciples in the future, the aptitude and talent of the majority are lacking. However, if those people choose to cultivate the Alchemy Dao and are clever enough, they can also become Core Disciples by advancing to High-level King-grade Alchemist. Then they could enter Danxuan Peak, one of our Celestial Profound Sect’s Seven Main Peaks."
The Celestial Profound Sect had Seven Main Peaks, and it was on these peaks that the Core Disciples cultivated. Danxuan Peak was the place where the sect’s many Pill Masters trained. Wen Qingye already knew all of this.
Chuu Guang said with a gentle smile, "In a few days, I will be imparting some knowledge of the Alchemy Dao to all of you in the West Garden, including my own experiences and techniques. You should listen carefully when the time comes. It might be of great help to you in the future."
"Then I thank you, Martial Uncle Chuu," Wen Qingye said, cupping his fists. He then asked in a serious tone, "Martial Uncle Chuu, do you know of a person from the Taiyi Pavilion named Huangfu Tian?"
Wen Qingye naturally hadn’t forgotten the true reason he had come to the Taiyi Pavilion.
"Huangfu Tian!? You don’t know his name?" Chuu Guang’s brow furrowed, but then he nodded. "Then again, your Celestial Martial Country is in the far northwest. It’s possible you really haven’t heard of him."
Wen Qingye asked curiously, "Oh? Is he that remarkable?"
At this, Chuu Guang first nodded, then sighed. "That man is beyond remarkable. Huangfu Tian is the son of the Taiyi Pavilion’s Pavilion Master. When he was born twenty-two years ago, his arrival caused a shift in the heavens and earth, brought down a great Thunder Tribulation, and caused purple qi to come from the east, shocking the entire Eastern Profound Domain. His aptitude is monstrous, and his strength among the younger generation is unfathomably profound, reaching a frankly terrifying level. Moreover, within the Taiyi Pavilion, he is beloved by his fellow disciples and highly regarded by the Elder Stewards. Even the experts from other sects in the Eastern Profound Domain have nothing but praise for his character and conduct. His literary and martial accomplishments, his talent and bearing, are all rarely seen in this world. He is so perfect he’s almost demonic, which is why people call him the Little Demon Venerable."
"A Thunder Tribulation?" A flash of surprise crossed Wen Qingye’s eyes.
"It’s a pity our Celestial Profound Sect has never produced such an incredible figure. Alright, I’ve said so much, it must be getting annoying. I should be going. You take good care of the Spirit Fields." Chuu Guang glanced at the sky, then got up and shuffled off into the distance. His retreating figure looked somewhat bleak and lonely.
Watching Chuu Guang’s back, Wen Qingye got the feeling that managing the West Garden was a form of exile for the old man. ’He must have his own tragic story,’ he thought.
Wen Qingye only looked away after Chuu Guang had completely disappeared from sight.
"Little Demon Venerable? Perfect to the point of being demonic? Hmph." Wen Qingye sneered. For a fleeting moment, a murderous aura capable of shattering the heavens and the earth flashed in his eyes as he gazed into the distance.
