Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Chapter 390: Chapter 167: ‘Guaranteed Cultivation’!
 

Like a ferocious tiger entering a flock of sheep, the previously lively scene suddenly scattered as everyone fled like startled birds and scampering mice.

Inside the teahouse, the storyteller who was just now raging with fierce eyes and articulate speech, now felt his legs go weak and collapse to the ground upon seeing the head of Chao Tian Sect arriving, crawling toward the deeper parts of the teahouse with eyes full of fear.

A story, how could it not be embellished?

But the problem was, Chen Qiu had risen to power almost overnight, and there was no existing framework for his rise; yet, with so many customers eagerly waiting, the storyteller had no choice but to embellish a bit more, not too much… around six or seven layers perhaps…

He himself felt somewhat guilty, but as he saw other storytellers exaggerating even more, he grew more and more confident in his tales.

But now, the real deal had suddenly come knocking.

The tension inside him snapped instantly; if he didn’t run now, he might have to bid farewell to his life later on.

…

Fat Long didn’t have to wait too long.

Almost just seven or eight breaths later, Fat Long turned his head towards the west side of Great Yuan City to see a Nascent Soul late-stage powerhouse with fully activated movement technique, hurtling towards him at high speed, arriving in front of him in the blink of an eye.

It was a middle-aged man.

The man’s eyes briefly showed a hint of panic, and with a voice trembling unconsciously, he looked towards the eight Nascent Soul men and said in a low voice, “I’ve met several elders of the Chao Tian Sect. I am the Sect Master of the Taoist Sect, and the de facto ruler of this Great Yuan City.”

“I wonder what orders the elders may have for me?”

“I’ve had some acquaintances with your Sect Master; he knows me.”

He couldn’t help but feel panicked.

He was not in Great Yuan City initially, strolling outside, when he received the message from the Sound Transmission Ring. Without any hesitation, he activated his full speed and rushed to Great Yuan City as fast as he could.

What about Chao Tian Sect?

No need for him to elaborate.

In the past few days, not to mention the entire Xuantian Continent, people from other states, like those from the upper nine states, had only heard about it but hadn’t witnessed the Thunder Punishment filling the skies, nor had they personally experienced the despair of being crushed by the might of Heaven and Earth on the ground, and those astonishing heavenly phenomena. Their understandings of the Chao Tian Sect were merely based on hearsay.

They knew of a Heavenly Pride, very powerful, but how powerful exactly, they had no concept of it.

Not so for the people of Quzhou. They had felt it personally, very personally.

Chen Qiu, the Sect Master of Chao Tian Sect, with his own power, had crossed two Great Realms. While still at Golden Core Perfection, he annihilated an Evil Clan with four Divinity Transformation powerhouses and even utterly shattered the Evil State, throwing it into the sea.

In Quzhou.

You could be ignorant of the “Xuantian Sect” in the central state, or have never heard the story of patching the heaven, but you couldn’t possibly be unaware of “Chao Tian Sect.”

Last time, Chen Qiu also came to him, shortly after Chen Qiu had just destroyed Yuan Sect—yet, not many knew of this. He came to prepare to sell the territory of Great Yuan City to him, for which he gave Chen Qiu three thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Even then, he felt this person should not be underestimated.

Little did he expect, in such a short time, the next he heard Chen Qiu’s name it was from a Heavenly Dao Decree. The name “Sect Master Chen Qiu of the Chao Tian Sect” pricked his mind like a thorn.

Many times he awoke from his dreams, feeling fortunate that he didn’t harbor any ill intentions back then; otherwise, he supposed he would be reporting in with Yuan Sect by now.

But…

The Sect Master of the Taoist Sect, examining the eight elders of the Chao Tian Sect with great caution, all of Nascent Soul first-layer cultivation, naturally felt no fear.

As a Nascent Soul late-stage practitioner,

Facing eight Nascent Soul first-layer cultivators was trivially easy, but what he feared was that head of Chao Tian Sect!

All of this was just the tip of the iceberg!

Besides… who said Chao Tian Sect was a sect that relied only on its Sect Master? With eight Nascent Soul elders backing the sect, it might be weak in central state, but in Quzhou, under Chen Qiu’s command, they were unmistakably a Major Sect!

You should know Yuan Sect didn’t even have eight Nascent Soul elders.

…

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else,” said Zhao Buzhu emotionlessly, as he flicked the Chao Tian Sect disciple token in the air that represented an outer sect disciple. “We are merely the outer sect disciples of Chao Tian Sect, truly unworthy of being called elders.”

“These two,” he continued.

“are the Great Elder and the Second Elder of our Chao Tian Sect.”

The Taoist Sect Master’s eyes flashed with astonishment, not only shocked that the few Nascent Soul cultivation men turned out to be outer sect disciples but also because this outer sect disciple’s token was made of Evil Wood?

What kind of joke was that?

Evil Wood was a rare and valuable material, used a century ago for patching the sky and can be used on the Heavenly Pride’s Path to enhance strength; a piece of Evil Wood had a price tag of at least ten Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

That was the regular price.

If you need to buy in bulk or in a hurry, there was no upper limit on the price; paying seventy to eighty Mid-grade Spirit Stones for a piece was entirely possible.

Seventy to eighty Mid-grade Spirit Stones, what did that imply? It was enough to set up a small Spirit Gathering Array for him to cultivate for several days.

This sort of thing, and you’re using it for Chao Tian Sect disciple tokens?

And for outer sect disciples’ tokens?

…

But now was not the time to ponder such matters, as the Taoist Sect Master hurriedly turned his head towards Fat Long and the others, his face lifting into a rather congenial smile, his eyes showing a trace of genuine remorse and guilt, and he bowed his head slightly in a humble tone.

“My apologies, elders. The eyes are old and blurry.”

“May I ask if there’s anything the Chao Tian Sect’s elders require of me?”

A Nascent Soul late-stage showing such a posture in front of two Golden Core practitioners was indeed extremely rare.