Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Chapter 391: Chapter 167: ‘Guaranteed Cultivation’!_2
 

Even those Protectors with Nascent Soul peak Cultivation that follow the Heavenly Prides of Zhongzhou do not humble themselves before their own masters, being Protectors is their duty, but as Nascent Soul peak experts, they still have their own pride and dignity. They wouldn’t kowtow to someone of far inferior Cultivation.

If such a scene were to spread, it would likely be met with ridicule.

But in Quzhou, absolutely no one would ridicule.

Although he didn’t understand why a Nascent Soul Cultivator was an outer sect Disciple, while one with Golden Core Cultivation had become an Elder, he still ensured enough humility towards the Chao Tian Sect Elder.

Chaotic times were imminent.

He didn’t want the Taoist Sect’s thousands of years of heritage to disappear as mysteriously as it did in Evil State.

…

“It seems that the esteemed Sect Master does not recognize me.”

The scholar turned his head towards the Taoist Sect Master and said with a smile, “That day, the Sect Master went with me to your Taoist Sect, the esteemed Sect Master really has a bad memory indeed.”

“Remember, of course I remember,”

The Taoist Sect Master’s forehead beaded with a trace of cold sweat. He remembered nothing; on that day, he thought the person following Chen Qiu was a subordinate of some sort, never giving him a proper glance, not realizing that this person was actually the Second Elder of the Chao Tian Sect.

“I’ve always wanted to find an opportunity to personally thank Sect Master Chen, it is precisely because of Sect Master Chen that the Taoist Sect was able to capture Great Yuan City’s territory so effortlessly.”

“Enough, enough with the chit-chat.”

Fat Long waved his hand and took out a parchment from his bosom and handed it over: “I’m here today on the sect’s orders. List down all the Evil Cultivation and Demon Cultivation sects within the boundaries of Quzhou.”

“Including their specific locations and so on.”

“Those sects that are always up to no good, burning, killing, looting, and slaughtering the common folk.”

“This…”

A look of surprise flashed in the Taoist Sect Master’s eyes, and a shocking possibility surged in his heart. His breathing gradually quickened, and then his expression turned serious: “Understood, I’ll record all of them!”

…

Several hundred breaths later.

The Taoist Sect Master carefully handed over the parchment filled with sect names: “Please take a look, Elder.”

“Let me have a look.”

Fat Long took the parchment and looked it over carefully a few times before looking up expressionlessly at the Taoist Sect Master: “I just realized your sect’s location is quite dangerous, eh? The forces adjacent to your sect, all are Evil Sects.”

“To have preserved your heritage surrounded by a pack of wolves for so long, your sect’s strength is not to be underestimated.”

“Cough…”

A trace of panic and embarrassment flashed in the Taoist Sect Master’s eyes, and then he said quietly, “Elder, I’ve written down their crimes at the bottom. These are definitely all real, you can find out with an investigation.”

“Alright.”

Fat Long waved his hand, not really minding the little tricks of the Taoist Sect Master. After keeping the parchment, he waved goodbye, “That’ll be all, you may leave.”

After bidding farewell to the Taoist Sect Master.

Fat Long didn’t report back to the Chao Tian Sect immediately. Brother Qiu had just broken through to Nascent Soul and probably had a lot to do, and these few Chao Tian Sect Disciples don’t often get to come out.

Having come to the Xuantian Continent for such a long time and always staying in the small world, this was their first time officially setting foot on the Xuantian Continent. Everyone was very excited and thrilled.

They harbored great enthusiasm for this unknown Continent.

Therefore, Fat Long took it upon himself as the Grand Elder of the Chao Tian Sect to proudly bring these Disciples to experience the local customs and culture of the Xuantian Continent.

…

Inside the “Great Yuan City’s” largest brothel, in the most luxurious private room.

Fat Long sat in the room, and with a sweep of his hand had the madam bring in all the Oirans, looking every bit the part of someone who doesn’t care about money.

How does that saying go?

If you are a Young Master of a small clan, you plan on cultivating diligently to become a formidable power and take your clan to great heights.

Then that clan… might soon go bankrupt because of you.

But if you are born with little ambition, indulging in nightly revelry, then in all likelihood, you won’t be able to spend all your family’s Spirit Stones in a lifetime…

It’s no exaggeration.

An evening with an Oiran, the cost in Spirit Stones.

A night of cultivation, the cost in Spirit Stones.

You can’t always call for an Oiran, but cultivation, that’s not a matter of one night or two, but ten or twenty years, not to mention Magic Treasures, Spells, talismans, and all sorts of miscellaneous things, causing Spirit Stones to pour out like water, the amount is countless.

Fat Long, along with the Disciples, surrounded by a bevy of girls, occasionally emitted tinkling laughter, enjoying themselves immensely.

But in the room next door…

Someone was not happy.

“…”

In the next room, a young man sat calmly, picking up a grape from the table and putting it in his mouth without speaking, as he listened to the merry voices coming from Fat Long’s room.

He had come all the way from Zhongzhou.

He had heard that a Heavenly Pride named “Sect Master Chen Qiu” emerged in Quzhou.

Chen Qiu first made his mark in “Great Yuan City” and, in the event known as “Nightly Revelry,” defeated all competitors in the darkness with his own strength.

He came for Chen Qiu.

It was unexpected that upon arriving in Great Yuan City, he encountered people from the Chao Tian Sect, a stroke of luck indeed.

“Brother Wen!”

A man sitting beside him, his complexion deathly pale, spoke with a hint of resentment, “Isn’t the Chao Tian Sect too domineering? One person booking all the Oirans in the brothel, what, just to show off his wealth while making us look poor?”

“Brother Wen, just give the order, and I’ll go and have a word with them.”

“Besides, Chen Qiu might not know his subordinates are such bullies. If Chen Qiu learns of this, he might even punish them himself.”