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Chapter 130: Fate—It's All About Opportunity!

Chapter 130: Fate—It's All About Opportunity!

"Senior, this is our Pill Sect’s finest medicinal wine, Dragon Spring Brew. Drinking a single vat is equivalent to running an Intermediate Spirit Gathering Formation for half a day."

"Not bad. This item is fated to be with me."

"Senior, this is a freshly refined Golden Formation Pill. If a disciple is stuck at the Foundation Establishment Stage and cannot break through, they can take this pill to advance. Our sect’s Golden Formation Pills are crafted using a unique recipe with minimal side effects."

"Not bad. This item is fated to be with me."

"Senior, this is a Millennium Frost Jade Bed that I stumbled upon. It aids in calming the mind and enhances cultivation. When used for alchemy, it reduces the pain from alchemical flames and helps expel residual toxins. Originally, I had planned to gift it to my useless personal disciple…"

"Not bad. This item is fated to be with me."

…

Liu Yuanqing and Su Qinian followed behind Chen Huai’an as they walked through the long corridors of the Pill Sect’s treasury, watching as Zhou Xuanzi bowed and scraped before them.

For the first time, they were utterly awestruck by their Supreme Elder’s sheer shamelessness.

Every time they heard the phrase, "This item is fated to be with me," Li Qingran’s delicate face turned redder.

This was too embarrassing.

How could her master say such shameless words with that smiling face?

Yet, as she glanced at Chen Huai’an’s tall, straight figure, his silver hair flowing like drifting clouds, his black sword hanging at his waist, and his aura shrouded in divine radiance…

Suddenly, she thought—maybe a little shamelessness wasn’t so bad.

It didn’t make him any less handsome, wise, or formidable.

Beside her, Yue Qianchi’s admiration was practically written all over his face.

"All things in the world are connected by fate!"

This was exactly the boldness the Sword Pavilion should have!

Their Supreme Elder was personally teaching them the art of being a true sword cultivator—through his actions.

By the time they had finished raiding the treasury, anything that wasn’t nailed down—and even some things that were—had been taken.

The only reason they didn’t take more was because Liu Yuanqing, Su Qinian, Li Qingran, and Yue Qianchi’s storage pouches were already full.

Otherwise, even the discarded items would have been packed up.

Zhou Xuanzi had been watching Chen Huai’an’s expression closely.

The Pill Sect was wealthy; gifting these items wasn’t a major loss. If it helped him establish a good relationship with this Sword Pavilion powerhouse, it was well worth it.

But…

This elder didn’t seem ready to leave yet.

Could he be…

Eyeing his Subduing Dragon Cauldron?!

That was a spiritual artifact!

It had been with him for many years, and the artifact spirit inside was more than just a tool—it was family.

He couldn't bear to part with it.

But if he didn’t…

The elder might not be satisfied.

In the end, he had to make the sacrifice.

Zhou Xuanzi gritted his teeth, retrieved the Subduing Dragon Cauldron, and lowered his voice humbly.

"Senior, this is a treasured cauldron I obtained in my youth. It is both offensive and defensive while also serving as an excellent alchemical furnace. Since you are fated to be with it, I humbly present it to you in hopes of forming a good relationship."

Chen Huai’an raised an eyebrow.

He hadn’t expected Zhou Xuanzi to actually give up the cauldron.

After arriving at Luoyan Manor, he had gotten a full picture of its hidden power.

Aside from the now-dead Laughing Buddha, there was still a Fusion Realm early-stage guest elder and at least ten Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Pill Sect’s arrogance wasn’t baseless.

Su Qinian hadn’t dared to provoke them freely, precisely because he considered the safety of the Sword Pavilion’s disciples.

That was why Li Qingran had endured the pain of spiritual refinement—because the Pill Sect was too strong to defy openly.

As for Zhou Xuanzi?

He was nothing more than a greedy opportunist.

That much was obvious.

But people like him were easy to deal with.

As long as you kept him beneath you, he would forever be a bootlicker—never a threat.

Of course, even dogs bite when cornered.

And Chen Huai’an had no need for this cauldron.

Sword cultivators didn’t use cauldrons.

And Li Qingran’s refinement process required a different one entirely.

"Sect Master Zhou~"

"Yes, Senior!" Zhou Xuanzi straightened up nervously.

"Your attitude is sincere. Your devotion is commendable. Your offerings are appreciated. However…"

Chen Huai’an deliberately drew out the last word, making Zhou Xuanzi’s heart clench.

However what?!

Was he about to ask for more?!

"But this cauldron… is not fated to be with me."

The moment those words fell, Zhou Xuanzi let out a deep sigh of relief.

Su Qinian and Liu Yuanqing also relaxed.

"However…"

Zhou Xuanzi’s eyelid twitched.

He had just relaxed, and now this Sword Pavilion elder was playing games with him again?!

"You also have a Dragon-Patterned Tidal Cauldron, don’t you?"

"That cauldron is fated to be with my disciple. Let me see it."

Oh.

So that’s what he wanted.

Zhou Xuanzi suddenly remembered—

Hadn’t Old Man Liu come asking to borrow that cauldron before?

He turned to glare at Liu Yuanqing.

Liu Yuanqing simply stroked his white beard, looking pleased with himself.

Zhou Xuanzi nearly exploded.

"You shameless bastards! If your Sword Pavilion had such a terrifying elder, why didn’t you say so earlier?!"

Pretending to suffer injustice, only to return with overwhelming force?

Despicable! Shameless! Absolutely vile!

Angry as he was, Zhou Xuanzi still obediently handed over the Dragon-Patterned Tidal Cauldron, presenting it with both hands.

"Senior, is this the cauldron you desire?"

Chen Huai’an glanced at Liu Yuanqing.

Liu Yuanqing nodded.

"This is the one."

Chen Huai’an took the cauldron and stuffed it into Li Qingran’s arms.

Then, turning back to Zhou Xuanzi, he said,

"My disciple is only borrowing this cauldron. Once she’s done, we’ll return it."

Zhou Xuanzi hurriedly waved his hands.

"Senior jests! It’s just a cauldron—consider it a gift for your disciple!"

"You are most thoughtful."

Chen Huai’an immediately accepted.

Zhou Xuanzi: "…."

The transformation had a time limit, and Chen Huai’an was ready to leave.

Zhou Xuanzi tried to invite them for a banquet, but Chen Huai’an wasn’t interested.

Just before boarding the flying boat, he paused and looked back.

"Oh, one more thing."

Zhou Xuanzi stiffened.

Again?!

"That Laughing Buddha, Leng Chanshin… he might not be dead."

Zhou Xuanzi’s face darkened.

"If he ever comes bothering you, tell him that the Pill Sect is under my protection. If he still won’t back off, come find me at the Sword Pavilion, and I’ll deal with him myself."

Zhou Xuanzi was deeply moved.

Tears nearly welled in his eyes.

This was his biggest worry—that Leng Chanshin wasn’t fully dead and would blame him for what happened.

But now, with the Sword Pavilion’s backing?

Perfect!

As the flying boat disappeared into the distance, Zhou Xuanzi stood there in a daze.

Only one thought remained in his mind—

"Fusion Realm late-stage powerhouses… are terrifying and unpredictable!"