Yinluo Marketplace, Xuanzhen Studio.
The shop’s doors were shut tight. Wen Qianqian sat in the backyard, her focus entirely on the Inheritance Stele of the Myriad Phenona Immortal Sect as she carefully repaired the damaged array upon its surface.
After obtaining the Inheritance Silk Book from the Myriad Phenona Immortal Sect, she had gradually found her footing in array restoration, and her progress was incredibly fast.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before she finished completely.
She’d had a fortunate encounter before, obtaining the inheritance of the Dragon Elephant Wanderer alongside Fang Cheng and the others. Unfortunately, she lacked the cultivation resources to practice it. She possessed the knowledge but couldn’t cultivate to a high realm.
The Myriad Phenona Immortal Sect was a Xuann Orthodox Sect. ’Their inheritance probably relies less on resources,’ she thought. ’Even if cultivation is a bit slower, at least I can advance steadily. It’s not like a Demon Skill such as the Li Hen Demon Light, where there’s a constant risk of going berserk.’
Suddenly, the tolling of several bells echoed from the heavens.
Wen Qianqian’s charming, almond-shaped eyes first widened in surprise, then a glint appeared in them as a smile touched her lips.
’It must be him! He passed the Inner Sect trial!’
’The timing seems about right, too.’
Wen Qianqian stood up and looked at the clear blue sky beyond the courtyard, feeling a sense of refreshing, tranquil imnsity.
’When I first t him, he was just an ordinary Servant Disciple. How long has it been? And now he’s in the Inner Sect...’
’Is he really a man of great fortune, just as Ye Yan said?’
A joyful expression appeared on Wen Qianqian’s face. She turned, walked into her room, and took out a bottle of Spirit Wine. She silently poured a cup, raised it in the direction of Yinluo Island, and made a distant toast.
...
Fla Demon Island.
Inside a luxurious and elegant Cave Mansion.
Dressed in a black gown, Feng Ling sat cross-legged on a jade mat, circulating her Profound Skill to refine the White Bone Relic.
Ever since Fang Cheng planted a Heart Demon in her, her cultivation had not only stagnated but actually regressed. She had to enter secluded ditation for over a year just to barely stabilize it.
Now, the gap in cultivation between her and Wang Yuntian was gradually widening.
Whenever this thought crossed her mind, her hatred for Fang Cheng would intensify. But the mont she thought of him... those three days in the Stone ditation Hut had left her with an indelible mory.
And her Heart Demon would stir.
When the Heart Demon was agitated, cultivation beca difficult.
She could only try every thod she could think of to suppress it, but in the long run, the Heart Demon would only accumulate and eventually spiral out of control!
Moreover, the Heart Demon Fang Cheng had planted was profoundly mysterious. Feng Ling had scoured nurous ancient texts, only to discover that even if she sought help from the Elders of the Feng Family, there was no guarantee they could eradicate it.
’That Divine Technique is truly vicious!’
’Am I supposed to find another man to replace Fang Cheng and help refine this Heart Demon?’
That was even more unacceptable to Feng Ling...
Just then, three long, heavy tolls of a bell suddenly rang out from outside.
Feng Ling slowly withdrew her power, opened her beautiful eyes, and summoned her maid, Wan’Er, into the secret chamber. "Go and find out which family’s disciple just entered the Inner Sect," she instructed.
Wan’Er smiled gently and said, "My lady, there’s no need to ask. Ten days ago, word was already spreading among the families that Young Master Fang of the Cyan Profound Sword had entered the Earth Abyss for his trial. Now that the bells are ringing, he must have succeeded and entered the Inner Sect."
"Him?" Feng Ling’s beautiful eyes flickered. She nodded. "With his strength, it’s not surprising he passed the Inner Sect trial. Has it already been a full three years since he joined the Outer Sect?"
Wan’Er replied, "It has just been three years."
Feng Ling let out a soft sigh and said no more.
Seeing this, Wan’Er asked softly, "My lady, should I prepare a congratulatory gift to be sent to Xiaocang Island?"
Feng Ling glanced at Wan’Er, her expression cold and blank. "There’s no need. You may leave," she said icily.
Wan’Er froze, not understanding why her lady’s mood had suddenly soured. Not daring to say more, she hurriedly curtsied and departed.
Feng Ling sat there alone, her delicate brows knitted tightly as if she were making a difficult decision.
...
anwhile, disciples from the Dong, Wang, Ye, and Feng Families, whether Inner Sect Disciples or Outer Disciples, and whether they knew Fang Cheng or had never t him, were all discussing his entrance into the Inner Sect.
People like Wang Xingzhi, Feng Mo, Wang Pan, Dong Qing, and Chen Yu Yan, in particular, had complicated feelings as they silently prepared congratulatory gifts.
The news spread quickly.
Beyond the great families, so of the more isolated Outer Disciples and Loose Cultivators also gradually learned of the event. Many Loose Cultivators and Servant Disciples had already begun to view Fang Cheng as an inspirational tale. Whenever the topic of great families recruiting sons-in-law ca up, the na "Cyan Profound Sword" was always ntioned.
...
Fang Cheng was swept up by a yin wind and, in a few short monts, found himself set down before a colossal, majestic mountain.
It was the very sa mountain, like a pillar holding up the heavens, that he had seen when he first arrived on Yinluo Island.
The yin wind reford into its paper-figure appearance and led Fang Cheng to the foot of the mountain. The view ahead opened up, and he saw, standing at the base of a cliff, a Strong Bone Demon a thousand feet tall!
Under the sunlight, the Strong Bone Demon’s entire body was as white as jade, and one could faintly see complex, arcane patterns and runes swimming across its surface.
The mont Fang Cheng saw this Bone Demon, his shoulders felt heavy. A mountainous pressure descended upon him, causing the Magical Power within his body to stagnate and flow sluggishly.
A single leg of the Bone Demon was as massive as a skyscraper from a bustling tropolis in his previous life. Looking up, he saw that the Bone Demon held its hands out in front of it, and in its palms stood a grand, circular hall of ancient design. Its form was similar to the Temple of Heaven he had seen in his past life, only many tis larger.
The paper figure extended a thin arm and pointed at the Bone Demon. "This Strong Bone Demon was transford from a White Bone Relic refined by a Supre Elder of our sect a thousand years ago. It was subsequently refined by several generations of Elders, and has now reached the upper-third rank, not far from the fourth rank..."
"Our sect’s nine ultimate techniques are in that Scripture Pavilion. I wonder, which one does Junior Brother wish to cultivate?"
Fang Cheng said, "I wish to cultivate the Netherworld Sword Technique."
The paper figure nodded, a look of approval on its face. "The Netherworld Sword Technique is a good choice. Just don’t be like my main body and cultivate that Netherworld Dharma Body. He ended up frying his own brain."
As it spoke, it and Fang Cheng rode a beam of Escape Light to the palm of the Strong Bone Demon, landing before the Scripture Pavilion of the Yinluo Sect’s Inner Sect.
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