’Fu Lizi?’
’One of the Ten Great True Inheritances of the Taifu Sect!’
Having learned much from the Cat Master’s tales and frequently petitioning the Celestial Book to broaden his experience, Jiang Yi was now quite knowledgeable. He was no longer the ignorant Outer Sect Mortal Servant he had once been.
He was well aware that the northern and southern lands of the Three Peaks and Four Waters, and even the vast territory of the Hundred Countries, were all under the rule of two Ancestral Sect Dharma Lineages.
One was the Innate Sect, the other the Taifu Sect.
Previously, while traveling with his grandpa, Yang Xun, and He the Venerable, he had taken a Land Ship down the mountain to Sanhe District. From a distance, Jiang Yi had spotted a magnificent Exquisite Magic Tower moving through the void.
It was the personal vessel of a Foundation Establishnt True Master from the Taifu Sect.
It was that very person who had sealed off a thousand miles of Beimang Ridge with a single talisman, which in turn allowed Jiang Yi to encounter True Master Xuanmiao and seize the rare opportunity of discipleship.
’A True Inheritance of the Taifu Sect... now that’s a truly formidable figure.’
Jiang Yi’s eye twitched. The top Ancestral Sects of the Nanzhan Continent were like the Heroic Celestial Dynasty that ruled over all, positioned above every other Daoist Lineage. They were true behemoths that received tribute from thousands of Dharma Lineages. They possessed endless Spiritual Materials and resources, supporting millions of Disciples.
For this very reason, the "Disciples" in the Lower Courtyard Villas of the major Ancestral Sects were as nurous as grains of sand, truly beyond asure.
Only by distinguishing oneself from the countless talents could one even hope to stand out.
One had to reach the Qi Cultivation Twelfth Layer and achieve Flying Foundation Establishnt to be called a True Master. They had to align with the destiny of the Ancestral Sect’s Dharma Lineage and prove themselves a pillar capable of supporting the sect. Only then could they be promoted to the rank of "True Inheritance"!
To use the Celestial Dynasty as an analogy, a True Inheritance was like a powerful noble or prince who had been granted a title and permitted to establish their own estate. Their influence was imnse, and they could not be ignored.
So were even prodigies destined to contend for the title of Daoist and enter the upper echelons of the sect. As long as they did not perish prematurely, the least they could beco was a "viceroy" governing a domain of the heavens.
In short, the position of True Inheritance in an Ancestral Sect often represented a guaranteed path to a high station and a glorious future in cultivation.
They commanded attention wherever they went.
’The Taifu Sect only ever has ten positions for its True Inheritance. They are replaced every three hundred years.’
A glint appeared in Jiang Yi’s eyes, and his expression shifted slightly.
There were only ten seats in total. The "Lou Zhenxiao" he’d heard about from Xuan Chanzi held one, and now this "Fu Lizi," who wanted to uproot Goose Mountain, held another.
’Could I really be a "Fate Shuzi"?’
’How long has it been, and I’ve already t two of the Taifu Sect’s Ten Great True Inheritances?’
’An ordinary Qi Cultivation Cultivator would never have such an opportunity.’
"Xiao Jiang, you don’t understand. Fu Lizi is the most troubleso of the Ten Great True Inheritances! His fundantal cultivation path was shattered. Unless he reincarnates and starts over, there’s absolutely no chance he’ll ever beco a True Monarch.
But he swore an oath in his youth to beco a True Monarch within a single lifeti, and he stubbornly refuses to disperse his Life Essence Cultivation to be reincarnated."
For once, True Master Xuanmiao seed agitated, its claws scratching at Jiang Yi’s collar:
"With his Dao heart worn down by a century of stagnation, the once-spirited Fu Lizi—the man who claid he would make the Four Waters reverse their flow and the great rivers bow in welco—has beco a cynical and lecherous old coot with no respect for his age.
He loves finding ’Fate Shuzi’ from all over, putting them together, and watching them fight and struggle like they’re fighting crickets. He’s always leaving behind so-called ’opportunities’ that have trapped plenty of True Inheritances from both Branch Sects and Grand Sects."
’No wonder.’
A look of realization flashed in Jiang Yi’s eyes.
Goose Mountain had originally been a low, earthen hill. But after an Immortal passed by on a crane, built a thatched hut, and cultivated in seclusion for two years, it began to grow taller each day, eventually becoming a towering peak.
Presumably, Fu Lizi had secretly laid his claim on [Fengdu] way back then.
From this perspective, the two hundred years of painstaking scheming by that unknown True Master from the Zhao You Sect had all been for naught.
’If Fu Lizi is making a move, who could possibly contend for [Fengdu]? Could the Celestial Book have been wrong? Am I fated to encounter this Fire Life Destiny, but never to obtain it?’ Jiang Yi wondered.
According to the results he’d received from petitioning the Celestial Book, he was supposed to gain two things from entering this affair.
The first was Nourishing the Dao Embryo and obtaining the destiny required to cultivate the "Innate Fire Virtue Body." The second was breaking through to the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer and safely overcoming the tribulation of the Divine Barrier.
But with the sudden appearance of a True Inheritance from the Taifu Sect, the "opportunity" that should have been his was about to go up in smoke.
"Xiao Jiang, I’m afraid we’re out of luck this ti," True Master Xuanmiao said with a sigh, climbing onto Jiang Yi’s shoulder.
"I should have thought of it sooner. Every ti the North and South Dipper Sword event approaches, all sorts of ’opportunities’ start flying around. They’re all just bait on a hook, chum in the water.
Especially the Taifu Sect and the Innate Sect... those two are full of old schers..."
As Jiang Yi and the Cat Master spoke, Goose Mountain began to tremble violently. With a trendous RUMBLE, it was abruptly torn from the ground and rose into the air.
A vast current of intertwined turquoise and azure light stretched across the sky, wrapping the mountain peak tightly. Scoured by the turbulent water energy, layers of rock peeled away and shattered, turning to ash before they could even fall to the ground.
"Cat Master, what is Fu Lizi doing?"
Jiang Yi steadied himself, not allowing panic to set in. Although the situation had changed unexpectedly, it hadn’t yet reached the worst possible outco.
The opportunities revealed by the Celestial Book were almost always fraught with twists and turns; things rarely went smoothly.
"He’s going to use the power of the [Thunder Core] to blast [Fengdu] wide open!"
True Master Xuanmiao had dealt with the Taifu Sect on many occasions and, for so reason, held a surprisingly high seniority among them. He now spoke with a sense of resignation:
"It’s just a [Ghost Dao] foundation. Why would Fu Lizi take an interest in it? He clearly cultivates Ren Water and Kui Water. What is he ddling for?!"
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「Qingming High Heaven. A Dharma Tower suspended in the void.」
The Long-Eyebrow Daoist stepped inside. Its master, Lou Zhenxiao, rose to greet him. He had just finished his cultivation, and his Qi chanism radiated outward. A Three-Color Mirror Wheel materialized behind his head, his Magical Power vast and boundless.
anwhile, Fu Lizi also seed to have a sliver of his Qi chanism stirred. A rumbling sound echoed from behind him. As his sleeves billowed, it was as if the celestial river had inverted, a colossal waterfall crashing down with the might of a thousand streams.
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