Chapter 685: Great Yue Dynasty, Bright Moon Celestial Sect (2)

Back in the day, Ji Hai, with the full support of Dragon Maiden Ziyun, used a trove of treasures from her lineage to painstakingly achieve the Dragon King’s Perfect Dharma Body. Upon emerging, he shook the entire Nine Demon Suppression Halls, inciting a mad scramble among the halls.

And as for Chen Ping, what capability or virtue does he have to gather such fortune? Even if he manages to break through the blockade and head to the Azure Dragon Hall, whether he can enter the Dragon Transformation Pool is still uncertain.

Sooner or later, it’s just a question of death.

Of course, if he can be stopped from escaping, it’s better to do so.

After all, one could earn a substantial favor from Ji Hai.

It must be said, even as a heterodox loose cultivator who has refined a Lower Three Grades Mixed Pill, Qingluo Wanderer also harbors various ambitions.

Li Xuanji didn’t know that this person had already researched Ji Hai thoroughly. Although Ji Hai had a period of misfortune, his foundation is so profound that among the True Disciples in the entire Imperial Extreme Hall, no, in the entire Nine Demon Suppression Halls, he is considered outstanding.

When the wind and clouds converge, he transforms into a dragon.

This person’s rising momentum was evident even to a bystander.

Otherwise, why would Elder Fuyun, a Dao Alchemy Peak Great Master of six hundred years, never lose hope in him?

And Li Xuanji, who considers himself an expert in the affairs of the world, also had to set up schemes everywhere, exhausting manpower and resources to finally bring him aboard. He intended to leverage Ji Hai’s temporary fortune for a great benefit.

So, if he performed well, he might catch some advantages.

Ji Hai saw through this person’s thoughts at a glance.

He didn’t expose it. He just wryly smiled and said, “Today, Senior Brother Qingluo helps me. If one day, Ji achieves something, I will surely not forget Senior Brother.”

As a True Disciple, even though he has not achieved the First-Grade Law Dao Pill as expected, this is Ji Hai’s eternal regret.

But then again, the First-Grade Dao Pill is inherently difficult to achieve, and among the True Disciples in the entire Imperial Extreme Hall, only three have achieved it. The others include six who achieved Second Grade and one with Third Grade.

As for the Inner Sect Disciples, those who have achieved Third Grade Dao Pill are relatively few, and being able to refine Mid-Third Grade Dao Pill is quite good.

So don’t think that Ji Hai did not ascend to the top step, thus losing the position of the chief True Disciple.

But if one says his status is low, that wouldn’t be right.

Besides, no one knows that he actually has a significant chance to solidify his foundation, overcome the limitations of No Regrets, and return to the First-Grade Dao Pill, or even hope to achieve a Supreme Dao Pill.

The intricacies within are not for outsiders.

When the time is not right, bowing the head and submitting for a while is not significant.

He who laughs last, laughs best.

Ji Hai gently exchanged a few more words, intentionally or otherwise discussing some Daoist classics, each sentence directly pointing out the flaws and improved techniques in the Guiyuan Blood Refining Scripture.

After chatting for a while, Qingluo Wanderer nearly regarded Ji Hai as a family member, eager to sever his head and let the latter take it. Only then did Ji Hai leisurely bid farewell and leave.

‘Chen Ping, I really hope you cultivate a bit faster.’

Turning around, Ji Hai’s gaze turned extremely cold, his figure flickering into a ripple, heading towards the Imperial Extreme Hall.

…

“I found it, I found it.”

Far in the distant skies, amidst the vast sea of stars, on a golden treasure ship flying erratically, a chubby seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth with a round face, smeared with powder, jumped up like a child.

He stared straight at a treasure mirror in his hand, watching a silver light flash inside it, as if he had seen the goddess of his dreams.

The oversized body landed heavily, and paths of Sword Qi shot in all directions, slightly shaking the treasure ship.

Two agile and graceful maids behind him swiftly stepped forward, “Young Master, Young Master, you’ve just achieved the Cold Moon Glaze Sword Body, and your strength is not yet controlled. Don’t move recklessly. If you damage the treasure ship, getting lost here in the Star Luo Sea Domain won’t be fun.”

As they said this, the two little maids inwardly grumbled.

A full hundred ‘Cold Moon Glaze Bone-Changing Pills’ were eaten by this idle wastrel in one night, achieving Dao Foundation. What a waste!

For someone with remarkable talent, after consuming this bottle of elixir, they could immediately perfect their Dao Foundation and overflow with true essence, whereby refining their temperament and spells would allow them to condense Laws.

And this fatty? He merely reached Mid-Stage Dao Foundation, without even achieving Late Stage, let alone perfection.

Even if you fed a pig such a set of Cold Moon Glaze Bone-Changing Pills, it would end up stronger than him.

‘Is it possible that having a good sister really allows one to do as they please?’

Thinking of this, the two maids swallowed envy that weighed hundreds of pounds but dared not show a trace of it.

They still had to flatter obsequiously, wearing a facade of unwavering loyalty and a smile of true devotion.

This world, truly leaves one at a loss for what to say.

“Bi Tao, Qinliu, do you have any idea what the Young Master discovered? The Heaven-Reaching Tower, it’s the Heaven-Reaching Tower! My sister said this treasure would be elusive before its time, hard to trace even if directly before one’s eyes, unless one is destined. But I don’t believe it. Her master may be astute, but can he foresee Immortal Monarch Mingyue? Heaven’s treasure, granted to destined ones, and here it is. Destiny has come.”

The fatty laughed so hard his eyes couldn’t be seen, and powder flew from his broad face.

“Young Master Huang, treasures have spirituality, especially those left by a Great Divine Power User meant to meet tribulations. They can’t be underestimated; the greater the fortune, the greater the risk. This matter, perhaps it should be discussed with your sister.”

Nearby, a middle-aged man dressed in a bright red robe, with a black saber at his waist and a turban on his head, cautiously advised.

He knew that the chubby young man before him was an oblivious creature who would only defy negativity more so, the more he was warned against it.

However, the Lord of the Mansion had repeatedly urged him to stay by this person’s side and protect him carefully. There was no choice in the matter.

The Seven Kills Master Wang Yulin, a Mid-Stage Dao Alchemy practitioner who focused on slaying Divine Techniques in Qiutang Prefecture and had innumerable demon and devil souls to his name, ended up with a bodyguard assignment. In retrospect, it was suffocating.

Yet, at the thought of this chubby young man’s sister, Huang Yue’er.

Wang Yulin’s heart ignited with zeal.

It’s not because Huang Yue’er was too beautiful.

At his age and level, there was never a shortage of beauties. An order, and openly and secretly, myriad mundane beauties or charming female cultivators would come to him.

But because Huang Yue’er possessed a Profound Yin Body and the Sword Bone, resonating deeply with the path of the Guanghan Lineage of the Bright Moon Sect, she was cherished by the Primordial Star Xuanye Daoist Monarch in the Bright Moon Sect and taken as his disciple.

With this, a single person’s ascent could elevate their entire household.

The entire Huang Family leapt with vigor.

As Huang Yue’er’s beloved younger brother, Huang Zongwu strutted grandly within the Bright Moon Sect’s Cyan Spirit Cliff, showcasing the airs of a Direct Disciple’s sibling, oppressing fellow disciples not only without punishment but with numerous benefits.

His own skills were naturally lacking.

Yet, his status was too formidable to provoke.

Offending him was essentially tantamount to offending Huang Yue’er, a Daoist Monarch’s Direct Disciple.

Which also meant provoking a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch.

Offending the Bright Moon Sect.

Not to say that life would be impossible in the Eastern Divine Continent, but within the Bright Moon Sect’s Great Yue Dynasty, one could hardly survive.

‘The Lord of the Mansion only instructed that I accompany this fatty on an outing and ensure he remains unharmed by heretical sects. But if he wants to seek treasure, should I follow or not?’

‘Should I inform the Lord of the Mansion about this discovery? No, a Immortal Monarch-level tribulation treasure appearing—if this news goes back and reaches the Lord, should a mishap occur, leaking the information entirely crosses Huang Yue’er and Huang Zongwu, offending the Bright Moon Sect—nowhere in the world would shelter me.’

‘What if this fatty really is destined? Even if he isn’t, this Master…’

‘… cannot divulge this to Huang Yue’er. She is out in the Eastern Land, commanded by her master to retrieve the treasure at the time of the phoenix singing in the nine heavens. With cultivation and combat power far transcending mine, if she discovers the news, it would be no business of mine anymore. Thus speaking, the Bright Moon Sect might even get involved…’

As the Seven Kills Master pondered this, his heart pounded fiercely.

Years of exercising mental restraint almost faltered his mindset.

He could swear that judging by the mindless fatty’s thoughts, he surely intends to sneak the treasure and boast only after the deed, to prove he is no one else’s inferior and not a parasite living off his sister.

That’s just who he is.