Chapter 805: Closed-door Disciple! My Samadhi True Flame_2

Otherwise, if he went himself, even if they took the job, by the time he got the Golden Seal back it would be three to five years later.

“What a pity.” Zhang Fan sighed; looks like he really had no fate with this Thunder City Demon-Catching Golden Seal.

“You are loyal, I’ll give you that.” Meng Qiwu said coldly.

Losing the first opportunity and failing to help Zhang Fan buy this Residual Seal wasn’t a big deal, but she genuinely disliked this look on Xiao Changfeng’s face—taking her directly as An Wuyang’s imaginary rival, talking in that yin?yang tone, flaunting while provoking.

“Well, Senior Brother An usually takes great care of me as his junior; I’m just doing my bit. In the days to come, when Senior Brother An becomes Transcendent Zhenren’s closed-door disciple, I’m afraid this little bit of thought won’t even be worth mentioning.”

As soon as that was said, not only Meng Qiwu, but even Zhang Fan, Li Yishan, and Zhao Menglang beside them all changed expression.

Next week is Transcendent Zhenren’s grand disciple?taking ceremony, a major event that the whole world is watching today. At this point in time, not a hint has leaked from Zhenwu Mountain as to who Transcendent Zhenren will take as a disciple.

This made everyone all the more curious; speculation outside never stopped. Some said it would be some scion of a Pure Yang Family, others said it was a secret heir cultivated in Zhenwu Mountain—opinions were all over the place.

Xiao Changfeng’s few sentences instantly drew a reaction from everyone.

“What nonsense are you spouting? An Wuyang is a disciple of our Zhongnan Mountain, and the heir of our sect. How could Transcendent Zhenren take him?” Meng Qiwu said in a deep voice.

“Senior Sister Meng, with someone like Transcendent Zhenren, with that kind of heart, for the sake of spreading the Daoist Sect, he will surely open the gate of convenience. How could he possibly be narrow about sect lines?”

Speaking to that point, Xiao Changfeng smiled faintly. “You probably still don’t know—Senior Brother An’s fate is deeply tied to Transcendent Zhenren, and it goes back a long way.”

“Fate? What kind of fate do they have?” Meng Qiwu couldn’t help asking.

“Senior Sister Meng, you really don’t know. Many years ago, Transcendent Zhenren wandered the world and took in quite a few orphans. Senior Brother An is one that the old man sent to Zhongnan Mountain.”

“There’s that layer of connection?” Meng Qiwu’s expression changed slightly.

What Xiao Changfeng said here wasn’t wrong. Xia Weisheng was also an orphan, taken in by Chu Chaoran when he was very young and brought back to Zhenwu Mountain.

As he said, between An Wuyang and Chu Chaoran there really is a thread of Incense karma.

“Senior Sister Meng, tell me—if Senior Brother An becomes Transcendent Zhenren’s closed-door disciple, and later inherits the Zhongnan Mountain Sect Leader position, wouldn’t that be a fine tale within our Daoist Sect?”

As he spoke, the smile on Xiao Changfeng’s face grew even stronger. Without waiting for Meng Qiwu to respond, he opened the wooden box in his hand and began examining it.

When the wooden box opened, a Residual Seal floated before everyone’s eyes. Dark patterns like thunder scars spread across the metal surface. This Dharma Seal was only about a third of its original size, badly damaged, yet under Primordial Spirit Observation one could still feel that intense Incense Fire Spiritual Power.

Such Incense Fire Spiritual Power was at least ten times that of the Sun Seal fragments.

“Now that’s a treasure.”

Xiao Changfeng laughed proudly and raised his hand to grab that Residual Seal of the Thunder City Demon-Catching Golden Seal.

Buzz…

Suddenly, a strand of thunder?light boiled up, brilliant and dazzling, soaring violently out of that Residual Seal.

Next, that strand of thunder?light actually moved like a Spirit Snake, coiling around the Residual Seal, leaping out of the wooden box and flying straight toward Zhang Fan.

“This…” Zhang Fan froze, watching as that Residual Seal, wrapped in thunder?light, flew directly at him.

“Broad daylight, and you dare snatch it!?” Xiao Changfeng’s face changed drastically.

Ordinary Magical Treasures cannot Manifest unless driven, let alone a Residual Seal. If you compare it to a person, even if not dead, it’s still basically a vegetable.

Given that, for the Residual Seal to fly toward Zhang Fan must mean he used some trick to openly fight over it.

“Courting death—take a look at where you are.”

Xiao Changfeng was enraged. Stepping forth in one stride, his hand shot out like lightning, grabbing straight for Zhang Fan.

Within Chang’an’s territory, no one had yet dared in broad daylight to snatch a treasure from his hands.

Buzz…

In an instant he was already in front of Zhang Fan, his speed like an electric flash, the terrifying force crushing the surrounding air into continual detonations, even shaking and shattering the thunder?light around the Residual Seal.

Bam…

Almost at the same moment, a layer of golden light rose across Zhang Fan’s skin, bright and dazzling, gleaming brilliantly.

“You…”

Xiao Changfeng’s expression flipped; before he could react, that golden light suddenly boiled over, intertwining with the thunder around the Residual Seal, like a whip lashing fiercely across Xiao Changfeng’s body.

He screamed wretchedly and his whole body, like a kite with its string cut, was blasted sideways through the air, slamming heavily into the wall, where cracks began to spread and crawl.

At the same time, that Residual Seal of the Thunder City Demon-Catching Golden Seal happened to land right in Zhang Fan’s hand.

“I…I didn’t do anything…”

“Trying to fake an accident, huh… is this fake?accident?”

Zhang Fan raised both hands, looking completely innocent.

This time he really hadn’t done anything.

“You…”

Xiao Changfeng staggered to his feet. Before he could steady himself, a mouthful of blood spurted out; clearly that collision just now had done him quite some harm.

“Misunderstanding… this is all a misunderstanding…”

Seeing this, Zhao Menglang hurried out to smooth things over, soothing Xiao Changfeng while looking toward Zhang Fan.

After all, this was his shop, his business—you couldn’t let the reputation be smashed.

Zhang Fan understood, handing the Residual Seal back, though his eyes were a bit reluctant to part with it.

“Xiao, my boy, that treasure—you hold onto it. Cash and goods, all square.”