Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1561 - 95 Sword Peak of the Eight Phases_2

Chapter 1561 -95 Sword Peak of the Eight Phases_2

“That’s good, that’s good… this is already the final fairness…”

Wang Xu repeated softly, his voice inexplicably tinged with melancholy, then slowly turned his head to look into the distance.

“I’ll return to the Imperial Capital first. You… keep watch here for now.”

“Yes, farewell Martial Ancestor!”

Martial Saint quickly bowed.

Wang Xu turned his back to him but merely waved his hand. Within his departing figure, there lingered traces of solitude and desolation.

Watching Wang Xu’s disappearing figure, the ink-tattooed face of Martial Saint gradually shed its respectful mask, revealing instead deep resentment:

“One hundred and ten years old, you’re already asking me to be content… yet you’ve lived over two hundred years yourself!”

“Why won’t you pass on the True Martial Sutra that allows you to prolong your life to me?”

“What are you afraid of? Are you worried that I might threaten your position?”

“But I… I only desire immortality!”

…

“Tsk tsk, I never expected, esteemed one, that you’d have such entanglements with Wanxiang Sect.”

“But as for that little fellow, I fear he’s no longer aligned with your intentions.”

Inside the Dragon Transformation Pool.

Mist billowed and coiled.

The green-bean-eyed, broad-nosed, golden-haired old man smiled slyly as he spoke to Wang Xu.

Wang Xu’s expression was cold, devoid of any emotion, as he retorted:

“Are you aligned with me?”

The golden-haired old man’s face immediately froze. Then, as if comprehending Wang Xu’s implication, he shook his head and replied:

“Don’t blame me; I only promised to try my best to help you. But your teacher behind the scenes likely harbors a Void Refining cultivator as well. If I were to act rashly and assist your disciple, I might expose my depth, drawing their attention to me in the future.”

Wang Xu sneered faintly, his tone indifferently cutting:

“Since you aren’t aligned with me, how can you demand alignment from others?”

“Moreover…”

He paused briefly, his gaze piercing towards the golden-haired old man:

“What do you mean by ‘also harboring a Void Refining cultivator’?”

The golden-haired old man froze, realizing he had misspoken, hurriedly laughing to cover it up:

“What I mean is that the primitive Demonic Sect also harbors a Void Refining cultivator… But speaking of which, the True Martial cultivators’ life-extension methods are indeed crucial. They mustn’t be leaked to them. Otherwise, one by one they would attain prolonged lifespans, becoming indistinguishable from other cultivators. Your grand ambition might be forever unattainable.”

“Life-extension methods…”

Wang Xu’s focus shifted as expected, seemingly lost in thought, his eyes faintly flickering.

“Haha, speaking of which, setting aside that brat Zhang Chao, I’m quite curious myself about how far your ‘True Martial Sutra’ has evolved today. I’ve read through your previous versions of the ‘True Martial Sutra,’ and theoretically, they shouldn’t enable life extension…”

The golden-haired old man teased with a faint smile.

Wang Xu snapped out of his thoughts and offered a calm smile, his face betraying no emotions:

“Secrets… Alright, let’s talk about those cultivators.”

Seeing Wang Xu unwilling to elaborate further, the golden-haired old man felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly shifted his tone:

“Those cultivators are mere pests—not worth worrying over. The momentum of driving them southward from the north has been established. They’ve all been pushed south and are forced to confront the Kingdom of Immortals on our behalf. But I think there’s no need to press them too hard; pushing them too harshly might instead drive them fully into the arms of the Kingdom of Immortals.”

Wang Xu seemed thoughtful, then nodded lightly:

“Continue the expulsion, but soften your tactics slightly…”

“Understood.”

The golden-haired old man responded with utmost reverence.

After a brief exchange, Wang Xu’s figure quietly left the Dragon Transformation Pool.

The golden-haired old man watched Wang Xu leave, his brows furrowed lightly.

Then, slowly, he turned around.

The mist dispersed gradually, revealing deep within the fog a large-headed figure sitting naked in a lotus pool.

The aura around him had already reached the early-stage level of Immortal Ascension.

At this moment, his eyes were tightly shut, and the thick, boundless spiritual energy and Qi and blood surrounding him unceasingly filled his body.

Countless Dao Intentions nourished his Dao Domain.

Gazing at this large-headed figure, a peculiar gleam flickered in the golden-haired old man’s eyes:

“I’ve given you the heritage of three Void Refining lines, so do not disappoint me…”

…

Wanxiang Sect.

Chunyang Palace.

The normally quiet palace was unusually bustling today, with many Nascent Soul Great Cultivators from the sect gathering together.

At the head of the hall, the Sect Master and Deputy Sect Master, rare in attendance together, had taken their seats.

The other cultivators were lined up on either side, seated cross-legged, conversing among themselves.

As the auspicious moment arrived—

Wang Ba, seated in the Deputy Sect Master’s position, lightly coughed and looked towards Qu Shentong, sitting at the center, as well as Ji Ying, and Xumi on the other side:

“Everyone, shall we begin?”

Qu Shentong nodded slightly and spoke:

“Let the Deputy Sect Master preside over this peak-establishment ceremony.”

Wang Ba was slightly startled, looking towards Qu Shentong. This was not the arrangement they had discussed earlier.

But since Qu Shentong made such a declaration in front of everyone, Wang Ba felt it inappropriate to refuse, so he nodded helplessly and said softly:

“Let the True Martial Cultivator Ye Family’s Chijian Taoist enter the hall.”

All the cultivators below turned their gazes toward the outside of the hall.

In the next moment, a stream of eight-colored light streaked into the hall, circling the room before landing in its center.

Chijian, lightly groomed, emerged within the light.

Drawing the attention of all the cultivators around.

“Such profound Sword Dao attainment in this individual!”

“But why do I sense traces of the Five Elements within it as well…”

“It’s not only the Five Elements—Wind Style and Thunder Style are intertwined, along with Ice Dao… It feels quite similar to the Dharma Lineage.”

The hall buzzed with murmurs and discussions.

Although many had received some prior information, witnessing Chijian in person brought a different impression altogether.

After Chijian descended, he first saluted Qu Shentong, Ji Ying, Xumi, and Wang Ba, his tone neither arrogant nor servile:

“I am the Ye Family of Huangji Continent; you may call me ‘Chijian.’ Through the sword, I seek Dao, harmonizing the Eight Aspects. I have long admired Wanxiang Sect. I am fortunate to receive the Deputy Sect Master’s favor and come here to cultivate, hoping for the approval of the Sect Master and Elders.”

These were merely formalities, recited routinely, as part of the peak-establishment ceremony.

Wang Ba initially worried Chijian might be too proud to deliver ceremonial remarks, but fortunately, perhaps for consideration of the descendants of the Ye Family, Chijian was highly cooperative.

The ceremony quickly reached completion.

However, there was some difficulty in naming the new peak. Eventually, Wang Ba simply named it “Eight Aspects Sword Peak.”

Many cultivators present found it somewhat frivolous, though Chijian accepted it cheerfully.

After the peak-establishment ceremony concluded, Chijian specifically handed over a storage treasure to Wang Ba.

Wang Ba was slightly surprised and teased with a smile:

“I didn’t expect you, Chijian, to master this kind of gesture.”

Chijian’s face immediately darkened. Though he had never done such a thing personally, he was well aware of the implications. Shaking his head, he explained:

“These are all techniques, scriptures, and various collected treasures my Ye Family amassed in the Imperial Capital’s vaults before it was occupied by Yang Que. I moved everything out beforehand, and now offer it entirely to the sect.”

Wang Ba was somewhat taken aback by this and frowned, asking:

“The sect does not require disciples to forcibly contribute their family’s heritage. Since these are the Ye Family’s legacy, why not keep them for your family to preserve?”

Chijian laughed bitterly:

“The great upheaval also implicates my Ye Family in karma. For my family’s descendants to find sanctuary here, safe from pursuit, is already a blessing. Keeping such treasures would only bring calamity to them. It’s better for them to live in peace. If any among them prove suited for cultivation, I will guide them personally—but not as members of the Ye Family, but as disciples of Wanxiang Sect.”

Unexpectedly, the seemingly blunt Chijian revealed a profound simplicity of wisdom. Wang Ba nodded and did not reject Chijian’s gesture, accepting the items.

Scanning them with his Spiritual Sense, Wang Ba’s expression momentarily shifted in surprise.

Though there were not many rare and high-class treasures—it was likely that the Ye Family Patriarch, Ye Cangsheng, had used them to nurture his blood-sacrifice heirs—

There were still abundant Spirit Plant seeds, ores, talismans, elixirs, and sundries not commonly found in the Fenglin Continent.

More importantly, their sheer volume was staggering—living up to Chijian’s claim of having “emptied” the capital’s cache.

Yet none of this really caught Wang Ba’s interest; what truly captivated him were the vast and numerous scriptures and texts among the collection.

A brief perusal revealed faint insights, hinting at Divine Pattern prototypes absent in his current Path of Divine Patterns.

“This will be of great benefit to my Path of Divine Patterns.”

“Truly worthy of one continent’s accumulation over many years!”

Joy surfaced in Wang Ba’s heart.

But his moment of celebration was cut short as Qu Shentong summoned him again.

Qu Shentong’s opening words left Wang Ba somewhat stunned:

“I’m about to cross my tribulation. This Sect Master position—whether you desire it or not, you’ll have to assume it.”

Qu Shentong looked at Wang Ba earnestly as he spoke.