Chapter 10: Divine Calculation of the Worm Fruit, Reversing the Worm Fruit!
The sky was vast and the clouds were wide.
A huge sailboat sailed through the ninth heaven, leaving a trail of clouds in its wake as it passed by, like a waterway carved through the clouds.
This sailboat was also a massive flying magical treasure.
On the fluttering banners, ancient and simple patterns and characters were embroidered, with the characters Jiang, Zuo, and Yan standing out prominently.
“The line to the Xuanqing Sect is completely cut off!”
Zuo Qingtian, a tall and burly figure standing on the deck, looked like a fierce beast. His voice was low and deep as he said, “Send out scouts to report; that mysterious emperor has left behind a Dao-grade sword to guard the place!”
In this world, magical treasures are ranked from weakest to strongest, divided into nine grades.
Then come spirit treasures, profound treasures, and Dao treasures.
Although Dao-grade magical treasures vary in strength, even the weakest one, when unleashed, can severely injure a cultivator at the Soul Formation stage.
This is assuming no one is manipulating it; the power released would be its own.
With a cultivator activating it, it would be even stronger!
After pondering for a moment, Zuo Qingtian continued, “Leaving behind a Dao-grade magical treasure shows that this emperor is determined to save the Xuanqing Sect, and it’s not something done casually.”
Zhuang Hongyi sat at the edge of the sailboat, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, her two smooth legs swinging back and forth.
Upon hearing this, she raised her eyes and said calmly, “Indeed, the Immortal Emperor is already enough trouble for us. Now is not the time to provoke another emperor.”
Jiang Yanlong pondered for a moment and said worriedly, “The origins of this emperor are also very mysterious. We know nothing about her, which worries me that another Immortal Emperor might emerge.”
“You know…”
Jiang Yanlong paused as if remembering something, fear flickering across her face as she lowered her voice, “Those people have run out of patience!”
Upon hearing this, both Zhuang Hongyi and Zuo Qingtian changed their expressions!
They clearly feared what Jiang Yanlong referred to as ‘those people.’
Zuo Qingtian asked, “So what should we do now?”
Jiang Yanlong thought for a moment, his eyes lighting up as he said, “This diary doesn’t reveal any crucial information.”
“However—”
“There’s still a chance if we can find that woman Ruo Yu. She might provide some clues.”
Zhuang Hongyi nodded in agreement, “Yes, after all, she was once the Immortal Emperor’s woman.”
“Perhaps she has maintained contact with the Immortal Emperor ever since?”
Zuo Qingtian also clapped in approval, “That plan works. The Immortal Emperor is too powerful, and attempting to use the Worm Fruit Law to scheme against him is nearly impossible.”
“But, we could try targeting the women around him. Perhaps we’ll gain unexpected results.”
Jiang Yanlong: “Since that’s the case, let’s settle on this plan!”
He paused for a moment and added, “I will send someone to notify the experts skilled in Worm Fruit divine calculations within our clan. As long as they can find traces of where they were hiding in the Yunluo Mountain Range, we can definitely deduce something.”
Six thousand years have passed.
In the cultivation world, this isn’t considered a long time.
For those who are adept at Worm Fruit divine calculations, tracing back thousands of years is not impossible.
“Good, do everything possible to find this woman!”
“Hehehe… Who wouldn’t want to try with an emperor’s woman?”
Zuo Qingtian’s face lit up with a fervent smile. After all these efforts, there was finally some progress.
Zhuang Hongyi frowned slightly and whispered, “It’s still difficult, but it’s at least a method.”
“I hope the diary will reveal more clues next.”
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Xuanqing Sect.
Recently, this third-rate sect located in the southern part of Azure Prefecture has been extremely busy.
It’s incredibly lively.
First, countless sects came to visit, some from local sects in Azure Prefecture, others from other prefectures and even more distant places.
Their purpose was naturally to purchase information materials.
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Afterward, visit the emperor’s former residence.
Experience the path of cultivation of an emperor firsthand.
Cultivation values opportunity.
Being able to closely observe a wooden house where an emperor once lived, seeing old weapons he once used, and studying the techniques he once practiced, counts as an opportunity. Perhaps someone fortunate might gain unexpected rewards?
When opportunity comes, anything is possible.
Moreover, the news that another emperor is aiding the Xuanqing Sect has already spread throughout the entire cultivation world.
Having two emperors guarding a sect is unprecedented.
Everyone knows that the rise of the Xuanqing Sect is unstoppable.
Now is the time to make connections, or else it will be too late later.
One day, Yan Changkong was listening to his disciples’ reports with great satisfaction.
He has been the sect leader for over a thousand years.
The sect’s spiritual stones have never been as abundant as they are now.
Currently, the Xuanqing Sect alone earns tens of thousands of spiritual stones just from selling information about the emperor.
This is an astronomical number.
Grand Elder Chen Xiu hurried over and whispered in Yan Changkong’s ear, “Master, the bl**d Spirit Sect’s Yan Shan has arrived.”
Chen Xiu hesitated for a moment and added, “Do you want to meet him personally? After all, the bl**d Spirit Sect is the largest sect in Azure Prefecture.”
Upon hearing this, Yan Changkong sneered, anger showing on his face, “Before, the bl**d Spirit Sect always oppressed us. Many of our disciples who went out for training died at their hands!”
“For thousands of years, the two sects have been constantly fighting. Grand Elder, how many of our disciples have been killed by them?”
Thinking of these matters, Chen Xiu also had a grim expression.
Yan Changkong continued, “To put it simply, eighty years ago, the bl**d Spirit Sect created a disturbance to seize a spiritual vein from us, resulting in the deaths of three hundred and twenty-eight of our disciples.”
“I remember every bl**d debt!”
Chen Xiu hesitated for a moment and whispered, “Should I go and drive them away now?”
Yan Changkong shook his head.
Chen Xiu was puzzled, unsure of what he wanted.
Yan Changkong said slowly, “Let’s meet them. It’s not the right time to create more conflicts.”
“Give me ten more years, and I will root out the bl**d Spirit Sect.”
As he spoke, he stood up from his chair, smiling and heading forward.
Chen Xiu watched his short figure, his eyes filled with complexity.
He and Yan Changkong entered the sect together.
Chen Xiu’s talent was actually slightly better.
At first, he wasn’t entirely convinced that Yan Changkong could become the sect leader.
But now, he increasingly admired this chubby young man.
These years, life in the Xuanqing Sect hasn’t been easy. Being a small sect, being bullied is common.
The competition between sects is even more ruthless and cold-blooded.
However, under Yan Changkong’s governance, despite not achieving significant growth, the sect has steadily progressed.
“Now, is he finally ready to show his fangs?”
Chen Xiu wondered, if I were the sect leader, could I do better?
After a moment, he shook his head, but his heart was filled with anticipation. The long-dormant passion in his heart had ignited!
In this world, the sense of belonging to a sect among cultivators is extremely strong.
Even stronger than the sense of belonging some sect disciples feel towards their families.
For a cultivator, a sect is home!
It’s the place that shelters them as they grow.
Many cultivators, regardless of their ultimate attainment or high status, always hold their former sect in high regard.
This is also why Yan Changkong dared to risk his life after learning that the Immortal Emperor was once a disciple of the Xuanqing Sect.
