Chapter 192: Return to the Sect — The Great Reunion!
White Feng suddenly recalled the auction at Xuan Guang City where he had once encountered an artifact from the Fallen Immortal Battlefield. Could that battlefield really be linked to this whole mess?
He sneaked a glance at Tian Yan and asked, “So, does your Sacred Ground know the true story behind the Fallen Immortal Battlefield?”
“Tian Yan shook her head. “Not much. Only that an immortal came down and triggered a conflict. The fight was so intense it even disturbed the Heavenly Way. After that, most of the descending immortals either evaporated back to the Immortal Realm or stopped showing up for secret reasons only they understand.”
White Feng nodded thoughtfully, “Got it. Thanks, Sister Tian Yan, for the info!” But inside, he was like, ‘More mysteries than ever…’
He suddenly had a flash of insight and asked again, “Hey, what if the Immortal Road opens again? Will more immortals descend then?”
Tian Yan went silent. She pondered for nearly a minute, then shook her head softly. “I have no idea. The connection to the Immortal Realm has been lost for way too long.”
White Feng murmured to himself, maybe he should ask Yun Yue Yao next—though if she hadn’t said anything, maybe there’s no immortals heading down anytime soon.
‘Eh, whatever. Walk one step at a time. Guessing at this point is just pointless.’
He shook his head and stopped dwelling on it, refocusing on the golden rift in the sky.
At that moment, he noticed mysterious rune patterns fading away steadily. bl**d was receding too, and he felt an odd sense that spiritual energy was thickening—like the bl**d of an immortal transforming into pure spiritual force flowing into this world through the crack.
This phenomenon lasted until the bl**d vanished completely, the red clouds in the sky dispersed, and the golden rift sealed shut.
‘Yeah, the spiritual energy feels denser now.’
White Feng tuned into the changes, sensing that his mind sharpened, his cultivation thoughts became clearer, and the difficult problems he’d struggled with before now seemed trivial. Like he’d gotten an instant ‘buff’ for accelerated cultivation.
Suddenly, he turned to look at Bai Yu Mo, who was radiating an increasing aura. He could clearly feel her spiritual power surging—if he could see her dantian, he’d notice her Golden Core swelling slowly, gathering a torrent of spiritual energy that flooded her golden core.
He glanced around and saw many disciples, not just Bai Yu Mo, breaking through their bottlenecks. Even some elders stuck at a certain level seemed poised for breakthroughs.
‘Should I take this chance and break into Yuan Ying too?’
He recalled that the system reward for Yuan Ying wasn’t claimed yet. Now might be perfect—no one would suspect him sneaking a breakthrough.
He turned to glance at Tian Yan’s usual spot—only to find her already gone, probably having returned earlier.
‘Stealthy as always…’
Muttering under his breath, White Feng didn’t hesitate anymore. He activated the system reward, slowly closed his eyes, and directed spiritual energy into his Golden Core.
The bizarre phenomenon in the sky had ended, but its effects still rippled.
…
“Quite a few people are breaking through!”
White Feng looked around—Lin Yan, Zuo Qiu, and other Child of Destiny characters successfully advanced to Yuan Ying stage. Many disciples who were only at the Gold Core level also improved by a small realm. Even Little Snow, the obscure one, made it to late Foundation Establishment.
“Little Senior Brother, I’ve reached Yuan Ying!” Yu Yao suddenly chirped happily, grinning. “This cultivation stuff is way easier than I thought. Should we celebrate?”
“Definitely! Let’s celebrate properly when we get back,” White Feng said with a grin. “This time, I’ll treat!”
“Hehe, I can’t wait!”
Meanwhile, Little Snow trotted over, lifting its head to meow at White Feng.
“Okay, okay, you’re included too.” White Feng rubbed its head. “How about I make some new-flavor cat food for you?”
“Meow~~”
They were returning to the sect far sooner than White Feng expected—from the very same day, in fact.
Thinking about it, all the major sects and sacred grounds had lingered too long in Tian Luo City. They’ve finished what they needed to do, so no point sticking around. Plus, they needed to deal with the aftermath of the strange phenomenon.
White Feng didn’t slack off once back—he plunged into his busy schedule.
“Senior Sister Su, sorry to keep you waiting.”
He waved at Su Lan Qian standing under a tree.
Su Lan Qian quickly waved her hands, lowering her head and whispering, “N-no, I just got here not long ago.”
But that was a lie. Actually, she woke up before dawn yesterday, just when White Feng invited her to help with constructing formations, and she had been waiting eagerly at their meeting spot ever since.
“Let’s head to the formation site.” White Feng led the way while asking, “By the way, Senior Sister Su, did you read the book I gave you?”
“Mm, I finished it,” Su Lan Qian nodded. “Is that formation yours? Such an interesting idea!”
“Nope, I saw it in an ancient book I bought,” White Feng shook his head. “Today’s task is to combine the formation with the environment. The Sect Master already set up a mountain peak for me to play with. That’s where we’re headed.”
He pointed to a nearby peak—shorter than Qing Zhu Peak and overgrown with weeds due to neglect, needing some cleaning before building the formation.
“Oh, also congratulations on suppressing your Heart Demon and successfully reaching Gold Core perfection,” White Feng suddenly remembered. He pulled out a brush from his pocket. “I didn’t know what kind of weapon you liked, so I made you a special brush that can carve runes with spiritual power—just stroke it to draw a formation.”
“That’s thanks to you. Without your help, I wouldn’t dare face my Heart Demon at all,” Su Lan Qian took the delicate brush, holding it carefully. She looked at it with a gentle smile.
“Senior Sister, your Heart Demon should be close to vanishing,” White Feng added. “Come find me in the next few days to keep practicing rune formations. Once you master this, your Heart Demon’s threat will fade, and you’ll be ready to advance to Yuan Ying.”
“Thank you,” Su Lan Qian nodded gratefully. Suddenly, she remembered something. She reached into her storage pouch and pulled out a tiny box. “Here, for you.”
White Feng took the box, inspecting it—delicately crafted, with a semi-transparent lid revealing what looked like snacks inside.
From its shape, they seemed to be rice-flour cakes—though a bit crooked, not quite the neat shop variety.
