Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1733 - 929: Remodeling the Grotto Heaven, The True Self Accepts a Disciple

Burial Immortal Ruins, Wooden Fish Mountain.

Fang Yan casually strolled the bustling street, his gaze sweeping over the array of eye-catching treasures, igniting a fiery excitement within his heart.

After a brief interval, his steps faltered before a corner stall. There, a string of Money Swords, placed prominently at the stall's edge, held his astonished gaze, causing tumultuous waves to surge through his mind.

"The Five Emperors Divine Coin Sword?! How could this be here? Wasn't it already transported to the Spirit Realm by True Monarch Chu ages ago?"

The proprietor of the stall, a demon cultivator marked by horns and wild hair, noticed a potential customer pausing. With immediate enthusiasm, it boomed, "Esteemed Taoist friend, what magnificent treasure has captured your attention? All items displayed here are offered at remarkably low prices, a purchase you certainly won't regret, I guarantee."

Just as Fang Yan prepared to voice his inquiry, a gentle touch landed upon his shoulder.

His expression shifted subtly as he swiftly turned his head. Before him stood a scholar-like middle-aged man, a serene smile gracing his features.

"Who might you be? And why just now..." Fang Yan queried, his tone sharp and his posture wary.

"Heh, I merely observed a potent aura of good fortune enveloping you and felt compelled to approach and share in its auspiciousness. Now that my purpose is fulfilled, I shall depart!"

Before the middle-aged scholar could finish speaking, he vanished into thin air, leaving not even a wisp of a trace.

"Hmph, an utterly peculiar individual!" Fang Yan muttered to himself, a sense of bewilderment settling upon him.

Yet, as he lowered his head, a sudden discovery halted him in his tracks: a jade scroll, shimmering with a milky white luminescence, had inexplicably appeared within his embrace.

"Wait, when..." Fang Yan clutched the jade scroll, his body suddenly frozen.

...

The Wind Realm was but a commonplace Constant Sand World, its planetary diameter a mere 780,000 miles. The density of Spiritual Energy within it was neither exceptionally high nor particularly low, offering little improvement over the Tianzhu Realm of his past.

On this particular day, high above an expansive complex of resplendent structures, a solitary figure materialized out of thin air.

The middle-aged scholar—nay, Zhao Sheng—was suspended in the sky, his Divine Thought extending outward instantaneously.

In a fleeting moment, all panoramas within a radius of tens of thousands of miles were perceived by his all-seeing 'eyes.'

Below, the architectural complex was constructed against the backdrop of a mountain. Amidst the undulating hills surrounding it, vast spirit fields were meticulously cultivated, complemented by over a dozen Spirit Medicine Gardens.

Several hundred miles distant, a colossal peak pierced the heavens. This mountain, designated Lingyu Peak, served as the very location of the paramount Sect's gate in this realm – the Great Lihuo Sect.

Seven centuries prior, Zhao Sheng had facilitated the relocation of a clan to this very Wind Realm. Their initial settlement was established in proximity to this influential sect.

More than seven hundred years in the past, Fang Yan held the humble position of an Inner Sect Disciple within the Lihuo Sect.

But now, seven hundred years later, this same individual had ascended to the esteemed rank of Supreme Elder of the Lihuo Sect, his cultivation having long surpassed the formidable Nascent Soul Realm.

Zhao Sheng's gaze drifted towards Lingyu Peak, situated a hundred miles away. Suddenly, his form flickered, vanishing from sight.

The rear slopes of Lingyu Peak were designated as the Forbidden Land of the Lihuo Sect. The Spiritual Energy concentration there boasted several times the potency of the outer world, and it was within this secluded area that the cave mansions of the sect's three Nascent Soul Ancestors were situated.

At this precise moment, deep within a luxurious cave mansion nestled in the back mountain of Lingyu Peak, the Nascent Soul Cultivator Lin Guangyao was immersed in solitary meditation.

Abruptly, a soft cough emanated from a shadowed corner, shattering the profound silence of the meditation chamber.

Lin Guangyao's eyes snapped open in alarm, his shock palpable as he beheld the sudden appearance of a gentle, middle-aged scholar within his field of vision.

Instinctively, Lin Guangyao opened his mouth to cry out, and a silvery-white Sword Jiao instantly launched itself forth, hovering above his head.

However, the instant his gaze met those calm, ancient eyes, an unnerving chill, originating from the deepest recesses of his soul, coursed through his entire being. He trembled uncontrollably, utterly paralyzed.

He was on the brink of death!

To make any move now would surely spell his doom!

Primal fear seized Lin Guangyao, consuming him with sheer terror. The Ling Guang Fei Sword, suspended above his head, plummeted to the floor, its pulsations of resistance fading until it too lay still.

Uncountable moments seemed to pass before, with a single blink of those profound eyes, Lin Guangyao was suddenly released from the terrifying grip of his trance.

Gasping for air, he sprang from the Jade Couch as if struck by an electric current, then immediately prostrated himself on the ground.

"This junior, Lin Guangyao, was unaware of the True Monarch's esteemed arrival and thus failed to offer proper greetings. I humbly implore the True Monarch for forgiveness!"

As the words left his lips, Lin Guangyao himself was taken aback, never in his wildest dreams imagining he would one day utter such a deferential plea.

In that very instant, a strange sensation of shame welled up within his heart.

"I am seeking a specific individual. The name and background of this person are detailed herein. You are required to locate this person for me with utmost haste. Upon successful completion, a generous reward shall be bestowed upon you."

As the words left his lips, Zhao Sheng sent a jade scroll tumbling toward Lin Guangyao.

Lin Guangyao carefully took hold of the jade scroll, his Divine Thought swiftly traversing its contents.

"Wang Sanbu... Twenty-nine years of age... possesses a Metal Spirit Root, or perhaps the Gold Element Spiritual Body qualification... Cultivation at the Seventh Level of Foundation Establishment... While the name could be a fabrication, the age and the listed qualifications are undeniably accurate."

A jolt went through Lin Guangyao’s heart and he scrambled to his feet, bowing deferentially. "This junior will exert every effort to locate this individual for you, Senior."

Zhao Sheng gave a slight nod. "Excellent! I have always had a soft spot for perceptive individuals. Should you succeed in finding this person within the span of three years, a top-grade Primordial Spirit Pill shall be your reward."

The mention of a 'top-grade Primordial Spirit Pill' sent a wave of elation through Lin Guangyao, who quickly bowed once more, deeply thankful for the senior's immense generosity.

Witnessing the man's clear willingness to comply, Zhao Sheng saw no need for further coercion.

In a mere breath, Zhao Sheng effortlessly rent the Void asunder and stepped into the Dark Sky, vanishing from view in an instant.

The black, abyssal rift in spacetime snapped shut and disappeared, leaving the stunned and trembling Lin Guangyao alone in the silent chamber.

He had already surmised that the visitor's might would be considerable, yet the true extent of this person's realm was something far beyond his wildest projections.