Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2824 - 1044: Black Clouds Over the City, Grandmaster Sword Seed_3

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Arrogant disciples challenge Zhou Fuqiu, but he quickly overwhelms them with a powerful dark qi technique. Senior Sister Shi Miaoyin intervenes just as the situation escalates, reprimanding the disciples and apologizing to Zhou Fuqiu. She then informs him that their master intends to refine a powerful new magic item for him.
Four pairs of expectant eyes met his gaze, reflecting a mix of admiration, reverence, and perhaps even a tinge of envy and jealousy. "Boss!" "Brother Fu You!" "Fuqiu..." Zhou Fuqiu, with a graceful wave of his hand, ascended to the honored seat. "It has been a considerable time; I trust you have all been well over these intervening years?" As soon as the words left his lips, the four individuals began to unburden themselves, relaying their accumulated grievances. Evidently, the cultivation life within the esteemed Daoist Palace, which the younger generation outside so deeply envied, was far from the idyllic existence they had imagined. Here too, there existed factions, intricate alliances, fierce competition, and subtle yet potent suppression. Beyond the complexities of social maneuvering, the very act of cultivation itself presented a demanding and arduous journey. Among them, Zhou Ping’an, possessing the rare Five Spiritual Roots Constitution, was held in the highest regard. Yet, paradoxically, he was also the most disheartened soul within the entirety of the Yuheng Institute. His cultivation progress crawled at an agonizingly slow pace, and the substantial resources poured into his development seemed to vanish without a trace, always leaving him trailing behind in his cultivation realm advancement. His peers, like Zhou Yuwei and Zhou Yu Hao, had already attained the Late Stage of Qi Refinement. Meanwhile, Zhou Ping’an languished at merely the Third Level of the Qi Refinement Stage, a considerable distance from even the Middle Stage of Qi Refinement. Whispers circulated that the Yuheng Institute was contemplating ceasing their investment in Zhou Ping’an's cultivation. Manifestly, the path of Five Elements Cultivation imposed immense strain upon the younger disciples. At a mere twenty-one years of age, Zhou Ping’an already bore a countenance that seemed prematurely aged. Zhou Yuqi fared little better. His innate talent was merely average, and his father had leveraged considerable connections to secure him an auditing spot within the palace. He faced personal discrimination, his cultivation progressed at a glacial pace, and this was further compounded by recent, devastating news. "Fuqiu, is it truly true that my parents have passed away?" Confronted by those sorrow-filled eyes, Zhou Fuqiu maintained a remarkable composure. "You may inquire of the Clan Elders regarding this matter." Zhou Yuqi opened his mouth to speak, but ultimately, he slumped back into the chair, a picture of helpless resignation. Zhou Fuqiu paid little heed to his internal struggles, nor did he harbor significant concern for the circumstances of the other Zhou family members. Today’s gathering was merely a gesture towards fostering clan camaraderie, a superficial display of support. Cultivating within this Tian Nan Dao Palace relied predominantly on one's own efforts. The established path involved joining the Dao Palace, solidifying one's foundation at the Seven Stars Academy, achieving Foundation Establishment, and subsequently selecting a hall to join as a formal disciple. Only upon ascending to the Golden Core Period could one formally seek tutelage under the Four Great Hall Masters. Those who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage relied more heavily on their Golden Core senior brothers and sisters for guidance, supplementing this with personal comprehension during their daily cultivation practices. This very reality was the underlying reason for the congregation of so many individuals at Chaixi Palace today. Zhou Fuqiu had achieved meteoric success, eclipsing the accumulated efforts spanning several, even dozens or hundreds of years, by directly becoming an apprentice to the revered Qing Lan Fairy. How could such an accomplishment not ignite rampant envy in the hearts of others? Following a brief period of shared reminiscence, the four Zhou family members took their leave, not daring to further impose upon Zhou Fuqiu's time. As evening descended, a Senior Sister presented Zhou Fuqiu with a tome. This was none other than a Magic Treasure Atlas! The majority of the atlas remained sealed, yet a significant portion, one-fifth of it, was accessible. It was clear that his master intended for Zhou Fuqiu to pre-select a suitable magic item. Zhou Fuqiu possessed a deep fondness for such texts, recognizing their capacity to broaden one's knowledge and grant insights far beyond what his years would suggest. The magical items detailed within the Magic Treasure Atlas were no ordinary artifacts. Beyond elucidating their names, powers, advantages, and disadvantages, the atlas also chronicled the past battle exploits of those who had wielded these magical items. The more Zhou Fuqiu delved into the pages, the more his delight grew, yet with each discovery, he found himself thinking that while suitable, each item lacked a certain crucial essence. "My future shall never be confined to the Golden Core or Nascent Soul Realms; therefore, my Natal Magic Item for dual cultivation of Life and Spirit must possess boundless potential!" "Consequently, the magical items wielded by those who only attained the Golden Core Period or Nascent Soul Stage must inherently possess some form of deficiency." "I seek a Natal Magic Item once refined by a Divine Transformation Great Power!" With these resolute thoughts, Zhou Fuqiu turned to the final page. There, bathed in a brilliant luminescence, rested a pearl. "Sea-Stabilizing Pearl!" ... Deep within the suffocating embrace of the Azure Darkness. Unaware of the passage of time, perceiving only the vast, formless expanse of cosmic chaos. A solitary Daoist figure sat in quiet contemplation, cross-legged. He remained motionless, yet his very breath seemed to possess the sharpness of a sword, poised to cleave through the celestial canopy at any given moment. Suddenly! The Black-Clothed Daoist's eyes snapped open, and his entire being, all hundreds of his acupoints, trembled in unison. Innumerable streams of Sword Qi erupted ceaselessly, coalescing into a crimson tempest within the void. At the storm's core, the Black-Clothed Daoist gazed in utter astonishment at a solitary seed held within the palm of his hand."After two decades, the Sword Scripture has finally been mastered to the Grandmaster level." "However, this Sword Seed, condensed from Sword Qi, what exactly is it? There are no records of it within the Thousand Clouds and Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Scripture." "Could this be a peculiar transformation initiated by the System, much like the instances when various techniques reached perfection in the past?"