Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 993 - 483: Guan Tianqi’s Path of Cultivation, Friends Everywhere_2

"Maybe the Fellow Daoists on the forum can assist me with my present predicament."

Guan Tianqi quickly came up with this idea. When encountering troubles, turning to others for aid is the right approach, as he trusted that benevolent individuals would surely step forward to support him.

With that in mind, he swiftly composed a plea for help on the forum, detailing his ongoing challenges and hoping fellow cultivators who saw it would extend their assistance.

Oddly enough.

Although numerous pleas for aid appear on the forum, they rarely draw much interest without some incentive offered.

Yet, the moment Guan Tianqi's message went live, it swiftly drew the gaze of numerous readers.

"You're a human cultivator originating from the Spirit Ruins Secret Realm? That's truly uncommon."

"In such circumstances, acquiring an official status might prove rather difficult."

"During normal periods, the authorities could perhaps permit your entry and grant you legitimate recognition."

"However, amid the current conflict with demons, the Government maintains utmost caution toward any unauthorized human cultivators."

"They worry you could be corrupted by demons or acting as their infiltrator."

"Nevertheless, the expansive Great Xuan Dynasty hosts several unregulated cities."

"If your goal is to secure cultivation resources, you needn't head to the formal cities; venturing into those shadowy underground markets suffices, albeit those locales are chaotic and inherently perilous."

Mo Huma responded.

He believed the individual didn't necessarily require official status, since for pursuing cultivation, the world offered boundless options anywhere viable.

"That sounds reasonable, but why turn into an outlaw when legitimate status is attainable?"

"I suggest you openly disclose your origins and history."

"Honestly notify the Government."

"Following their examination, they will undoubtedly provide you with valid identification."

"Attempting to conceal details could lead to needless suspicions instead."

Another Daoist commented.

Evidently, he belonged to the Great Xuan Dynasty's Government and held profound faith in its integrity.

"Heh, ignore that naive advice."

"Fellow Guan hails from the Spirit Ruins Secret Realm, possessing no support within the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"As the saying goes, officials speak with forked tongues; you never know what complications they'll impose."

"While upright officers pose no problem, stumbling upon dishonest ones might leave you exploited entirely—never entrust your fate to others' mercy."

A different Daoist interjected.

Without question, he harbored a dim view of the Great Xuan Dynasty's Government.

Likely stemming from his humble origins, bereft of significant allies.

The bureaucrats he encountered were mostly venal, refusing action without bribes.

Upon receiving payment, they descended like ravenous beasts, eager to consume everything.

He hoped this fellow Daoist wouldn't suffer a similar fate.

"No need to overcomplicate matters."

"I possess a token for the Hidden Guard of the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"Refining this token integrates you into the Dynasty's Hidden Guard ranks."

"As a Hidden Guard member, no authority can probe your background, regardless of your Spirit Ruins Secret Realm provenance."

"Yet this commitment requires your service to the Hidden Guard and the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"Are you agreeable?"

This came from Ye Linglong, who puzzled over her abrupt surge of generosity.

But reading the post, she intuitively sensed that allying with this person could yield tremendous advantages for her, prompting the offer effortlessly.

As the Great Xuan Dynasty's Princess, securing Hidden Guard tokens proved effortless.

Still, in exchange, the recipient would fall under her directive, his location tracked by her.

"Such an expedient method exists?"

"Naturally, I'm eager to accept."

"Furthermore, serving the Great Xuan Dynasty would be my privilege."

Guan Tianqi marveled inwardly at the compassion of Mixed Yuan Conference participants. He hadn't anticipated that a simple query would rally so many Fellow Daoists to aid him zealously.

Moreover, they promptly devised a resolution, affirming that the Mixed Yuan Conference indeed formed a grand community.

Concurrently, he harbored no reluctance toward affiliating with the Great Xuan Dynasty.

Having endured as a Loose Cultivator for ages, he grasped a fundamental truth: beneath a mighty tree, shade abounds.

Solitary paths seldom conclude well.

In earlier days at Profound Abyss City, he yearned to enlist, but they dismissed him outright.

Bribes failed to sway them.

Now, circumstances had shifted; integrating into the Great Xuan Dynasty's Government equated to feasting from the communal trough, right?

Abruptly securing shelter under humanity's paramount force.

No superior foundation could exist.

"Excellent, you're under my wing henceforth."

Ye Linglong beamed with contentment upon his response.

After all, any cultivator bearing a Life Chart qualified as a talent, even with a Lower Grade one.

Should she assemble such talents in her service, the gains would prove immensely beneficial.

Regrettably, to date, she had only enlisted a fraction of Life Plate Cultivators.

For these practitioners exuded pride and defiance, rarely yielding to others.

Yet she remained undeterred, perceiving it as an invigorating trial.

Convinced that in due course, they would acknowledge her worth and pledge loyalty.

This marked her inaugural stride toward ascending as the Great Xuan Dynasty's Empress.

"Does this embody the prowess of the Immortal Destiny tied to reciprocal favor?"

"It effortlessly attracts the goodwill of fellow cultivators."

"Even prompting them to offer aid without hesitation."

"However, receiving such assistance incurs a karmic obligation."

"Repaying it is essential to balance the karma."

"Naturally, fulfilling karma holds no detriment; it's the essence of cultivation via reciprocal favor Destiny."

"Thus, I ought to engage more with cultivators, absolutely shunning isolation and embracing the world instead."

Guan Tianqi balled his fists determinedly.

He grew ever more attuned to wielding the Immortal Destiny upon him, particularly since a cryptic elder had awakened it, unleashing its full potency.

Yet he discerned that harnessing this Destiny demanded more nuance than he first thought.

He might accrue debts of thanks, just as others could owe him the same.

This implied opportunities to extend favors proactively.

Should recipients accept yet refuse repayment, calamity would surely befall them—potentially costing life, longevity, or fortune.

Therefore, aligning with the Government represented a profoundly astute decision.

It would facilitate encounters with myriad cultivators.

His path to higher cultivation resided within the Great Xuan Dynasty's Government.

Someday, he would revisit the Ice Prison, unveiling his might to those Noble Families.

...

In the interim.

"What location is this?"

Jiang Fan blinked at that instant, peering around with keen curiosity.

He understood that enigmatic Void Power had conveyed him here, leaving him powerless to resist, yet no destiny alerts had surfaced, indicating no peril lurked.

Had danger loomed, the warnings would have steered him elsewhere, not deposited him here.

Surveying his environs, he astonishingly confronted a enigmatic palace.

The palace's inner expanse predominantly featured a profound black hue, from its towering vaults and expansive platforms to its sturdy pillars, all seemingly forged from solidified obsidian, their surfaces smooth yet light-devouring, rather than mirroring, thus enveloping everything in a grave, oppressive gloom that burdened the soul.

The discernible borders of walls, pillars, and ceilings bore arcane, inscrutable runes. Unlike fixed symbols, against the ebony canvas, they pulsed with subtle dark golden luminescence, resembling distant stars strewn across the nocturnal firmament.

Upon focused observation, the faint glows drifted languidly, as though alive, each pulse imparting an archaic whisper, elusive to decipher, merely evoking boundless enigmas, as if encapsulating the profound secrets of cosmos and creation.

Before Jiang Fan could fully grasp his new surroundings, a venerable voice echoed profoundly in his mind: "Ninth Grade Prison Guard, welcome to the Immortal Prison Hall."