"Lingxiao Sect?"
Lu Ze was shocked.
The drama had actually found its way to his own doorstep.
That made it even more impossible for him to strike, because the person in the Lingxiao Sect qualified to receive this karmic fortune was most likely an old acquaintance of his...
"Who could it be? Senior Brother Zhong?"
The first person Lu Ze thought of was Zhong Yi.
Within the Lingxiao Sect, he was the one who valued loyalty the most and cared deeply for the common people.
"But I haven't heard of him doing anything extraordinary lately..."
Lu Ze rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.
To be honest, it was impossible not to be tempted by the system quest reward for upgrading the Myriad Soul Banner.
But if the quest target was Zhong Yi or another acquaintance, Lu Ze felt he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Forget it, forget it. What a garbage quest, I just won't do it!"
Lu Ze finally made up his mind, suppressing his desire to upgrade the Myriad Soul Banner.
"Besides..."
"I am a damn demonic cultivator, how could I possibly snatch some holy power of merit? Haha, hahaha..."
Lu Ze laughed dryly, dispelling the last lingering thoughts in his mind.
He stood up, preparing to head to Qingfeng Pavilion where Zhong Yi was, to witness the moment of Zhong Yi's sanctification.
Right at the moment Lu Ze pushed open the door, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
"Outside..."
"Why is it so bright???"
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Lingxiao Sect, Thunder God Peak.
"Auspicious clouds gathering at the peak, tens of thousands of rays of rosy light!?"
Zhao Wendao looked at the sudden heavenly anomaly, his hands trembling uncontrollably, the corners of his mouth rising higher and higher.
"Quick, go notify the Sect Master..."
"Our Lingxiao Sect is going to leave its name in history for eternity!!!"
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Tianxuan Gate, Xuantian Peak.
Sitting in the center of the formation, a white-haired old man stared deeply toward the border of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
That dazzling golden light, even from tens of thousands of miles away, still carried a peaceful and warm intent.
"As expected..."
The old man let out a faint sigh, then raised his hand to send a divine message.
"Elder Chi, take heavy gifts and hurry to the Lingxiao Sect..."
"To congratulate the new Saint."
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Qingshan Sect, Guiyun Peak.
"Bastard!!"
Zhang Yuxian stared angrily at the sky, a ferocious and terrifying dharma idol unconsciously manifesting behind him.
"Why is it the Lingxiao Sect again..."
"On what grounds!!!"
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Border of the Great Qian Kingdom, Sunset Immortal Valley.
"Master Qing, look! The clouds over there... are so beautiful!!"
The young girl, with an origami crane mark glowing faintly on her forehead, pulled at the black-haired youth cultivating with his eyes closed next to her and shouted excitedly.
"That is..."
The youth addressed as Master Qing felt the agony throughout his body sharply decrease the moment his eyes met the glow of the auspicious clouds.
The residual demonic qi in his body instantly weakened by another fraction.
"It's him again?"
Behind them, Qin Ming, dressed in a scruffy outfit, looked toward the direction of the Lingxiao Sect in surprise and nodded approvingly.
"I really didn't misjudge him!"
"Master... that's not what you said last time..."
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Zhong Yi's livestream channel.
"What!? There's a heavenly anomaly at the Lingxiao Sect, a Saint might be descending!?"
Seeing the sudden flood of comments on the screen, Zhong Yi, who was still immersed in saving a bankrupt soldier, suddenly stopped his in-game running.
An answer instantly formed in his heart.
"It's Junior Brother Lu!"
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...
The sudden heavenly anomaly could be seen no matter where one was.
The closer one was to the Lingxiao Sect, the more obvious the anomaly became.
Withered trees met spring, all things revived, and the world was filled with peace.
High-level cultivators rushed toward the direction of the Lingxiao Sect one after another. Countless spatial rifts were torn open, and cultivators from all directions appeared near the Lingxiao Sect, as if on a pilgrimage.
Auspicious clouds gathered at the peak, radiating tens of thousands of rays of rosy light.
At this moment, near the Lingxiao Sect, one could even feel heavenly melodies echoing, with the rhyme of the Great Dao lingering in their ears.
This was no ordinary heavenly anomaly, but a Saint's manifestation.
Faced with so many cultivators rushing over from all directions, the Lingxiao Sect slightly relaxed its travel restrictions, as this was a great opportunity to bring glory to their ancestors.
Moreover, those who came were all prominent figures; even if someone had wicked intentions, they wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.
Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the auspicious clouds in the sky, wondering where they would ultimately gather.
Inside the Lingxiao Great Hall.
"Congratulations to the Lingxiao Sect for producing another talent!"
Chi Shengtian sighed with emotion, his eyes complex.
After all, such a major event was truly too rare. The karmic fortune of the Lingxiao Sect was probably going to skyrocket, far beyond what other sects could compare to.
"Not at all... We haven't had any new people appear, I reckon it's just one of our elders who has accumulated profound merit and received the recognition of the Heavenly Dao? Hahaha!"
Sect Master Huang Xiao, who had just come out of seclusion, was smiling so widely his mouth was crooked.
After saying that, he looked at Zhao Wendao: "Elder Zhao, you've asked the other elders, do you have any clues?"
"Uh... The elders all said they haven't done anything special..."
Zhao Wendao scratched his head.
"Could it be one of our disciples?"
"Quickly summon the true disciples of all peaks!"
With a single thought from Huang Xiao, a divine message was broadcasted everywhere.
Although it wouldn't be long before the heavenly anomaly stabilized and they could know who had received the recognition of the Heavenly Dao, he simply couldn't suppress his inner curiosity at this moment.
"Fellow elders, which true disciple do you think it could be?"
The eight elders of the Lingxiao Sect whispered among themselves, beginning to guess.
"It should be True Disciple Zhong from Thunder God Peak, right? Judging by his character, he has long had the makings of a Saint..."
"True Disciple Zhou from Danqing Peak is also possible... Born into poverty with a resilient character, who knows how many rogue cultivators in the world have been inspired by him... If he becomes a Saint, it would also be a beautiful tale."
"What about True Disciple Li from Wenjian Peak? In terms of cultivation, she is probably the quasi-Saint of this generation..."
"Why is no one mentioning True Disciple Mu from Quijin Peak? If he obtained some fortuitous encounter, it's not impossible for him to achieve sanctification in the flesh."
...
The crowd chattered and discussed.
Soon, out of the seventeen true disciples from the eight great spiritual peaks currently in the Lingxiao Sect, fourteen had already gathered in the Lingxiao Great Hall.
"Senior Brother Zhou, what did Master call us over for?"
Mu Yawen rubbed his head, looking at Zhou Yue in bewilderment.
"Didn't you see the anomaly outside? That is a Saint's manifestation... Within our sect, there are signs of a Saint being born! The elders believe it is among the true disciples."
Zhou Yue explained.
He looked around; the only three who hadn't arrived yet.
Li Moran was still in seclusion and would take some time to rush over.
That old fellow Zhong Yi was probably livestreaming, and would likely be a bit late receiving the message.
As for Lu Ze, there was even less need to mention him; Elder Nangong couldn't control him, he was purely a free agent...
Apart from these three, Zhou Yue was very familiar with the rest of the true disciples present.
Including himself, whether in terms of strength or character, Zhou Yue didn't think anyone present could bear the title of "Saint."
"Hehe, then it must be Senior Brother Zhong!"
Mu Yawen smiled foolishly.
In his heart, Zhong Yi's image was extremely grand.
"But... Old Zhong recently said that Junior Brother Lu is probably going to become a Saint."
Zhou Yue shook his head, bringing up a different viewpoint.
"Where did Senior Brother Zhong say that?"
"In the illusion realm, why?"
"Then never mind, Senior Brother Zhong is a jinx in the illusion realm."
"...That seems to be the case."
Just as the two were chatting, the surroundings suddenly became restless.
"The auspicious clouds are moving... they are about to take shape!!"
"The result is about to be revealed..."
"How could this be... the person isn't in the Lingxiao Hall?!"
...
The boundless auspicious clouds above the Lingxiao Sect began to slowly gather toward the east, quickly drifting away from the skies above the Lingxiao Hall.
This meant that the one acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao was not within the Lingxiao Hall.
The possibilities instantly narrowed down to the remaining three individuals.
The curiosity of the countless cultivators present burned ever stronger.
"Only True Disciples Zhong, Li, and Lu are absent."
"It has to be True Disciple Zhong, right? The Great Dao Mantra is a sage's legacy to begin with. If he were to achieve sagehood, I think everyone here would be thoroughly convinced."
"True Disciple Li isn't lacking either, is she? Those who are free of worldly desires are closest to the path of the sage. If she achieves sagehood, she would probably be the first in the Lingxiao Sect to ascend to immortality."
"If the two of them were to achieve sagehood together, I suppose that wouldn't be impossible..."
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Under the fervent gazes of the crowd.
The auspicious clouds slowly drifted toward Lihuo Peak. Ten thousand rays of radiant light cascaded from the clouds, and the resonating Dao rhythms seemed to take on a physical form, making the very air feel heavy.
A streak of golden Xuanhuang Qi quietly condensed.
At the very center of this heavenly phenomenon, a young man in white stepped out from the Lingyu Pavilion, looking as calm and breezy as the wind.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
