Chapter 690: Chapter 682: The Style of a Grandmaster
Profound Celestial Intent walked on the streets of the Qiankun Sect, thinking about the Supreme Sect. Although he missed the Supreme Sect, he had no desire to return.
He did not want to shoulder too much responsibility; he desired more to roam the world freely.
Even if the Supreme Sect had the extraordinary opportunities left by the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable, he still did not wish to go back.
Compared to the cultivation level, he had more pursuits.
In his view, if one lived only to live longer, it would be very dull. He enjoyed experiencing the dust and grime of the human world, interacting with different people, and he liked writing these experiences down, hoping that those destined to see them would make his life worthwhile.
Of course, the reason he was willing to stay away from the Supreme Sect was that Gu An had left. Although Gu An was gone, the sword intent left at the Heaven-Repairing Platform remained, showing that Gu An still had affection for the Supreme Sect.
With someone protecting the Supreme Sect, he had no worries.
“Hey, fellow Daoist, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?”
A voice interrupted Profound Celestial Intent’s thoughts. He turned his head to see a middle-aged cultivator approaching.
This person was wearing an elegant blue robe, his demeanor serious, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Profound Celestial Intent stopped, waited for him to approach, and then spoke, “I am Profound Celestial Intent, indeed, it is my first time visiting the Qiankun Sect. I came to broaden my horizons after hearing about your grand assembly.”
He had entered the Qiankun Sect openly, registered his identity, and handed over spirit stones, so he was not worried about any trouble.
The middle-aged cultivator spoke softly, “I have a few books here that can help you better understand the Qiankun Sect. Would you like to look at them?”
Turns out he was promoting books…
Profound Celestial Intent was somewhat disappointed. He couldn’t discern the man’s cultivation level and had thought he was a Great Cultivator. Now it seemed the man likely possessed some secret treasure, and his cultivation was probably not high.
“How many spirit stones?” Profound Celestial Intent asked.
Being new here, he didn’t want to instigate trouble. If it wasn’t too expensive, he could consider it a good deed.
“A hundred pieces of top-grade spirit stones,” the middle-aged man said seriously.
“So expensive? Forget it!”
Profound Celestial Intent shook his head and walked away.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man blocked him again, making him annoyed and ready to get angry.
The middle-aged man raised his right hand, twisted his fingers to reveal seven books, and Profound Celestial Intent was drawn to their titles.
Qiankun Secret History, Elder’s Apricot Loft Tour, That Night, That Wind, Those Emotions…
Just from the titles, Profound Celestial Intent sensed an author’s magnificent literary accomplishment, as if he saw a literary giant, comparable to himself.
“You definitely won’t regret buying them!”
The middle-aged man said earnestly, as though imparting a world-class secret manual.
Profound Celestial Intent asked, “May I take a look at a couple of pages?”
The middle-aged man immediately took out a book and handed it to him. He accepted it, flipped a page casually, and was astounded.
“I’ll buy it! Do you have any more?”
Profound Celestial Intent asked resolutely, determinedly.
“No more, but there will be more in the future. If you’re still here when the new books come out, I’ll find you,” the middle-aged man replied, shaking his head, always serious, leaving one unable to imagine him doing such things.
His attitude greatly impressed Profound Celestial Intent. What kind of conviction is this?
“May I ask for your name, fellow Daoist?”
After the transaction, Profound Celestial Intent raised his hand to salute and asked, his tone full of respect.
The middle-aged man returned the salute and then left with a single sentence: “I am Zhang Chunqiu.”
Zhang Chunqiu?
Profound Celestial Intent remembered the name, deciding to write it into his book.
Subsequently, Profound Celestial Intent lost interest in sightseeing and quickly found an inn to savour the newly acquired treasure.
Elsewhere, the Magic Battle Conference of the Qiankun Sect officially began.
An Zizai followed An Xin to see the excitement; they were warmly received by the Qiankun Sect’s senior members. Hearing that An Zizai was An Xin’s disciple made the senior members gaze at him fervently.
Wushi previously sent Tian Hao to the Qiankun Sect, a person who truly made the Qiankun Sect famous worldwide, bearing profound significance.
An Xin was Wushi’s eldest disciple; to be taken as her disciple meant that An Zizai must be an extraordinary existence.
However, they did not dare to recruit rashly; they simply endeavored to please An Zizai.
In the pavilion observing the battle, Yuan Luo sat on a chair, looking far towards the pavilion where the elders gathered, his eyes landing on An Zizai, frowning slightly.
He naturally recognized An Xin and respected her greatly; in his youth, An Xin had even given him a spell.
Yet seeing the elders’ attitude made him somewhat unhappy.
The Qiankun Sect was fine everywhere except for a lack of confidence, always needing Wushi’s assistance.
The twenty prodigies previously sent by Wushi were indeed strong, a few even made him troubled, but these people stuck together and never truly integrated into the Qiankun Sect. Sometimes, he worried they might betray them.
In his view, where in this world is there perpetual giving? Why did Wushi help the Qiankun Sect so much?
If in the future, Wushi needed reciprocation, how could the Qiankun Sect refuse?
Always relying on others, when can they become independent?
The Dao Court is like this, with too many factions, always clashing, unable to truly rule the world. Sometimes, one decision stirs internal debate for decades, centuries, and even the Master of the Dao Court lacks absolute power.
Yuan Luo noted An Zizai’s appearance, and An Zizai seemed to sense something, turning to look at him.
Their eyes met in the distance, and Yuan Luo quickly averted his gaze.
An Zizai frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable under Yuan Luo’s stare.
“That person’s name is Yuan Luo; he was once our Qiankun Sect’s top genius, quite remarkable. I can have him teach you divine skills,” Yi Qingshan said to An Zizai beside him, smiling.
Sitting beside the Sect Hierarch, such treatment stirred not only Yuan Luo’s interest; many disciples discussed An Zizai’s background.
An Zizai shook his head, “Thank you, Sect Hierarch, for the offer, but I have my master and martial uncles’ guidance, no need to trouble you.”
His words shook Yi Qingshan and the senior members.
So many of Wushi’s disciples teach him?
It seems Wushi intends to nurture him heavily!
This intensified the senior members’ desire to recruit An Zizai.
They wouldn’t doubt Wushi but instead believe An Zizai’s future was boundless, destined to become renowned worldwide.
Lv Xian, Chen Chuan, An Shengtian already had world-renowned names; this young man was likely to surpass these three.
An Zizai felt uncomfortable with their gazes, so he could only direct his attention to the ongoing combat ahead.
…
In the dim void, countless meteors drifted, while afar, nebulas shifted their forms, wondrously beautiful.
Fang Xuan, clad in red, walked on a sword, his robe fluttering, embodying the grace of an immortal.
Fang Xuan’s gaze was forward, his eyes calm, but his heart was slightly anxious.
“I wonder what the peers will think of me?”
Fang Xuan journeyed to this void, sensing the destiny of the Primordial Dao Emperor here, not the true Primordial Dao Emperor, as the destiny was lesser, but close.
He had studied the Primordial Dao Emperor for many years, encountering a bottleneck now, urgently wishing to exchange insights with others.