Novel Full Chapter 302: Like Falling into an Ice Cellar
Realman Lingxuan looked at the Kongshan Sect disciple standing before him, the one who called himself “Yi Ning.”
This Kongshan Sect disciple, dressed in white daoist robes, was only at mid Qi Sea Realm.
Qi Sea Realm.
A Divine Ability Realm cultivator could, with a single thought, easily erase the existence of ten thousand Qi Sea Realm cultivators.
And a Divine Ability Realm cultivator before an Immortal Ascension great power was as insignificant as an ant.
For such an ant to claim he would collect fragments of the Heavenly Summit Mirror?
Anyone would call that a pipe dream.
Although Realman Lingxuan thought the same, he remained patient and harbored no prejudice against the young man before him.
Of course he would not look down on anyone below his realm; after all, back on Heavenly Summit Mountain, had Divine Union Realm cultivators not once sat in the Profound Scripture Hall listening to teachings alongside Body Forging cultivators?
So Realman Lingxuan spoke slowly:
“Do you know why I want the Five Great Sects to return the fragments of the Heavenly Summit Mirror?”
“I do not know, sir.”
“Do you know what the true purpose of the Heavenly Summit Mirror is?”
“I do not know, sir.”
“Then why are you helping me?”
“Because I know that the current resurrection of the great way on Chenping Continent is precisely because of the Heavenly Summit Mirror…”
The young man in pure white daoist robes smiled as he spoke. Even facing the Eighth Generation Steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain, a dignified Immortal Ascension great power, he showed no sign of backing down.
“Oh?”
Realman Lingxuan looked at the young man calling himself “Yi Ning.”
“If one wanted to sever the Path to Immortality on Chenping Continent again, the Heavenly Summit Mirror could achieve that.”
Yi Ning said,
“In this era, there should be no Immortal Ascension cultivators, correct?”
Lingxuan, in his moon-white daoist robes, fell silent for a few breaths, then asked,
“How do you intend to help me?”
“Leaving Lingxiao Temple, Mirage Palace, and Wind Ravine Valley aside, they all have Immortal Ascension cultivators stationed. But Star Heaven Sect does not, perhaps that can be your opening, can’t it?”
Yi Ning said.
Realman Lingxuan said nothing; of course he understood such obvious reasoning. What he waited for was what this young Kongshan Sect cultivator would say next.
“Then, I might be able to help you find the Heavenly Summit Mirror fragment lost by Kongshan Sect.”
Yi Ning said.
“How will you help?”
Realman Lingxuan asked.
Yi Ning then sat cross-legged in front of Realman Lingxuan, placing the palms of both hands facing upward on his knees.
His eyes closed at first, then suddenly opened, revealing only the whites.
Immediately the Kongshan Sect disciple in pure white daoist robes began to tremble violently; bloodshot veins crawled across his eye whites, increasing in number.
Eventually both eyes turned completely blood-red.
“Cough!”
Blood spat from his mouth, then he smiled and, pausing between each word, said,
“I—have—found—it.”
Realman Lingxuan watched indifferently as the young cultivator’s life force drained steadily.
“A—lso—in—the—Southern—Region…”
Then the young man calling himself “Yi Ning” collapsed forward, face down on the ground, utterly lifeless.
…
A light bird call sounded from the treetop nearby.
The bird tilted its small head, spread its wings, and flew southward.
“Ah…”
The girl sitting under the tree opened her small mouth and watched the departing bird with wide eyes:
“Why is it still flying south? There’s nothing south of here but the sea…”
This girl was Si Youyou.
Her small courtyard at this moment was located on the borderlands of the Southern Region of Chenping Continent.
A few hundred li farther south from here lay an endless sea.
Through all of Chenping Continent’s recorded history, no one knew what the sea’s end held.
That was the real reason no one had ever left Chenping Continent.
Many believed other continents must exist beyond Chenping Continent.
Otherwise, why would it be called Chenping Continent?
No one knew why it was named Chenping Continent, just as no one knew what the continent had been like before written records.
Who could say whether Chenping Continent represented the whole world, or merely a corner of it?
“Chen Yan!”
Si Youyou turned and shouted toward the carriage parked in the courtyard:
“I’m so bored, you should come out for some fresh air!”
Her long, slender fingers, pale and translucent with distinct knuckles, reached out from inside the carriage and gently drew aside the curtain.
Long confinement inside the carriage, away from daylight, had made Chen Yan’s skin increasingly pale.
Chen Yan could only leave the carriage for one hour each day, and only then could he avoid detection by those Immortal Ascension cultivators.
A month had already passed living like this.
A month ago he and Si Youyou had left the ferry floating in the sky and come to this remote corner town on the edge of Chenping Continent.
The town had barely two hundred households; none of the residents knew Chen Yan and Si Youyou were cultivators.
Or perhaps they simply did not know what cultivators were.
The town was too isolated.
“I want mung bean cake!”
Si Youyou said cheerfully.
There were no immortal pastries in this town; even moderately refined mortal snacks were a luxury.
Mung bean cake was the only kind of cake they could find here.
Si Youyou liked it very much.
Or rather, she liked anything sweet.
“Okay.”
Chen Yan nodded, then produced a few pieces of broken silver and handed them to Si Youyou.
“Going to buy mung bean cake!”
Si Youyou immediately turned and ran out of the courtyard.
The playful noise vanished the moment she opened the gate, replaced by a cautious, “Huh?”
She was naturally on guard.
In this town, Si Youyou had never seen anyone wear daoist robes.
Furthermore, these robes were pure white.
The little girl stepped back half a pace.
“Who are you?”
she asked in a low voice.
Chen Yan had obviously noticed the oddity at the gate as well.
“You are an old acquaintance of your brother, little miss.”
A young voice, neither sad nor joyful, came from outside. Then a thin-faced young cultivator in pure white daoist robes slowly stepped into the courtyard.
He walked a few paces forward, appraising the ordinary little courtyard, then said slowly:
“Cultivators ought to be carefree, free as the open sky. Yet now they have lost their original heart, relegated to one corner of the mortal world—what a pity.”
“…”
Chen Yan just looked at the slender cultivator without speaking.
The thin cultivator stopped before Chen Yan and smiled faintly.
“Long time no see, Chief Disciple Chen.”
Lu Li said.
It was the first time Chen Yan had seen Lu Li smile.
Like falling into an ice cellar.