My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

470 Sacred Heart Sect Master

Qin Huai quickly understood what was happening.

“Who are you?” A distinct voice rang out before him. The blood-red threads slowly formed into a figure, but it was extremely blurry and seemed ready to dissipate at any moment.

Bang!

Without hesitating, Qin Huai threw a punch, breaking the figure apart. However, in the next moment, the figure reformed elsewhere.

Not giving up, Qin Huai continued his onslaught, breaking the figure apart time and again.

“Who are you?” the voice echoed again and again, casually repeating the question in Qin Huai’s ears.

Eventually, Qin Huai gave up on the idea of eliminating this illusory figure.

“This is the first time I’ve met someone who can take my totem,” the voice stated, sounding intrigued. “And you seem to have used some kind of ability to alter the landscape around you and even your own appearance. Interesting.”

The voice seemed youthful, but Qin Huai knew the entity it belonged to was anything but young.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Oh, are you afraid I’ll discover your identity through your voice? Don’t worry, I’m not that resourceful.”

Qin Huai stared at the figure, staying silent. He tried to distance himself from it, but it seemed to cling to him relentlessly.

“You’re a tough one. You still won’t speak, huh?” The figure sounded displeased. “Even though you’ve changed your appearance and aura to hide your identity, I still know where you are.”

The entity sounded excited. “Qingzhou!”

Qin Huai’s heart skipped a beat when he heard that. Was this the Sacred Heart sect’s master? He had appeared before him from who knows how many miles away and pinpointed his location accurately.

“So, do you want to join our Sacred Heart sect?” the entity asked. “I haven’t come across someone as unusual as you in quite some time. If you join us, I might consider making you the deputy sect master in the future.”

Qin Huai remained silent. Against the Sacred Heart sect’s master, he resolved to make fewer mistakes by keeping quiet. He didn’t believe he was a match for such a being. One needed to know their limits.

“Oh, was the offer of future deputy sect master too unrealistic?” the voice questioned. “How about I offer you the position of the second Holy Son?”

The Sacred Heart Sect Master laughed. “Hahaha… Seems like I really can’t win you over now.” It sounded as though he wasn’t bothered in the least.

“Since you managed to get my totem, you should understand how powerful my sect is,” said the Sacred Heart Sect Master slowly. “In half a year, you can announce your decision to join us anywhere in Qingzhou City. My offer will still stand.

“But after half a year, I’m not sure you’ll be able to survive without the protection of the Sacred Heart sect.”

The figure of the Sacred Heart Sect Master gradually vanished, leaving Qin Huai sitting on the ground, reeling from the encounter. He felt as if he had just narrowly escaped death.

“Even if I did manage to get the sacred sovereign totem, does that mean I’m linked to the Sacred Heart Sect Master? After all, this sacred sovereign totem was made by that person…”

Qin Huai was deep in thought. He was certain that the other’s power had fully disappeared. Even the Sacred Heart sect’s master wouldn’t be able to use this ability too frequently or for long durations.

“Will something significant happen in half a year?” Qin Huai recalled the last words of the Sacred Heart sect’s master, feeling more and more uneasy. It seemed likely that they were planning something big in Qingzhou.

Pondering these matters, Qin Huai could only conclude that Qingzhou was in for some major changes.

“The chaos is only going to increase,” he muttered, gradually retreating from the bronze realm and sitting down in the cave, sweat pouring down his face.

But soon, he stood up and continued his journey toward Qingzhou City. He couldn’t afford to dwell on these matters now. The most important thing now was to secure the leadership of Wuji Mountain before the new chief could take over. At the very least, he couldn’t let it fall into the hands of his opponent.

Whether it was Wuji Mountain, Xiang Mingfeng, or She Wanshan, they all played crucial roles in his future plans.

…

Elsewhere, at a roadside tea stall in Great You, a man in a blood-red robe was sipping his tea.

Bang!

A rag landed on the table. “What kind of person are you? You’ve been holding that one cup of tea for an hour!” exclaimed the waiter, glaring at him. “You dress well, so you can afford to pay, right?”

“Hahaha! Don’t worry, you’ll get your money,” the man in red laughed heartily.

“Alright then, pay for the tea first. It’s just one copper coin,” the waiter demanded, holding out his hand.

The red-robed man sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out half a red copper coin. “Here, I really don’t have any more money. I’ll use this half copper coin to settle the debt. This coin can ward off evil spirits. With this, even a mighty demon wouldn’t dare to touch you.”

“If it’s that great, you should keep it! Can this thing be traded for two pig kidneys?” The waiter was unimpressed. “Listen, if you have money, pay. If not, you can wash dishes for me!”

“Young man, you’re missing out on a big opportunity…” The red-robed man sighed.

“And do you realize you’re about to get a beating?” the waiter retorted, cracking his knuckles.

Silently, the red-robed man stood up, pocketing the half copper coin. He walked over to the waiter, his face impassive. “Where are the dirty dishes?”