Novel Full Chapter 2163: A Hundred Flowers Bloom
Chapter 2163: Chapter 2163: A Hundred Flowers Bloom
In a small village.
Aduo is learning how to cook.
"Before learning how to stir-fry, let’s first learn knife skills, which is how to cut ingredients. After that, we must also learn how to select ingredients."
Li Jiaojiao demonstrated live on the spot.
For this one-on-one teaching, Li Jiaojiao showed great interest and focus.
Moreover, the efficiency was high.
A day passed, and Aduo could already recognize various ingredients and knew how to select them.
"Come, I’ll teach you how to cut vegetables and flip the wok."
Li Jiaojiao taught tirelessly, enjoying the process.
With the help of this senior Chef God, Aduo improved quickly. In just a few days, she became a real Spirit Chef, and a level four one at that.
The people of the ancient village were also protected by Li Jiaojiao.
"For safety, I have decided to build a Holy City here in your ancient village to fend off actions below the level of a Heavenly Venerable, sufficiently protecting your safety."
Li Jiaojiao said so.
Building a Holy City was not her specialty.
But, she had a reserve.
Before leaving the Misty Holy Sect residence, Shi Lei had handed out a miniature city to many people, and naturally, Li Jiaojiao received one too.
This was crafted by Eldest Senior Brother Shi Lei!
"Go!"
Li Jiaojiao casually threw it, and a miniature Holy City appeared in mid-air and slowly expanded until it became a Bagua City with a ten-mile radius, then descended.
This city had its own defensive formation.
Once activated, it could automatically absorb nature’s spiritual energy to replenish what the formation needed, very convenient.
Even a Peak Six-Turn Heavenly Venerable couldn’t break it after continuous ten-thousand-year bombardment, very solid.
"From now on, we’ll live in the city!"
Li Jiaojiao said, pointing at this miniature Holy City.
Heavenly Sword Sea.
An island, a hundred miles in circumference.
This place was covered in blood, bones all over the ground, obviously a massacre happened here to a certain family.
In front of a high platform.
A slender young girl knelt on the ground, her body covered in blood, looking at a deceased person in her arms, her almond-shaped eyes filled with grief.
"Father, Mother, no..." The girl cried bitterly, "I must take revenge, I’ll kill all the enemies of our Wang Family!"
"Kekeke, are you dreaming?"
Behind her, came bursts of harsh laughter.
A team approached, holding knives.
The leader was a Quasi-Heavenly Venerable.
And this slender young girl was only a Hundred-layered Immortal Emperor, not a match for them at all.
"Your Wang Family offended our Moon Sea Holy Temple, the Hall Master personally ordered to exterminate you, and by the way, capture Wang Family’s most beautiful lady Wang Xue for us. So, you’re the daughter of Patriarch Wang, Wang Xue? I’ve heard your physique is very special, and any child born from dual cultivation with you will have a strong physique. Really want to try. Alas, you are destined to be offered to our Hall Master."
The Quasi-Heavenly Venerable asked with a smile.
At this moment, he held a knife in one hand and a cloth in the other, gently wiping blood from his knife.
"I... will kill you all!"
Wang Xue suddenly threw out a Spirit Talisman, which exploded and condensed into a massive finger, wielding the power close to a Quasi-Heavenly Venerable level, pointing at the man.
Simultaneously, Wang Xue turned and fled.
She knew, this backhand couldn’t hurt or kill the opponent, could only buy time.
"I must live, I must take revenge!"
Wang Xue clenched the sword in her hand, quickly fleeing.
"Tricks of a mere child."
The Quasi-Heavenly Venerable with the knife sneered, slashed, and the huge finger was split in two on the spot, he then leaped, attacking from above, lightly palming the girl’s back.
"Puff!"
The girl spat large amounts of blood, fell to the ground, feeling completely powerless, unable to move anymore.
Tap tap tap!
In the distance, a woman dressed in black clothes and skirt, with a black veil hat, walked over.
"Who?"
The knife-wielding man shouted.
The newcomer wasted no words, drew the sword, sheathed it.
The young girl Wang Xue soon discovered that those Quasi-Heavenly Venerables and Half-Step Heavenly Venerables were already lying on the ground, each clutching their neck, dying with eyes open.
"My name is Mo Ying, what about you?"
The newcomer walked up to Wang Xue, removed the hat, revealing a stunningly beautiful snow-white face.
"My name... is Wang Xue."
"Would you like to be my disciple?"
"I... I would."
Wang Xue didn’t know where she got the strength, knelt in front of Mo Ying, kowtowed and acknowledged her as her master.
She recognized it.
The other was a first-generation disciple of the Misty Holy Sect!
To become her disciple meant joining the Misty Holy Sect, wouldn’t revenge be an easy task?
"I am very strict." Mo Ying said.
Wang Xue knelt on the ground, her face covered in blood, with determined eyes, said, "I will not rest until my parent’s revenge is taken. No matter how strict Master is, I will endure."
"Very good, very good."
Mo Ying helped Wang Xue up, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood off her face.
At dusk.
A fire burned down the entire island.
In the void.
Two graceful figures dressed in black clothes and skirts, with black veil hats, flying on slender flying swords, headed towards the depths of the vast Heavenly Sword Sea.
Heavenly Sword Sea, another area.
There was a tall peak.
At the summit, there was a training ground.
One man and two women, were practicing swordsmanship at the training ground, every Sword Qi was naturally formed, containing the Great Dao, lightly waving the sword forward, could cut down a mountain.
"Amazing!"
Cultivators around the training ground came admiringly, especially the younger generation, eager to become disciples under the trio.
"Today, we are recruiting disciples."
Huo Yunjie finished his sword dance and said to everyone.
He, Lin Yuyan, and Baixue Ding each sat on the three thrones in the center of the training ground, looking forward, where stood hundreds of young talents.
Everyone was eager, ready to participate in the selection trials.
"My sword emphasizes the Emotional Sword, the Sword of Protection. If your Sword Dao is just for killing, then do not join my ranks."
Huo Yunjie declared loudly.
Quite a few people were immediately silenced.
"Begin the test."
Huo Yunjie pointed to the sword in front of him, "Grasp this sword, those who are destined can become my disciples."
Everyone looked at each other.
Soon after, they lined up, one by one touching Huo Yunjie’s sword, but it elicited no response.
"Sigh..."
Huo Yunjie shook his head.
It seemed, these people were not destined with him.
Huo Yunjie stationed in the training ground, continuously testing batch after batch of talents, but after several days, there were still no results.
"Husband, finding disciples is too hard."
Baixue Ding couldn’t help but complain.
Every day, they tested thousands of talents, and after several days, they had tested over ten thousand, but no one met the requirements.
She couldn’t help but wonder if they should lower the standards.
"Finding an excellent disciple is of course difficult, but even if it takes a long time, it is worth it."
Huo Yunjie was calm and patient.
"Alright!"
Lin Yuyan and Baixue Ding exchanged a glance, each seeing the helplessness in the other’s eyes.
They initially planned to each teach a disciple.
Later, they felt that perhaps three people teaching one disciple might cultivate a more exceptional student, one that would amaze others.
In an ancient courtyard.
A clumsy young girl was standing on a mound of earth, pointing forward to a peculiar landscape of structures, saying: "Big brother, do you think I can really become a master architect in the future?"
"You can, I have faith in you." Shi Lei earnestly nodded.
He was traveling the lands.
Eventually, he crossed the Heavenly Sword Sea ahead of schedule, arriving at the western shore of Liangzhou, by chance encountering this young girl.
She was only six years old.
Yet, she was deeply passionate about the study of various unique architectures and had crafted various structures herself, with a unique understanding of conventional architecture.
This made Shi Lei’s eyes light up.
He chatted with this young girl named "Du Juan’er" for a while; although she was merely a Human Immortal, her cultivation level was indeed too low, yet the conversation became increasingly congenial.
Especially in the study of formation and architecture, their opinions surprisingly aligned.
"Haha, watch this!"
Shi Lei pointed forward with his bare hand, the surface of the earth transformed, rocks and soil automatically assembled, quickly constructing a sharp-topped building on the ground.
It appeared ancient yet subtly majestic.
"Wow, big brother, you’re amazing!"
Du Juan’er’s little face was full of admiration.
"Want to learn?" Shi Lei asked.
"I do." Du Juan’er nodded.
"Great, then become my apprentice; I will personally teach you cultivation and the construction of various other buildings. Of course, you must earnestly comprehend the laws of reality."
Shi Lei earnestly advised.
"Du Juan’er pays respects to Master!"
The little girl knelt on the ground, obediently made a grand gesture towards Shi Lei, amusing him to laughter.
"I, Shi Lei, finally have a disciple!"
Shi Lei looked into the distance.
In his mind, the image of Wang Teng on another timeline surfaced unbidden. If possible, he would have preferred to be Wang Teng’s master, but unfortunately, Wang Teng’s path of cultivation differed from his own, leaving them without destiny of mentorship.
"By now, Wang Teng has likely grown a lot; I wonder if he has reached the Five-turn Heavenly Venerable."
Shi Lei murmured.
Thus, he sent a message through the Void Heavenly World, having a brief chat with Wang Teng, discovering that the latter had just broken through to Four-turn Heavenly Venerable and had already become a leader.
"Impressive, if I could visit the 626 timeline, I would definitely come to play with you."
Shi Lei was very pleased.
The little guy from back then had now grown into a Four-turn Heavenly Venerable, which truly wasn’t easy.
Elsewhere.
Yan Ruyu and Ji Ziling encountered Jia Yulan and her companions searching for disciples outside. Thus, they formed a small team and arrived at the vast land of Shenzhou.
This was the territory of Wuyuan Great Dao Venerable.
As disciples of the Misty Holy Sect, upon entering this region, they were surrounded by numerous prodigies.
"Immortal Maiden, please accept me as your disciple."
Many people knelt on the ground, calling out.
Yet, after touching the Fate Purple Gold Bell, the bell remained silent, indicating no destiny.
"These people have impure motives!"
Jia Yulan pursed her lips, glancing at them knowing these prodigies coveted their beauty, attempting to enter the Misty Holy Sect through their aid.
"Let’s go to Wuyuan City."
Jia Yulan and the others did not linger, taking the Teleportation Array directly to Wuyuan City to seek disciples.
Heavenly Sword Sea.
After busying himself for over half a month, Huo Yunjie tested over a million prodigies but none could make his Life Divine Sword tremble, indicating none had the destiny of a master-disciple relationship.
"Alas, it’s truly difficult! Ladies, shall we move on?" Huo Yunjie chose to search elsewhere.
"Mm, alright." The two ladies followed.
Liangzhou, an ancient city.
Heavy rain poured down.
A sharp-eyed young man carried a red coffin on his shoulder, a white cloth tied around his forehead, clad in white, walking towards the formidable and cold mansion ahead.
"Zhao Family, are you happy now?"
The young man shouted angrily at the tightly closed door.
"Wang Chan, get lost! Otherwise, don’t blame our Zhao Family for being ruthless. Also, put down Miss Zhao Ling’er’s coffin, lest we break your dog legs."
The mansion’s gate opened.
A middle-aged man dressed in black walked out.
In the rain, the two exchanged glances across the distance.
The young man Wang Chan put down the coffin, drew a sharp sword from behind, saying: "Ling’er and I loved each other, yet you forced her to marry another, causing her to destroy her Divine Soul. Now, I will avenge her and kill you!"
"A mere Hundred-layered Immortal Emperor, you dare?"
The black-clad middle-aged man raised a hand, revealing the aura of Quasi-Heavenly Venerable Realm, a terrifying pressure causing the torrential rain to halt, immobilizing Wang Chan.
"I dare not? Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, never trivialize a struggling youth!"
The young man Wang Chan roared.
In the next moment, a powerful ancient aura revived within him, instantly elevating his cultivation to Half-Step Heavenly Venerable Realm and further breaking through to Quasi-Heavenly Venerable Realm.
"With my sword, I shall kill you!"
Wang Chan leaped up, clutching the sharp longsword, fiercely thrusting towards the black-clad middle-aged man’s face.
"Interesting, what kind of sword is this?"
The man furrowed his brows, extending two fingers, gripping Wang Chan’s sword, discovering it to be a Quasi-Heavenly Venerable Divine Weapon, housing a powerful Artifact Spirit.
The opposition was not inferior to himself!
Wang Chan broke through to Quasi-Heavenly Venerable Realm by allowing the sword’s Artifact Spirit to reside within him, hence temporarily boosting his cultivation, but this would severely damage his body, crippling him after this battle.
"Sacrificing your future for revenge, foolish!"
The middle-aged man scolded, his other hand formed a palm, striking Wang Chan’s chest, sending him flying, spitting blood mid-air.
Clang!
Wang Chan gripped the sword hilt with both hands, the blade piercing the hard paving stones, supporting himself as the rain washed away the blood from his mouth.
"For the sake of the one I love, I willingly forgo my so-called future. You don’t understand!"
Wang Chan straightened his back.
"My sword is the sword of protection."
"I will protect Ling’er."
"It’s a pity... I failed, for she has already been killed by you. Since that’s the case, Demon Sword, I willingly sacrifice myself to slay this person."
Wang Chan raised the Demon Sword high.
"I will fulfill you." From within the Demon Sword, a chilling and deep voice echoed, causing Wang Chan’s aura to surge further, lifting the sword to attack the black-clad middle-aged man.
"Stubborn fool!"
The middle-aged man raised a hand, grasping the Demon Sword, while the other pointed nine times, breaking nine points on Wang Chan’s body sequentially, causing his aura to plummet back to the original Hundred-layered Immortal Emperor.
Thud!
Even the Demon Sword fell to the ground, its demonic glow dimmed, evidently at the brink of exhaustion.
"Why!"
Wang Chan was extremely unwilling.
"Because you’re relying on the Demon Sword’s power, not your own strength. If you were truly in the Quasi-Heavenly Venerable Realm, maybe I’d give you some respect. Unfortunately, there’s no ’if.’ Next, I’ll send you to reunite with Miss Zhao."
The middle-aged man raised his hand, intending to smash Wang Chan’s head and send him on his way.
However, high above.
A longsword swept down, cleaving the black-clad middle-aged man in half, his body collapsing on the ground.
"Who is it?!"
Wang Chan raised his head, only to see a man and two women standing in the rain, the white-clad young man extending his hand towards him.
"Would you be willing to become my disciple?"
[PS: This Chapter’s word count exceeds 4100; recently, the storyline is about new and old legacies. Since this is a sect-oriented narrative, the disciples who have grown should also have their disciples. In these Chapters, I will write about the disciples of several main characters to fill the storyline. Good morning!]