Qianyuan Continent, Great Yan Prefecture, Zhen Immortal Sect.
Six elders sat in the majestic meeting hall. The one in the middle had a frown on his face.
"Three months ago, the Sect Master, First Elder, and the others went to the Jade Sea to search for fortuitous opportunities. There hasn't been any news about them, but this morning, all the jade tokens with their soul auras in the Hall of Immortals shattered!"
Ninth Elder Wu Yuan.
In the past, he was not qualified to speak at such gatherings. However, he had the highest status and strength in the entire sect.
"The shattering of the jade tokens means that the cultivator's soul has dissipated, and he's completely dead …" Everyone's faces paled.
"The Zhen Immortal Sect might be one of the top ten sects in Great Yan Prefecture, but it's ranked at the bottom. With the death of the Sect Master and the elders, not only will it be difficult to maintain its status as a first-rate sect, but it might even be destroyed due to the decline in its strength."
Wu Yuen said with a heavy heart, "I called all of you here because I hope that everyone can come up with a good idea to tide over this crisis together."
In the cultivation world, the strong preyed on the weak. It was common for sects to be swallowed up by other factions after losing their combat strength.
"Many sects went to the Jade Sea this time. News of the Sect Master and the others' deaths will definitely spread even if we try to cover it up … However, it'll take some time for the news to spread. We can make preparations in advance. The most important thing now is to calm the people down and prevent unrest in the sect! "
"We have to calm the internal before we can resist external aggression … It's easier said than done! Unless we can find someone powerful or extremely senior to take over the position of Sect Master, or someone among us can make a breakthrough, it'll be difficult to stop this panic. "
"If it's so easy to make a breakthrough, the Sect Master and the others wouldn't have taken the risk …"
Everyone fell silent.
"It's difficult to make a breakthrough. As for finding an outsider to be the Sect Master, it won't be able to convince everyone, and it'll bring even more trouble. Since that's the case, can we ask Junior Martial Uncle to come out?"
Tenth Elder Yuan Buyi suddenly said.
Everyone was stunned. "You mean Junior Martial Uncle Su Yin?"
Ten years ago, during the annual disciple selection, an eight year old child named Su Yin had appeared out of nowhere. He had a born Taoism aptitude and an immortal bloodline … In order to obtain this genius, his master had personally made a move and competed with the sect leaders of the other major sects.
After a bloody battle, although his master won, he was also seriously injured. In addition to his old age, he passed away not long after.
This child's talent was so strong that even their master didn't dare to accept him as a disciple. They could only accept him on their master's behalf. As a result, he became their youngest martial uncle and the most senior person in the Zhenxian Sect.
"Master arranged for Junior Uncle to stay in the forbidden area at the back of the mountain right after he joined the sect, and he hasn't come out since. Even if he has an innate Taoism aptitude and has only cultivated for ten years, his strength should be limited. Asking him to come out … I don't think it will be of much use!"
"He's a genius that countless sects are vying for, and he has the highest seniority in the sect as well.
"Other than him, is there anyone else more suitable?"
"There's nothing else …"
"Since that's the case, let's ask him to come out. However, there are some things that need to be explained in advance."
After discussing for a while, Wu Yuen made the decision and said, "Given the current situation, no matter how strong Youngest Martial Uncle is, we have to agree that his cultivation is extraordinary and has reached the Master level! Only in this way will the other sects, who are eager to make trouble for us, be wary, and all the disciples will feel at ease. "
Cultivation was divided into nine realms: Juxi, Primordial Casting, Transcending Mortal, Transcendent Mortal, Celestial Palace, Zongshi, Legacy, Eternity, and Pseudo Immortal.
Only those who had reached 6-dan Zongshi realm were qualified to take charge of a first-rate sect and establish their own sect, earning the respect of countless people!
The sect leader who had just passed away, as well as their master, had reached this level of strength.
On the other hand, most of them were at Celestial Palace 3-dan and 4-dan.
Their Youngest Martial Uncle had been hiding in the back of the mountain all this while, and even they weren't aware of his strength. Since that was the case … they might as well just say that he was an unparalleled expert.
"It's easy for us to spread the news discreetly and create a ruckus, but what about Youngest Martial Uncle? He'll have to meet with others, and I'm afraid that he'll be exposed! "
Elder Yuan Buyi frowned.
"I have a 'Firefly Silk Robe' here. Once worn, it can conceal one's cultivation and aura. Even a Zongshi realm pinnacle expert would find it hard to notice. Give it to Youngest Martial Uncle and instruct him to disguise himself as an expert, and he mustn't make a move unless it's a matter of life and death … It should be difficult for him to notice it in the short term. "
Wu Yuen said.
"That seems to be the only way!"
While it was inappropriate to lie to others, given the current situation of the sect, they had no other choice.
"Since we're of the same mind, let's invite him out now!"
Seeing that there were no objections, Wu Yuen beckoned for two disciples in their twenties to enter the room. After receiving his instructions, they immediately rushed toward the back of the mountain.
…
At the back of the Immortal Subduing Sect …
Rather than calling it a forbidden ground, it was more accurate to say that it was the burial ground of the previous generations of ancestors.
Painting Sage Wu Daoxian, Chess Sage Huang Longtian, Calligraphy Sage Wang Qiancheng, Zither Sage Li Wannian …
The tombstones recorded the names of these influential figures one after another. Of course, that was just how they were written. It was hard to tell whether they were real or not.
"You have cleared the trials of the Zither Sage, Chess Sage, Calligraphy Sage, Gourmet Sage, and Agriculture Sage respectively. You have also cleared the final trial perfectly. From today onward, you are free!"
In a small straw hut in the corner of the forbidden ground, the fragmented spirit of an elder looked at the young man before him and said with a smile.
"I've cleared it?" The young man's eyes reddened in disbelief. "Does that mean that I can cultivate now?"
The person before him was the Little Senior Uncle that everyone spoke of, Su Yin!
Ten years! It had been ten whole years!
Everyone in the Subduing Immortal Sect thought that he had been working hard on his cultivation, but only he knew that he hadn't come into contact with any cultivation technique at all.
Zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, smithing, cooking, carving …
Every single one of them was personally taught and guarded by a fragmented spirit, and they were only allowed to leave after they cleared the trial.
Do you know how I have spent the past ten years?
If I had worked so hard during the college entrance examination, I would have been a Water Wood by now …
Indeed, Su Yin was a transmigrator. Ten years ago, he had transmigrated to this world and became an eight-year-old prodigy who possessed the Xiantian Constitution and the Immortal Bloodline!
He had thought that he would be able to learn a cultivation technique and make a name for himself … Who could have thought that what he learned was not cultivation techniques but the skills of mortals like zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting?
There were also chores like chopping firewood, gardening, and feeding pigs.
After transmigrating to a world where one could cultivate, who wouldn't want to rise to the top and become invincible?
It was the best time for him to cultivate, yet he was trapped here to learn these things … The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt.
"You can cultivate, but our cultivation technique isn't suitable for you," the fragmented spirit replied calmly.
Speechless, Su Yin was just about to speak when a loud voice sounded in his ears.
"The seventy-ninth generation disciples of the Subduing Immortal Sect, Chen Yu and Zhao Ruoxu, welcome Senior Granduncle!"
Tears streamed down Zhang Xuan's face.
You finally remember me!
Ten years ago, after that 'senior' accepted him as a disciple on behalf of his teacher, he made him swear an oath that he was not allowed to leave until he learned everything. As such, he was trapped here.
Now, he could finally leave.
I want to see what the sect looks like. I want to learn the true cultivation technique and soar to the top!
Filled with agitation, Su Yin bade farewell to the fragmented spirits.
Even though he felt like he was in a cage, he still couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to part with it.
Zhang Xuan placed the wooden carvings, puppets, paintings, and flowers that he had planted into his storage ring before closing the straw hut. Then, he walked to a small courtyard surrounded by fences.
"Awooo! Awooo! Awooo! "
As soon as he walked in, a Donkey suddenly cried out. Following which, a tortoise slowly raised its head.
"Hungry …"
Following which, a parrot flew up to him and spoke.
When he first came in, the sect sent people to deliver food and drinks to him. However, after he learned the Art of Agriculture and became self-sufficient, he lost contact with the sect.
The Donkey was sent to him by his' senior 'when he first started farming. As for the tortoise and the parrot, he learned the Art of Rearing Birds and Beast Taming and had the sect leader's junior nephew catch them for practice.
Eventually, even though he passed the examination, he developed feelings for them. On top of that, they were just ordinary animals, and he knew that they would be eaten if he let them out. Thus, he decided to keep them and raise them. In the blink of an eye, many years had passed since then.
Seeing the anticipation in their eyes, Su Yin smiled and said, "I don't know what the outside world is like. I'll come and fetch you after you settle down."
He had never been to a sect before, so he didn't know the rules. It would be inappropriate for him to bring the donkey, the tortoise, the parrot, and the others there.
After settling everything, Su Yin walked out of the Forbidden Grounds.
Shortly after he left, the Lingering Spirits beneath the tomb appeared once more. They had complicated looks in their eyes.
"As expected of the Xiantian Constitution. It's a rare sight even in the Celestial World!"
"Any one of our Saint abilities is enough to shock the world, and countless people in the Celestial World would go crazy over it. Yet, he managed to learn them all by himself. It's truly inconceivable!"
"It's a pity that we didn't impart any cultivation techniques to him. Otherwise, his talent wouldn't have been weak!"
"In a lower realm where the spiritual energy is murky, imparting the cultivation techniques of the Celestial World to him won't do him any good. On the contrary, it might even harm him. Besides, it's impossible for him to gather all thirty-six Saint Paths in one body. We don't have a suitable cultivation technique for him either."
"That's true. However, every Saint Transcendence will receive a gift from the Celestial World. After thirty-six times, even if he hasn't cultivated it, his Celestial Constitution will be at least at Minor Accomplishment! Furthermore, with the fusion of the Saint Paths, he will be able to remember everything he learns. As long as he starts cultivating, he will definitely improve quickly. "
Many thoughts flashed through their minds.
No one knew that the names and titles carved on the tombstones were all real. The Immortal Suppressing Sect didn't suppress Immortals, but a Celestial Tomb!
Buried in the tomb was a group of Saints who had reached the peak of a certain skill, but died for unknown reasons!
Su Yin didn't know about their conversations. For the past ten years, he had never talked about anything other than the cultivation techniques with the Lingering Spirits. He knew nothing about the Celestial World or the Qianyuan Continent.
He also didn't know that what he was learning wasn't a punishment, but a form of cultivation. Even in the Celestial World, it was shocking.
At this moment, he was standing outside the Forbidden Grounds, looking at the roiling clouds in the sky with his mouth agape.
He wasn't the only one. Even Chen Yu and Zhao Ruoxu, who had come to welcome him, were confused.
The sky was clear just a moment ago. Why did the weather change all of a sudden?
Countless colorful clouds gathered together, and under the illumination of the sun, thousands of auspicious rays of light gradually formed a huge character — — "Saint"!
It was as if a Saint had come out of seclusion.
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