Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 141 Wu Xingzhi
Xuan Yuan Sect.

Outside the main hall of Xuanyang.

A dozen or so disciples followed behind Shen Yu. At the very front of the crowd stood an old man with white hair and beard, his hands clasped behind his back at the end of the cloud steps.

He was Lou Zhengze, the sect leader of the Xuan Yuan Sect.

The fact that the leader of the most powerful clan in Chu personally saw someone off was quite an extravagant gesture.

Suddenly, a black crane cried out in the clouds and slowly flew in.

"Sect Leader Lou, what are you doing?"

A young Taoist priest sat atop a black crane. His face was as fair as jade, and his eyes were as bright as stars. He carried a long scroll on his back.

He was Wu Xingzhi, a descendant of Wu Daoxuan and a member of the Wu family, who had come from the Central Region.

He landed gracefully, and the black crane transformed into a streak of ink, disappearing at his fingertips.

"Such a grand display is truly overwhelming."

He has cultivated for over 130 years and has now barely reached the initial stage of the Golden Core realm. In the Central Region, he can only be considered an average person.

Their status within the Wu Clan of Immortals was merely ordinary.

Coming to this border region, I've truly experienced what it means to be above ten thousand people.

Wu Xingzhi muttered to himself, secretly reminding himself of the danger.

Do not let vanity disturb your Daoist mind.

Upon returning to his clan, Hua Lian's reputation plummeted, making him a laughingstock.

Lou Zhengze's aged and serious face blossomed into a warm smile: "What are you saying? Your honored guest has come from afar. This old man is from a remote and poor village, and his hospitality may not have been adequate. Fellow Daoist Wu, you are already very magnanimous to not take offense."

"Since we are parting today, how could I not come to see you off?"

After exchanging a few polite words, Wu Xingzhi took his leave.

"Sect Leader Lou, farewell."

"Fellow Daoist Wu, please don't forget to give my regards to Senior Wu Xunzhi."

The senior Wu Xunzhi mentioned by Lou Zhengze was an elder of the Wu Clan, who had traveled across the continent in his early years.

He had some connection with Lou Zhengze, probably by chance, and had once given him some pointers.

Although they are not quite in the position of master and disciple, there is still some affection between them.

At that time, the sect leader of Xuan Yuan Sect was just a greenhorn who had just established his foundation.

Now, the young man has become the sect leader of the Golden Core realm, while this senior, according to Wu Xingzhi, is already a powerful expert in the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

Wu Xingzhi nodded: "Definitely."

He was outwardly polite, but inwardly he couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

Venerable Master Xunzhi was kind-hearted and loved to guide younger generations.

In his youth, he traveled the world and mentored countless talented young people.

They would hardly remember this Sect Master Lou.

"Farewell."

Wu Xingzhi did not linger any longer. His fingertips moved with ink, which once again transformed into a black crane and leaped into the air.

He leaped up and sat on it.

With a clear cry, the black crane flew away into the distance.

Wu Xingzhi's figure quickly disappeared into the horizon of the blue sky and sea of ​​clouds, but the news he brought back was like a pebble thrown into a lake, stirring up ripples in the hearts of the Xuan Yuan Sect's higher-ups.

Beside Lou Zhengze, an elder who was also at the Golden Core stage frowned slightly and transmitted his voice, "Zhengze, is what this descendant of the Wu family said credible?"

The sect leader withdrew his gaze, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

"The techniques Wu Xingzhi used were indeed very similar to those of the senior Wu Xunzhi from back then, and the Wu family direct line token he held should also be genuine."

"..."

His eyes flickered, as if he was pondering something: "The former residence of a Nascent Soul cultivator, even if it only stores ordinary paintings, must not be an ordinary object."

"Does anyone in my sect possess that ink-stained jade?"

"So far, two people have confessed... one is at the Qi Refining stage and the other is at the Foundation Establishment stage."

Lou Zhengze frowned slightly after hearing this.

There is a piece of information that Wu Xingzhi mentioned, which the Xuan Yuan Sect has not revealed to the outside world: once this jade pendant chooses its owner, it cannot be taken away or transferred to another person.

Once the original owner dies, the spirit will automatically dissipate, and the number of people allowed to enter the Old Garden will be reduced by one. Although Wu Xingzhi made it clear that one's cultivation is useless in the Old Garden of the Daoist, in the eyes of these old foxes, nothing is absolute.

Those of our own kind who have this qualification to enter the park, of course, should have the stronger their cultivation level.

After casually dismissing his disciples, Lou Zhengze and the Golden Core elder used their escape light to return to the sect's main peak to discuss matters.

The rest of the cultivators slowly walked back to their sect along the mountain path.

The ancient pines along the way were lush and green, but no one had the mind to appreciate them.

"There are eighty-six pieces of black jade scattered outside, but our Xuan Yuan Sect has only found two so far."

Beside Shen Yu, an elder sighed, "Life is unpredictable. Who could have foreseen that this opportunity to cultivate immortality would be related to the art of painting?"

"Old Shen, do you think that Song Yan might have had this item back then...?"

Mentioning Song Yan's name made the elders' expressions turn sour.

In the Battle of Changping, Xuan Yuan Sect not only lost Shen Huai, but also lost face in front of everyone.

Now, relations between the two factions have reached a freezing point, and friction along the borders of their respective territories is increasing.

"That kid is only at the Qi Refining stage. Even if he gets the Black Jade, what can he do?" an elder said disdainfully.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized what he had said.

The Wu family descendants said that the opportunity involved had nothing to do with spiritual realm.

"..."

Shen Yu shook his head: "They should not be underestimated."

Although he loathed Song Yan, he was well aware of his exceptional qualities.

"It is truly strange that this child can survive in the deepest hell."

An elder standing nearby said, "It shouldn't be. Senior Wu also said that when ink jade recognizes a master, it is usually based on the level of skill in painting."

"As far as I know, this person knows nothing about painting."

A cold glint flashed in Shen Yu's eyes: "So what if he has it? Heh heh, if he really dares to take the ink jade to Daozi's old home..."

Everyone understood and said no more.

Shen Yu returned to the Elders' Council. The casual conversation among the elders earlier made him begin to doubt the authenticity of Song Yan's possession of this item.

His eyes flashed, and he took out a map from his storage bag.

Wu Xingzhi once said that although the ink jade was scattered throughout Changping, it would eventually guide the person who possessed the ink jade to the reappearance of the old residence.

"These black jade pieces are not too far from my hometown."

His finger traced outlines on the map.

"At most... it's within this area."

The State of Chu was indeed small.

but……

This area is far too large for the former residence of a monk.

How to determine the exact location?

"Qi State, Chu State, Ning State, Central Region..."

Further south of the Chu Kingdom lies the territory of the Great Tianshan Mountains, and so far no one has reported seeing the black creature flying due south.

In the southern borderlands... there probably aren't many people who are proficient in painting.

Most importantly, the distance is too far.

"Those two disciples in the sect who obtained the Black Jade have never left the sect, so this distance isn't far..."

"..."

He pondered for a moment, then finally drew a circle with his fingertip, marking the two locations.

"Longquan of the Chu Kingdom".

"or……"

"Zhongyu Junping."

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