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Chapter 154 Storage Bag (Old Chicken wishes everyone a Happy New Year)

The courtyard gate opened by itself without any wind.

Lieshan stepped in, looking at Liang Cheng sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Seven days."

"Sooner than I expected."

Liang Cheng stood up and bowed, saying, "Thank you for protecting me, Master."

Lieshan waved his hand and looked him up and down for a moment.

"As ice and fire begin to melt, the sword intent advances further, and the foundation becomes solid."

He paused.

"Now that you've joined my school, as your master, I can't leave without showing some appreciation."

Lie Shan raised his hand and waved, and a palm-sized gray cloth bag appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng was taken aback.

"This item is called a storage bag. It is made using a special method and contains space that can hold all things."

"Only those who have transcended the mortal realm and reached the divine level are qualified to access such techniques, but they are extremely difficult to refine, and even ordinary inner disciples do not possess them."

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Liang Cheng took the storage bag. It felt as light as if it were nothing in his hand. The opening of the bag was tied tightly with a silk rope, from which hung a small jade pendant.

"This bag is already bound to your aura, bound by a blood oath, and connected to your life tablet. The sect is aware of your life or death status. From now on, only you can open it."

Lieshan paused slightly as he finished speaking.

"There are some things I picked out for you inside."

Liang Cheng did as instructed, biting his fingertip and letting a drop of blood fall onto the jade pendant.

The jade pendant flashed with a faint light, then dimmed.

He probed the storage bag with his divine sense, and found that the three-zhang-square space contained seven or eight items.

Two bottles of pills, one entirely emerald green, the other fiery red.

A jade slip, engraved with the three characters "Lingyunbu".

A jade slip was inscribed with the five characters "Turtle Breathing and Spirit Gathering Technique".

A fist-sized piece of ore, entirely black gold, with a faint shimmering starlight.

Lieshan's voice came from the side.

"The jade bottle contains the Spirit Nourishing Pill, which helps stabilize your soul. Take one pill per month, and do not take more."

"The Crimson Bottle contains the Great Rejuvenating Pill, a holy elixir for healing. As long as there is still a breath left, it can keep one alive."

"The Soaring Cloud Step is a secret movement technique passed down from the First Peak. Once mastered, it is difficult for those of the same level to catch up."

"The Turtle Breathing and Concealing Spirit Technique: A method for hiding one's aura."

He pointed to the ore.

"This item is called meteorite iron, a superior material for forging divine weapons. The Striving Blade in your hand is made of ordinary material. If you want to advance further in the future, it will need to be reforged."

After Lieshan finished speaking, he looked at Liang Cheng.

"These things are a gift from your master to you upon meeting you. From now on, your monthly allowance of pills will be delivered to your door by the disciples in charge."

Liang Cheng gripped the storage bag, a surge of warmth welling up inside him.

He bowed solemnly and said, "Disciple thanks Master for his generous gift."

The Great Rejuvenating Pill had once saved his life, and he knew how precious it was.

Other things, when paired with it, naturally become extraordinary.

Lieshan waved his hand.

"On the path of cultivation, resources are merely an aid; how far you can go ultimately depends on yourself."

Liang Cheng straightened up and remained silent for a moment.

"Master, I have a request."

"explain."

Liang Cheng said in a deep voice, "Before I joined the Penglai Sect, I was ambushed and killed."

Then he recounted the whole story of Fallen Soul Valley.

Qian Wanjin falsely claimed to be acting on his master's orders and lured him into the valley.

Two True Qi Peak Death Warriors, Blood Fiend Formation.

At the last moment, Huang Tiancheng, a guest elder of the Situ family, made his move.

He broke through to the mortal realm after achieving the Core Formation stage, unleashing three powerful attacks.

Upon hearing this, Lieshan's eyes turned cold.

"Huang Tiancheng?"

"That fake pill from the Situ family?"

Liang Cheng nodded.

"Exactly."

Lieshan sneered.

"You scumbag ant, how dare you touch my disciple?"

He looked at Liang Cheng.

"You want revenge?"

Liang Cheng's gaze was firm.

"Yes."

"The reason I have come to Penglai Sect is to personally settle this karmic debt after I reach the Core Formation stage."

"Qian Wanjin, Huang Tiancheng, not one can be missing."

Lieshan looked at him, his admiration growing stronger.

"it is good."

"The path of a martial artist is to repay grievances and avenge wrongs."

"If someone bullies you and you cower in silence, you don't deserve to be my apprentice."

He raised his hand and waved it, and another object flew out.

It was a small boat, no bigger than the palm of your hand, entirely silver-white, and covered with runes.

"The Cloud Shuttle"

"Power it up at full speed; it can be used to travel quickly."

"What are your plans for the future?"

Liang Cheng said, "After the battle at Fallen Soul Valley, Qian Wanjin fled with Huang Tiancheng, but I have investigated and found that the headquarters of Jubao Pavilion is on Penglai Immortal Island."

Lieshan nodded.

"The headquarters of Jubaoxuan is indeed located on Penglai Island."

"Do you know what the relationship is between Jubao Pavilion and my Penglai Sect?"

Liang Cheng shook his head.

Lie Shan said calmly, "Jubao Pavilion provides supplies to our sects and seeks their protection. Although Penglai Immortal Island is named after Penglai, there are many powerful forces on the island. Jubao Pavilion is just one of the merchant guilds that does some business."

"They do indeed have Golden Core cultivators backing them up, but in the eyes of my Penglai Sect, they are not worth mentioning."

He looked at Liang Cheng at that moment.

"You are now a direct disciple of my First Peak, a True Core cultivator who has broken through the mortal realm."

"If Jubaoxuan dares to harm you for the sake of a mere manager..."

Lieshan sneered.

"Then they should get a new owner."

Upon hearing this, Liang Cheng felt a chill run down his spine.

Master's words were extremely domineering.

But it also put his mind at ease.

"Disciple understands."

Lieshan nodded.

"Go."

"Qian Wan and Huang Tiancheng are two people, one backed by Jubaoxuan and the other a veteran fake core cultivator. If you want to take revenge alone, even if you are a true core cultivator, you need to be careful."

Liang Cheng clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I understand."

Lieshan turned to leave, but suddenly stopped.

"Oh, right."

"When you go to Jubaoxuan, remember to say that the disciple of Lieshan Sword Saint is not someone that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can bully."

After saying that, he took a step and disappeared.

Liang Cheng stood in the courtyard, looking at the storage bag in his hand, and then at the cloud-piercing shuttle in his palm.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

Qian Wanjin.

Huang Tiancheng.

You'd better hide well.

Liang Cheng put away the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle and his gaze fell on the two jade slips.

Soaring Steps, Turtle Breathing and Spirit Concentration Technique.

These two techniques were carefully selected by our master.

He didn't delay any longer, sat down cross-legged, and probed the Lingyun Step jade slip with his divine sense.

A phantom image appeared in my mind.

The person's figure was elusive; with one step, he seemed to float in mid-air, and with another step, he changed direction. Each step was as light as a feather, yet as fast as the wind.

Liang Cheng closed his eyes to contemplate.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and got up.

The courtyard has a bluestone floor, about thirty feet wide.

He took a deep breath, and his inner core circulated slightly, its energy flowing into his legs.

One step forward, and you stand suspended in mid-air.

As night deepened, moonlight spilled into the courtyard.

That figure in green robes was like a celestial being or a god.

Lingyun took a step, covering a hundred meters in a single stride.

His figure moved like the wind, sweeping across the entire courtyard in an instant, and came to a steady stop at the end.

[Soaring Step: Beginner (1/10000)]

Liang Cheng's lips curled slightly.

Master said that once this skill is mastered, it is difficult for those of the same level to catch up. Now, you have only just entered the beginner level, yet you have already achieved such speed. It is truly worthy of being called the Transcendent Body Technique.

He took a deep breath and didn't continue.

Then he took out another jade slip.

The Turtle Breathing and Spirit Concentration Technique.

This technique focuses solely on concealment, completely hiding one's aura and merging with the world.

If a cultivation technique is perfected, even a cultivator a level higher will find it difficult to sense his presence.

Liang Cheng placed the jade slip between his eyebrows.

Concealing one's breath means completely withdrawing oneself, like water flowing into the sea, without a sound or trace.

He closed his eyes and tried to circulate his energy according to the acupoint pathways. The true elixir in his body slowly stopped rotating, and the elixir energy around his body gathered inward.

Ten breaths later, his aura weakened by three points.

After thirty breaths, it was barely perceptible.

Sixty breaths later.

[Turtle Breathing and Spirit Concentration Technique: Beginner Level (1/10000)]

Having mastered the two techniques, Liang Cheng stood up and looked towards the gradually brightening eastern sky.

He returned to the stone bench in the courtyard, sat down, took out the meteorite iron, and held it in his hand; it was faintly warm.

The material of the "Striving for the First Blade" is indeed ordinary.

After avenging myself, I will seek out my master to reforge this sword.

Liang Cheng stood up, changed into a blue robe, hung the Zhengxian Blade at his waist, took out the silver-white Cloud-Piercing Shuttle from his storage bag, and tossed it into the air.

The small boat swelled in the wind, growing to a length of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and hovered outside the courtyard.

Liang Cheng stepped onto it.

With a gentle tremor, the Cloud Shuttle broke through the air and disappeared into the distance.

After leaving Penglai Sect, Liang Cheng finally couldn't hold back any longer.

After breaking through to the mortal realm and achieving the Core Formation stage, the short sword Ling Shuang in his soul sea trembled continuously, as if it were eager to be used.

Out!

With a thought, Liang Cheng summoned a short sword that leaped from his soul sea and appeared before him.

With another thought, the short sword shot out with lightning speed, seemingly tearing apart space itself.

Seeing this, Liang Cheng himself was startled.

Such speed and power are terrifying!

Even he, without being prepared, probably wouldn't have been able to escape.

At that moment, a thought struck him, and with a whoosh, the short sword returned to his side and was then stored back in his soul sea.

In this way, he will have even more trump cards when facing other Core Formation or Mortal Breakthrough cultivators!

Penglai Immortal Island, headquarters of Jubaoxuan.

A nine-story building stands in the most prosperous part of the eastern city of Xiandao, with flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters. Carriages and horses line the gate, and guests come and go in an endless stream.

At that moment, a silvery-white streak of light pierced through the air and hovered above the tall building.

Liang Cheng put away the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air, and looked down.

The oppressive force of the Core Formation and Transcendence technique poured down like a tidal wave.

The entire street fell silent instantly.

The guests coming and going all looked up at the sky, and their expressions all changed.

"Who is that?"

"A Core Formation expert!"

"To dare stand suspended in mid-air above the headquarters of Jubao Xuan, what audacity!"

Inside Jubao Pavilion, several figures flew out.

The leader, dressed in a gray robe with white hair and exuding a profound aura, was none other than Jin Mantang, the head of Jubaoxuan.

Having broken through to the mortal realm through the Core Formation stage, he has condensed the true essence of martial arts over two hundred years and is a veteran True Core expert.

He looked up at Liang Cheng, his pupils contracting.

Such a young Core Formation cultivator, daring to be so arrogant, must have something to rely on.

"May I ask who you are, and why you are lingering above my Jubao Pavilion?"

Liang Cheng looked down at him and said calmly, "Liang Cheng, disciple of the Lieshan Sword Saint, from the First Peak of Penglai Sect."

Jin Mantang was startled; indeed, his background was extraordinary.

The direct disciple of the First Peak of the Penglai Sect!

He quickly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"So you are a esteemed disciple of the Penglai Sect. I was unaware of Young Master Liang's arrival and have failed to greet you properly."

Liang Cheng ignored his pleasantries and went straight to the point, saying, "I'm here to find someone."

"Qian Wanjin".

Jin Mantang was taken aback.

Qian Wanjin?

Who is that?

Why did he offend a direct disciple of the Penglai sect?

Just as Jin Mantang was stunned, the elder standing in mid-air beside him changed his expression and then secretly transmitted his voice, leaving Jin Mantang even more puzzled.

A down-on-his-luck butler who has been demoted back to headquarters?

Before he could ask, Liang Cheng continued, "Previously, I was a disciple of the Four Islands Alliance's main academy. He colluded with a Core Formation cultivator to try to kill me. I escaped by chance. Today, as I break through to the mortal realm after reaching Core Formation, it is time to pay for my blood debt."

"Are you, Jubaoxuan, going to stop me?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Mantang's expression changed drastically.

"Young Master Liang, I truly know nothing about this matter—"

Liang Cheng interrupted him directly.

"I don't care whether you know it or not, I'm here to settle this score with Qian Wanjin, after all, he's one of your Jubaoxuan people."

Upon hearing this, Jin Mantang knew that things could no longer be resolved peacefully, as it concerned a disciple of the Penglai Clan who had broken through to the mortal realm, and this matter could not be glossed over.

Without any hesitation, he said, "Master Liang, give me three days, and I will find Qian Wanjin."

"good!"

He looked down at Jin Mantang, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"But if Qian Wanjin is still not found after three days, don't blame me for bringing this grudge against your Jubao Pavilion."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hovered directly above Jubaoxuan, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

This is a clear statement of his intention: he wants to wait here for three days.

Jin Mantang's expression turned very unpleasant.

Liang Cheng's actions left him helpless.

This is a direct transmission from the Penglai Immortal Sect!

The crowd of onlookers around them began to whisper among themselves.

"The First Peak's personal disciple personally came to collect the debt—"

"Who is Qian Wanjin? How did he offend such a prodigy?"

"Jubao Pavilion is probably in trouble now—"

Jin Mantang took a deep breath, turned around, and shouted sternly at everyone at Jubaoxuan, "What are you all standing there for!"

"Find him! Search the entire Immortal Island, find that bastard Qian Wanjin!"

The news that Liang Cheng was forcing Jubaoxuan to comply quickly spread throughout Penglai Immortal Island.

All sides are watching the show.

"The disciple of the First Peak's Blade Saint? I heard he's a new disciple who directly broke through to the Mortal Realm and formed his Core Formation. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant?"

"What do you know? The Sword Saint of Lieshan is incredibly arrogant and domineering. He was a direct disciple of Lieshan, and he was subdued by a Core Formation expert before he even formed his core."

"How can I not avenge him?"

"This time, Jubaoxuan has probably bitten off more than it can chew."

"But Qian Wanjin was courting death. Of all people to offend, he had to provoke a prodigy who could enter the Penglai Sect. He has no one to blame but himself."

"Where do you think Qian Wanjin is hiding? If Jubao Pavilion can't find him, do you think this Liang Zhenchuan will dare to actually make a move?"

"How could that be? But I'm afraid the Penglai Sect won't just sit idly by."

"Since that's the case, why don't we go look for it too? And what if we find it—"

"That makes sense. Since we have nothing else to do, let's go look for it."

In an instant, the entire Penglai Immortal Island became lively, and Qian Wanjin's name echoed in the streets and alleys.

Three days.

Three whole days.

Liang Cheng sat cross-legged on the Cloud Shuttle, motionless.

Jubao Pavilion was turned upside down, all its hidden agents were mobilized, and finally, on the evening of the third day, they found something in an abandoned warehouse.

Inside, they dragged out Qian Wanjin, who was trembling all over.

Jin Mantang personally escorted the person to the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.

"Young Master Liang, I have brought the person to you."

Qian Wanjin was being supported by two strong men, limp as mud.

The moment he saw Liang Cheng, his face turned deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Liang Cheng opened his eyes and jumped off the Cloud Shuttle.

He walked up to Qian Wanjin and looked down at him.

"Qian Wanjin".

"We meet again."

Qian Wanjin knelt down with a thud, desperately kowtowing and begging for forgiveness.

"Young Master Liang—have mercy—"

"I was actually forced into this—it was Huang Tiancheng who found me—he wanted to kill you—it's true—"

Qian Wanjin wept bitterly, blaming all the crimes on Huang Tiancheng.

Liang Cheng didn't speak; he just stood there, looking down at him.

Qian Wanjin kowtowed until his forehead was covered in blood and flesh. Seeing that Liang Cheng did not react, he became even more terrified.

"It really was Huang Tiancheng who wanted to kill you, because Situ Ming is his biological son!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Cheng's brow twitched.

He had guessed the reason when he provoked Huang Tiancheng before, but now Qian Wanjin had confirmed it himself.

Seeing that Liang Cheng finally reacted, Qian Wanjin grasped at a straw and became even more incoherent, shouting loudly.

"Forty-seven years ago, he killed Situ Hong, the patriarch of the Situ family. Situ Ming was born from an affair between him and his sister-in-law. He has always wanted to help Situ Ming rise to power and control the Situ family!"

"You killed Situ Ming in the secret realm, thwarting his decades-long plan. Naturally, he hates you to the core!"

"These are all real! I have evidence! I have a photographic stone! I have handwritten notes!"

He looked down at Qian Wanjin and said calmly, "Anything else?"

Qian Wanjin trembled and quickly pulled out a bunch of things from his pocket.

A few jade slips, a few bottles of pills, a stack of silver notes, and a palm-sized piece of oilcloth.

"This is all my savings—I'll give it all to you—I only beg you to spare my life—"

Liang Cheng glanced at the items, his gaze settling on the piece of oilcloth.

Kraft paper.

Three fragments.

He reached out and picked up the three pieces of brown paper.

It was engraved with twisted patterns, just like the fragments in his hand.

Liang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm.

He put everything into his storage bag and looked down at Qian Wanjin.

Jin Mantang saw all of this.

Storage bag!

It seems that the Sword Saint of Lieshan truly values ​​Liang Cheng highly.

Thinking of this, he became even more determined that he must not make enemies with Liang Cheng this time.

Moreover, all Jubao Xuan staff who had previously had conflicts with Liang Cheng must be expelled without exception.

Qian Wanjin knelt on the ground, his face full of expectation and a strong desire to survive.

"Young Master Liang—I really don't want to be your enemy—"

"What about Huang Tiancheng?"

"I haven't seen him since we parted ways last time, and I don't know where he is."

Upon hearing this, Liang Cheng lost interest, but he did not draw his sword.

He only glanced at Qian Wanjin.

The intent of the sword erupted suddenly!

That resolute will to sever everything instantly enveloped Qian Wanjin.

Qian Wanjin's pupils contracted, and before he could even scream, he froze on the spot.

Then, it slowly fell down.

A very thin bloodstain ran from his forehead to his brow.

He didn't realize what was happening until he died.

Liang Cheng withdrew his sword intent and turned to leave.

Jin Mantang stood to the side, sweat beading on his forehead.

Liang Cheng has actually managed to condense sword intent, and there is hope for him to reach the Golden Core stage.

Such exceptional talents are even more precious and should not be offended.

Thinking of this, he quickly handed over a gift box.

"Brother Liang, this is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."

Liang Cheng walked up to him but did not accept the gift box.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor; let's call this matter off the hook."

Jin Mantang nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, young master is right, young master is very righteous! However, Jubaoxuan is willing to apologize—"

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Liang Cheng waved his hand.

"No need."

"I need your help with something."

Jin Mantang respectfully said, "Please speak, young master."

"Use all the hidden sentries at Jubao Pavilion to help me find Huang Tiancheng."

Jin Mantang was taken aback upon hearing this, and nodded repeatedly.

"Alright, I will use all of Jubaoxuan's intelligence network to help you find Huang Tiancheng. I will not fail you."

"Message me if you have any news."

After saying that, he took out the communication token, and after confirming that it was correct, he stepped onto the Cloud Shuttle, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the horizon.

Jin Mantang stood there, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Only then did the onlookers dare to speak.

"That's it?"

"How did Qian Wanjin die? We didn't even see him lift a finger!"

"Sword intent! That's sword intent! He's a True Core expert!"

"The First Peak, it turns out, harbors a monster—"

"No wonder he's so domineering!"

Soaring through the clouds.

Liang Cheng sat cross-legged, holding the piece of brown paper in his hand.

Aside from the identical repeating marks, he already has nine pieces.

Unfortunately, just to be on the safe side, the parchment is still kept at the main hospital, and he didn't bring it with him when he entered the Penglai Sect this time.

Once this matter is settled, it would be better to return to the Four Islands Alliance headquarters. Now that I have the storage bag with me, I have no more worries.

What secret does this parchment hold?

He took a deep breath and put the kraft paper into his storage bag.

Whatever the secrets may be, once they are all gathered together, the truth will be revealed.

Right now, there are more important things to do.

Huang Tiancheng.

That old fox, no matter where he hides, he must die.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The Cloud Shuttle broke through the sea of ​​clouds and sped towards Crimson Cloud Island.

P.S.: Happy New Year! Old Chicken wishes everyone a Happy New Year!

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