Chapter 228
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Chapter 228: The Immortal Script on the Jade Gourd
After Xu Fan left the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake, Ning Dao, who was meditating on swordsmanship in the courtyard, looked up in the direction Xu Fan had departed.
“Puppet, how long has it been since our Grand Elder went out?” Ning Dao asked curiously.
“Since the sect was established, the master has not left the vicinity of the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake.”
“It has been 31 years now,” the puppet replied.
“He really can stay put,” Ning Dao remarked with a sigh.
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In Lin Sen Fairy City, some outer disciples were already waiting there with their carts.
“Grand Elder, please get in,” a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator said respectfully.
Everyone in the Outer Sect of the Hidden Spirit Sect wanted to associate with Grand Elder Xu Fan.
“Thank you for the trouble,” Xu Fan said warmly.
“It is my honor to drive for the Grand Elder,” the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator replied respectfully.
The driving cultivator was originally a lucky person who had advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage. After reaching this level, he found that the joy he experienced as a Golden Core Stage cultivator was gone.
Without techniques, corresponding magical powers, or spirit stones, the work he used to do to earn spirit stones now seemed far out of reach. At that time, his fighting strength was even less than that of senior disciples from second or third-rate sects at the Golden Core Stage.
He originally thought he would only manage to get by in the fairy city all his life, until one day when his luck turned. A sect sought him out to become an outer disciple. Initially skeptical, his fate quietly changed when he saw the spirit stones and treasures.
Now, he was in charge of intelligence gathering in Lin Sen Fairy City. This job earned him 1,000 contribution points a year, and with all the other small tasks, it wasn’t long before he had acquired techniques, magical powers, and treasures.
And all of this stemmed from the Elder of the Hidden Spirit Sect who now rode in his cart.
The beast cart moved quickly, and under the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator’s skillful steering, it was very smooth. Before long, they arrived at the teleportation center in the fairy city.
“It has been a long time since I used a teleportation formation.”
After getting out of the cart, Xu Fan looked at the teleportation center, which was built like a palace, and said this before walking inside.
Behind him, the members of the Hidden Spirit Sect in the beast cart felt a vibration from their communication artifacts.
“I didn’t expect that taking the Grand Elder on a trip would earn us 100 contribution points; that’s nice,” an outer sect member at the Nascent Soul Stage said with a smile as he looked at his communication artifact.
Outside the teleportation center of the Celestial Sword Fairy City, Wang Xiangchi welcomed Xu Fan.
“Master, if I’m not mistaken, this is the first time you’ve come out since the establishment of the Hidden Spirit Sect.”
“Is that child really that important?” Wang Xiangchi asked with a smile, knowing that his master had come for Han Feiyu.
“It seems that I really haven’t come out for anything serious,” Xu Fan said thoughtfully.
“I came to broaden my horizons, nothing more,” Xu Fan added.
“Master is referring to Feiyu’s…”
“Indeed.”
“After watching, we’ll return. I initially thought about sending a clone, but I was afraid of missing the essence of this item,” Xu Fan said while looking at the streets from the beast cart.
At the Celestial Sword Academy, Xu Fan and Wang Xiangchi quietly stepped into Han Feiyu’s dormitory, where Han Feiyu had already fallen into a deep sleep.
With a gentle wave of his hand, Xu Fan summoned the storage bag from beneath Han Feiyu’s pillow into his own hands.
“Teacher, you’ve done well, even remembering to give your student a storage bag,” Xu Fan said with a smile, noticing the mark on the storage bag.
“Didn’t you instruct me, Master? I’m just following your orders to take good care of things,” Wang Xiangchi replied with a chuckle.
Looking at the crude personal imprint on the storage bag, Xu Fan easily bypassed Han Feiyu’s mark and opened it.
A small green gourd appeared in Xu Fan’s hand.
“Is this the small gourd that can enhance everything? It seems even more practical than that small jade bottle.”
At that moment, Xu Fan’s consciousness entered the jade gourd.
Suddenly, the jade gourd lit up with a spiritual glow, and a message flooded into Xu Fan’s mind.
“An unclaimed celestial tool—truly tempting.”
Looking at the jade bottle, Xu Fan showed no trace of greed. Instead, he focused intently on the celestial script etched into the jade gourd, committing every detail to memory.
“Time-related celestial script; this trip was worth it,” Xu Fan remarked before continuing to examine the other celestial scripts.
In Xu Fan’s perception, the jade gourd bore at least tens of thousands of celestial scripts, forming a celestial formation so intricate it made his scalp tingle. There were even more subtle layers of celestial formations that Xu Fan’s current strength couldn’t yet perceive.
After a night, everything returned to normal, and Xu Fan made his way back to the Hidden Spirit Sect.
“So many celestial scripts, but only a few truly carry intent. For now, I can only inscribe one,” Xu Fan murmured, closing his eyes to begin comprehending the celestial scripts, even neglecting the break he had planned for himself.
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In the morning, Han Feiyu’s first action upon waking was to check if the storage bag was still under his pillow.
Though nothing had happened at the Celestial Sword Academy for centuries, he couldn’t shake a lingering sense of unease.
After learning about the jade gourd’s capabilities, he had planned to wander between fairy cities after graduating from the Celestial Sword Academy, cultivating while keeping a low profile.
But his goal shifted after Wang Xiangchi appeared; now, he hoped to join his teacher’s sect before venturing into the cultivation world.
After confirming the jade gourd was still in his storage bag, Han Feiyu began his day.
Despite the gourd’s presence, Han Feiyu couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching him, as if something was amiss in his surroundings.
This unease lingered until he met Wang Xiangchi.
It wasn’t yet class time, and after the students greeted Wang Xiangchi, they returned to their seats.
Han Feiyu quietly approached Wang Xiangchi.
“Teacher, I’ve been feeling that the Celestial Sword Academy isn’t safe lately. This morning, I woke up with the sense that something had been stolen,” Han Feiyu whispered.
“Really? Are you certain?” A flicker of curiosity crossed Wang Xiangchi’s eyes.
“I’ve always had a strong intuition. There’s definitely a thief in the Celestial Sword Academy,” Han Feiyu insisted.
“Then I’ll be more cautious,” Wang Xiangchi nodded, though internally he wondered if his master could have made such a mistake.
The next day, the Celestial Sword Academy’s treasury was robbed. When the empty treasury was discovered, a foul odor permeated the air—one that seemed to seep into the soul itself.
Watching the students caught in the illusion trial, Wang Xiangchi stroked his chin and said, “So, Feiyu’s intuition was right after all.”
At that moment, Wang Xiangchi remembered that his Second Senior Sister’s space ring had also been stolen. He quickly sent a message to Xu Yuexian.
After a while, he received a reply.
“Wait for me.”
Xu Yuexian, who had been treasure hunting in the ruins of a sect, received the communication artifact and immediately flew toward the nearest fairy city.
“Whoever stole my storage ring will pay dearly,” Xu Yuexian muttered through gritted teeth.
The theft of her space ring was now her greatest humiliation.
