Chapter 300
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Chapter 300: Final Payment of Orders
“Big Brother Xu, thank you for saving Yulun,” Murong Qianer said gratefully.
Xu Fan’s recent actions had clearly come at a great cost, even if Murong Qianer didn’t fully understand the details.
“Yulun and I have been brothers for a hundred years. No need for formalities,” Xu Fan replied, waving his hand dismissively.
As he looked at Elder Wang Yulun, Xu Fan couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. Why hadn’t he stumbled upon such a secret realm? If he had, his cultivation would have soared.
“Yulun, where did you find that secret realm? I’d like to check it out and see if there’s a way to restore your lifespan,” Xu Fan asked. He knew such places were rarely fixed, but he still wanted to try.
At that moment, Wang Yulun and Murong Qianer exchanged a strange look.
“I entered that secret realm in a dream. The location was likely in Tianlong Prefecture, near the Golden Lion Fairy City,” Wang Yulun explained slowly, his memory a bit hazy with age.
Xu Fan placed his hand gently on Wang Yulun’s shoulder, carefully probing his body and soul.
“Perhaps my cultivation level isn’t high enough,” Xu Fan said as he withdrew his hand. He sensed something unusual in Wang Yulun’s soul but couldn’t pinpoint it.
“For now, stay within the sect. If anything happens, I can handle it while you’re here,” Xu Fan said, a strange glint in his eyes.
For some reason, Wang Yulun felt a hint of envy in his big brother’s tone.
“Alright,” Wang Yulun nodded.
Murong Qianer then took Wang Yulun back to their mountain peak to rest.
After leaving Wang Yulun’s mountain, Xu Fan went to the underground space and pulled out the stone to examine it.
“Grape, analyze this stone,” Xu Fan said, his voice tinged with hope. If this turned out to be the key to that mysterious secret realm, it would be incredible.
“Understood.”
By the third hour after Wang Yulun’s return to the sect, a blood-colored sword light raced toward the Hidden Spirit Sect from Lin Sen Fairy City.
The sword light pierced through the sect’s grand formation, heading straight for Wang Yulun’s mountain peak.
“Dad, please don’t let anything happen to you,” Wang Xiangchi thought anxiously.
Wang Yulun sat calmly on the cliff’s railing, gazing at the sea of clouds below.
“Hey, kid, you still remember your old man,” Wang Yulun said with a smile, clearly happy to see his son after so many years.
“Dad, what happened to you…” Wang Xiangchi asked, struggling to accept his father’s white-haired appearance.
“I encountered a mysterious environment where time accelerated by a thousand years. Your master saved me just before I was about to die,” Wang Yulun explained slowly, his voice carrying the weight of age.
“Dad, will you still be able to cultivate?” Wang Xiangchi asked, noticing his father’s cultivation had dropped to the Qi Training Stage.
“It’s not hopeless. Your master said there’s still a chance I could recover my cultivation and even advance to Transformation God.”
Hearing this, Wang Xiangchi let out a sigh of relief.
“How’s your fourth junior brother doing? Has he officially become cultivation partners with Elder Su yet?” Wang Yulun asked suddenly.
“I’m not sure, but I know they’ve been acting like a couple. He’s met Elder Su and her master, but I don’t think they’re officially partners yet,” Wang Xiangchi replied after a moment’s thought.
“Alright, I understand.”
After chatting for a while, Wang Xiangchi decided to stay in the sect for some time and also bring Jian Wujie to the sect.
“Grape, Jian Wujie should be on his way. Could you send a Small Spiritual Boat to pick him up?” Wang Xiangchi said.
“Please settle the final payment for the order, which totals fifteen thousand top-grade spirit stones,” Grape replied.
“What final payment?” Wang Xiangchi asked, puzzled.
“The order for three thousand Spiritual Swords, totaling fifteen thousand top-grade spirit stones,” Grape continued.
Wang Xiangchi suddenly remembered the three thousand Spiritual Swords he had ordered for his disciple, Han Feiyu. He checked his space ring and smiled awkwardly. He usually didn’t carry so many spirit stones when he went out, and now the spirit stones in his space ring only added up to a little over ten million.
“Is there any way to get it for free?” Wang Xiangchi asked, feeling awkward.
“Foreign trade orders cannot be free.”
“………”
Wang Xiangchi had no choice but to pledge the Spiritual Treasures and spirit ore he had acquired during his adventures in secret realms over the years to cover the cost of the three thousand Spiritual Swords. All the treasures he had stored in the sect’s vault had been pledged, and for the first time, Wang Xiangchi truly felt the importance of spirit stones.
A Small Spiritual Boat flew toward Lin Sen Fairy City.
“Finally, I’ll get to see what my master’s sect looks like,” Jian Wujie said, relieved after hearing that his master’s father was no longer in critical condition.
A Small Spiritual Boat landed near Jian Wujie, and a sect service puppet gestured for him to board. As the boat soared over the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake, Jian Wujie spotted twelve leisurely spirit turtles.
Once he passed through the sect’s grand formation, Jian Wujie felt as if he had entered a heavenly realm. The waterfall of spiritual liquid, cascading like the Nine Heavens Galaxy, left him in awe.
“Don’t just stare. That waterfall of spiritual liquid is much smaller now. It used to be even more spectacular,” Wang Xiangchi said.
In Wang Xiangchi’s courtyard at the mountain peak, Wang Xiangchi and Jian Wujie watched the Transformation God-level giant turtle in the spiritual liquid lake below the main peak.
“A major sect is truly something else,” Jian Wujie remarked in admiration.
“Haha, our Hidden Spirit Sect is just a small, hidden sect.”
“I’ll take you to see what a real major sect looks like someday,” Wang Xiangchi said.
“Wujie, you’re in the Foundation Establishment Stage, which is the perfect time to build your foundation. While you’re here, you should train at the trial tower.”
“There’s a Fighting Strength Ranking for the Foundation Establishment Stage. Don’t come out with me unless you’re in the top fifty,” Wang Xiangchi said, wondering how his disciple would rank.
“Master, I’m the sole inheritor of Cang Jian Gate. My talent and swordsmanship are among the best at my level.”
“Asking me to aim for the top fifty—are you looking down on me?” Jian Wujie felt slighted, his tone reflecting his indignation.
Though Jian Wujie didn’t think he could take first place, being told to aim for the top fifty made him feel underestimated by his master.
“Don’t boast just yet. You can test it yourself.”
“There’s an unlimited illusion challenge in the trial tower. You can fully unleash your fighting strength and challenge the top Foundation Establishment experts in the sect,” Wang Xiangchi explained.
“I’m going right now,” Jian Wujie declared, stepping onto a Small Spiritual Boat that happened to drift past their mountain peak.
“Trial tower,” Jian Wujie said, recalling what the puppet had told him when he first arrived at the sect—an unattended spiritual boat could take him anywhere.
Eagerly, Jian Wujie headed to the trial tower, determined to prove his strength to his master.
