Chapter 26
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Chapter 26: Yang Xuanzhan, the Great Fat Sheep
"You have already reached the peak of the Creation Realm. Only half a step remains to become a saint. Since you need my guidance, it must concern this matter?"
The old man’s lips moved. Dust, thickly coating him, shook off as he spoke, drifting into the air.
He had sat unmoving here for over two centuries, so covered in grime the air itself smelled stale.
"Yes, but also no."
The Master of Xuanfu Palace spoke slowly, "Master, you’ve been secluded for two hundred years. You likely haven’t heard. A Heaven’s Secret Pavilion suddenly appeared in the Southern Wilderness. It is led by a master who claims he can discern yin and yang, divine the five elements, and comprehend all that is past or future."
The Master of Xuanfu Palace recounted the tale.
"He killed a disciple of my Xuanfu Palace?" The old man’s voice hardened. Dust cascaded from him as anger ignited in his ancient eyes.
"Correct."
The Master continued, "I sent Protector Ning to the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. But only half an incense stick’s time ago, Protector Ning sent back a message."
He looked squarely at the old man, his tone sharp. "The master of the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion possesses an opportunity to become a saint."
Thump!
At that moment, the old man’s breathing grew heavy. Raw, naked anticipation filled his gaze, so intense even the Master of Xuanfu Palace felt uncomfortable.
"Xuanzhan." The old man reined in his gaze, calling out leisurely.
"Your disciple is present."
Yang Xuanzhan kowtowed to the ground. "Your commands, Master?"
"Our Xuanfu Palace stands unshaken upon the land of the Southern Wilderness because every generation births a saint. This generation is exceptionally blessed, fortunate to have two saints guarding it."
"This is an opportunity. You must seize it firmly."
The old man stared at Yang Xuanzhan with burning eyes, "Once you obtain the opportunity and become a saint, our Xuanfu Palace will possess three saints. We can then prepare to unify the Southern Wilderness."
"Unify… the Southern Wilderness?"
Yang Xuanzhan clearly hadn’t anticipated such ambition from his master. His expression revealed shock.
"Those sects, though they share the title of ‘Giant’ with our Xuanfu Palace… take the Tianxin Sect, not a single saint among them! How do they merit such standing?" The old man snorted with disdain.
"A fortress guarded by three saints is ample force to sweep across the Southern Wilderness."
Yang Xuanzhan’s own mind became active.
In the entire Southern Wilderness, only one sect, the Red Dust Demon Sect, possessed a saint-protected fortress, and that sect held only one saint.
If he could seize Ye Hongchen’s opportunity, achieve sainthood himself… then the Master of Xuanfu Palace would hold overwhelming dominance over the entire Southern Wilderness.
"This disciple understands."
"My disciple, remember this," the old man fixed his gaze on Yang Xuanzhan, "all enmities, all grudges… they pale and can be set aside before the prospect of becoming a saint. Take one Creation Pill and go to the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
"This… is it not too precious?" Yang Xuanzhan pondered.
The Creation Pill was a holy pill. Even a God King-level expert, clinging to the last breath of life, could be fully revived within ten breaths. It could revive the dead and regenerate flesh – a true, priceless treasure.
"Compared to your sainthood, it is insignificant."
The old man spoke lightly, "Understand this. Your advancement to sainthood is not merely your own affair. It is the paramount priority of the entire Xuanfu Palace."
Upon hearing these words, Yang Xuanzhan was filled with immense gratitude. "Disciple will never forget Master’s cultivation and kindness."
"Master, rest well and recover. The next time your disciple comes before you, I will have undoubtedly become a Saint."
"Go."
Yang Xuanzhan kowtowed deeply three times, then retreated from the great hall.
"After waiting over a hundred thousand years, this Sovereign finally sees the dawn."
Watching Yang Xuanzhan leave, the old man grinned, though his smile appeared exceptionally twisted.
He closed his eyes again.
Inside the great hall, the last green lamp seemed to have dimmed slightly.
Yang Xuanzhan went to the treasure vault, took the Creation Pill and many other treasures, then set off for Linglong City.
He gripped the Creation Pill tightly, his heart pounding with excitement.
After a stick of incense, Yang Xuanzhan arrived in Linglong City.
His figure flickered and then appeared outside the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
Without hesitation, Yang Xuanzhan stepped directly into the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
Boom!
The moment he entered, a terrifying power instantly immobilized Yang Xuanzhan’s magic power and sea of consciousness. It was like the heavens collapsing—there was no resisting it.
Then, Yang Xuanzhan saw Luo Tianfeng, who was half-dead, and Protector Ning, whose legs had been shattered, kneeling continuously on the ground.
Finally, Yang Xuanzhan saw Ye Xu.
"Palace Master of Xuanfu Palace. Long time no see," Ye Xu said coldly, staring at him.
"Palace Master, save us…"
A glimmer of hope rose in the eyes of Luo Tianfeng and Protector Ning.
Even though Protector Ning knew the Master of Xuanfu Palace had come seeking the opportunity to become a Saint.
"This junior pays his respects to Senior."
The Master of Xuanfu Palace knelt on one knee, his expression respectful. He raised a treasure box with both hands, saying, "Xuanfu Palace showed Senior much disrespect before. This junior specially offers this humble gift in apology. I respectfully ask Senior to accept it."
What kind of act is this?
Ye Xian’er was thoroughly confused. Wasn’t the Palace Master of Xuanfu Palace here to demand answers or seek punishment?
Ye Xu was momentarily startled, then immediately accessed the Palace Master of Xuanfu Palace’s information.
Originally, he didn’t want to bother, but the Palace Master’s sincere attitude sparked Ye Xu’s interest a little.
Besides, the Palace Master of Xuanfu Palace was now within the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. If he harbored any schemes, he couldn’t escape Ye Xu’s eyes.
With a single thought, information about the Palace Master of Xuanfu Palace appeared.
[Name: Yang Xuanzhan.
Cultivation: Complete God King realm.
Affiliation: Xuanfu Palace (Palace Master).
]
Techniques: Nine Revolutions Nirvana Sutra (with a lethal flaw).
Abilities: Supreme Ultimate Divine Eye, Primordial Talisman Seven Secrets…
“A lethal flaw? Interesting.”
Ye Xu looked at the techniques section, a slight curve lifting his corner of his mouth. A plan began to form in his mind.
Punishing Xuanfu Palace didn’t necessarily require doing it himself.
He pushed these thoughts aside and looked back at the treasure box in Yang Xuanzhan’s hand, laughing lightly, “The Creation Pill, a top-grade pill, truly is a good item.”
“Seeing that you’ve shown sincerity, the grudge between Xuanfu Palace and myself can be set aside for now.”
Before his voice had even faded, the treasure box flew onto the table before Ye Xu.
Yang Xuanzhan’s gaze turned sharp. To know the content within the box without even looking – the art of divination really was profound. It was crucial to note that he had placed restrictions on that box.
Yet Ye Xu had effortlessly seen through those restrictions and retrieved the Creation Pill. This was, at the very least, the capability of a Saint.
“Congratulations, Host. You have received 8,000 Heavenly Secret Points.”
Ye Xu inwardly rejoiced. The Palace Master of Xuanfu Palace had gifted him 8,000 points with just one move – truly a juicy prey. It was a good thing he hadn’t rushed to take action.
“It seems he bought it,” Ye Xu thought to himself.
Yang Xuanzhan had come for the opportunity to become a Saint. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so lavish. As long as there was a transaction to be made, he could be squeezed for more. The accumulated wealth of the premier sect of the Southern Wilderness surely ran deep.
Ye Xian’er was silently critiquing: to Ye Xu, ‘sincerity’ just meant the money was sufficient. Once that condition was met, everything could be negotiated.
Thinking this, she immediately turned her head and discovered, just as she’d expected, Ye Xu was staring directly at her. Ye Xian’er stuck out her tongue and hastily suppressed her stray thoughts.
“The senior is generous and lenient. Don’t you hurry and thank him?” Yang Xuanzhan said to Protector Ning and Luo Tianfeng.
“We thank you, Senior, for sparing our lives!”
Luo Tianfeng and Protector Ning, swallowing the humiliation burning in their hearts, kowtowed to Ye Xu in gratitude.
Yang Xuanzhan approached Protector Ning. Channeling his magical power, he reattached and restored Protector Ning’s severed legs. Solemnly, he said, “Protector Ning, escort Elder Luo back first.”
“Palace Master, be careful,” Protector Ning replied, fully understanding Yang Xuanzhan’s intentions. He helped Luo Tianfeng depart Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
Once the two of them had left, Yang Xuanzhan shifted his gaze to Ye Xian’er. “Esteemed senior, the matter this junior wishes to discuss with you is of the utmost importance. Might this young lady be asked to step aside for the time being?”
“Of course.”
Ye Xu waved his hand, and Ye Xian’er vanished once more.
Yang Xuanzhan had witnessed it personally. He hadn’t detected the faintest trace of her disappearance, which only deepened his awe of Ye Xu’s abilities.
“This junior respectfully requests that the senior impart to me the method to become a Saint,” Yang Xuanzhan spoke, kneeling on one knee. His eyes held nothing but fervent desire.
He had waited far too long.
If he could obtain the method to become a saint, then what use was face?
"Daoist friend, you need not be like this," Ye Xu smiled faintly, stood up, and helped Yang Xuanzhan to his feet. "Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is a place for business. As long as you can produce something that satisfies me, I will naturally tell you the intelligence you wish to know."
"As long as you want it, I can let you know it."
Ye Xu added on.
Yang Xuanzhan was shocked. Was it really this formidable?
"It is indeed this formidable," Ye Xu said.
At that moment, Yang Xuanzhan instantly lost any doubt. Even his every movement, his thoughts and ideas, were entirely under control. Ye Xu was practically akin to a manifestation of the Heavenly Dao.
"Senior, state your price. As long as I can produce it, I will certainly not be stingy," Yang Xuanzhan said generously.
"Six sacred artifacts."
Ye Xu revealed a broad, toothy smile.
Even Yang Xuanzhan, as the Master of Xuanfu Palace and rich and imposing, was startled by this number.
Six sacred artifacts—that was one-third of the foundation of Xuanfu Palace.
"Good!"
After pondering it, Yang Xuanzhan agreed firmly.
He was the master of the palace, and with his master’s full support, using six sacred artifacts to trade for an opportunity to become a saint drew no objections.
If he could become a saint in one swift move, it would be worth it.
Yang Xuanzhan was well-prepared, and with no hesitation, he took out six sacred artifacts: a saber, a spear, a bell, a tripod, a stove, and a roll of formation diagrams.
"These six sacred artifacts are left behind by the departed sage seniors from my Xuanfu Palace, all of them their sacred weapons. Please examine them, Senior," Yang Xuanzhan said, his heart aching intensely but his gaze unwavering.
"System, check how many heavenly secrets points can be exchanged."
"A total of sixty thousand heavenly secrets points can be exchanged. Exchange immediately?"
Sixty thousand heavenly secrets points…
Ye Xu was nearly driven to insanity with joy.
Even after using up the heavenly secrets points required for inquiring about the Cave of the Ziwei Saint, he would have forty thousand heavenly secrets points left. It was like striking it rich overnight.
"Exchange! Exchange!"
"Congratulations, host, you have obtained sixty thousand heavenly secrets points."
In one breath, Ye Xu’s heavenly secrets points became 88,000.
Ye Xu looked again at the Master of Xuanfu Palace, seeing not a hint of killing intent or anger, and felt happier the more he gazed.
However, Ye Xu always kept his identity in mind. As the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion and a senior expert, he needed to maintain a serious demeanor.
"Have you ever heard of the Ziwei Saint?" Ye Xu asked with a laugh.
Yang Xuanzhan nodded.
The Ziwei Saint was a rogue cultivator who emerged abruptly thirty thousand years ago. Legend said he came from the Central Divine Domain, intending to establish a sect in the Southern Wilderness but was forced out by the major powers of the Southern Wilderness joining forces.
In the process of forcing him out, a great battle also erupted.
After that battle, the Ziwei Saint vanished without a trace.
Only today did Yang Xuanzhan hear the term ‘Ziwei Saint’ from Ye Xu’s mouth.
"Senior, the opportunity you wish to tell me about, is it related to the Ziwei Saint?"
A person capable of being the master of a palace possessed high intelligence, and he immediately deduced Ye Xu’s meaning.
