Chapter 40
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Chapter 40: Which Big Shot Is This?
"Ancestor, come with me to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion at once."
Mu Yunsheng messaged urgently, his expression filled with urgency.
"Heaven’s Secret Pavilion? How could there be such a place? Could it be a power established in the Southern Wilderness by a foreign saint?" The white-robed Ancestor frowned deeply, his face etched with confusion.
The white-haired matriarch also gazed around in bewilderment.
The two of them had been in deep slumber for too long and knew nothing of the changes in the outside world.
Heaven’s Secret Pavilion had only been established for a month, while they had been asleep for over a century. How could they possibly know of its existence?
"We’ll talk while walking."
Mu Yunsheng smacked his own head. "Almost forgot! Ancestor, how many treasures do you still possess?"
A guarded look flashed across the white-haired Ancestor’s face.
"Ancestor, why are you looking at me like that? You watched me grow up. How could I possibly be scheming to swindle your wealth?" Mu Yunsheng was both exasperated and amused.
"Brother, let me explain."
Mu Chenfeng said excitedly.
"Get lost!" The white-haired Ancestor slapped Mu Chenfeng away. To Mu Yunsheng, he demanded, "You explain it properly."
Mu Chenfeng was simply too unreliable; the white-haired Ancestor was perfectly clear about who he should trust.
Mu Yunsheng silently mourned his brother for a second. "The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion possesses the power of predicting the heavens and seeing through all secrets. The reason I was able to advance to God King was all thanks to information provided by the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
"The Ziwei Saint’s cave abode was also bought by Yang Xuanzhan and Ye Hongchen from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
Whoosh!
Hearing that last sentence, the eyes of both the white-haired Ancestor and the white-haired matrirach immediately glittered intensely, like wolves spotting prey.
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion only engages in transactions and doesn’t involve himself in worldly disputes. To deal with him, treasures must be traded for information." Mu Yunsheng paused for a second. "The information is absolutely accurate… it’s just rather expensive."
"Does such a truly eminent person exist in this world?" The white-haired matriarch was utterly shocked.
Their reactions were almost identical to those of Mu Yunsheng and his brother when they first heard Qi Qingsi speak of it.
The two brothers nodded their heads heavily.
"Then take us to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion immediately," the white-haired Ancestor urged impatiently.
They had lived for thousands of years already. If they failed to break through to saint level within the next century, their great limit was likely drawing near. If they died, the Tianxin Sect would inevitably decline.
Whether the sect would even survive at that point would be entirely unknown.
"Even if it costs us everything we have, we would not hesitate," the white-haired matriarch said solemnly.
…
"Master, there is a matter this disciple must tell you," Ye Hongchen spoke solemnly. "The second-generation founder of the Xuanfu Palace, the creator of the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Sutra, Lu Fengming, is still alive today. He is none other than Yang Xuanzhan’s master, Gu Lingxiao."
Myriad Phenomena Saint abruptly halted his steps. His pupils shrank to needle points as he stared at Ye Hongchen in disbelief.
"Lu Fengming, using the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Sutra, has already devoured eight saints. If he lets Yang Xuanzhan advance to saint level, Yang Xuanzhan will also be unable to escape this calamity. And if Lu Fengming devours the saint level Yang Xuanzhan, he will ascend to Saint King."
Ye Hongchen explained the entire sequence of events to Myriad Phenomena Saint.
The Myriad Phenomena Saint fell silent.
"Then why not kill Yang Xuanzhan?" The Myriad Phenomena Saint immediately found a solution.
"This disciple has reached an agreement with Yang Xuanzhan, assisting him in killing Lu Fengming," Ye Hongchen said slowly. "The inheritance of the Ziwei Saint was the price Yang Xuanzhan paid."
"That’s not a loss."
The Myriad Phenomena Saint pondered for a few breaths and said, "Killing an old monster who lived over a hundred thousand years is exceedingly difficult. I will find a way for this matter."
"You shouldn’t place hope on those sect masters—that group of decaying semi-saints. They can’t help."
"We must rely on external forces."
Ye Hongchen nodded.
Originally, her plan with Yang Xuanzhan was for Ye Hongchen to first achieve the Saint level before contacting the various sects.
But after Ye Hongchen became a Saint, she realized just how vast the gap was between a Saint and a semi-saint.
Even a hundred semi-saints could not possibly defeat Ye Hongchen, newly entered into the Saint level.
Of course, there were exceptionally gifted people, but the Southern Wilderness clearly had none.
"Let’s set this aside for now," the Myriad Phenomena Saint said. "First, head to the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
Linglong City.
With the speed of two Saints, they could travel the entire Southern Wilderness within half a day, and in merely half an hour, the pair arrived at the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
"It truly is extraordinary."
The Myriad Phenomena Saint gazed at the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, his heart and mind swaying.
The higher one’s cultivation, the deeper one grasped the mystery of the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
"Welcome, fellow Daoists."
Ye Xu’s voice sounded. "Xian’er, serve tea to the guests."
The two entered the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
The Myriad Phenomena Saint looked at Ye Xu, showing no trace of arrogance nor any hint of humility, regarding him as an equal.
Not just Ye Xu—the Myriad Phenomena Saint treated everyone in the world impartially.
This was the truth he had understood while wandering the mortal world.
Status had its hierarchies, but character held no nobility or baseness.
"Fellow Daoist must be the master of the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?" The Myriad Phenomena Saint smiled. "This old man was the seventh sect master of the Red Dust Demon Sect and is now a casual cultivator. I greet the Master."
Information about the Myriad Phenomena Saint surfaced in Ye Xu’s mind.
This Myriad Phenomena Saint was quite fascinating—he had resigned as sect master upon achieving sainthood and spent nearly every season traveling far and wide.
He had visited the Eastern Region, the Western Region, and the Central Region, even venturing into Godfall Ridge.
Moreover,
the Myriad Phenomena Saint had once been a dynasty’s monarch and also a beggar, experiencing nearly every facet of human life.
"The creator of the Red Dust Tribulation Sutra truly had extraordinary talent," Ye Xu sighed softly. "Comprehending the Dao within the mortal world, attaining enlightenment within the mortal world—the myriad flavors of life could only be truly seen through by someone at the level of Daoist Myriad."
"Why did the Master say that?"
The Myriad Phenomena Saint smiled.
"Ordinary people certainly don’t possess as rich experiences as you, fellow Daoist, hahaha…" Ye Xu remarked with a light chuckle.
The Myriad Phenomena Saint’s heart tightened.
"Master, before this Senior, none of us have secrets. There’s no need for surprise," Ye Hongchen smiled.
"So that’s how it is."
The Myriad Phenomena Saint finally understood, yet the sensation of being laid utterly bare still left him deeply unsettled.
"The two of you aren’t here simply to pay a visit, are you?" Ye Xu asked.
"Senior, you can see through hearts and minds. Could you truly not know our purpose?" Ye Hongchen blinked. "I’m here to fulfill my promise and do business with you."
"You wish to seek the fifth-generation sect leader?" Ye Xu smiled.
The Myriad Phenomena Saint’s stooped frame trembled, excitement flashing in his eyes.
It had been a long time since he’d lost composure so openly before others.
"The fifth-generation sect leader?" Ye Hongchen was also startled. She stared at her master, her expression confused.
Clearly, she had known nothing of this matter.
Based on the timeline, the fifth-generation sect leader’s era corresponded roughly to when the Ziwei Saint had barged into the Southern Wilderness over thirty thousand years ago. But hadn’t he long since ascended and become an immortal? Why would her master still be searching for him?
Could it be that their Master still lived?
"You truly are a lofty figure, fellow Daoist." The Myriad Phenomena Saint lifted his head, his eyes faintly rimmed with red.
"This humble one has come precisely to beseech you, fellow Daoist, to deduce the whereabouts of my Red Dust Demon Sect’s fifth-generation sect leader."
"Master, just what is all this about?" Ye Hongchen questioned, puzzled. "Does our Master still live?"
"The fifth-generation sect leader of the Red Dust Demon Sect was named Lin Qianmo," Ye Xu stated slowly. "She was the only one to cultivate the Red Dust Tribulation Sutra to its perfection, reaching the realm of great sage level perfection."
"Sect Master Ye, you also cultivate the Red Dust Tribulation Sutra. You should know that mastering it to perfection allows one to grasp a wisp of reincarnation power… to reincarnate and rebirth."
Ye Hongchen nodded in acknowledgment.
The Red Dust Tribulation Sutra was the sealed, secret art of the Red Dust Demon Sect, passed only to the successor sect master.
Because the method was profoundly mysterious.
"I can tell you another secret,"
Ye Xu continued. "The fifth-generation sect leader is, in fact, the first-generation sect leader."
"Your Master is the creator of the Red Dust Tribulation Sutra."
Bang!
These words struck Ye Hongchen’s mind like a muffled thunderclap.
The Myriad Phenomena Saint remained motionless.
Evidently, he had already known all these things.
Otherwise, Ye Xu wouldn’t have found out either; it all came from his secret peering into the Myriad Phenomena Saint’s heart.
"Well done, Daoist friend."
A glimmer of hope shone in the Myriad Phenomena Saint’s eyes. "Please, Daoist friend, tell this old man where my master is."
Cough cough… Ye Xu cleared his throat with an uncomfortable cough.
Ye Xian’er rolled her eyes.
It was time to do business again.
"Senior, here are five sacred artifacts. Will they be enough to learn Master’s whereabouts?" Ye Hongchen blurted out, pulling five sacred artifacts from her possession—treasures she had prepared to purchase her own opportunity to become a saint.
"Exchange."
Ye Xu reached out and took the five sacred artifacts.
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 50,000 heavenly secrets points.]
"How many heavenly secrets points are required to inquire about Lin Qianmo’s information?" Ye Xu asked internally.
[Vague query: 60,000 heavenly secrets points.]
[Specific query: 1.2 million heavenly secrets points.]
Pfft!
Ye Xu spat out a mouthful of tea.
Just who is this heavyweight?
Quoting 1.2 million points for a specific piece of information?
"Senior… is there a problem?" Ye Hongchen asked, startled by his reaction.
"Nothing."
Ye Xu shook his head. "It’s simply too little."
A strange expression crossed Ye Hongchen’s face.
"Senior, this is the relic of a Saint King. Please examine it." The Myriad Phenomena Saint produced a go board, complete with glistening black and white stones, exuding profound, mystical energy.
A Saint King’s relic…
Ye Hongchen stared at her master in astonishment.
He’s being far too generous!
This board could unquestionably serve as the Red Dust Demon Sect’s foundational treasure.
Yet the Myriad Phenomena Saint didn’t care.
All he wanted was to find his Master.
Ye Xu gazed deeply at the Myriad Phenomena Saint and sighed silently.
What was love, after all…
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 60,000 heavenly secrets points.]
"I won’t make things difficult for you," Ye Xu said gravely. "But to obtain specific information about Lin Qianmo… it would cost you far, far more than this. Truth is, even if you went broke, you couldn’t afford that message."
Ye Xu said lightly, "So, I can only give you her whereabouts."
"System, fuzzy search."
Soon, an additional piece of information appeared in Ye Xu’s mind.
Name: Lin Qianmo (Lin Miaochang).
Identity: Founder of the Red Dust Tribulation Sutra, first-generation sect master of the Red Dust Demon Sect, fifth-generation sect master of the Red Dust Demon Sect.
Divine powers: Red Dust Pointer, Myriad Phenomena Shift…
Techniques: Red Dust Tribulation Sutra (complete edition).
Whereabouts: Sea of All Realms, Sinful Dragon Nest.
Ye Xu frowned slightly.
Lin Qianmo had another name.
"Even without cultivation level, this was truly vague…" Ye Xu thought wryly in his heart. Sixty thousand heavenly secrets points exchanged for such obscure information—the system was really crooked.
He looked at Myriad Phenomena Saint and said, "Lin Qianmo is still alive. She is in the Sea of All Realms, at the Sinful Dragon Nest."
"Sea of All Realms…" Myriad Phenomena Saint murmured.
"It’s good that she’s alive, good that she’s alive." The old beggar said tearfully, completely disregarding Ye Hongchen’s presence.
Ye Hongchen looked stern.
The Sea of All Realms, as its name implied, was a chaotic sea that connected all realms, immensely perilous.
Even if a Great Emperor entered, they could fall.
The Master was actually in the Sea of All Realms?
"Disciple, let’s go." Myriad Phenomena Saint lifted his head, his expression firm.
"Master, are you going to the Sea of All Realms?" Ye Hongchen looked worried. That place was too dangerous. Although her master was a saint, in the Sea of All Realms, that was like a tiny ant.
"I will first help you eliminate Lu Fengming to fulfill your Heavenly Dao vow." Myriad Phenomena Saint said.
After speaking, he thanked Ye Xu and walked out of the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
Ye Hongchen hurriedly followed.
"Little girl, you must promise not to reveal the secrets you’ve seen or heard to others; otherwise, there will be no next time." Ye Xu warned.
Ye Xian’er nodded repeatedly like a pecking chick.
The secrets she heard today were truly shocking. The first-generation sect master of the Red Dust Demon Sect was actually the fifth-generation sect master and not dead.
How powerful must that Lin Qianmo be?
Meanwhile.
In the Sea of All Realms.
It was a chaotic sea, as if a realm where heaven and earth remained unopened. Over time, it became a vast starry ocean flowing through all realms.
In a Sinful Dragon Nest full of primitive aura and bitter hatred, a veiled woman with fingers like scallions and a slender figure seemed to sense something.
Before her lay a Sinful Dragon cut into countless pieces.
Even sliced apart, each section of the dragon’s body seemed still alive, possessing extremely vibrant life force and continuously roaring.
The aura emitted by even one body part was not inferior to that of Myriad Phenomena Saint.
The woman paid no heed.
She frowned slightly and murmured, "Who was peeping at me just now?"
That feeling made her extremely uncomfortable.
