Chapter 53
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Chapter 53: Plotting Against Xuanfu Palace
"Old Ghost Fei, Daoist friend Fu, fellow Daoists, wait!"
The seven individuals including Old Ghost Fei were hastily departing from Godfall Ridge when they hadn’t gotten far, they heard a voice call out from behind them. The Myriad Phenomena Saint, a look of urgency on his face, halted the group.
"Daoist brother Myriad Phenomena?"
Seeing the Myriad Phenomena Saint, the hearts that had been suspended in their chests now settled. They all immediately clasped their hands in greeting towards him, an expression of respect coloring their demeanor.
Officially, the Myriad Phenomena Saint was at the late-stage Saint realm cultivation, the number one figure in the Southern Wilderness.
Although they had achieved Sainthood, they still couldn’t rival the Myriad Phenomena Saint. Thus, they treated him with utmost reverence.
"What matter requires Daoist brother to stop us?" Fu Tianxing asked, his brows knit together.
"My congratulations to you seven Daoist friends for ascending to the Saint level," the Myriad Phenomena Saint said, lightly smiling as he clasped his hands in felicitation.
"Just luck," Old Ghost Fei chuckled. "Daoist brother’s purpose likely isn’t merely that?"
"Indeed not," the Myriad Phenomena Saint replied. "I have something to discuss with you all."
"Daoist brother, speak freely and directly," the middle-aged Confucian scholar from the He Huan Sect replied with a smile.
"Killing Lu Fengming!" The Myriad Phenomena Saint’s words were sharp and resonant, each syllable ringing clear.
At these words, the seven Saints all frowned.
Lu Fengming?
Wasn’t he the second-generation Saint of Xuanfu Palace, the genius Saint who created the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Sutra? But over a hundred thousand years ago, he had already lived out his natural lifespan and passed away, seated in meditation.
What could the Myriad Phenomena Saint possibly mean by this?
"I know you find this absurd," the Myriad Phenomena Saint said calmly. "After I explain it all in detail, you will understand the truth of the matter."
"Lu Fengming has always been alive. He is Gu Lingxiao, the second Saint of the current Xuanfu Palace."
"Back then, Lu Fengming created the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Sutra…" the Myriad Phenomena Saint began, narrating the events clearly and patiently.
"So your meaning is, Lu Fengming used the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Sutra, occupying nests and never actually died, but instead changed his appearance and has lived for one hundred and seventy thousand years?" Fu Tianxing’s expression was grave; his tone was thick with skepticism towards the Myriad Phenomena Saint’s account.
"One hundred and seventy thousand years!" Old Ghost Fei scoffed contemptuously. "Such a long time without progressing a single step further? If it really is Lu Fengming, then he has utterly wasted all those years."
The gathered Saints each nodded, agreeing with Old Ghost Fei’s assessment.
The Lu Fengming of that era, how high-spirited and daring he had been! With his own hand, he created the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Sutra, firmly establishing Xuanfu Palace’s position as the overlord of the Southern Wilderness in a single stroke.
Such a remarkably talented and outstanding individual, actually trapped at the Saint level for over a hundred thousand years, unable to break through his shackles? It was utterly laughable.
"In my view, there are two reasons," said the Myriad Phenomena Saint coldly. "First, Lu Fengming’s Dao heart had a problem; he desired to take a deviant path, causing a flaw in his Dao heart. Second, Lu Fengming was willing to use over a hundred thousand years nurturing nine successors and then devouring their life’s cultivation; he must have a grander scheme in mind. Saint King was definitely not his ultimate goal."
"Daoist brother, even if what you said is true, as long as we eliminate Yang Xuanzhan, Lu Fengming’s plot will collapse on its own. Why take the risk to oppose Lu Fengming?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar voiced his opinion.
Compared to killing Lu Fengming, slaying Yang Xuanzhan was a much better approach.
At least, they did not face the danger of falling.
When confronting an old monster who had survived for over a hundred thousand years, no one was without fear.
Even though they had all become Saints.
The Myriad Phenomena Saint showed no expression on his face; he had long anticipated everyone’s thoughts and felt not the slightest surprise.
He stared at Old Ghost Fei, Fu Tianxing, and the others, saying, "Now that the two semi-saints of Wuji Hall, Heavenly Corpse Daoist, and Qingling Holy Aunt are dead, the territories they left behind are naturally to be divided properly."
"If we also kill Lu Fengming and pacify Xuanfu Palace, I will not take a single thing—all will be split among you. What do you think, dear friends?"
The seven Saints’ breathing became heated.
The legacy of the Four Great Sects was indeed a huge fortune.
"Of course, I will reach out to Demon Sage Fire Phoenix too; she probably won’t refuse," the Myriad Phenomena Saint added.
The seven exchanged glances.
Counting Demon Sage Fire Phoenix, the Myriad Phenomena Saint, and Ye Hongchen, they would have ten Saints. Meanwhile, Xuanfu Palace had only two Saints overseeing it, and Jade Sky Saint was insignificant; what they feared most was Lu Fengming.
With ten Saints, how could they fail to overcome one Xuanfu Palace?
Faced with such immense temptation, the seven Saints were all swayed.
"Daoist Brother Myriad Phenomena has shown such sincerity. If I refused agreement again, wouldn’t it seem like this old man was heartless?" Alchemical Saint of Dan Ding Sect nodded in agreement.
Old Ghost Fei weighed his options and said, "Then let’s do it."
"How should we proceed?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked.
These people were all sharp-witted persons; once the benefits surpassed the risks, they never hesitated.
"In ten days, gather at Red Dust Demon Sect."
The Myriad Phenomena Saint instructed, "This is a top-secret matter; outsiders must never know, to avoid alarming the snake."
"It’s settled."
The Saints nodded.
"See you again in ten days."
The Saints bid farewell one after another and returned to their own sects.
The Myriad Phenomena Saint felt a deep sense of relief.
Unable to gain the Ji clan’s aid, he had to scheme on his own. Fortunately, the semi-saints of each sect had become Saints; otherwise, the Myriad Phenomena Saint could not have found help so quickly.
"I’ll have to make another trip to the Celestial Demon Hall."
He let out a light sigh and flew toward the Celestial Demon Hall.
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Tianxin Sect.
Fu Tianxing and the other returned to their sect.
"Respectfully welcoming our Ancestor."
Mu Yunsheng and his brother, having received the message earlier, led Li Yuanzhu, Qi Qingsi, and others to greet the two Saints.
"Finally achieving sainthood has ensured Tianxin Sect’s foundation for ten thousand years."
Fu Tianxing sighed deeply.
"You all have made no small contribution."
"Chenfeng, remain in Tianxin Sect during this period. Refine the Xumi Ten Thousand Forms Flower and break through to the God King realm," Fu Tianxing instructed.
"As you command, Master," Mu Chenfeng replied.
"As for those on the Talents List, have Yunsheng investigate. If there are any heaven-sent talents, recruit them into Tianxin Sect. If not, establish friendly relations regardless."
"This disciple knows what must be done."
By now, everyone regarded the words of the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion as absolute truth.
Those listed on the Talents List were undoubtedly prodigies of their generation. Recruiting them early could forge Tianxin Sect’s future pillars.
"All of you, attend to your duties."
Fu Tianxing’s gaze passed over Qi Qingsi. Her cultivation had solidified, making her aura even more detached. Her eyes revealed not a trace of emotion.
"Qingsi, Ye Xian’er is at Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. Maintain regular contact with her," Fu Tianxing said, looking at Qi Qingsi. "Visit Heaven’s Secret Pavilion yourself when time permits."
"Yes."
Qi Qingsi’s voice was ethereal, cold and devoid of feeling.
The two Saints turned and departed.
They arrived at an ancient, towering hall known as the Hall of Heavenly Dao. It had stood since Tianxin Sect’s founding.
Within the hall sat an incense burner.
A single purple incense stick rested in it, long since burned to ash.
Fu Tianxing now produced another purple incense stick. He placed it slowly into the burner and ignited it.
The purple incense began to burn.
Symbol after symbol flowed out from it. The purple incense smoke seemed to pierce the void’s barrier, constructing a void passage.
Fu Tianxing channeled his magic power, writing words one by one. The characters transformed into symbols that streamed into the void passage.
Beyond the passage lay Central Prefecture’s Dao Gate.
This was Tianxin Sect’s sole method of contacting them.
Only one contact had been attempted since the sect’s founding; that first purple incense stick was burned then.
Regrettably, Central Prefecture’s Dao Gate had sent no reply.
This time, Fu Tianxing reported everything: the information about Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, the anomalies at Godfall Ridge, and the movements of the major powers, all to Central Prefecture’s Dao Gate.
"This is the best chance to reach Central Prefecture. If they ignore us again, then Tianxin Sect may have no further need for ties with Central Prefecture’s Dao Gate from this day forward."
Complex emotions stirred in Fu Tianxing’s eyes.
Su Qing leaned against Fu Tianxing’s shoulder. "Godfall Ridge witnessed such a great upheaval. People from the True Martial God Sect arrived, cultivators from the western regions came, yet no one from the Dao Gate appeared," she said softly. "That alone speaks of strangeness."
"We’ve been unable to contact Central Prefecture for over a hundred thousand years. Who knows what circumstances prevail there?"
The incense smoke curled and finally died out.
The void passage slowly vanished.
Not a single unusual sign manifested.
The light in Fu Tianxing’s eyes gradually dimmed. A breath of Turbid Energy escaped his lips as he held Su Qing and walked slowly out of the Hall of Heavenly Dao.
Creak.
With a sweep of his sleeve, the Hall of Heavenly Dao closed.
Buzz!
The instant the pair shut the hall, a purple beam burst forth from the void.
