390: Chapter 17 Xuanjin Venerable Lu Chan 390: Chapter 17 Xuanjin Venerable Lu Chan War was inevitable, and in the three-hundred-year-long great war between humans and Demons, not even the powerful cultivators at the True Monarch level could avoid death.
To reward them and to assure the powerful cultivators of no worries for their future, the Daoist Sect promised to secure their heritage.
How could the descendants of an entire family who died for their country be in such a state?
Xie Yunnan’s expression turned grave, and Chi Yu Zi also slightly furrowed his brow.
Gu Wen had not participated in the great war between humans and Demons, but he could understand its significance.
The Golden Core female cultivator who had been restrained on the ground clenched her teeth tightly, crushing the pill hidden in the crevices of her teeth.
The pill ingested, her aura began to expand rapidly, from the Golden Core Middle Stage soaring to the latter stage.
She broke free from Xie Yunnan’s restraints and had just managed to prop herself up to attempt an escape when Chi Yu Zi appeared behind her, lifted his foot slightly, and then brought it down hard.
Boom!
The earth trembled slightly, and the floor of the Mountain God Temple cracked like a spider-web.
The Golden Core female cultivator’s chest was putrid, and her aura plummeted.
Chi Yu Zi grasped her head with one hand, and the typically intricate Soul Search was completed in an instant for ordinary people.
Standing by, She Jingqiu held her breath, her mind filled with calculations and considerations of how to enlist assistance from these people, but in that moment, she was too perturbed by the extreme display of power.
To think that a large cultivator in the Golden Core Stage could be crushed like an ant, what level of cultivation did this represent?
The Nascent Soul Stage, the Divine Separation Stage, or even True Monarchs in the Returning to Void Stage?!
At this thought, She Jingqiu hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to Chi Yu Zi, “Please, True Monarch, rectify this wrong for your junior!
I am the orphaned heiress of the Ninghua Sect, given the Daoist Sect’s decree to temporarily join the Qianfeng Sect.
I never imagined Qianfeng Sect would covet the Ninghua Sect’s treasures and imprison me to extract them.”
Her kowtowing was heavy and muffled, tears mingling with dust.
Chi Yu Zi turned his gaze to Gu Wen, and Gu Wen instructed Xie Yunnan, saying, “Leave it to you.”
Xie Yunnan stepped forward to help She Jingqiu up, “Please tell us everything in detail.
I am Xie Xiaonan from Liuyun Sect, and these two are respected elders of my sect.”
The two began to converse, and the woman’s weeping echoed throughout the Mountain God Temple.
Chi Yu Zi reached into the fire and grabbed a sweet potato, breaking it in half and sharing it with Gu Wen, transmitting his thoughts, “I just searched her Divine Soul, and she doesn’t seem to be lying.
However, it’s strange that the Qianfeng Sect wouldn’t lack a Dao Artifact, so they wouldn’t take such a big risk for the Ninghua treasure.”
“It’s also odd that a Golden Core would dare to act.
Even if they did acquire it, what then?
Every ten years, the Daoist Sect sends people for inspection, and other sects would report if they see anything.”
Gu Wen replied, “No system is perfect when it comes to dealing with people.”
Chi Yu Zi immediately pronounced a verdict, “It must be Lu Chan’s unchanging demonic nature!”
“Why do you have such a problem with her?”
“Hmph!”
Chi Yu Zi snorted coldly, clearly holding a significant grudge.
This was because, privately, rumors had circulated about Lu Chan and Gu Wen within their generation.
As for who Lu Chan was—a female cultivator who practiced the solitary yin method and belonged to the Demon Sect—how could she be associated with Gu Wen?
Chi Yu Zi always sided with those close to her and not with reason.
She believed that if it came to a romantic pairing, it could only be Yu Hua and Gu Wen.
Half a two-hour period later, Xie Yunnan finished enquiring and provided She Jingqiu with medicinal pills to heal her injuries.
She Jingqiu sat cross-legged on the ground, her eyes closed as she healed.
Xie Yunnan reported the situation to Gu Wen and Chi Yu Zi.
The gist of it was that the nephew of the current Vice Sect Leader of the Qianfeng Sect had indecent designs on her, planning to betroth her to himself for the Ninghua Sect inheritance.
It was like an allegory of a domestic tyrant in the Cultivation World.
Then, as conflicts between She Jingqiu and the Qianfeng Sect intensified, she was kidnapped upon leaving the sect and locked in a pitch-dark dungeon.
After seven days in captivity, a fight between great cultivators happened to rupture the prison.
She Jingqiu escaped and was pursued relentlessly; none of the people she sought help from lent a hand.
This was her flight for two months.
The next piece of the story was Gu Wen traveling hundreds of miles to the Mountain God Temple and ‘coincidentally’ stumbling upon the event, which could hardly be called a coincidence.
“Commoners who want to break the rules, if they’re so keen on family bloodlines, then why bother cultivating to become an Immortal.”
Chi Yu Zi cursed, and then he bowed his head to continue gnawing on the sweet potato.
The Cultivation World has a tradition of severing ties with the mundane world, not just for cultivation purposes but also for the continuity of the sect.
It was rare, but not impossible, for a great power of a first-class sect to have a nephew.
Maybe it was a generation with two geniuses or an exceptional talent after skipping a generation.
Cultivation talent couldn’t be stably passed through bloodlines and often didn’t live up to expectations.
Beyond the True Monarch level, it was difficult to have children, and those born below often didn’t outperform their parents by much.
A sect leader of a third-class sect would at least be a True Monarch from the Returning to Void Stage, as only then could they truly command a region.
All those families were insignificant and couldn’t make it into respectable circles.
Applying family bloodline principles to a sect would only degrade it to insignificance.
Xie Yunnan scratched her head, looking puzzled, “A first-class sect doesn’t lack for Taoist Soldiers, and the Ninghua Sect’s treasure is a unique object that aids cultivation, but it shouldn’t make them lose their minds.”
She looked back at She Jingqiu, who was now meditating and, under the effect of the pills, would not wake up for quite some time.
“And she might not be entirely correct; we still have to confirm this with the Qianfeng Sect.”
Chi Yu Zi said, “Soul Search?”
Xie Yunnan shook her head repeatedly, “Absolutely not, Soul Searching would inevitably damage the foundational essence.
The female cultivator earlier met her own folly, attempting escape; she must have been guilty of something.”
“It’s simple, why don’t we just ask Fellow Daoist Lu?”
Gu Wen finished the sweet potato, rolled up his sleeves, and wiped the ashes from the corners of his mouth.