Chapter 31: Sun-Moon Peak!
“Damn it! Damn it, damn it!”
“How could that Lu fellow improve so quickly?”
Zhang Luanfeng stormed out of the Spirit Field Bureau, trembling with rage, his face a mixture of uncertainty and turmoil.
He had spent a full year raising his cultivation to the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refining.
Then, with the aid of spiritual medicine, he had elevated his condition to its very best.
Yet after a year, when they met again, Lu Qingyang’s cultivation had become something he could not see through!
There were only two possibilities for such a situation.
One was that Lu Qingyang’s cultivation was higher than his.
The other was that Lu Qingyang’s cultivation was equal to his!
But regardless of which possibility it was, Zhang Luanfeng was unwilling to believe it.
He did not believe that anyone in this world could raise their cultivation from mid-stage Qi Refining to late-stage Qi Refining within a single year.
Unless… he is that kind of person!
Thinking of a certain possibility, Zhang Luanfeng’s face grew even paler.
If that was truly the case, then…
He would face utter annihilation.
Moreover, this Peak Selection Gathering might well be his burial ground.
No… I don’t believe it. I must be overthinking things.
He muttered to himself, his expression panicked.
No. Even if he is that kind of person, I cannot simply sit and wait for death.
A prodigy… it’s not as if none have ever died in the sect!
At this, he clenched his teeth hard, as if he had resolved himself to something.
Zhang Luanfeng took out a communication talisman and crushed it directly, sending the message out.
At the same time, within a certain cave residence atop the Three Peaks.
A young man in azure robes sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his expression focused, both eyes tightly shut.
A vast and surging pressure radiated outward, causing the surrounding space to faintly distort.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz~~~”
Beneath this pressure, fine droplets of water floated upward, drifting slowly toward the azure-robed youth.
“Crack, crack, crack~~~”
After those droplets flew into the azure-robed youth’s body, his skin began to redden, as if watered by drops of fresh blood.
A sharp pain struck. The azure-robed youth finally opened his eyes, and a terrifying edge burst forth from his pupils.
A cold sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.
“Ten years. Ten years of bitter cultivation are finally about to bear fruit.”
“This time, no matter what, I will be selected into Sun-Moon Peak!”
Before the words had fully left his mouth, a flash of light shone from the azure-robed youth’s bosom, and a jade slip fell into his hand.
“Hm?”
“Eh?”
Seeing the information within the jade slip, the azure-robed youth’s expression suddenly froze, and a cold light flowed through the depths of his eyes.
“From mid-stage Qi Refining to late-stage Qi Refining in one year, and he’s even participating in this year’s Peak Selection Gathering…”
“Where did this brat crawl out from?”
The azure-robed youth muttered to himself, both fists clenched tight.
“Forget it. No matter who he is, this year’s Sun-Moon Peak is mine alone!”
“I’ve cultivated bitterly for ten years. I refuse to believe a single Qi Refining disciple could catch Sun-Moon Peak’s eye!”
The azure-robed youth took a deep breath and reined in the edge radiating from his body.
“However, just to be safe, I can make some preparations…”
With that thought, the azure-robed youth summoned his flying sword and shot toward the Outer Gate…
The Outer Gate, Medicine Hall.
Lu Qingyang sat cross-legged in the Deacon’s courtyard, motionless as a statue, a pair of calm eyes gazing forward.
Before him, the Attribute Panel only he could see floated in mid-air.
【Name: Lu Qingyang】
【Constitution: Tier 3+】
【Comprehension: Tier 1+】
【Fortune: Tier 1+】
【Family Background: Tier 1+】
【Remaining Simulation Points: 32】
【Simulation Save: None】
【Simulation Cooling Down: 26 days 23 hours 59 minutes 59 seconds】
Now the Simulation Points are enough to upgrade Constitution again. But ever since I started simulating Foundation Establishment, the difficulty always spikes sharply.
So for now, I need to think of a way to deepen the simulation process…
Lu Qingyang’s thoughts raced, and he quickly had his answer.
If I raise Fortune by two tiers, the danger might be much less, and it would also increase what I gain from the simulations.
With that thought, he placed his mind directly on the black plus sign beside the “Fortune” column.
【Ding! Simulation attribute upgrade successful.】
【Ding! Simulation attribute upgrade successful.】
【Constitution: Tier 3】
【Comprehension: Tier 1】
【Fortune: Tier 3】
【Family Background: Tier 1】
【Remaining Simulation Points: 2】
Two notification tones rang out in succession, and he let out a faint breath of relief.
For now, I only need to quietly wait for the Peak Selection Gathering to begin.
Thinking of the Peak Selection Gathering, a complex look flickered in Lu Qingyang’s eyes.
According to what Sun Shan said, after the Peak Selection Gathering I should be promoted to Flame Grass Peak.
Flame Grass Peak oversees the Chaotian Sect’s artifacts, making it the wealthiest branch within the sect. And I was already a Deacon of the Medicine Hall.
After entering Flame Grass Peak, a seat as Vice Bureau Chief of the Spirit Field Bureau is certain to be mine.
It’s just that…
Lu Qingyang’s brows knitted tightly, and a trace of curiosity flowed through his eyes.
Why is Sun-Moon Peak so mysterious? The main Dao, the licenses, overseeing the Sect Master Bureau…
Could it be that Sun-Moon Peak governs the Chaotian Sect’s dao lineage?
The more Lu Qingyang thought about it, the more possible it seemed.
For some reason, he was rather interested in Sun-Moon Peak.
If the opportunity is right, Sun-Moon Peak is worth looking into as well.
Lu Qingyang thought to himself, then stopped his idle thoughts and began studying his techniques.
“Whoosh!”
With a flip of Lu Qingyang’s fingers, a cloud the size of a palm appeared in his hand.
The cloud was jade-green throughout, a pleasing sight to behold, and it emitted a refreshing fragrance that made him could not help but draw in a deep breath.
Top-grade Minor Rain-Cloud Art, truly wondrous beyond compare.
Lu Qingyang’s mind stirred, and the Minor Rain-Cloud Art instantly began to transform.
One moment it produced speckled hail, the next it turned into goose-feather snow.
After running through its variations, Lu Qingyang waved his hand to disperse it, then formed the seals for the Wind-Thunder Art to continue cultivating.
Top-grade Wind-Thunder Art was extremely rare throughout the entire Chaotian Sect.
Lu Qingyang flipped his palm, and two small, exquisite thunder dragons formed at his fingertips.
The thunder dragons were wreathed in streaks of incomparably fierce astral wind, emitting a crackling, popping sound.
Lu Qingyang’s gaze fell on the tails of the two thunder dragons, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Right now, I only have these two arts and the Flame Burst Art at top grade. I’ve cultivated plenty of other techniques, but they mostly hover between mid and high grade.
As for my own spiritual power, the Wind-Thunder Art and Flame Burst Art are my greatest killing moves right now!
Thinking of this, his gaze shifted to the formation plate at his waist.
A single formation plate could control five Nightshade Shuttles.
And in his storage bag, he still had a full nine sets of formation plates like this.
As for why Lu Qingyang could be so wealthy, it was naturally thanks to the Yun Commandery Governor…
The Great Zhou’s practice of refining Human Pills from mortal commoners — the sect cannot possibly be unaware of it.
Yet they did not step forward to stop it, which means the sect still holds some fear of the Great Zhou.
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyang’s expression could not help but grow grave.
Having stayed in the Chaotian Sect for so long, he knew it could be considered a righteous, reputable sect.
Yet toward the Great Zhou’s blatant demonic path conduct, they turned a blind eye. From this, one could see the Chaotian Sect’s attitude toward the Great Zhou.
But what exactly is the principle behind this Human Pill…?
Lu Qingyang fished a pill of ashen white out of his storage bag and examined it carefully.
The pill was round throughout, icy cold to the touch.
Not only did it entirely lack any pill fragrance, it also gave off an indescribable stench.
Lu Qingyang sniffed lightly, his expression somewhat disgusted.
No matter how he looked at it, this pill seemed like a poison pill.
He would absolutely never consume it himself to test it on his own body.
Forget it. Once I have some free time, I will drop by the Spirit Pill Bureau and learn a few pill-refining techniques.
I want to see just what in the world this “Human Pill” is.