Chapter 46: Little Martial-Uncle!
“Director Lu, your contributions have been tallied.”
“A total of three hundred mature medicinal seedlings, converted to twelve thousand contribution points. All of it has been transferred to you.”
Sun Shan respectfully presented Lu Qingyang’s identity jade token.
“Mm.”
Lu Qingyang accepted the jade token. Watching the distant backs of Lin Xiong and the others, he reined in the aggressive attitude he had just displayed.
His gaze flickered.
Four years of Foundation Establishment, and his cultivation had not only reached mid-stage Foundation Establishment, he had also learned a whole array of second-tier techniques.
The Wind-Thunder Art from earlier years had now been advanced into the Three-Thunder Wind Gang.
The Flame Burst Art had also been replaced with the Five-Flame Spirit Blast!
However, though Lu Qingyang had spent a great deal of contribution points to learn a series of second-tier techniques.
Among them, the Three-Thunder Wind Gang and the Five-Flame Spirit Blast had even been cultivated to the advanced level.
Though only advanced, a second-tier advanced technique unleashed was truly terrifying in power!
Compared to first-tier techniques, it was simply frightening.
As for that Minor Rain-Cloud Art, Lu Qingyang had made no progress.
He had once wondered whether he could cultivate a ‘Dao’-level Minor Rain-Cloud Art.
In the end, years passed, and there had been not the slightest advancement.
Now it seemed a ‘Dao’-level technique was far from easy to cultivate.
Aside from techniques, Lu Qingyang had finally found the time to cultivate the art of pill refinement.
He had already reached advanced-level pill refinement.
Now he was a true advanced Pill Refiner.
His status in the cultivation world was equivalent to that of a True Monarch great cultivator.
Moreover, he had also dabbled in artifact refinement, reaching advanced-level artifact refinement as well.
Dual cultivation in pills and artifacts, truly astonishing.
At this thought, Lu Qingyang couldn’t help but think of that Great Zhou Human Pill again.
“The Great Zhou Imperial Court truly deserves death, fusing the painful thoughts of mortals into flesh and blood essence to temper pills — it is despicable to the extreme!”
Killing intent surged in Lu Qingyang’s eyes.
That Human Pill did indeed have the effect of increasing cultivation and extending lifespan.
But eating this pill regularly would gradually taint a cultivator’s soul. If it accumulated to a certain degree.
The risk of demonic corruption was unavoidable!
In Lu Qingyang’s view, this pill was garbage.
“I truly don’t know what kind of demonic cultivators make up this Great Zhou Imperial Court.”
Lu Qingyang shook his head, reined in his thoughts, said farewell to Old Huang and the others, and with a flicker of his body.
He appeared at the peak of Sun-Moon Peak.
He had been in secluded cultivation for four years. Though he had accepted the duty of the Nine Bureaus of Inspection, he had yet to accomplish anything.
Today was the first time he had patrolled within the sect, but since he had killed someone, it was naturally necessary to report it.
To avoid giving people cause for criticism…
Sun-Moon Peak Great Hall. Wei Xian stood with his back turned, as always.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang quickened his pace, respectfully cupped his hands and bowed.
“Master.”
“Mm. What brings you to me?”
“This disciple killed someone in the sect today.”
“Oh?”
Hearing this, Wei Xian slowly turned around.
“Who?”
“Spirit Field Bureau Vice Bureau Chief Zhang Luanfeng. Nominally a guest official of the Lin Clan, in truth just a household slave.”
“Oh? The Lin Clan?”
“Yes.”
Lu Qingyang solemnly recounted the day’s events to Wei Xian in full.
Hearing this, Wei Xian merely waved his hand, indicating it didn’t matter.
“The fault is not yours. You are of the Nine Bureaus of Inspection; you killed according to law.”
“Let this matter pass. If the Lin Clan makes trouble, tell them to come speak at Sun-Moon Peak.”
Hearing Wei Xian’s obvious protective bias.
Lu Qingyang couldn’t help but feel warmth in his heart.
“Thank you, Master.”
“No need for courtesy. I happen to have a matter to entrust to you.”
“Please instruct me, Master.”
Wei Xian pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke.
“Three days from now is the centennial opening of the Martial Marquis Tomb in Yun Commandery.”
“At that time, the sects of Great Zhou will all send people.”
“Since you have just come out of seclusion, you may as well go along.”
“Mm?”
“The Martial Marquis Tomb? Leaving the sect?”
Hearing Wei Xian’s words, Lu Qingyang’s eyes narrowed.
He had been in secluded cultivation for years in order to break through to Golden Core as soon as possible, and also to have a voice within the Chaotian Sect.
So as to protect his people.
Moreover, he had said that he would not leave the sect until he broke through to Golden Core.
But now, Wei Xian was actually telling him to go to some Martial Marquis Tomb.
This place didn’t sound right at all!
Lu Qingyang’s heart stirred slightly, and he quickly spoke.
“This disciple’s cultivation is shallow. I fear I am not up to the task.”
“Mm? You are unwilling?”
“Do you know that this Martial Marquis Tomb was left behind by the founding Marquis of the Great Zhou Imperial Court? The things inside would make even ordinary True Monarchs flock to it.”
“After all, the Martial Marquis’s cultivation before his death had already stepped into Nascent Soul. That is extremely rare across the entire Great Zhou.”
Wei Xian looked at Lu Qingyang.
“If not for the restrictive formation on this tomb that prevents Golden Core True Monarchs from entering, your Master would certainly have gone to take a look as well.”
“The tomb of a Nascent Soul ancestor?”
“It feels even more dangerous now…”
Hearing this, Lu Qingyang inwardly cried out that things were bad, but still forced himself to remain calm.
“This disciple’s cultivation is lowly. I prefer quiet cultivation. Perhaps Chao San and the other Senior Brothers in the sect should go instead.”
“I won’t compete with my Senior Brothers for this fated opportunity.”
“In that case, then…”
“No!”
“Three million sword immortals in heaven, yet when they meet me they must bow their heads!”
“How can a disciple of my Sun-Moon Peak be so timid!”
Just as Wei Xian was about to agree to Lu Qingyang.
A low, hoarse male voice suddenly resounded.
As the echo of those words fell, a black-robed youth drifted in from outside the hall.
Black hair draped over his shoulders, white strands at his temples, posture ramrod straight, like a sharp sword piercing the heavens!
“Here we go again…”
Hearing that familiar speech from behind him, the corner of Lu Qingyang’s mouth twitched.
His Little Martial-Uncle from Sun-Moon Peak, Jun Moyan, had arrived.
This Little Martial-Uncle of his, whose name was already so edgy, had to recite a few lines of thoroughly pretentious poetry before every appearance, along with those narcissistic words that made him want to vomit blood.
“Martial-Uncle, that is not what I meant. I only…”
Lu Qingyang explained helplessly.
“Martial-Nephew, when I saw you upon returning to the sect the day before yesterday, that ancient poem you taught me was truly excellent.”
“But why are you so afraid of death? Single-mindedly cultivating in silence will never make you a great talent!”
“Alright Martial-Uncle, say no more, I’ll go.”
Lu Qingyang waved his hand helplessly, preparing to leave.
A sidelong-glancing Senior Brother, paired with a back-turned Master, and now a chuunibyou Martial-Uncle had arrived.
He really was a bit tired…
“That’s more like it!”
“By the way, Martial-Nephew, if you can teach me a couple more ancient poems, it wouldn’t be impossible for this Martial-Uncle to accompany you on this trip.”
“Truly?”
Lu Qingyang’s eyes lit up.
“Naturally.”
Jun Moyan patted his chest in guarantee.
“Martial-Uncle, listen!”
“Ten steps kill one man, a thousand li without a trace. When the deed is done, brush off your robes and go, hiding your body and name.”
“Hisss, good poem!”
Jun Moyan praised, then his eyes brightened further. “A good poem, a good poem! Though this line lacks the domineering flair of three million sword immortals, it exudes a bold, free-spirited air. Excellent! Too excellent!”
Lu Qingyang: “…”
He felt a wave of helplessness in his heart.
“Master, then I shall take my leave first, to go prepare.”
With that, Lu Qingyang hurriedly retreated from the great hall.
After he left, Jun Moyan was still muttering to himself.
Seemingly practicing what tone of voice would make this poem sound even better.
Seeing this, Wei Xian also turned his body, occasionally shifting his back, as if adjusting the angle…