Chapter 114: 077: Even if coincidence becomes cause and effect, after all, chance is also accidental (Big Chapter seeks monthly ticket)_1 Chapter 114: 077: Even if coincidence becomes cause and effect, after all, chance is also accidental (Big Chapter seeks monthly ticket)_1 The round, silver moon, like a disc, rose above the ridge, lighting up the valley and its rushing stream like a lantern.
Inside the valley, the rushing current moved tumultuously amongst the jagged rocks, the sound of water was incessant to the ears, glistening like countless pieces of snow silver under the moonlight.
The cool, night wind swept through, as clear and pure as the moonlight itself.
It was said that if you saw a great expanse of shiny silver in the distance at night, you were looking at the famous Yingyue Sect of the Eastern Region.
The rumored clarity of the Silver Lake’s waters is not solely due to the moonlight; even more so, it is due to the water being from a Spiritual Spring, which is quite extraordinary.
In the past, the late-stage Golden Core cultivator of this sect, Yingyue True Monarch, had used this spiritual spring as a treasure land to start his sect.
On one of these nights, a young man in thin clothes knelt down outside a single-house in the Yingyue Sect, pouring out his thoughts and anxiously waiting for a response.
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After a while, a low, middle-aged voice sounded from inside the house.
“You wish to return to the mundane Nanxun to seek traces of the Demon Star?
Pointless…
We had people scour Nanxun upside down years ago, yielding nothing.
Even worse, some fell victim to the traps left by the Demon Star, leading to the death of some Dao associates.”
Nangong Yun, kneeling on the ground, was slightly shocked at these words.
Just how strong was the Demon Star who allegedly embarked on the Martial Immortal Path?
Back in the mundane world, even if he had already become a cultivator, his strength should be at most at the third or fourth level of Qi Cultivation, right?
In such a spiritually poor place, could the traps left behind really kill cultivators?
“There is no need to overthink.
In a place lacking in spiritual energy, our cultivators would gradually lose spiritual energy if they stay there for too long, naturally reducing their combat power.
It’s not abnormal to die in some traps…”
Another voice came from within the house, “Foolish boy, if you really want to go back, you need to prepare a hundred middle-level Spirit Stones.
Every time we activate the Shifting Array for a round trip, it requires a hundred middle-level Spirit Stones.
This wealth is not a small sum for your master and won’t be given to you to waste.
We, the five major sects, simultaneously held the Ascension Conference in the past.
Each sect provided twenty middle-level Spirit Stones and we tried only once every hundred years.
From a broader perspective, it can be considered a small-scale investment, the loss wouldn’t be significant, but looking at it now, the actual significance isn’t high either, because…”
The person inside stopped speaking.
The person outside understood perfectly well.
His heart couldn’t help but sink amidst the melancholy.
Upon arrival, he fantasized about how he would turn the tables someday.
After many years, he felt all his arrogance and edges had been polished away, realizing he had indeed grown a lot.
Outsiders speculated that he was favored by two Foundation Establishment Elders and even the Golden Core old ancestor.
They thought he was being guided and promoted, and that he had discovered another path of cultivation, exhibiting extraordinary talents.
Only he knew that he was simply an experimental subject.
The purpose of his existence was to allow the old ancestor or interested dignitaries to study him and thereby gain insight into the path of the ‘Demon Star’.
But what exactly the Demon Star did and where he is now, he had no idea.
The more it was so, the more he felt like he was living in someone else’s shadow.
The pain he felt was intense, and he increasingly desired to understand the Demon Star.
He even harbored ambitions of inheriting the Demon Star’s path and then crushing everyone who looked down on him.
Unfortunately…
he didn’t even have enough money to go back and investigate.
A hundred middle-level Spirit Stones might not be too much or too little for his master, a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.
But evidently, his master was not going to invest that in him.
“Master, there was another person who came with me that year.
He was not chosen by the sect but became a Loose Cultivator!”
“His martial arts skills were far better than mine, and his understanding of martial arts was also more thorough.
I want to find him, to improve myself with his understanding of martial arts.”
“Oh?…All right, you have taken the Qianyuan Pill bestowed by the old ancestor, and you are now at the fourth level of Qi Cultivation.
You have taken a different path and your combat power is the strongest in the same realm, so you can go down the mountain for training.
If you can’t find the person, you can take the sect token and seek help from nearby cultivation families who have close relations with us.
For example, the Full Moon Manor, Cold Moon Palace, Moonlight Market’s Ming family, these cultivation families were founded by disciples of my Yingyue Sect who dispersed and established their own establishments.
They have more information!”
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Nangong Yun felt colder at the words.
His master had never agreed to let him go down the mountain before, fearing for his safety.
Now so easily agreeing shows that the Golden Core elder ancestor was likely dissatisfied with the results of the latest experiment, right?
…
In the blink of an eye, more than forty days passed.
At the Ming Mansion within the Peach Blossom Woods of the Moonlight Market.
Accompanied by a low murmur, a faint Spiritual Might seemed to explode in the air.
At that moment, a large tree in the courtyard suddenly burst open, spewing a large amount of poison juice and poison fog.
The poison fog appeared to be mist, but in reality, it was a large number of spore-like, bizarre creatures.
As the wind swirled, they drifted all over the place.
Some of them fell directly onto dozens of ants on the ground, which had been attracted by a puddle of sugar water.
In an instant, numerous tiny spore-like poisonous Gu qi infiltrated these ants’ bodies through the joints.
After a short time, all the ants were controlled.
“Go––”
Chen Dengming moved his finger nonchalantly.
The group of ants, manipulated by his will, ran swiftly on the ground, forming various patterns.
But in actuality, it was not the ants that were moving, but the fungal filaments formed by the “Water Shadow Wood Poison Gu Skill” that were controlling the ants’ bodies, making them look like marionettes.
Even at this moment, the areas in the courtyard covered by the spore-like poison qi were all within the range of Chen Dengming’s Daoism.