Chapter 1036: Chapter 1034: The Sect Is Wealthy
As the years passed by, a few hurried centuries have flown. Some people are just starting their journey, stepping out to meet the morning sun, while others have seen their vitality dry up and stepped into their twilight years.
Such a gap makes people’s hearts ache.
The elderly Peak Master led Zhuge Wushuang into the Wuji Sect.
There are dozens of old people here too, their life’s essence dimmed; some of them were once fellow disciples, while others came later.
The Peak Master excitedly introduced: "My disciple has returned, Old Qi, do you see? He’s already in the Quasi-Emperor Realm."
"Wushuang?" an elderly person raised their head.
"Yes, Wushuang, a Different Body..." The Peak Master couldn’t hide his joy, but his old face made it hard to express: "Remember? He’s already in the Quasi-Emperor Realm, he’s still alive, his vitality is strong, he can live for another ten thousand years."
"That’s wonderful!" Several old people became excited: "Quasi-Emperor Realm! Such a distant and unattainable height."
"What an achievement."
"Child, have you seen my disciple?" In the corner, a tattered old man suddenly asked, rushing over.
The smell on him was strong and foul, making one retch.
But Zhuge Wushuang didn’t push him away, recognizing him as Wu Qi, the Peak Master of Wanjian Peak, who was asking about his disciple, Mo Wuwei.
"My disciple is very smart, he’s a Sword Heart Body, his name is Mo Wuwei."
"Have you seen him?"
"I miss him a lot."
"I’m old, I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again..." Wu Qi mumbled as he spoke, releasing his grip on Zhuge Wushuang and returning to the corner.
He gazed at the broken palace ceiling, talking to himself: "Where is my disciple? Who has seen him?"
The Peak Master quietly explained: "Years ago, when the Wuji Sect faced many incidents, he was injured in a great battle and suffered mental issues. Now he’s mad every day, remembers nothing, only that he had a disciple."
Zhuge Wushuang looked up slightly, his nose tingling, as he watched the mad old man. For a moment, he was filled with guilt inside.
If it weren’t for him, Mo Wuwei would never have ventured onto the Ancient Road, nor been besieged by the Alliance branch, leading to his being pinned down on a mountain.
It was he who caused Mo Wuwei’s death.
Zhuge Wushuang knelt silently, bowing to him.
"Have you seen my disciple?" Wu Qi asked again, staring intently at Zhuge Wushuang...
The next moment, his cloudy eyes slowly cleared.
"Are you Zhuge Wushuang?" Wu Qi came to his senses, staring blankly at the middled-aged man with abundant vitality in front of him.
"Uncle Master, it’s me." Zhuge Wushuang choked, "I’m sorry, I didn’t take good care of Wuwei."
"Oh, has Wuwei gone?"
"Yes!"
"Stand up!"
"Uncle Master, please grieve no more."
Wu Qi fell silent, his eyes once more becoming vacant.
Outside the door.
Liu Ting’er had been watching them. Although she couldn’t understand their bittersweet reunion, at that moment, she felt the urge to cry.
Zhuge Wushuang slowly stood up, taking out a large pile of ninth-grade Spirit Pills.
But a group of old people declined, shaking their heads and saying: "Child, keep such precious things for yourself! We are already old; even consuming these Spirit Pills wouldn’t let us live much longer."
They were used to poverty; even a fifth-grade Spirit Pill, they were reluctant to consume themselves, preferring to save it for those in greater need.
Not to mention that what Zhuge Wushuang took out were ninth-grade Spirit Pills.
Such pills, each one worth a fortune!
They are nearly unheard of on the Heaven Martial Continent.
Zhuge Wushuang quickly said: "Today’s Wuji Sect is no longer the same; we have plenty of ninth-grade Spirit Pills, so don’t refuse, or Wushuang will really get angry."
Seeing what he said, the elders couldn’t say much, but they still didn’t eat them, just stored them away.
Zhuge Wushuang spoke again: "Please eat!"
"Child, you have good intentions, but ninth-grade Spirit Pills..."
Whoa!
Zhuge Wushuang found himself at a loss for words and didn’t know how to explain. He had no choice but to take out a large pile of ninth-grade Spirit Pills.
A group of old people stared in shock.
"The current Wuji Sect is very wealthy, we eat eighth and ninth-grade Spirit Pills as meals every day." He continued.
This, of course, was nonsense.
No matter in which era, even in the Wen Dynasty, eighth and ninth-grade Spirit Pills couldn’t be consumed as meals.
The reason he had so many Spirit Pills was entirely due to his status.
The reason he took them out was to allow these old people to eat with peace of mind.
Sure enough...
Several old people no longer hesitated. After swallowing the ninth-grade Spirit Pills, they felt a sense of elevation throughout their bodies, and a bit of vitality appeared on their wrinkled faces.
Although the fact that Life Origin is dim cannot be changed, at least it can be alleviated.
Zhuge Wushuang took out a pile of methods of cultivation, skills, divine skills, Sword Dao, fist techniques, spear techniques... etc...
He said: "Wuji Sect has already become the top sect of the Nine Heavens, overlooking the Nine Heavens and the Earth, pointing its sword at all heavens and realms, these methods of cultivation are piled up like mountains in the sect."
The elders: "..."
"And these Divine Weapons..." He took them out piece by piece, King Tao Divine Weapons, Imperial Dao Divine Weapons, Sacred Soldiers, Great Saint Weapons, Quasi-Emperor Weapons...
Piled up in front, like trash.
Each weapon emitted strong divine fluctuations.
"..."
They were silent.
"Damn, dreaming again." An elder suddenly cursed, slapping the elder beside him.
The latter angrily said: "Why the hell did you hit me?"
"Do you feel pain?" The elder was surprised.
"Of course."
"Isn’t this a dream?"
"Doesn’t seem like it."
"Ninth-tier elixir, supreme cultivation skills, divine skills, supreme Sword Dao, oh... and Quasi-Emperor Weapons, damn." As he spoke, his eyes widened with disbelief.
The Peak Master of Jiuli Peak was the first to come to his senses, quickly selecting a simple and unadorned sword.
But this sword turned out to be a Quasi-Emperor Weapon.
The elder next to him cursed: "You don’t practice Sword Dao, why the hell are you snatching my sword?"
Although their cultivation levels weren’t too high, they could still discern the grade of Divine Weapons. With Quasi-Emperor Weapons present, who would look at those second-rate ones?
Seeing this, Zhuge Wushuang took out another sword, a Quasi-Emperor Weapon with Sword Body.
"Hahaha... good lad, marvelous!" The elder immediately rushed over.
"No rush, you can divide these among yourselves!" Zhuge Wushuang wasn’t stingy, his main purpose for coming back this time lay here.
The Wuji Sect of the Tian Wu Continent is their root, if the roots aren’t good, no matter how powerful they are, of what use is it?
The group of elders, though declining in blood and Qi, with low cultivation levels and poor aspects, if they are provided with resources, they can break through several levels, and won’t Life Origin return?
Hundreds of years of life are just a beginning, it shouldn’t be the end.
Seeing him speak this way, the elders weren’t polite anymore, quickly swarming to snatch.
Soon, the resources placed on the ground were all seized, each cursing but satisfied.
The Peak Master immediately pulled him aside, his expression grave: "Is the Wuji Sect of the Nine Heavens and Earth failing? So you came back to develop?"
He couldn’t quite believe that the Wuji Sect had become this wealthy, throwing out Ninth-tier elixirs, supreme divine skills, supreme Sword Dao, and Quasi-Emperor Weapons for them to choose at will.
They were already old, with really few years left to live.
Unless the Wuji Sect of the Nine Heavens and Earth has encountered a major catastrophe, hence, they need to return to develop the foundations of Wuji Sect.
Uh!
Zhuge Wushuang smiled and said: "Of course not, Chen has just settled the turmoil, overturned the Ancient City, destroyed the Alliance lineage, now the Wuji Sect is flourishing, who dares to strike against us?"
"That’s good!" The Peak Master exhaled in relief.
Having just swallowed a Ninth-tier elixir, even he hadn’t noticed, his physical condition had recovered significantly, at least no longer needing a cane.
"Additionally..." Zhuge Wushuang returned to the front of the crowd, pointing to Liu Ting’er standing at the entrance: "This one will be the sect leader of Tian Wu Wuji Sect from now on."
Liu Ting’er: "..."
A group of elders: "..."
Her?
A little girl of just over ten years.
Are you kidding?
Even Liu Ting’er was bewildered, having come back just to visit, how did she end up as the sect leader?
Just then, an old man hurriedly ran in here: "Something’s wrong! A group of people is clamoring to see our sect leader, fearing they’re hostile!"
He was just an ordinary disciple, had not been here just now, nor entered the Nine Heavens with the spaceship.
Rumbling!
The group looked at him.
The old man continued: "Seems like they’re from the Heavens, their aura terribly frightening, wanting to see our sect leader..."
He paused.
Nangong Jue had already fallen, buried on Qingfeng, accompanied by Baili Jiansan.
Along with the turmoil of the Tian Wu Continent recently, the Wuji Sect hadn’t had time to select a new sect leader, besides... the Wuji Sect of Tian Wu seemed to be declining, with no suitable candidates.
And now, there was a group of people from the Heavens, the Human Clan, wanting to see their sect leader, thus, he immediately sensed trouble.
PS: Transitioning some Ancient City climax emotion, about to set off for the next stop...
