Chapter 107: The Grand Event of the Seven Dynasties, Where Geniuses Gather [Third Update]
“Brother Fang Wang, I suppose you came for the Falling Sky Secret Realm as well? To be able to settle into such a cave dwelling early, your background must be extraordinary. Could it be that you come from the Fang family of Great Wei?” Hu Poxie asked with curiosity.
Fang Wang nodded and said, “This is my first time participating in the Falling Sky Secret Realm. I had been secluded in cultivation before, but now I’m preparing to go out and see if I can gather any useful information.”
He could discern Hu Poxie’s cultivation level.
Third tier of the Profound Heart Realm!
Impressive!
It seemed Hu Poxie was also a prodigious talent.
“Is that so? Well, Brother Fang, like me, I’ve been cultivating within my clan since the start. Since that’s the case, why don’t we wander around together? Once we enter the Falling Sky Secret Realm, if we meet, we can watch out for each other,” Hu Poxie said warmly with a smile.
Fang Wang feigned hesitation. “To be honest, aside from gathering intelligence, I have a personal matter to attend to.”
Upon hearing this, Hu Poxie could only express regret but did not press the matter. After some more polite conversation, the two flew out from the corridor window together.
Fang Wang quickly landed on a bustling street and strolled forward.
Falling Sky City spanned dozens of miles, with many streets. Here lived cultivators and mortals alike, though even the mortals aspired to pursue the path of immortality.
From this perspective, Great Wei truly might surpass Great Qi, as the culture of cultivation was far more vibrant.
Fang Wang mingled among the crowd, with the little purple snake resting on his shoulder. Along the way, they drew little attention—after all, raising snakes was not uncommon. He saw people covered in crawling scorpions and others leading a two-headed lion; all kinds of strange and wondrous demon beasts were present.
Meanwhile, in a pavilion by the river, a group of young cultivators had gathered, including Ye Xiang and Xu Qiuming.
Xu Qiuming sat at the table drinking tea, his gaze fixed on a small boat floating on the wide, turbulent Weijiang River. The wooden boat seemed minuscule on the vast river, as if it might be swallowed by the waters at any moment. Yet, it did not drift with the current but remained stationary.
Ye Xiang sat beside him. There were five people at the table, all the top disciples of major sects, each with cultivation above the Profound Heart Realm, while other disciples either sat meditating or stood by the window enjoying the view.
Suddenly, one asked, “Do you think Fang Wang will come? He’s been missing for a year. What could possibly take him away so long?”
At this, all eyes turned to Ye Xiang, as he was from the Taiyuan Sect and knew best.
Ye Xiang answered, “Who knows? But do you hope he comes or not?”
This question silenced them all.
Xu Qiuming spoke, “Naturally, we hope he comes. Don’t forget, the reason we’re here isn’t just for our own opportunities but also to gather information on Great Wei. If someone could suppress the heroes of Great Wei, wouldn’t that bring glory to Great Qi?”
His words struck a chord, and everyone agreed.
“If Fang Wang comes, who could stop him?”
“Hahaha, now that you say it, I’m looking forward to it.”
“In truth, even if Fang Wang doesn’t come, Xu Qiuming himself is qualified. Don’t forget, Lü Changge is one of Great Wei’s top cultivators.”
“Indeed, defeating a Grand Cultivator at the Condensed Spirit Realm while at Profound Heart Realm? Does Great Wei truly have such figures?”
“In that case, we certainly must strive harder.”
The cultivators began to discuss, even imagining how to compete with Great Wei’s cultivators.
At that moment, a male cultivator leapt onto the pavilion, speaking urgently, “The situation has changed. Even sects from the Chu Dynasty have arrived. They even sought an audience with the city lord. No one knows what they intend to discuss.”
Chu Dynasty!
Everyone’s expressions darkened.
Among the Seven Dynasties, Chu was one of the top realms, its cultivation culture far surpassing Great Qi and Great Wei. A century ago, Chu had transformed into a cultivation dynasty.
If Chu also joined the competition for the secret realm’s opportunities, it would bring tremendous pressure upon them.
Ye Xiang frowned. “Strange. Great Qi is here, Chu is here too. Do you think there might be some conspiracy behind this?”
Xu Qiuming nodded. “It’s quite possible. Great Wei deliberately publicizing the Falling Sky Secret Realm must have ulterior motives. Moreover, the secret realm won’t open for another year. Perhaps cultivators from other dynasties will also arrive.”
Other dynasties!
Their faces grew even grimmer.
Standing at the pavilion’s edge, Xu Tianjiao couldn’t help but joke, “Could it be that cultivators from all seven dynasties will show up? If so, this truly would be a once-in-a-century grand event.”
She looked to Ye Xiang. “Ye Xiang, why not write to Taiyuan Sect and ask them to send Fang Wang? After all, there is still a year.”
Others agreed, urging Ye Xiang.
Ye Xiang hesitated a moment, then nodded, deciding to seek Taiyuan Sect’s aid.
...
Night fell. Fang Wang returned to his cave dwelling. As he was about to close the door, Little Purple suddenly said, “Master, why not let me roam outside? Zhao Zhen is with me, and with my cultivation, nothing will happen. I can even help you gather information. You can focus on your cultivation.”
Hearing this, Fang Wang frowned.
“Master, you saw today—many demon beasts roam the city without their masters. Cultivators patrol often. I won’t get into trouble,” Little Purple coaxed.
Fang Wang considered it. It was time to train Little Purple. Since leaving the Great Sage Cave Heaven, she hadn’t acted alone. This would be detrimental over time.
“Very well, but ask Zhao Zhen everything,” Fang Wang agreed.
Little Purple immediately thanked him and leapt out the window in a flash, disappearing.
Fang Wang shut the door and sat on the bed to meditate.
There was still a year left; he wondered if he could break through another minor realm.
Elsewhere, Little Purple slithered through the night. Zhao Zhen’s ghostly form emerged from the Soul-Swallowing Gourd on her back, curious. “You look like you have a destination. Where are you headed?”
Following a snake, he had no expectations—he only hoped it wouldn’t trouble him.
“To the Apricot Blossom Pavilion.”
“Huh? That’s a brothel. Why go there?”
“Curiosity. Is that not allowed?”
“...”
Zhao Zhen’s expression twisted strangely. Suddenly, he recalled Fang Wang teasing Little Purple and guessed a possibility. Fang Wang’s image in his mind was utterly shattered.
“You’re the son of the emperor. Didn’t you ever disguise yourself to visit a brothel?”
“Of course not!”
“Hmm? Tell the truth, or I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
“Alright, alright... I’ve been there, I’ve been there...”
“That’s better. Make sure to introduce me next time.”
Little Purple smiled in satisfaction, while Zhao Zhen was nearly collapsing inside.
Before Lu Yuanjun killed him, he never imagined being threatened by a snake and having to accompany it to a brothel.
A male snake was understandable—snakes are naturally mischievous and fond of brothels. But this was a female snake!
How on earth did Fang Wang raise her?
...
Seven days later, Little Purple returned, having gathered much intelligence.
“Master, Liang Xunqiu of Great Chu is said to be a peerless Earth Origin Treasure Spirit—a rare genius born once every thousand years in Chu. He just turned one hundred and has already reached the Condensed Spirit Realm. The city is full of tales about him. They also mentioned you, saying if you come, there will be a show worth watching.”
Little Purple spoke incessantly as Fang Wang, deeply inhaling, listened attentively.
Zhao Zhen floated behind Little Purple, occasionally adding details. Besides Liang Xunqiu, they mentioned other prominent figures.
Fang Wang learned that Xu Qiuming had arrived and felt a growing anticipation.
Zhou Xue had said Xu Qiuming would become the strongest mortal, implying he would make a name for himself in the Falling Sky Secret Realm.
He wondered if Zhou Xue herself was coming. The excitement around the secret realm was growing, yet he hadn’t heard Zhou Xue mention it before.
Was it the butterfly effect? Or had Zhou Xue never participated before either?
Listening to the formidable names, Fang Wang felt no worry.
No one could stop him from obtaining the True Art of the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body!
The more opponents, the more exhilarated he became.
Besides, those cultivators came only for treasure, unaware of the True Art hidden within the secret realm.
After two hours, Little Purple and Zhao Zhen finally paused, their report unfinished.
Fang Wang closed his eyes.
Zhao Zhen looked at him, hesitating to speak. Suddenly sensing Little Purple’s gaze, he hurried back into the Soul-Swallowing Gourd.
...
Days passed, and Fang Wang remained indoors, continuing his seclusion.
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