klisemfg Chapter 172, Zhao Shi
Chapter 172, Zhao Shi
"I was once a descendant of the Zhao clan of the Shaohao Dongyi tribe. I was framed and perished in foreign lands. The world has changed, but I never expected that my soul would be rekindled and I would reappear here."
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"After many years, I finally regained some intelligence. This child happened to pass by the place where I was reborn. I don't know why, but I was absorbed into his body. Moreover, after entering his body, I felt that I recovered much faster than before, so I stayed."
"Oh, little girl, don't worry. I didn't absorb his lifespan or anything else. I wouldn't do such a thing. I just borrowed a little bit of his luck. It's nothing."
"This child's luck is extraordinary. Although his fate has been full of ups and downs, it has not hindered his path to enlightenment. His future achievements will surely be extraordinary."
Liu Jun glanced at Chu Jiuwen, who was still unconscious on the ground. Wasn't this little word exactly describing the lucky one who turned a useless person into a prodigy?
What? One female lead wasn't enough? Now you're bringing in another main character?
Wait, Liu Jun seems to have forgotten that there is an unpopular alchemy genius in the Xuanshan Sect, and he seems to have something interesting about him.
Is this still the story from the novel she knew?
"You say you are a descendant of the Bo Zhao family, what proof do you have?"
First there was Nuwa, then the Holy Emperor, and now Shao Hao. These ancient clans are emerging one after another, yet the Yuanzhou Continent remains calm and nothing has happened. This is increasingly deviating from the story that Liu Jun knew.
But when you look at Lu Xihan again, the path she took is exactly the same as that described in the novel.
After leaving the Demon Realm, he began to train in the Southern Desert, where he encountered many opportunities and ventured into secret realms, greatly increasing his cultivation. It was several decades before he returned to the Xuanshan Sect.
The people of Xuanshan Sect all thought she had died in the demon-suppressing operation. Who would have thought that this woman could actually fight her way back and that her strength had risen to the Nascent Soul realm? In fact, Lu Xihan had been hiding her strength from outsiders, which would be another major turning point in the story.
"How can I prove it now that I don't even have a physical form?"
"It's simple. I have a piece of thousand-year-old ice here. If you can refine it, I will accept your words as true."
"How can you say that..."
Upon seeing the small piece of ice in the girl's hand, Yinghu immediately froze, and the cloud of mist couldn't help but move closer, as if to examine the object in her hand closely.
"Little girl, where did you get this thing?"
Liu Jun's eyes were half-closed: "It was a gift from a shepherd in southern Anhui, how is it?"
"Shepherd, you've actually seen them before?"
Liu Jun could even see the surprised look on the mist's face as it stretched its hand forward a little more: "Is your body sufficient to test me?"
"It's enough, of course, but you don't feel bad about letting me refine such a valuable thing like this?"
"I don't care, I have plenty of these."
The mist seemed to pause for a moment before enveloping Liu Jun's outstretched hand and sweeping away the ice.
The ice given by the shepherd is not something that just anyone can refine. The Bo Zhao clan, who are also ancient descendants, should be able to refine it, but it's not as simple as just refining it. That's what Liu Jun is looking for.
The fog began to churn, and a faint light within it flickered, then spread outwards from the central ice like flowing water, only to be absorbed by the fog. The ice itself continued to dilute and shrink.
A short while later, something fell to the ground, and the fog gradually calmed down.
"Phew, this is really good. It's been a long time since I've absorbed something this good. It's a pity that my strength is not enough right now, so I can only absorb most of it." The old man's voice seemed to have become much more energetic.
With a wave of his hand, Liu Junfu sent the remaining small piece of ice flying back into his hand. The ice, which was originally the size of an egg, was now only the size of a thumb. Moreover, the power of the Breath of Earth contained within it had been completely absorbed, leaving only a few scattered specks attached to it.
"Yes, your identity can be confirmed now."
Ying Hu laughed heartily a few times: "Haha, right, little girl? Do you have any more good things like this for this old man? I can never have too many."
Liu Jun raised an eyebrow, and the remaining ice in his hand evaporated completely: "We have only just met, and I do not know your character, so why should I give you so many treasures?"
"Oh, I was just saying, kid, don't take it seriously. Anyway, I've already made it clear, girl, you won't kill me now, will you?"
"Hard to say."
Liu Jun glanced at Chu Jiuwen, who was still lying on the ground, then lifted his robe and stood up.
"Hey kid..."
"It's time for you to go back."
Having said that, before he could react, she lightly lifted her hand, and the mist flew back into Chu Jiuwen's body. He then disappeared without a trace. Liu Jun then casually sent him back to his room.
Things are gradually spiraling out of control; perhaps this is precisely the way out...
Liu Jun stared blankly at the gradually darkening sky outside.
……
The news that Immortal Qingjun had returned spread from Xuanshan Sect to the respective sects of the visiting guests within half a day. Subsequently, each sect dispatched a large number of people as quickly as possible to join in the excitement. Whether or not they could see Immortal Qingjun was not important; they just hoped to strike it lucky.
For a powerful being of this caliber, a figure of ancestral origin, even a single meeting would be a great gain. Besides, has this Immortal Qingjun never taken on any disciples to this day?
Most of the visitors had their own agendas, and the Xuanshan Sect was overflowing with people in just half a day.
Besides the visitors from various sects, many independent cultivators also came to join in the fun. Anyone who had heard of Qingjun's name flocked over, even more so than during the joint competition.
As the head of the Xuanshan Sect, Lü Yuanbai was extremely busy and had no choice but to set a limit on the number of visitors from each sect. Moreover, those who did not have a clear purpose for visiting (excluding those who came to pay homage to the patriarch) were not to be received.
The patriarch had made it clear that he didn't want too many people present besides those three, so as a junior, he naturally couldn't go against the patriarch's wishes.
If so many people are let in, it's hard to say whether the ancestor's life will be spared if he gets angry. After all, the temper of someone who has lived for thousands of years is always unpredictable.
"Old Lu, I heard that my grandmaster uncle has returned, is that true?"
Lu Yuanbai was busy running around like the wind when a loud voice seized the opportunity to interrupt.
"Hey Elder Xing, please don't cause any more trouble at this time. I've been busy for ages!"
"Hehe, who told you to be the sect leader?"
Xing Lou, who had left seclusion a year earlier, was on a training trip with a newly recruited group of disciples when he heard the news of the ancestor's return. Without saying a word, he rushed back, leaving all the disciples to the other elders in charge.
After several years of seclusion, Guan Xinglou is still stuck at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and cannot make any progress. However, this bottleneck seems to have loosened a bit, and he is much more open and carefree than before. He no longer seems to be pretending to be happy but actually feeling depressed.
"Where is my grandmaster uncle? I haven't been able to pay my respects to him since he returned."
Lu Yuanbai hurriedly stopped Xing Lou, who was about to leave: "Hey, hey, hey, you've just come back and need to catch your breath. You shouldn't go to the old lady's place yet. She's only been back for a short time, and you're already disturbing her peace? Don't you want to live?"
"How could that be? Grandmaster Uncle wouldn't hold such a grudge against such trivial matters."
"Take a break. The ancestor said he will come to the banquet tomorrow. I know you are anxious about your cultivation, but there's no rush. I think the ancestor will stay in the sect for a while this time. The ancestor is there, he's not going to run off to become the ancestor of another sect, so why are you in such a hurry!"
“Look at those people coming down the mountain, aren’t they even more anxious than you? Sit down and rest for a while before hurrying over to help me with my work. The sect is short-handed right now because there’s a lot going on.”
Xing Lou was finally persuaded to stop: "Alright, alright, Sect Leader Lü, you go ahead and get busy. I'll come over after I've settled down for a bit."
Meanwhile, Liu Jun, who was repairing the puppet on Qiwu Peak, was unaware that chaos had already broken out down below.
Over the years, apart from some minor wear and tear on the surface and a few parts malfunctioning due to unfamiliarity with the initial production model, the puppet has no problems whatsoever and can easily last for several more decades.
By the time the puppet was repaired, it was already past midnight, and the moon was already setting in the west. I hadn't rested since I got back.
Liu Jun put the puppet down, glanced around at the scenery on Qiwu Peak, and then slowly walked back into the house under the moonlight.