Chapter 218: Chapter 120: Nascent Soul Seed

“Miss Feng, the price you’ve offered is far too high. If that Yang Jing actually agrees, the clan Elders will surely be furious.”

The two from the Zuoqiu Family boarded a lacquered carriage. A Spatial Restriction had been placed inside, expanding the interior to be three zhang square and lavishly furnished.

Zuoqiu Muxun spoke with some dissatisfaction. Although Zuoqiu Feng was a Golden Core, her status in the Zuoqiu Family was not as high as Zuoqiu Ye’s, so he still dared to offer a few words of remonstration.

Inside the carriage, spices smoldered within a Flying Crane-shaped incense burner, its beak exhaling a deep, rich fragrance. A maid in a gauze robe knelt in the carriage. Seeing Zuoqiu Feng enter, she shuffled forward on her knees to meet her, helping her recline on a divan.

The driver cracked his whip, and the four Flying Cranes at the front of the carriage, each over seven feet tall, began to run, pulling the vehicle forward.

There was a No-fly Array within the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion, so these Flying Cranes couldn’t take to the air. However, all four had Late Stage Qi Cultivation and pulled the carriage with ease.

“Do you think that waste, Zuoqiu Ye, has any chance of reaching Nascent Soul Formation?”

Zuoqiu Feng said languidly.

Zuoqiu Muxun stiffened. He had no idea how to respond. If these words reached Zuoqiu Ye’s ears, Zuoqiu Ye couldn’t do anything to Zuoqiu Feng, but he could crush someone like him with utter ease.

“When that waste converted his Five Elements Magical Power to the Fire Element, he was limited by his aptitude and couldn’t achieve perfection. Besides, the Tai Li Fire Talisman Scripture already has a twenty percent lower chance of reaching Nascent Soul Formation than the Tai Shi Five Elements True Talisman Scripture. The greatest achievement of his life will be reaching Perfect Golden Core.”

Zuoqiu Feng, however, was merciless and spoke bluntly.

“Our Five Elements True Spirit Sect produces three or four Golden Cores every sixty years—a new generation. But it takes four or five generations to produce a single Nascent Soul True Cultivator. The last Nascent Soul Cultivator was Master Cold Carp three hundred years ago. Everyone in the Sect was saying that Zuoqiu Ye was a Nascent Soul Seed, but he feared the difficulty of cultivating the Tai Shi Five Elements True Talisman Scripture and coveted the power of the Three Flames Five Beasts Fan Magical Treasure. The moment he switched to cultivating the Tai Li Fire Talisman Scripture, he severed his own path to the Nascent Soul realm.”

A cold sweat broke out on Zuoqiu Muxun’s brow, and he stammered, not daring to speak.

Bored in the carriage, Zuoqiu Feng asked, feigning indifference:

“Have the clan’s revenues fallen in recent years?”

Zuoqiu Muxun stiffened.

“The Seventh Elder handles the clan’s financial accounting. How would a minor disciple from a side branch like me know? But I imagine that even if the clan were short on Spirit Stones, they would never cut Miss Feng’s allowance.”

Zuoqiu Feng’s gaze fell upon him.

“Hmph. Aren’t you always at Zuoqiu Ye’s beck and call? I thought you might know more of the inside story.”

Zuoqiu Muxun looked like he was begging for mercy. This trip with Zuoqiu Feng truly had him on pins and needles.

“Please, Miss Feng, spare me.”

Guo Chuanzhi was also feeling anxious at this time. The Master-Disciple Lineage, unlike the Noble Lineage, didn’t have so many clansmen and servants at their disposal. But naturally, he hadn’t come to the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion alone.

To do so in the vast Northern Army Governor’s Mansion would be no different from being blind and deaf.

For this trip, he had also brought Feng Tianyi and another Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Master-Disciple Lineage.

The Master-Disciple Lineage also had a Foundation Establishment Cultivator serving as the Capital City Commander in the Governor’s Mansion. He had specially requisitioned twelve soldiers from the Demon Suppression Army to be at their disposal.

Zuoqiu Feng’s ostentatious visit to Yang Jing naturally did not escape their notice.

“Should we go see Yang Jing?”

Feng Tianyi suggested cautiously.

“As I recall, wasn’t Zuoqiu Feng’s father a traitor who betrayed our Master-Disciple Lineage? He met a miserable end. What gives Zuoqiu Feng the nerve to try and persuade Yang Jing?”

As the Foundation Establishment instructor who had supervised Yang Jing’s A Class back in the day, he now spoke of Yang Jing with a look of shared glory. Back in the Sect, he would often boast about it to his colleagues.

If Yang Jing betrayed the Master-Disciple Lineage and defected to the Noble Families, wouldn’t that make him a complete joke?

However, compared to their Master-Disciple Lineage, the Noble Lineage certainly knew how to live extravagantly—fragrant carriages, fine steeds, and beautiful women. Yang Jing was still young. If he were to be tempted and swayed, it would be understandable.

Guo Chuanzhi hesitated for a moment, just about to nod. He saw that Yang Jing’s Dao heart was firm; he wasn’t the type to be swayed by external things. But if Yang Jing lost this Magical Combat to Zuoqiu Ye because of the Three Flames Five Beasts Fan Magical Treasure, then his resolve might be shaken.

Just then, a Communication Talisman flew in and hovered before Guo Chuanzhi. He caught it and looked at it, his face immediately lighting up with joy.

“Yang Jing sent a talisman! He said Zuoqiu Feng tried to entice him to marry into the Zuoqiu Family, but he flatly refused her.”

Feng Tianyi slapped his thigh.

“That’s the disciple I taught! His Dao heart is truly unshakable!”

The daughters of Noble Families were not only from illustrious backgrounds but also blessed with both talent and beauty. As such, they were highly sought after within the Five Elements True Spirit Sect, and many a Cultivator considered it an honor to marry one.

Among them, the women of the Zuoqiu Family were the most exceptional. Before Zuoqiu Feng reached Core Formation, her suitors were as numerous as fish in the sea, and it was only after she formed her Golden Core that things quieted down.

What Feng Tianyi found a bit difficult to admit was that he himself had been one of Zuoqiu Feng’s suitors back in the day. But Zuoqiu Feng had probably long forgotten an Inner Sect Disciple of ordinary aptitude like him.

After sending the Magic Talisman, Yang Jing focused all his energy on the Water Dragon Sword Scripture, which was just beginning to take shape.

As for Zuoqiu Feng’s recent visit, he had already put it to the back of his mind.

He had a premonition that if he could completely create a Five Dragons Sword Scripture, his cultivation in the Sword Dao would advance by leaps and bounds. Sword Light Transformation would be a trivial matter; he might even be able to glimpse the profundity of One Sword Births Ten Thousand Techniques.

The minds of the master and his three disciples clashed intensely. Spiritual Light from their Magical Power flickered, constantly condensing Talismans in the air to alter various details before they were waved away and dispersed.

If not for Chi Yu at their side, preparing their meals and cleaning up the mess, the four of them would have been in a sorry state long ago.

On the last day before his Magical Combat with Zuoqiu Ye, Yang Jing finally finalized the first True Water Dragon Register of the Water Dragon Sword Scripture. This register was ancient and complex, resembling the pattern of a coiled True Dragon. Some of its details even bore a slight resemblance to the Secret Character Thunder Talisman within Yang Jing’s Dantian.

This True Water Dragon Register could be said to have drawn inspiration from the Fire Dragon Sword Scripture, the Five Talisman Scripture, the Supreme Nine Transformations of the Dragon Scripture, as well as the Taixiao, the Great Cave True Thunder, and the Profound Bird Fire Talisman.

It was the complete crystallization of everything the master and his three disciples had learned.

Under the expectant gazes of the three disciples, Yang Jing sat cross-legged on a Meditation Cushion, carefully using his Magical Power to condense the True Register within his Dantian.

As one of the creators of the True Water Dragon Register, he encountered no bottlenecks while condensing it. The process was a natural progression, and he successfully formed the register in only the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn. It was unbelievably smooth.

This True Register was extremely compatible with his water-aspected Magical Power, which had refined One-Element Heavy Water, and it also resonated with his Talent for Overturning Rivers and Seas.

The instant it formed, Yang Jing’s aura surged. There was a faint sense of a torrential flood rushing forth, powerful enough to swallow continents and submerge the land.

He opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through them.

“The technique is complete!”

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