Chapter 54: The Rich Get What They Want, The Poor Can Only Watch
Old Ancestor Hongyun and Elder Xi's eyes were immediately drawn to the broken sword.
Neither spoke, staring intently at the cracks on the broken sword.
Crack... crack...
The cracks grew larger and larger.
Old Ancestor Hongyun clearly felt the sword hilt cracking open too.
"Old Ancestor, you really lost out this time."
Elder Xi looked at the growing cracks and shook his head.
Just then, a red light suddenly emerged from the cracks, followed by brilliant radiance!
The soaring red light shot straight through the paper window into the clouds!
In an instant, the entire mountain was illuminated.
Not only did the cultivators in Dongyang Prefecture notice this red light.
Even several nearby sects saw it.
Everyone's immediate reaction was the same.
"Quickly notify the sect—a treasure has appeared in Dongyang Prefecture. Request the sect to send disciples for assistance."
"A treasure has appeared in Dongyang Prefecture. Quickly send disciples to search. Once there's news, report back immediately."
"..."
Chaos—cultivators outside Wushang Sword Sect were in complete disarray, while Chen Xuan was peacefully immersed in sweet dreams on the second floor.
On the first floor of Wenjian Pavilion.
Elder Xi suddenly wanted to slap himself—why did his mouth have to be so cheap?
He started mocking before even seeing the treasure clearly, and now he had embarrassed himself tremendously.
Old Ancestor Hongyun was also stunned by this red light, but before he could be shocked...
A beam of red light enveloped his entire being, leaving him no time to think.
Elder Xi wanted to ask Old Ancestor Hongyun about the sword's situation, but discovered that the other had closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.
He could only quietly shut his mouth, waiting silently for the Old Ancestor to open his eyes.
Several hours later, Old Ancestor Hongyun suddenly opened his eyes. Behind him, a field of red clouds instantly manifested.
A scorching, majestic aura burst forth from his body, instantly enveloping the entire Dongyang Prefecture city.
The cultivators frantically searching for treasure sensed this powerful aura and instantly fell to their knees with a thud.
A knowledgeable cultivator muttered: "I don't know which King-level senior has descended. This junior unintentionally offended you—please forgive me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, that aura vanished without a trace. The cultivators finally let out a long breath.
In Wenjian Pavilion, Elder Xi was pressed so hard by the aura emanating from Old Ancestor Hongyun that he could barely breathe.
In that moment, he just wanted to shout: Old Ancestor, please withdraw your divine power.
Fortunately, Old Ancestor Hongyun quickly retracted the aura from his body and returned to normal. He glanced at Elder Xi.
Seeing the other lying on the ground covered in sweat, he asked suspiciously:
"Elder Xi, what happened to you?"
"I... I'm sad."
Elder Xi didn't know if it was from sweating or genuine sadness, but a tear slid from the corner of his eye.
"What are you sad about?"
Old Ancestor Hongyun felt especially pleased seeing the other like this. Didn't this kid just mock the Old Ancestor?
Now the Old Ancestor wanted to see if he could still laugh.
"There was once an opportunity placed before me, and I didn't cherish it. If given another chance, I would only want to say one thing to that Immortal Master: Please accept me as your disciple."
Elder Xi now just wanted to crawl upstairs and hug Immortal Master Chen's leg, begging him to accept him as a disciple.
Old Ancestor Hongyun shook his head: "You're wrong. The saddest thing in this world is that the rich get what they want, while the poor can only watch."
"..."
Elder Xi felt his mentality about to collapse. Indeed, compared to Old Ancestor Hongyun, he was a poor wretch—no money and no power. He really couldn't offer a prefecture as an apprentice gift.
"Old Ancestor, what's your current cultivation level?"
"King-level!"
Old Ancestor Hongyun said two words calmly.
Elder Xi stomped his feet in frustration, his face showing an expression of deep regret. He shouldn't have asked.
"I forgot to tell you, the sword in my hand is called the Taiyan Sword. It was once a Three-Pattern Sacred Sword. Its master was a powerful Ancient Sage who slew many Sages with this sword.
Unfortunately, he encountered an invincible Sacred Ancestor from my Wushang Sword Sect. Not only was he slain by that Sacred Ancestor, but even his Sacred Sword was broken, becoming a Patternless Semi-Sacred Sword."
At the end, Old Ancestor Hongyun's face showed a look of regret, but the glint of pride in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.
Elder Xi now didn't want to talk to Old Ancestor Hongyun at all. He closed his eyes, turned around, and sat cross-legged, saying impatiently:
"I'm going to sleep!"
"You sleep first. I'll cultivate for a while longer and try to become a Semi-Sage soon."
Old Ancestor Hongyun said with a grin.
Elder Xi: "..."
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The next day, Chen Xuan woke up early. After washing up, he came downstairs and saw Old Ancestor Hongyun making tea, while Elder Xi looked like a mistreated wife.
Seeing this scene, a word flashed through Chen Xuan's mind—"man on top of man"!
"Master, you're awake. This disciple will pour tea for you."
Old Ancestor Hongyun respectfully offered a cup of tea and knelt before Chen Xuan, performing the apprentice ceremony.
Naturally, Chen Xuan didn't refuse. After drinking the tea, he helped Old Ancestor Hongyun up and casually asked:
"What's wrong with Youdao?"
Old Ancestor Hongyun smiled: "He was stimulated last night. Drinking more hot water will be fine."
When Elder Xi heard this, he cursed every member of Old Ancestor Hongyun's family in his heart. What kind of advice was "drink more hot water"!
Did he need hot water? He needed the hot tea of becoming a disciple!
Chen Xuan looked at Elder Xi suspiciously, seeing his listless appearance:
"Remember to add extra goji berries."
Elder Xi: "..."
Old Ancestor Hongyun ignored this sour fellow and cupped his hands:
"Master, I'll rush back to Jinyang today to handle the fief matters for you. I'll strive to transfer Dongyang Prefecture to Wushang Sword Sect's name within seven days."
"Alright, go ahead. If anything happens, remember to use your Master's name."
Chen Xuan didn't know if his name carried any weight, but might as well use it first.
"Farewell, Master!"
After saying this, Old Ancestor Hongyun grabbed Elder Xi like a little chicken and left.
Watching the two disappear, Chen Xuan felt their relationship was rather strange. Were all high-ranking officials in the Jin Kingdom like this?
Never mind, first share this good news with everyone.
With this thought, a happy smile appeared on Chen Xuan's face.
He was now a man who had conquered a territory through his own efforts.
Unconsciously, his pace quickened.
Soon he arrived at the main peak. The servants told Chen Xuan that Zhao Youqian hadn't woken up yet and asked him to wait a moment.
Chen Xuan sat in a chair, snacking while thinking about how the sect should develop next.
"Brother Chen, why are you looking for me so early in the morning? Could it be that Junior Brother Leng wrote to you too?"
Zhao Youqian said while yawning.
"A letter?"
Chen Xuan shook his head: "No. I came to tell you that last night I already arranged for Dongyang Prefecture to be transferred to our Wushang Sword Sect."
"Oh?"
Zhao Youqian paused, then said somewhat surprised: "You're not joking with me, are you?"
"In seven days, we'll see the results. Do I need to joke about something like this?" Chen Xuan said calmly.
"Unfortunately, Junior Brother Leng's side can't wait that long. This is the letter he sent yesterday. Take a look."
Zhao Youqian handed over a letter...
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