Chapter 479: Chapter 392: Heavenly Immortal Descends to the Mortal Realm
The conversation naturally gravitated towards that name, as if over the past three years, he remained the most inevitable topic among the Outer Sect disciples during their leisure.
"In just three short years, Chief Zhang has advanced all the way from Foundation Establishment to the Heartbeat Realm!"
"It’s not just his rapid cultivation that’s remarkable, but also his formidable battle prowess. Even during the Foundation Establishment Stage, he dared to descend the mountain to slay a Golden Core old demon, ranking fourth on the Qingzhou Young Talents List directly."
"In the history of the Pan Sword Sect, there’s never been such an extraordinary figure. Even when our founder was young, he didn’t achieve such feats at the same realm, did he?"
As everyone nodded in agreement, a clear female voice interjected, tinged with a hint of laughter:
"Times have changed; you can’t make such a comparison. Back when our founder was venturing out, the Sword Sect was still in its early days, without as many scriptures and secret techniques in the Scripture Pavilion as there are now."
"The founder had to rely completely on himself to attain a High Grade Golden Core, which was already heaven-defying. Inevitably, his battle prowess at the same stage would be slightly inferior."
The speaker was Liu Yanyun, and her words were full of clarity!
"Oh, is Senior Sister Liu just sour because she couldn’t get what she wanted?"
A frivolous voice rang out as Bai Yu waved his folding fan, looking at her with feigned teasing:
"Who was it that eagerly went to the Inner Sect to deliver a visit card, hoping to become Chief Zhang’s sword attendant disciple? In the end, they didn’t even meet him and were dismissed with a message relayed by a disciple."
As soon as he spoke, everyone burst into laughter.
The story of Liu Yanyun’s self-recommendation and subsequent rejection was a well-known anecdote among the group. With Bai Yu bringing it up again, there wasn’t much malice, as it seemed more like playful teasing between old friends.
Yet Liu Yanyun wasn’t angered like before; instead, she joined in the laughter, her eyes filled with a sense of self-satisfaction:
"I was perceptive back then, already recognizing that Chief Zhang was no ordinary person. If it were now, let alone delivering a visit card, people would scramble just to sweep the grounds outside his courtyard!"
Everyone was momentarily stunned at her words, then promptly nodded—now, Zhang Ling was the Chief of the Inner Sect, above the Heartbeat Realm, holding a position even higher than regular Elders.
The old story of "rejection" ironically became Liu Yanyun’s badge of pride, enough to prove how astute her judgment had been back then.
Amidst their light-hearted conversation, Qin Hao, who had been absentmindedly fiddling with a Communication Jade Scroll, suddenly let out a "Huh" as his Spiritual Sense delved into the scroll.
A second later, his face changed drastically, and the jade scroll in his hand clattered to the stone table, rolling far off.
The jade scroll, a Low Tier Magical Artifact distributed by the Sect, was not precious but sturdy, yet now it lay dimmed from being dropped in surprise.
"What’s wrong? Lost your soul?"
"Did some bad news come from home?"
Qin Hao’s Adam’s apple bobbed several times before he squeezed out a trembling sentence:
"No... It’s Chief Zhang... Chief Zhang has today... at Stone Spring Mountain... undergone the Myriad Aspects Heart-Questioning Thunder Tribulation, and has... achieved a High Grade Golden Core!"
A loud "boom" sounded as if a thunderclap exploded in everyone’s ears.
Bai Yu’s folding fan snapped shut with a "clap," and the handle creaked under his grip.
The smile on Liu Yanyun’s face froze instantly, and a wave of intense regret surged through her heart.
Had she known he would reach such heights, she would’ve stuck by his side no matter what, just to serve tea and sweep the courtyard, to bask in the glory!
This was a High Grade Golden Core cultivator with a significant chance to reach the Nascent Soul Great Dao, missing such an opportunity was a lifelong regret.
Yet Qin Hao was the first to regain his composure. He picked up the fallen jade scroll, dusted it off, and suddenly burst into laughter:
"Chief Zhang! No, from now on, it should be Grandmaster Zhang! Six years of cultivation, from Energy Introduction to High Grade Golden Core, he indeed has the makings of a True Immortal!"
He felt increasingly fortunate that he heeded his uncle’s advice. Although he hadn’t formed a deep friendship, at least he hadn’t made an enemy.
Moreover, due to Zhou Ming’s matter, there was a minor connection between them, which now seemed like the wisest decision of his life.
...
In the bamboo pavilion, a series of light footsteps broke the courtyard’s tranquility.
Yellow Jade’s smile was nearly overflowing as he crossed the courtyard gate, calling out loudly:
"Madam! Fetch me two cups of the finest Drunken Immortal Brew, we must celebrate today!"
Madam Huang, sitting on the veranda embroidering, looked up at him with a hint of playfulness in her eyes, laying down her needlework to tease:
"Seeing you so delighted, has Zhang Ling emerged again with some treasure elixir pills for you?"
A year ago, when Zhang Ling returned from his training journey in Qingzhou, he had personally brought three Barrier-Breaking Pills, precious pills to assist in breaking into the Heartbeat Realm.
Madam Huang couldn’t help but sigh, holding the pills, about how much value her husband’s "investment" had returned so soon!
Laughing heartily, Yellow Jade walked into the house, wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulder, his voice brimming with pride:
"Better than Treasure Pills! Zhang Ling has broken through to Golden Core! And it’s a High Grade Golden Core!"
The smile on Madam Huang’s face froze instantly. She stood up abruptly, her eyes filled with shock:
"A High Grade Golden Core? Are you certain? That means... he could become a Nascent Soul True Monarch!"
She was well aware of the weight a High Grade Golden Core carried. In the last three hundred years of the Pan Sword Sect, only one person, the founding ancestor, had attained it.
Yellow Jade’s casual assistance back then had, in retrospect, unexpectedly hit the future fortune of the Sect!
No longer in the mood for teasing, she quickly moved towards the inner chamber’s liquor cabi, retrieving that jar of Drunken Immortal Brew they had been reluctant to open, and took out two glazed wine glasses, her voice suddenly much more buoyant:
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