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Taixuan Holy Land.
Within the main peak's grand hall.
Crimson crystal pillars scatter throughout, supporting the entire do, casting a gentle firelight.
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The hall is vast and empty with only Geng Yiyang and Chu Zheng present.
Chu Zheng sits cross-legged on the ground, his breathing steady when suddenly his gaze slightly furrows.
[Heavenly Pattern Immortal Fire Hall (Eighth Order): Lower Quality Immortal Treasure, crafted by an Immortal Artifact Master, suppressing a ball of Immortal Fla beneath, Quality unknown.]
Lower Quality Immortal Treasure.
Seeing the prompt on the panel, Chu Zheng's eyes inevitably show a trace of surprise, a complete Lower Quality Immortal Treasure—its power is unfathomable, likely no weaker than a True Immortal.
Taixuan Holy Land, worthy of a Taoist Orthodoxy that produced a True Immortal, this grand hall itself is a rare piece of Immortal Treasure, and who knows what other foundations it possesses.
"You didn't climb up to Taixuan on a whim today just to stroll around, did you? What are you planning to do?"
Chu Zheng's sudden arrival at Taixuan and his display of Superior Immortal Bone potential had, of course, delighted Geng Yiyang, but he was equally cautious.
In his eyes, Chu Zheng is too unpredictable, a person with no fear of death very rarely considers consequences.
"What's wrong with visiting my official wife?"
Chu Zheng shifted his attention away from the Immortal palace and slowly said,
"Since when did I beco the Taixuan Holy Son?"
The Saint Heir is the candidate for Holy Master. With his status as Saint Heir and the current state of Taixuan, it's almost undisputed that he would be the next Holy Master.
However, he holds no interest in becoming the Taixuan Holy Master.
"As of today, if you nod in agreent, you will be the only Taixuan Holy Son. After my passing, you will take over the position of Taixuan Holy Master, and all of Taixuan will be yours," Geng Yiyang's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he said calmly, "Is not being the master of a Holy Land enough for you to be rembered by posterity?"
"I have seen Immortal Ji."
Chu Zheng didn't hide the fact he had t Ji Yuyan and said directly, "How long the Cangyun Realm will exist is still unknown; how should one be rembered by posterity?"
"Ji Yuyan?"
Upon hearing the na Immortal Ji, Geng Yiyang's gaze furrowed, and he sat upright:
"What did he say to you?"
"He spoke of so matters of the universe..."
At this point, Chu Zheng paused slightly before continuing,
"After the Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects, he intends to petition the Immortal Alliance to accept into the Minor Immortal Realm."
At these words, Geng Yiyang's palm slightly furrowed and slowly clenched into a fist. After a mont, he released it with a sowhat powerless gesture, his expression returning to calm.
Compared with the Immortal Alliance, Taixuan Holy Land's competitiveness is too weak. If he were Chu Zheng, he would also choose the Immortal Alliance without any hesitation.
Moreover, the relationship between him and Chu Zheng is far too fragile, initially maintained by threats alone, and it developing to this current state is within expectations.
Still, he couldn't help feeling a bit unwilling.
"I have no plans to go to the Minor Immortal Realm."
The sound of Chu Zheng's voice rose again, causing Geng Yiyang to be montarily surprised,
"Why not?"
"I have no plans to join the Immortal Alliance for the ti being."
Chu Zheng shook his head slightly, for if he wanted to go further on the path of Qi Refining, he could not be too entangled with the Immortal Alliance.
From Ji Yuyan's words, it wasn't hard to deduce that once he ford a Golden Core, there would be no turning back on the path of the Qi Refining Lineage.
Since the Immortal Alliance utterly rejects those of Heretic Paths, they certainly wouldn't tolerate him practicing Qi-refining Techniques.
Chu Zheng had long made a firm decision on this choice, being a decisive person, what must be discarded will be discarded.
Besides, hesitating and looking back often leads to exerting effort without gaining favor.
"So, about this position of the Holy Son..."
"I will not take over Taixuan; once I reach Tongxuan in my cultivation, I will leave Cangyun on my own," Chu Zheng said plainly, without beating around the bush,
"Before that, I will always be the Chief Disciple of Taixuan Authentic Transmission. About the position of Holy Son, you can choose another candidate before you die."
"What do you want?"
Geng Yiyang's gaze furrowed, Chu Zheng's words were exactly what he longed for, but it would likely be hundreds of years until Chu Zheng reached Tongxuan.
By that ti, in the younger generation within the Holy Land, there will undoubtedly be soone capable of shouldering the responsibility, and with the Immortal Treasure to protect the sect, it should be enough to maintain this legacy.
But Chu Zheng certainly wouldn't be so willing to help him without wanting sothing in return.
"Divine Fire and cultivation resources," Chu Zheng said succinctly, stating his conditions.
He needed the foundations nurtured by the Taixuan Holy Land over ten thousand years, wishing to attempt upgrading all five Dao Foundations in his Dantian to Nine Layers Perfection.
With his own power alone, it would be difficult to gather these Spiritual Objects in a short ti.
"Agreed, all resources within Taixuan are at your disposal," Geng Yiyang did not hesitate, agreeing imdiately, then spoke up,
"This is an agreent between you and , known only to us. To the outside world, you are the Taixuan Holy Son. How does that sound? So resources, by rules, I can only give to you once you beco the Holy Son."
"Fine," Chu Zheng did not hesitate, nodding in agreent.
After a mont of silence, Chu Zheng spoke up again, bringing up the forr owner of the Condensing Space Bracelet, You Ziyun:
"You Ziyun died at the hands of the Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance, seemingly connected with those from the Tai Xu Holy Land."
As the words fell, Geng Yiyang's brow twitched sharply, his eyes growing darker: "How are you certain?"
Chu Zheng slowly lifted his hand, his fingertip shimring with Spiritual Light, a sword Qi ford by water flowed like a dragon weaving through his palm:
"I have learned the Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance; it matches the traces left on You Ziyun's corpse."
This, of course, was an excuse Chu Zheng had improvised on the spot.
When he had first encountered You Ziyun's remains with Geng Yiyang, he had already ascertained the true cause of death, but he had waited until now to reveal it.
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