Chapter 414: Daring Ding Huan

Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi returned to Genggu Immortal Dao City ten days later.

This time, Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi did not hesitate at all and went straight to Genggu Immortal Tower.

After learning that ordinary cultivators had almost no chance to participate in the sect's disciple selection, Ding Huan decided to take Wen Zhixi to the Chiyunu Sect to recommend himself.

Whether it would work or not, he would first go there and demonstrate his abilities.

Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi arrived at Genggu Immortal Tower, where it was already packed with people.

What frustrated Ding Huan was that he couldn't even get inside.

Clearly, many others shared the same idea as Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi—they all wanted to come here to showcase their abilities to the sects.

Wen Zhixi had thought of everything, even imagining herself and Brother Ding being kicked out of Genggu Immortal Tower.

The one thing she hadn't imagined was that they couldn't even enter the tower's gate, let alone find the Chiyunu Sect.

With so many people wanting to showcase themselves to the sects, the Genggu Immortal Tower's manager naturally wouldn't let just anyone in—otherwise, wouldn't the tower's reputation be ruined?

After all, Genggu Immortal Tower was one of the designated towers for every Immortal Realm Dao Forum, and if its reputation suffered, the losses would be immense.

"Brother Ding, I'm afraid we won't be able to get in," Wen Zhixi said, her eyes filled with worry.

Several powerful Immortal Guards blocked the tower's entrance—how could they get in?

Ding Huan smiled casually: "No rush. If you can't even get through the door, you're not talent. Maybe this is part of the sect's evaluation too."

Entering the tower being an evaluation was pure nonsense from Ding Huan—he said it only to comfort Wen Zhixi.

Wen Zhixi had encountered few such situations; once she experienced more in the future, she would gradually develop the habit.

No matter what happened before her eyes, she must maintain a psychological advantage—this wasn't even a real problem.

Wen Zhixi didn't know what Ding Huan planned to do; she could only follow him and stand far off at the street corner, watching the entrance and exit of Genggu Immortal Tower.

Soon after, a man in a brown cultivator robe stepped out of Genggu Immortal Tower, a Genggu Immortal Tower entry-exit token hanging at his waist, his demeanor radiating confidence and arrogance.

Seeing the brown-robed man emerge, the tower's Immortal Guards immediately stepped aside, and the crowd outside parted instantly, forming a passage.

"Brother Ding, you're not planning to disguise yourself as him, are you?" Wen Zhixi asked nervously.

She roughly understood Ding Huan's idea—he was waiting for a sect disciple to exit, then disguise himself as that person to get inside.

If Ding Huan disguised himself as this brown-robed man, he might indeed get in, but the consequences would be severe.

Ding Huan smiled: "I originally did intend to disguise myself as him, but now I've found a better method."

Ding Huan had truly planned to disguise himself as one of the sect disciples living in the tower—his Tian Gang Dao Art could alter his appearance without issue.

As Wen Zhixi said, the consequences would be severe.

So Ding Huan wouldn't disguise himself as this brown-robed man; if he had to disguise himself, he'd choose someone from the crowd—less likely to be noticed.

As long as he waited here, he'd surely find a group of fellow disciples leaving together.

That method had drawbacks too, but it was far safer than disguising himself as this conspicuous brown-robed cultivator.

Now he had changed his mind—he thought it better to enter the tower openly rather than disguise himself as someone.

Ding Huan took Wen Zhixi away from Genggu Immortal Dao City for the second time.

Seeing Ding Huan gather materials to forge something, Wen Zhixi finally understood—he was planning to forge a Genggu Immortal Tower entry-exit token.

He must have carefully examined the brown-robed man's entry-exit token with his spiritual sense and learned how to replicate it.

This was even more dangerous—if caught, they'd be dead.

She opened her mouth but swallowed her words in the end.

She seemed to recall Ding Huan saying that if you want great rewards without taking risks, someone else has already done it—so to gain rewards, you must take risks.

Ding Huan's spiritual sense was powerful, nearly tangible; when the brown-robed cultivator stepped out, his spiritual sense fully penetrated the man's token and sensed the exact spots the Immortal Guards at the gate were watching.

The entry-exit token bore a forbidden pattern, a unique law that Ding Huan guessed was exclusive to Genggu Immortal Tower.

Copying the token itself was simple; replicating that forbidden pattern's law was difficult.

But Ding Huan excelled precisely at this—no matter how simple the forbidden pattern's law, even the Dao resonance of Fugu Shidao, now resided within his consciousness's starry river.

For a low-level forbidden pattern like this, a single sweep of his spiritual sense was enough to understand how to condense it.

In truth, the tower hadn't anticipated anyone would do such a low-class thing.

The masters capable of replicating Genggu Immortal Tower's forbidden pattern tokens didn't need to do this—they could simply ask, and the tower would deliver the token to them personally.

And the wandering cultivators who couldn't even enter the tower—who could replicate such an advanced artifact?

Ding Huan? He was just an anomaly.

In just half a stick of incense time, Ding Huan held in his hand a new entry-exit token—identical in every way to the one worn by the brown-robed man.

"Brother Ding, I heard that besides the Dao resonance forbidden patterns, each sect's entry-exit token is unique…" Wen Zhixi, raised in a sect with a sect master for a father, knew a little about this.

Ding Huan nodded: "I know. My token is also one-of-a-kind."

Beneath the forbidden pattern on the Genggu Immortal Tower token was a number, concealed by a hidden array pattern.

The tower's entrance and exit had a recognition array; when a cultivator wearing a Genggu Immortal Tower token passed through, the token's number would appear.

The two Immortal Guards used the forbidden pattern and the number to determine whether the entering or exiting cultivator was an authorized guest.

Wen Zhixi didn't doubt Ding Huan—he was meticulous, and she trusted him.

She assumed he would forge another entry-exit token for her when she noticed he began forging clothing instead.

In the blink of an eye, Ding Huan forged a set of cultivator robes.

"Brother Ding, this robe looks just like the ones worn by Qingxu Dao disciples," Wen Zhixi noted at a glance.

Ding Huan laughed: "Of course it won't be the same—what matters is that the Immortal Guards think it is. Let's go—we can enter now."

Ding Huan raised his hand, and the newly forged robe instantly wrapped around him.

"But I don't have one," Wen Zhixi hurriedly said.

Ding Huan shook his head: "You don't need one—and you can't have one. If things go wrong, just say you gave me some spirit stones to bring you in."

Wen Zhixi intended to join the Chiyunu Sect—she absolutely couldn't have the taint of forging a counterfeit Genggu Immortal Tower token.

Wen Zhixi understood Ding Huan's meaning and silently thanked him in her heart.

Was it because her family had been torn apart and everyone killed that the heavens let her meet a friend like Big Brother Ding?

…

When Ding Huan brought Wen Zhixi to the Gu Gu Xian Tower again, not only had the number of people here not decreased, there were actually even more.

This time he altered his appearance somewhat, turning into a lean, capable-looking cultivator—after all, he was impersonating a disciple of another immortal sect, so he still had to be careful.

"Make way." Ding Huan's voice carried a hint of coldness and contempt.

It was precisely this tone that made all the cultivators blocking the tower's entrance and exit unconsciously part to form a path.

Ding Huan unhurriedly led Wen Zhixi into the entrance of the Gu Gu Xian Tower.

The moment Ding Huan stepped through the tower's entrance, the gazes and divine senses of the two guards immediately fell upon the entry-exit identity token hanging on Ding Huan's person.

They then withdrew their divine senses, guarding as Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi calmly entered the Gu Gu Xian Tower.

As for Wen Zhixi having no identity token on her, they acted as if they hadn't noticed.

A disciple of an immortal sect bringing a female cultivator into the Gu Gu Xian Tower—if they dared to stop them without eyes, the lightest punishment would be being driven away. If they ran into someone ruthless, their little lives would be lost here as well.

Some things must be managed, some things must be pretended not to have been seen.

Wen Zhixi had been nervous the whole time, and only when Ding Huan easily brought her into the tower did she finally breathe a sigh of relief, her heart filled with even greater admiration.

She could never pull off Ding Huan's swaggering lord-like manner while hanging a fake identity token.

Once inside the tower, Ding Huan swept his divine sense around and immediately knew that the Chiyunu Sect was on the seventh floor.

The entire seventh floor was occupied by four immortal sects, with the Chiyunu Sect's area on the far left.

Ding Huan brought Wen Zhixi outside the Chiyunu Sect on the seventh floor, where the sect had already set up protective formations and restrictions.

To enter the restricted formation, one likewise needed an identity formation token from the Chiyunu Sect.

Ding Huan naturally would not forge another fake token to get in.

"Zhixi, take off your face veil. In a moment I'll knock open the restriction and find a way to let you in. Give it everything you've got. If you really can't get in, we'll think of another plan." Ding Huan instructed.

"Don't worry, Big Brother Ding, I understand." Wen Zhixi removed her face veil, took a deep breath, and tried hard not to be so nervous.

Just as Ding Huan was about to knock on the Chiyunu Sect's restriction, the restriction opened from the inside.

A middle-aged woman walked out with two disciples. They saw Ding Huan and Wen Zhixi and gave a slight start.

Then that middle-aged woman's gaze fell upon Wen Zhixi—this Wen Zhixi had never cultivated the Chiyunu Sect's techniques, yet was so stunningly beautiful?

Ding Huan quickly retreated several steps. Wen Zhixi seized the chance to step forward and bow: "Wen Zhixi greets the Chiyunu Sect senior."

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