Chapter 100: The Founder of the Human Cultivation System

After a while, Du Ruoheng put down his hand.

He said expressionlessly: "Then this matter is left to you, Young Master."

Saying this, he swept his wide sleeves, his body turning into a blade of light and vanishing toward the horizon.

As the master of the Xiang Jianzong, he was very busy, and besides, the person the Ancestor brought back showed no signs of becoming the next Young Master.

After Du Ruoheng left, Chi Jiu Yu looked at Zhang Yunlu.

"Have all the procedures been completed?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Come on! I'll take you to the cafeteria for food!"

There was no cafeteria in the inner sect, because inner sect disciples had already cultivated enough to abstain from food, and the Inner Sect's Alchemy Pavilion provided a free bottle of Abstention Pills each month—building a cafeteria made no sense.

You say you want better food? Either go down to the outer sect cafeteria, or find your own spiritual chef.

But in Chi Jiu Yu's eyes, this was utterly bizarre!

How could anyone live without eating meals! When she became sect master, she would definitely build a cafeteria in the inner sect too!

And it would be bigger than the outer sect cafeteria!

"All procedures are done, and I'm not hungry." This answered her previous questions.

"Huh? Not hungry? Still, eat a little—I tell you, the outer sect cafeteria's food is delicious!"

"Alright."

Chi Jiu Yu led Zhang Yunlu downward; Zhang Yunlu followed behind her, pulling out her phone to send a message to Zhang Xiu, informing him that she had completed her enrollment procedures.

Before she finished typing, Zhang Xiu sent a message first.

"You're texting?" Chi Jiu Yu curiously leaned over.

This person really had no sense of boundaries.

But Zhang Yunlu didn't mind.

Zhang Xiu's message was long, but mainly just to clarify a few things.

For example, how he met Old Jiang as a child, trained his body with him, and now had reached the Spirit Transformation Realm, and planned to travel to the Long Xiang Qing Tian Sect with the recommendation letter Xu Xing had given him.

His parents' deaths were not simple—they seemed tied to very high-level matters, and over the years, two Spirit Transformation cultivators had continuously inquired about the whereabouts of the two siblings, urging her to be cautious when traveling outside, and so on.

Chi Jiu Yu scratched her head: "How old is your brother again?"

"He's over thirty years older than me."

Over thirty years… so that means.

"A Spirit Transformation cultivator in his fifties? Pretty impressive!"

"…"

Her brother was a Spirit Transformation cultivator.

Seeing her silence, Chi Jiu Yu assumed she was worried about the two Spirit Transformation cultivators causing trouble.

"Pfft, just two Spirit Transformation cultivators? This is the Xiang Jianzong—it's perfectly safe," Chi Jiu Yu said carelessly.

Mainly because she herself hadn't yet ascended to Spirit Transformation, so she couldn't guarantee it.

"I'm not worried about that—I never knew my brother was a Spirit Transformation cultivator."

"What's that? Don't all those old schemers in the Tai Shang Dao Sect do the same?"

As she spoke, she suddenly felt something was off.

Hmm…

"Little Yunlu, do you have any powerful family heirloom?"

"No," Zhang Yunlu shook her head slightly.

"Huh~ But my parents left me this—I don't even know if it counts as powerful."

She took out the red jade from her storage ring.

She had mostly worn it close to her body before, but since that strange Xiao Fan demanded she swallow it, she had stored the red jade in her storage ring.

"…", looking at the red jade, Chi Jiu Yu fell silent.

Wait, you really do have a family heirloom! By now they had reached the foot of the mountain, where two tourists stood beside the path, taking photos with cameras.

"Hey! Look at that red list—has the top name changed?!" Hearing this, Zhang Yunlu also looked up.

There, atop the list shimmering with divine aura and blazing red light, was a brand-new name.

Zhang Yunlu, Qi Condensation Ninth Layer · Wu Li. She had made the list herself? "Wu Li sword cultivators? Normal—they won't stay on long," another tourist said indifferently.

Qi Condensation Ninth Layer cultivators who achieved Wu Li typically face no barriers to Foundation Establishment, so they only appear on the list for a very short time.

Yeah, soon she'll be on the Foundation Establishment list.

…………

In the inner sect of the Xiang Jianzong, halfway up the mountain beneath the Sword Sovereign Hall.

A lush grove of green bamboo thrived, its stalks glossy, its emerald leaves rustling in the wind.

At the grove's center lay an open space, where a delicate bamboo hut stood quietly; beside it was a small pond, its water crystal clear, with a few spiritual fish drifting slowly.

This bamboo hut was built by the Sword Sovereign himself, and entry was forbidden to all—even Chi Jiu Yu had only visited once.

But soon, two figures arrived from outside: Xu Xing and Bie Xuening.

"Sister again raising spiritual fish?"

"Mm."

She had once raised a whole pond of fish and given them to her only disciple, who ate them.

After beating her disciple until she hung from a rope, Bie Xuening raised a few more.

"Master used to love raising fish too," Xu Xing added, his tone lowering slightly.

The two of them arrived at the edge of a small pond, and Bie Xuening produced a handful of fish food in her hand, scattering it into the pond.

The spirit fish, which had originally been swimming unhurriedly and leisurely, sensed the stimulus and leaped out of the water one after another, scrambling for the fish food.

Xu Xing stared and watched for a while.

"Ye Shijie, how often do you feed them?"

"Depends on my mood. Sometimes a few days, sometimes a few weeks."

Then the vitality of these spirit fish really is tough enough.

This place was specially built by Ye Shijie; the pond water is incomparably clear, almost without any impurities, and the spirit fish are influenced by the rules of this place — no matter how hungry, they will never attack each other.

If they want to survive for long, the only way is to desperately absorb spiritual energy.

So under the constant washing of spiritual energy, their flesh became incomparably fresh and sweet — no wonder Chi Jiuyu couldn't forget it.

After feeding the fish, the two walked into the bamboo house and came to the innermost room.

There they saw an altar table set with an incense burner and all manner of offerings; on either side, candle stands burned with a fire that never went out, and wisps of pale smoke curled upward.

A painting hung on the wall.

In the painting was a thin, frail old man in a plain-colored long robe, standing with his hands clasped behind his back in a bamboo grove, as if gazing into the distance.

Xu Xing stepped forward, performed three solemn kowtows, repeated three times — the full rite of three kneelings and nine kowtows.

Only then did he slowly rise and look at the figure in the painting.

In the entire Xuan Realm, no one could be worthy of such a grand rite from the Xiang Jianzong.

Except for the person in this painting.

…This was his master.

The one who, when he had arrived in this utterly unfamiliar world on the brink of death, had reached out to save him and imparted to him all his skills.

He was also one of the founders of the human race's cultivation system, one of the earliest batch of human cultivators.

Astonishing talent, dazzling brilliance.

But in a single accident, in order to cover their retreat, his master died at the hands of the Cang race.

Later, the human race rose up, slaughtering ninety percent of the Cang race; the remaining small fraction, under the cover of another Cang race ancestor, fled to the far side of the starry sky.

As for Gu, he used Heaven's Favor to completely occupy the past, and the past's time-space became His domain.

Even Xu Xing could not, on the level of time, make up for the regret or change anything.

Second update, there's another one later

(End of chapter)