Chapter 306: Borrowing the Identity of an Outsider from Another Realm

Although all of these were positive effects, the bizarre scenes still made some people's hair stand on end.

"No rush."

The slender, radiant figure shook her head slightly, then extended a single finger.

Before Zhang Yunlu could recover her wits, that seemingly slow finger gently touched her forehead.

Hum~ A warm current, familiar yet strange, surged through her entire body in an instant; her unhealed injuries improved rapidly under its warmth.

Even the tiniest, nearly imperceptible internal injuries were fully restored to their original state.

It felt like being in a hot spring during a bitter winter, or drinking a cold beverage under the scorching summer sun.

Her spiritual platform was clear and bright, her body light and pure, utterly exhilarating.

"Hahaha!" Cheng Yu burst into loud laughter, purple energy churning in his eyes, his voice drowning out the countless explosions of qi currents, "Old fool, if the people of this city die because of you today, every sin shall be counted against you!"

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How could such a great elder possibly appear in a training ground like this?

"Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan, of the Alliance of the Righteous Path."

"Old fool, let you taste the opportunity I've gained!" Cheng Yu would not miss this chance.

Zhang Yunlu's heart stirred slightly.

But the next instant! "Dao began as me, the primordial ancestor of all realms."

The Demon Sovereign's aura had once been utterly foul and impure—why now did it carry a faint, subtle, mysterious resonance?

Brilliant Buddhist light surged forth; a colossal hand parted billions of qing of qi currents, descending like a cataclysm of annihilation!

Buddhist chants echoed everywhere; the Buddhist light blazed brilliantly, illuminating the night sky.

Cheng Yu stared at the sky, his purple eyes filled with mockery.

Sect Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "/Little Duck Flying on a Sword"

Though only one man was present, the atmosphere inside the hall was suffocating, as if even the air had frozen solid.

After this sound passed.

Lucky Xiao Zhang (Xiang Jianzong): "By the way, that elder said her name is Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan."

"Almost enough…"

Just like the night he first gained his opportunity.

"..." The old monk's Expression Grew Serious, "Disciple, you seem different."

A boundless, majestic Buddha silhouette hung high in the sky; looking up, one could see only a single giant eye, its expression compassionate, gazing down upon the vast Jingcheng.

Looking at it now... it's barely acceptable.

Behind the tree trunk, a tiger leaned against the trunk, while a gazelle in front of it calmly nibbled at the grass on the ground.

Perhaps luck was involved, but it certainly couldn't be just this.

"May I ask the elder's identity?"

Sect Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "?"

She instinctively thought of Xu Xing.

A cold voice spread across Jingcheng, devoid of any emotion, carrying a chilling frost, like a blade drawn from ten-thousand-year-old ice.

…………

Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan watched her back, smiling faintly.

It was the sword cultivator who, upon hearing Cheng Yu's words, intervened to stop the big monk.

"Thank you, elder, for your guidance."

This person was none other than Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan.

The Mortal Realm.

The swordlight was icy cold.

"Those old bastards from Tai Xuan Tian… hah."

…Probably not—this training group's highest was only Return to Void; they wouldn't be like me, lucky enough to have reached my master's uncle's level.

Zhang Yunlu hesitated, then finally told the truth: "She… is my senior sister. I will relay the elder's meaning to her."

My senior sister's Little Duck emoji pack seems even bigger than my master's.

"Your skills are far too shallow; after returning, you should visit the Xiang Jianzong's Transmission Hall more often." The radiant, slender figure offered a gentle reminder.

He stood tall, with sharp eyebrows and starlike eyes, clad in a black dragon-patterned imperial robe, radiating heavy authority.

Sect Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "Oh, you're close! Wait—I'm coming right now!"

……

"Stop!"

After wandering through the Three Realms of Tai Xuan Tian, she had now reached the Nascent Soul realm and wielded the Principle of Purity with greater mastery.

Sect Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "/Little Duck Scratching Head"

"I will faithfully report to my senior sister."

Several qi signatures, surpassing Soul Transformation, were rapidly approaching, openly and unhidden.

A scaly pangolin lay quietly curled up; a line of ants passed before it, yet it paid no attention.

When Zhang Yunlu came to her senses, she saw the radiant, slender figure smiling at her.

Her gaze passed through the hall, over the palace, and settled upon the vast Jingcheng.

"Huh~"

Cheng Yu sneered.

Even for the sake of future cultivation, I should go and meet him.

To address me by name directly—could this elder also be of the same generation as my master?

This caravan merely happened to be passing by; whether Chi Jiuyu accepts or refuses, I should leave anyway.

A scene of perfect peace, yet strangely eerie...

This oppressive stillness lasted for who knows how long.

Elder of the Xiang Jianzong?

As disciples of the Sword Lord, their seniority is extremely high! Besides our master, no other Xian Sect ancestors have taken disciples in ages—how could there be an elder? Lucky Xiao Zhang (Xiang Jianzong): "That elder called my master the Sword Lord and said she comes from the Righteous Alliance."

"Venerable one, this monk requests an audience."

She immediately understood what had happened and quickly bowed respectfully.

But...

Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "Aren't all participants in this trial from the Qidaxian Sect? At most they're juniors—where did an elder come from?"

Sister's reputation truly is immense.

With a slight shake of her head, Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan turned to look behind her.

"Thank you, elder."

How could it be so coincidental?

I thought night was deep and I wouldn't get a reply anytime soon...

"Old thing, you've certainly made quite a spectacle." Among those old devils of Tai Xuan Tian, he despised this monk the most—mouth full of compassion, yet his methods were utterly despicable.

Lucky Xiao Zhang (Xiang Jianzong): "Sister, I have an elder here who wishes to meet you."

This time, Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan was slightly surprised: "You're also a disciple of the Sword Lord?"

Sword Lord?

The old monk's tone was compassionate, yet his heart dared not slacken for a moment—he sat upright and thrust out a palm! Boom—!

Want to meet my sister?

After sending the message, Zhang Yunlu waited quietly.

Her eyes, now completely purple, were calm and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Is Xiao Yunlu running a "lazy fish" series?

It's just unknown how many.

But this feeling came quickly and vanished just as fast.

Wait for a reply.

Could it be my uncle?

Unfortunately, she wandered Tai Xuan Tian for a long time but never encountered one once.

This little one may wear a stern face, but his mind is full of thoughts.

Indeed, this elder is also a practitioner from Tai Xuan Realm.

"Old thing, your insight remains as sharp as ever. So, have you come here today to kill me for merit?"

"By the way, since you're a Xiang Jianzong disciple and a participant in this trial, do you know Chi Jiuyu?" Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan asked again.

Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "These don't matter."

Returning to the campfire, Zhang Yunlu opened the private chat interface of the world chat channel.

Capital of the Songyun Dynasty.

Mortals, even ordinary cultivators, upon hearing it, would lose control and obey the voice's command.

The hall's floor was paved with golden bricks; a carved, gilded throne faced south from the north.

Zhang Yunlu withdrew her gaze and turned toward the campfire.

Lucky Xiao Zhang (Xiang Jianzong): "/Lying on the sword, a lazy fish"

After sending this message, Zhang Yunlu activated the real-time location sharing function.

The Baohe Hall, with its double-eaved hip-and-gable roof and yellow glazed tiles, spans nine bays wide and five deep, embodying the number nine-five.

"To become a disciple of the Sword Lord isn't something mere luck can explain," Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan smiled.

Hum~!

So, this outer-realm trial actually includes people outside the Qidaxian Sect...

The progress of the Dao Shi Ding An Jing far exceeded his expectations—his injuries were fully healed, and he had advanced further, glimpsing the supreme existence! Cheng Yu's purple eyes glowed brighter; he laughed aloud, mobilizing all his magic power, raising his hand to seize the sword cultivator and the big monk.

Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "But Xiao Fan doesn't seem to be from an Xian Sect /thinking" Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "Forget it, just turn on real-time location sharing—I'll know once I get there."

Upon the throne sat a figure, eyes closed, motionless.

The predator had its predatory instinct washed away; the prey had its instinct to flee washed away.

Your Majesty?! Cheng Yu paid no heed to others' reactions.

Countless commoners, witnessing this divine miracle, all prostrated themselves; a voice brimming with boundless compassion echoed from afar.

Hum~! The divine Buddhist light receded; the Buddha's star-and-moon-like phantom vanished, leaving two figures standing high in the heavens.

"Then please tell your sister I wish to meet her and ask if she's willing."

Righteous Alliance?

Zhang Yunlu glanced behind Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan.

"Hypocritical old monk."

His tone was calm, yet carried a seductive quality.

Instantly, the Buddhist light receded, the giant hand dissolving into nothingness!

Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "Righteous Alliance? Wasn't this trial only for the Qidaxian Sect?"

A faint purple glow illuminated, and he vanished from the golden lacquered throne, appearing outside the hall.

"If you recognize him, could you introduce me?"

"Where is the Emperor of the Mortal Realm?"

"Senior, you are too kind."

The Master of the Xiang Jianzong (Xiang Jianzong): "What? Senior?"

"Thank you for your trouble."

Their voices carried outward; due to the distance, only those nearby saw who they were speaking to.

The reason he did not immediately restore her injuries was to give her time, to see if she could gain insight during the recovery.

But he quickly dismissed the thought in his mind.

Cheng Yu let out a light laugh; if he had once feared, now…

She was now at the Nascent Soul realm, and Chi Jiuyu was the foremost Nascent Soul cultivator of this era.

Yet this senior truly possessed the demeanor of a great elder.

"Demon Sovereign, it really is you," the sword cultivator said coldly.

Commoners, nobles, and even imperial clan members all knelt and bowed their heads, trembling with unease.

The data within the phone could be imported into the World Chat Channel, hence the emojis.

"No need for courtesy; your Xiang Jianzong senior has done me a favor, and moreover, we are both from the Xuan Realm—we ought to support each other."

It was none other than the new Emperor of the Songyun Dynasty, who was also the Demon Sovereign Cheng Yu.

With a sigh, the entire hall seemed to come alive in an instant, even the solidified air resuming its flow.

A sword cultivator in white robes, elegant and free-spirited, his cold features lending him an air of aloofness that kept others at a distance.

Upon a twelve-petaled golden lotus throne lay a bald monk, chest and belly exposed, his entire body radiant with Jin Guang, like a Buddha.

Wasn't this outer-realm training meant only for the Qidaxian Sect? But Xiao Fan wasn't from the Qidaxian Sect—he was also here in this trial.

"... Just lucky."

"This monk merely guides the layperson to rebirth in the Pure Land, freeing them from the sea of suffering."

Vast, ethereal, boundless…

It was as if every adjective in the world could describe this sound—resonating within the heart, yet shaking the eight directions.

At infinite heights, a figure too immense to be described by any language, endlessly majestic.

A pair of eyes, filling the cosmos, transforming all phenomena, covering the entire world and obscuring all perception, gazed down at him with indifference.

"Lend me your identity as an outsider from this human realm." (End of Chapter)