Chapter 879: The Xuanzhen Sect and the Original Sin Sect

"Life in the world, eating and drinking!"

"Isn't the feast of the Father of Lamps in the East much better than your evil Blood Cup path for addicts? And appetite is the desire closest to the source!"

Qian Chen revised this "Book of Lamp Fire" and wrote the ultimate secret of this book in his notebook—the secrets about the time of the Bright Venerable, the world of the Mirror Master, and the desire of the Cauldron Mother, as well as how to interpret the secrets of this book.

Suddenly, a crow landed on the window sill. It tilted its head, and its blood-red bean-like eyes stared at Qian Chen. The gaze behind it seemed to carry an emotion.

Qian Chen also turned his head and looked at it calmly.

"Without your invitation, I cannot come in, let alone approach that lamp!"

The crow suddenly spoke, using its wings to point at the Father's lamp on Qian Chen's head. It used the language of the Eastern Continent.

"Who are you? A fellow countryman?" Qian Chen's emotions were unexpectedly calm, and his tone was slightly cold as he asked.

The crow tilted its head, suddenly flapping its wings and hitting the window: "I am the person who came looking for that book. Young Sect Master, you had better hand it over! Our Xuanzhen Sect doesn't care about father-son inheritance. The old Sect Master handed that book to you before he died, which already violated the sect rules! He thought that by hiding you in the Western Continent and under the protection of Miskatonic University, he could hide from us?"

The wings flapped against the glass window, making a harsh sound.

"Then why don't you come in?" Qian Chen asked back.

The crow calmed down. It folded its wings, and the sound did not pass through the window; everything happened in the mind.

This is a kind of art of the invisible that transmits the sound of the heart through the eyes.

"I know you donated that book to Miskatonic... This is a thing of my China, handing it to barbarians is a great crime of abandoning ancestors!"

The crow changed the subject and threatened like this.

"What book? 'Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Sutra'?" Qian Chen recalled that he seemed to have donated this book to Miskatonic.

The crow shouted with a harsh, noisy signal: "It's it! It's it!"

"It's better to donate that kind of book to the barbarians; don't harm the Chinese... And it's not something from your Xuanzhen Sect anyway! It has been passed down in my family for nine generations! It is my family heirloom..." Qian Chen said speechlessly.

"But your Li family is already the third-generation leader of the Xuanzhen Sect!" The crow shouted: "You have been the leader for so long, shouldn't you make some contribution to the sect?"

"What do you think it is?"

"That is a secret transmission involving the True Realm, opening the door to secret history; it is the Book of Reality, something that the broken Savior in the West desires but cannot obtain!"

"Caw caw..." The crow cried harshly: "The Xuanzhen Sect is a holy sect that pursues reality. Your Li family obtained a lot of reality by relying on the 'Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Scripture.' It was also because of this book that the 28th-generation leader passed the Xuanzhen Sect to your great-grandfather! Three generations of father-to-son transmission, what kind of favor is this, but you actually fled with this scripture! And donated it to the barbarians' university..."

"The sect is furious! If it weren't for the fact that the previous leader still had some feelings, they would have rushed overseas long ago to capture you and take you back to the sect for interrogation!"

"Donating the book was my father's order. It was also the order of your previous leader..." Qian Chen shrugged: "So, it's hard to disobey my father's order, and it's already donated! Can I still take it back?"

"Yes!" The crow leaned close to the window, pecking at the glass with its beak and saying: "Miskatonic University Library, that is, the Secret Archive, has a rule that donors can enter the archive at any time to view the secret books they donated. As long as you steal it out, we can let bygones be bygones! You can even continue to be the Young Sect Leader. When the Sect Leader passes away in a hundred years, the 33rd-generation Sect Leader will be none other than you!"

"Forget it!" Qian Chen slumped on the bed, looking like he was lying flat: "I have no interest in running an evil cult; I just want to honestly attend university. Miskatonic is actually quite good for finding jobs."

"What evil cult!"

The crow's feathers stood on end: "The Xuanzhen Sect is a great sect with thousands of years of inheritance, even older than the Western Holy Church. Although it is a bit down and out now, what Miskatonic University, what Holy Church—what they pursue is all illusory, all fake! Only the Xuanzhen Sect, what we seek, is reality!"

"The Holy Church's path of spirituality only becomes more fake the more one cultivates it. What Lamp Father, what Savior—they are just trying to usurp the power of the Bright Venerable!"

"Such delusional people will die sooner or later!"

"Only Xuanjun, located in the True Realm, is the 12th Sichen. It is the Lord of Reality, leading us to the path of reality."

Hearing the first half, Qian Chen sat up—I didn't expect you to have some insight!

Hearing the second half, he lay back down—some insight, but not much!

Watching Qian Chen doing sit-ups there, the crow was so anxious that it wanted to use its beak to pry open the window and fly in, flapping those two big wings on his face.

It jumped back and forth at the window, anxious and spinning in circles.

"Xuanjun? The Sichen of Corpses?" Qian Chen nodded: "It is indeed the Lord of Reality..."

Because the 12th Sichen is very special. Qian Chen, as the Dao Dust Pearl, is at the top of the world's spirituality, flowing with endless spiritual light, while the 12th Sichen is at the bottom of the world, the source of endless real darkness, and also the most real darkness. Through it, one can sink into the Nine Heavens of the cosmic realms and escape this alchemy furnace world.

So it is another side of Qian Chen—transformed by the Tai Yi Demon Ancestor.

But precisely because of this, the Tai Yi Demon Ancestor is suppressed in the Dao Dust Pearl, so this Sichen has no self-consciousness, representing the Dao Fruit of Destruction, endlessly destroying itself.

The "Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Scripture" is the path to destruction!

"But what does this have to do with me? Pursuing reality is just courting death! And it's already donated. If your Xuanzhen Sect has the ability, go ahead and snatch it back from Miskatonic! Don't worry, if you snatch it away, I definitely won't pursue it..." Looking at the crow's blood-red eyes, Qian Chen said sarcastically: "No way! No way! The famous Xuanzhen Sect that pursues reality can't even beat Miskatonic University?"

"If you can't beat them, then steal it? If you can't even steal it, what kind of secret sect are you!"

Qian Chen muttered: "I think this Xuanzhen Sect is just weak! You don't even dare to steal it yourselves, yet you incite me to steal it? You can't afford to offend Miskatonic, so you let me offend them, right!"

The crow was so angry that smoke came out of its seven orifices—not figuratively, but really smoking!

It flapped its wings and shouted: "Li Er, you have forgotten your ancestors and betrayed your master! The Xuanzhen Sect is indeed down and out! But dealing with you, a mere nobody who hasn't even stepped through the door of transcendence, is easy!"

"Reality will be watching you!"

The crow threatened.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, the crow's feathers scattered, exploding into a mist of blood. A mysterious person in a black robe climbed from the roof, hanging in front of the window, holding a shotgun. He nodded slightly to Qian Chen, the black robe embroidered with the mark of the Secret Archive—an open book!

"Whew!" Qian Chen whistled; the people from the Secret Archive were indeed protecting him.

Having donated such an important book, and being the only person who might retrieve it, how could the Secret Archive just watch?

The noise outside the window didn't seem to disturb the room at all. Qian Chen ate a few pieces of dry bread and hurriedly went to catch up on the assignment for today—a paper on the lost kingdom of the 4th Epoch in the New Continent Archipelago—the Kingdom of Mist.

It is adjacent to the Devil's Triangle, and legend has it that the entire island nation sank into it during the 4th Epoch.

It belongs to a lost kingdom that doesn't even have cultural relics or ruins.

The next day, when Qian Chen met Quinn, he found that he clearly hadn't slept well, with a pair of heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qian Chen asked casually.

Quinn said dejectedly: "Last night, I kept dreaming of the Blood Cup! I thought I craved transcendence, but I seem to have been scared! It seems my courage isn't as great as I thought?"

Qian Chen looked at his spiritual body and said: "Come find me after class!"

After all, it was he who incited him to sell the Flower of Purity.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the class ended. Qian Chen packed his books, especially holding the "Book of Lamps" in his arms, and waited for Quinn to find him, but until half an hour later, there was no sign of him.

Qian Chen casually took off a pendant from his waist and turned it slightly in his hand.

Using the pendulum method, he shuttled through the academy. The Gothic architecture was very complex. Qian Chen came to a locked, rusty gate. The pendulum dipped downward, a faint spirituality erupted, and the lock opened with a click.

Pushing open the gate, inside was a dark corridor. Walking to the end, he heard Quinn's helpless shouting: "Oh my god! Lamp Father..."

He kept slapping the face of a person who had fallen backward on the ground.

Qian Chen closed the door and stepped into the abandoned classroom, saying coldly to the side: "Come out!"

Quinn jumped up and explained to Qian Chen: "No... it's not what you think? Gable found me after class and said he had something to talk to me about regarding the Witch's Hut. I thought it was because your tone was bad that day, making that girl angry! So I wanted to help you explain. Gable also took something and shook it in front of me. I thought it was something important, so I followed him."

"Who knew he would bring me here, say 'Follow me, return to the blood, Original Sin is eternal,' and then faint..."

Looking at Quinn's panicked explanation, Qian Chen ignored him and continued to shout to the side: "Come out! Do you want me to invite you?"

A messy, long-haired head poked out from a small door on the other side, followed by a body covered in robes—it was Elijah, the "witch" of the Witch's Hut!

She looked at Qian Chen in horror, hearing Qian Chen say coldly: "Is it strange that Gable is the one who fell?"

Qian Chen took out the white sparrow-tongue flower from Gable's chest pocket, held it in front of his chest, and said to Elijah: "Do you know what the two tarot cards I covered are?"

"Ace of Pentacles, representing trade, flexibility, and balance; Two of Swords—virtual, deception, and reality!"

"So, carrying this white sparrow-tongue flower, if you use deception and malice to trade it away from its owner! Then when you impose malice on its owner, it will return the evil curse. Do you understand what elastic defense is?"

Qian Chen stared at Elijah, despising Gable under his feet: "... Remnants of the Original Sin Church?"

Elijah burst into tears, sobbing: "I... I told my brother that you were a dangerous person, but he thought that as long as he tricked the Flower of Purity away, it wouldn't be difficult for the Blood Cup secret arts to subdue you!"

"And he could also attack Quinn first; he looks like a newcomer to the mysterious world!"

"We... we have no malice!"

"Brother, brother just wanted to develop newcomers. The Original Sin Church might be unforgivable, but we are just the Original Sin faction lurking in the Spiritual Cultivation Society, and we have never practiced the Path of the Blood Cup."

Qian Chen took out the book from his chest and said calmly: "So, you handed this book to me!"

"Wanting to incite me to practice the Path of the Blood Cup?"

Elijah's body trembled, terrified: "I... I didn't dare to look; it was my brother who told me to give it to you."

Qian Chen pulled out a chair that flew up, sat in front of her, and said: "Tell me about the Original Sin faction! I am very interested in this..."

Elijah's body shook again, trembling even more violently!

She begged: "Don't... don't eat me!"

Quinn was dumbfounded on the side, pointing at the two and saying: "They... they are in cahoots?"

"Yes! Tricking us into going to the Witch's Hut, selling the Flower of Purity that protects us, and then they could take action against us, using invisible arts to confuse and control us, making us his pawns in the Spiritual Cultivation Society!" Qian Chen coldly revealed Gable's conspiracy.