Chapter 652: Pure Spirit Pavilion

Jianfan looked at Yan Buji: "I should have told you before, it's best not to get involved in the affairs of the Youming Realm."

"I'm not trying to get involved in the Youming Realm's affairs; I just want to find someone."

"If you ask me, I also don't know where." Jianfan waved his hand.

Yan Buji changed his approach and asked: "In that case, where do you think they'll hide the Huang Tian Soul after obtaining it?"

"Pure Spirit Pavilion."

"Huh?" Yan Buji froze, not expecting her to answer immediately, and for a moment he couldn't react.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Yan Buji strangely looked at Yan Buji, feeling that Jianfan seemed to already have the answer, just not wanting to say it outright.

Jianfan smiled: "Don't worry about that."

"What is the Pure Spirit Pavilion?"

"Do you know the Immortal Spirit Spring?"

Yan Buji thought for a moment; he had once bought an ancient book at an auction, which happened to record information about this place.

"It's said to be a blessed land that can hasten the maturation of spiritual materials?"

"Not bad." Jianfan smiled: "The Pure Spirit Pavilion is an Eight-turn Accumulation Device refined relying on the Immortal Spirit Spring. Their only use for the Huang Tian Soul is to go to the Pure Spirit Pavilion and, with the aid of the Huang Tian Soul, generate Huang Tian Qi."

"What is the use of Huang Tian Qi?"

"Simply put, it's used to refine some seventh-turn or even eighth-turn healing celestial pills, which those old fellows desperately need."

Yan Buji nodded, suddenly understanding: "I see."

"Anything else?"

"Could you trouble yourself to appraise these few things?" Yan Buji thought, since he himself held them and wasn't clear on their use, it'd be better to let Jianfan take a look.

Jianfan looked at the things in Yan Buji's hand—a stone tablet, a wooden block with several wooden sticks inserted—and looked puzzled: "I know the origin of this stone tablet, but what is this?"

"You don't know either?"

Jianfan shook his head: "In my era I've never seen such a thing; speaking of which, this is an accumulation device, right? It should be the activation switch of some war fortress."

Yan Buji widened his eyes, somewhat incredulous: "Is that so?"

Jianfan took the stone tablet from Yan Buji's hand and examined it carefully: "This is the stone tablet from before Martial Ancestor attained the Dao, right?"

"Martial Ancestor?"

Jianfan nodded: "This stone tablet is incomplete; there should be nine more, each recording Martial Ancestor's Primordial Martial Dao: the One Origin, Two Forms, Three Powers, Four Images, Five Elements, Six Harmonies, Seven Stars, Eight Trigrams, Nine Palaces, Ten Directions. When these ten stone tablets are combined, they constitute Martial Ancestor's Primordial Martial Dao."

Yan Buji froze; he truly had never heard of such a figure as Martial Ancestor, and he couldn't help asking: "Was this Martial Ancestor a person from the era of the Human Emperor?"

"Martial Ancestor is the founder of Martial Dao; he lived several million years before my birth, which is just hearsay. However, according to those old-timers, Martial Predates the Human Emperor era, even before the Primordial Wilderness era, and should have appeared when humanity first came into existence."

"That far back?"

"At the very least, it's tens of millions of years ago?"

Jianfan examined it closely and exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't this exactly the Ten Directions Fist inscription those old-timers have been obsessing over?"

"Ten Directions Fist?" Yan Buji looked bewildered: "Because of this thing, I lost a hundred Martial Dao marks and failed to grasp anything essential."

"Martial Ancestor's Primordial Martial Dao isn't that easy to get into; by today's standards, it's like a Lianqi-phase cultivator obtaining a Tribulation Crossing Stage technique—or rather, the final part; if you could learn it, you'd be a ghost." Jianfan laughed.

"Oh, then it's basically useless."

"Not necessarily; you could take this and trade it with those old-timers—they might happily pass on top-tier Martial Dao Profound Skill to you."

Yan Buji shook his head and put away the stone tablet: "I'm afraid I wouldn't dare not appear before them."

"How so? Afraid they'd swallow you whole? Although those folks do have a habit of eating people, they wouldn't go that far against a junior like you." Jianfan laughed.

"The more you say that, the less I dare to approach them."

"Having said what should and shouldn't be said, Yan Buji also didn't plan to stay longer; after a few words, he intended to return to Zhong Tian Zhi Yu."

"Before leaving, Jianfan seemed to think of something and urged: 'Remember, help me look for fragments of the Slaughtering Sword; I recall that a fragment fell toward Zhong Tian Zhi Yu back then.'"

"Sure, I'll definitely inquire about it."

Having said that, Yan Buji turned and vanished.

"Soon."

After returning to Zhong Tian Zhi Yu, Yan Buji thought: "It seems the Youming Realm truly isn't a complete union; otherwise, such cross-realm transmission would have caused some change in the Youming Realm's spatial nodes."

He suddenly realized that perhaps only an incomplete region's spatial nodes would fail to flow normally. Just as a broken cup can hold a little water but only that amount, with no change in total volume, so too would the spatial nodes not vary.

"So one can perceive the Universe Dao in this way as well."

Yan Buji felt something; his stagnant cultivation seemed to show signs of growth, he froze, then hurriedly composed himself.

"Now is not the time to break through."

"However, being able to grasp some concepts of the Universe Dao from the back-and-forth transmission is also a considerable gain for him."

"One day passed."

Yan Buji found He Caifei.

He Caifei looked at Yan Buji strangely: "Hall Master Yan, do you have news?"

"Hmm, I have a guess: Hong Chengtao might have gone to the Pure Spirit Pavilion."

"Pure Spirit Pavilion?" He Caifei froze: "What place is that?"

"You know the Immortal Spirit Spring, right? The Pure Spirit Pavilion is an Eight-turn Immortal Accumulation Device refined relying on the Immortal Spirit Spring; their only possible use for the Huang Tian Soul is to aid the Pure Spirit Pavilion in generating Huang Tian Qi for pill refinement." Yan Buji repeated Jianfan's words verbatim, and He Caifei was also shocked.

"Really? There's such a thing? Alright, I'll go report first; if it's true, those who promised you will send it over."

"Okay."

Yan Buji, after all, didn't even know where the Pure Spirit Pavilion was, so it wouldn't be proper to directly ask for payment.

"Besides, even if they really didn't give it, I wouldn't dare to seize it by force." Yan Buji sighed.

"Doing work for them is mainly to earn some compensation on one hand, and on the other hand to leave them a good impression."

"My reputation as a disciple of the Fa Tian Sect couldn't withstand any scrutiny, so it's better to stay on good terms with them."

Of course, Yan Buji also doesn't believe that these people are after petty gains. Each one's goal has risen to a level beyond what they can even look up to; after all, people are social animals, with top‑down influence—if you truly don't offer benefits, who will do things for you?

"But if they really find Hong Chengtao, it will prove that my handling of affairs still has strength and efficiency." Yan Buji smiled.

What a person fears most is having no value; keeping a low profile doesn't mean it's wrong, but for Yan Buji, he needs to obtain what he wants in this Chaos, so he must demonstrate his value.

A network of contacts isn't also a part of value?