Chapter 130: Joining the Purple Mansion Holy Land, Palm Treasure Chen Changsheng
Chapter 130 – Joining the Purple Mansion Holy Land, Palm Treasure Chen Changsheng
Unfortunately, Jiang Bufan lacked the knowledge to inscribe a Three-Color Teleportation Array.
Within the domain of the Heavenly Wither Formation, ordinary teleportation arrays were rendered completely useless.
In other words, they could only rely on their sheer flying speed to tear through this killing array.
And this mere three-hundred-mile domain would dictate the life or death of every sovereign present.
Even Fang Qiancheng, who possessed the world’s ultimate speed, had his wings brutally ripped away. In a pure contest of speed, the survivors were fundamentally no match for the nameless ancient corpse.
Therefore, their survival hinged entirely on luck.
There were only two true horrors, yet over thirty cultivators were frantically scattering.
By fleeing in every direction, it was physically impossible for the nameless ancient corpse and that eerie old man to slaughter them all.
……
“Swish!”
The moment he escaped the reach of the Heavenly Wither Formation, Chen Changsheng did not pause for a single breath, immediately inscribing an even larger array into the earth.
Simultaneously, Nalan Jing and the others stood guard, sweeping the surroundings with their divine intent to ensure the nameless ancient corpse was not pursuing them.
Soon, the massive teleportation array flared to life, and Chen Changsheng’s group vanished into the void once more.
After executing five consecutive spatial jumps, the group finally materialized before the mountain gates of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
Having temporarily secured their safety, Chen Changsheng finally exhaled a breath of turbid Qi.
“We should be safe now. The Purple Mansion Holy Land is a full ten thousand miles away from the Kunlun Holy Land.”
“No matter how terrifying that nameless ancient corpse has become, it cannot track us across such a vast expanse.”
“After all, its newborn intellect is ultimately inferior to that of living beings.”
Speaking thus, Chen Changsheng shifted his gaze to the still-trembling Zi Ning and flashed a predatory smile. “Miss Zi Ning, I recall we had an agreement.”
“You were supposed to guarantee my safety during the Heavenly Talent Assembly. However, our departure was rather hasty, leaving you no opportunity to display your prowess.”
“Shall I expend a bit more effort and forge another array to send you back?”
Hearing his mockery, Zi Ning’s expression darkened, and she immediately took a step back.
She was confident in her Dao, but she was no fool.
Clashing head-on with that unnatural abomination was simply courting death.
Seeing Chen Changsheng ruthlessly teasing Zi Ning, Nalan Jing interjected. “Holy Son, please spare the Holy Maiden your torment.”
“She lacks worldly experience. I trust you will offer her proper guidance in the future.”
“A calamity of this scale cannot be ignored by the Purple Mansion Holy Land.”
“I must now mobilize a portion of our sect’s foundation to mount a rescue. I leave all internal matters of the Holy Land in your capable hands, Holy Son.”
With those words, Nalan Jing transformed into a streak of light, soaring directly into the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
Though the sovereign leaders had suffered catastrophic losses, their factions’ profound foundations remained intact.
As long as the foundation stood, the sect endured.
To thoroughly cleanse herself of suspicion, Nalan Jing had to lead an expeditionary force to ‘save’ the survivors.
Through this calculated move, the Purple Mansion Holy Land would also harvest immense gratitude from the surviving powers.
After all, they would soon need to forge an alliance with the Seventy-Two Wolf Smokes. If they drew the collective ire of the Middle Heavens, the Purple Mansion Holy Land would face an arduous path.
Once Nalan Jing departed, Chen Changsheng turned his cold gaze upon Wan Yan Yue and the others.
“What are your fated paths from here?”
Song Yuanshan offered a faint smile. “We intend to return to the Eastern Wasteland.”
“We believed our martial laws were sufficiently tempered, but today has proven our capital is far too meager.”
Hearing Song Yuanshan’s declaration, Chen Changsheng shrewdly understood their intent. They were returning to accumulate their spiritual essence and aid Wu Li in seizing the Heaven’s Mandate.
“Returning is a wise choice. However, the super teleportation arrays of the Kunlun Holy Land are no longer at your disposal.”
“These are teleportation platforms I have forged for you. Each one can cross a span of two hundred thousand miles.”
“After roughly a thousand jumps, you should safely arrive within the borders of the Eastern Wasteland.”
“Additionally, this contains a few of my insights into the Dao. Study them well; they may aid in the ruthless tempering of your essence.”
Gazing at the Storage Ring and jade slip offered by Chen Changsheng, the three elders perfectly understood the true weight of his “cultivation insights.”
Faced with such a heaven-defying gift, Wan Yan Yue did not bother with hypocritical refusals. She accepted it directly and spoke.
“Tread carefully. The Eastern Wasteland will forever be your home.”
“No matter the era, the Eastern Wasteland will shield you from the storm.”
“I am aware. Should the heavens turn against me, I will seek you out. Furthermore, I have arranged for the Eastern Wasteland’s Heavenly Talents to be escorted out.”
“Their location is recorded within. You will know once you sweep it with your divine intent.”
With those final words, a heavy silence settled over the four.
Old friends reunited, only to sever their paths once more. A deep reluctance weighed heavily upon their souls.
Yet, each now bore the crushing weight of their own destinies. Voicing pleas to stay would only seem childish in the face of the Great Dao.
“Treasure yourself!”
Zuo Xinghe offered a deep bow of respect to Chen Changsheng, then turned and walked away.
Seeing this, Wan Yan Yue and Song Yuanshan tightened their lips, following in Zuo Xinghe’s footsteps.
“Brother Chen, does this mean we are finally stepping into the world alone?”
Watching his masters fade into the distance, Ye Hensheng stepped forward, unable to suppress a nostalgic sigh.
Chen Changsheng remained silent for a long time, his detached gaze fixed upon the void where the three had vanished.
Only after an indeterminate pause did Chen Changsheng turn toward the gates of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
When he spoke, his tone was as cold and unyielding as a forged blade.
“From this moment forth, you will address me as ‘Sir’.”
“The Heavenly Talent Assembly is over. The world will no longer coddle you as children.”
“In the reality you now occupy, there is no such thing as ‘correcting a mistake’.”
“There is only victory or ruin. Succeed, and you breathe; fail, and you rot!”
His ruthless words echoed in their minds, even as his figure vanished into the mist-shrouded mountain gates of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
Hearing this absolute law, a heavy dread anchored itself in everyone’s hearts.
They were finally stepping into the true realm of cultivation—a predatory world entirely devoid of fairness or second chances.
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Purple Mansion Holy Land.
“Holy Son, you have finally returned! We have been waiting for ages!”
The moment Chen Changsheng crossed the threshold, he was swarmed by a mob of eccentric old men.
These individuals were the Elders of the sect—the true, breathing foundation of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
To these ancient monsters, Chen Changsheng’s allegiance was cause for absolute ecstasy.
Acquiring a peerless Heavenly Talent without expending a single drop of primordial Qi to nurture him was no different from plucking a supreme artifact from the dirt.
Noting their ravenous enthusiasm, Chen Changsheng offered a polite, calculating smile.
“I am deeply humbled by the Elders’ esteem. This Changsheng is truly overwhelmed.”
“As a newcomer, should my actions fall short of the Dao, I beg the Elders for their leniency and guidance.”
“Cease your worries! Do as you please!”
“Our sect may lack certain frivolities, but our backing is absolute! No matter which sovereign you provoke, the Purple Mansion Holy Land will guarantee your life!”
One Elder furiously thumped his chest, swearing an oath of absolute protection.
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng’s eyes narrowed into predatory slits. He smoothly pulled the Grand Elder aside and lowered his voice.
“Grand Elder, there is a matter I must discuss.”
“I have brought a few individuals back with me. I intend to draw upon the sect’s resources to ruthlessly temper their foundations.”
The Grand Elder hesitated. “Granting them sanctuary is trivial, but tapping into our core resources is no small matter!”
“These juniors you mention… they already possess their own inheritances, do they not?”
Shrewdly weighing the old man’s reluctance, Chen Changsheng’s tone grew heavy with implication.
“Grand Elder, I am the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion Holy Land. Would I ever orchestrate a trade that bleeds our reserves?”
“Gongsun Huaiyu is a sovereign talent I extracted from the Seventy-Two Wolf Smokes. The karmic threads tying her to me are complex, but a man of your wisdom surely grasps the implications.”
“As for those two top-tier Heavenly Talents from the Eastern Wasteland, they cannot formally join us. However, securing them as Guest Elders in the future is easily within my grasp.”
“Furthermore, I have deduced the fated paths: their eventual ascension to the thrones of the Xuanwu Kingdom and the Night Moon Country is an absolute certainty.”
“Need this Junior elaborate further on the boundless harvest this will yield?”
Grand Elder: (͡°͜ʖ͡°)✧
When you lay out the fated paths so clearly, I have no choice but to readily agree!
“A trivial matter!”
“The Purple Mansion Holy Land exists to nurture the Dao of peerless Heavenly Talents. Holy Son, lead us to these young friends at once!”