Chapter 00114: The Qianyun Immortal Gate Without a Sect Leader
# The Qianyun Immortal Gate Without a Sect Leader
Chapter 114
Novel: Abandon The Universe
Chapter 114: The Qianyun Immortal Gate Without a Sect Leader
Lan Xiaobu sighed, having just found a good place, but it seemed he would have to change again.
Liu Min trailed cautiously behind Lan Xiaobu.
"Master, that woman is a disciple of the Xikunlun Sect. She is very likely to become a Saintess."
Although Liu Min wished to stay at the Mobei Market and continue as his master’s steward, he understood the consequences of offending Xiang Li, the Saintess.
It was not just his own fate that was at stake; Lan Xiaobu could face severe consequences as well.
This new shopmaster was truly frightening—capable of driving away even a renowned figure like Xiang Li.
If Liu Min had not witnessed it himself, he would have never believed it.
In Yuanzhou, cultivators in the Golden Core stage were certainly strong and weak, but Xiang Li was famous among them.
This powerful figure had been forced to retreat by the new master of Mobei Market.
Lan Xiaobu casually inquired, "Why is it called the Xikunlun Sect?"
Qin Mo had mentioned that the Xikunlun Sect had a connection to its founder.
Lan Xiaobu hadn’t thought much of it, but now that he had encountered Xiang Li and seen them battle, he couldn’t help but consider that someone as arrogant as her wouldn’t easily let things go.
Liu Min had begun to recover from his initial fear.
Since the master had almost killed Xiang Li, what was there for him to fear? Who was Xiang Li to care about someone as insignificant as himself?
Once he realized this, Liu Min spoke more confidently.
"I’ve heard that the Xikunlun Sect's heritage comes from the Western Queen Mother in the Yao Pool. The founder of the Xikunlun Sect, Du Lanxiang, was the Queen Mother’s adopted daughter..."
Lan Xiaobu was momentarily lost in thought, not even catching the latter part of Liu Min's words.
Previously, when he had encountered the potential Red Cloud Ancestor, he had thought it to be coincidence.
But now, with the Western Queen Mother appearing in the mix, and considering that the Yao Pool was her residence on Kunlun Mountain, things didn't seem so coincidental anymore.
These were all ancient myths of Huaxia.
Did this imply that they were not mere legends but had some truth to them? If that were the case, why had they never heard of cultivation in Huaxia?
Lan Xiaobu suddenly recalled the celestial mounds unearthed on Earth two or three decades ago, which showed a great divergence from the recorded history of traditional Chinese culture, revealing another civilization.
The finely crafted sacrificial offerings unearthed there raised questions; they seemed more like magical artifacts.
Among them was a golden staff about one and a half meters long that served not just as an offensive artifact.
About ten years ago, more than a thousand years old, a complete palanquin was uncovered less than a hundred miles from Huzhou, devoid of any propulsion devices and etched with various patterns.
Now it seemed those patterns must have been array formations.
The palanquin was not merely a decorative piece, as experts claimed, but rather a type of flying treasure.
It was precisely because nobody knew how to wield or refine them that there was such confusion over its materials.
If this was the case, then planetary history might be lacking some records and not all documents were official.
But for any civilization to exist, it needed a lineage.
This missing piece of civilization likely gave rise to legendary tales in Huaxia.
These missing fragments could be due to human actions or might stem from cataclysmic events on Earth.
Regardless, some remnants could still be preserved, such as the celestial mounds or the palanquin.
Considering also the cosmic walls that Earth's scientists discovered, many believed these walls were barriers created by powerful beings.
According to those scientists, the cosmic walls stretched a full 3.5 billion light-years long.
Initially, Lan Xiaobu believed that the cosmic wall seen on Earth was not the same as the one he had traversed, thinking it just a coincidence in naming.
But now it seemed possible they referred to the same cosmic wall.
If indeed it was one and the same, he surely believed it was an astounding cosmic array, connected to ancient powerful figures from Earth.
This wall might not signify confinement but abandonment.
Lan Xiaobu had another thought: was this place called Yuanzhou somehow related to Huaxia's lineage? The "Record of the Ten Continents in the Seas" had clearly documented Yuanzhou.
Emperor Wu of Han listened to the Western Queen Mother speak of the ten lands, including Zuzhou, Yingzhou, Xuanzhou, Yanzhou, Changzhou, Yuanzhou, Liuzhou, Shengzhou, Fenglinzhou, and Junzuozhou.
These were addressed as areas rarely trodden by mortals.
However, having lived on Earth for so many years, he had never heard of these ten continents.
Given that there were written records, it was possible they truly existed—though those records were likely based on hearsay at the time.
"Is Du Lanxiang still around?" Lan Xiaobu asked.
Liu Min shook his head.
"She should be long gone, even if she achieved the Earth Immortal stage—she can't live that long."
Lan Xiaobu didn't press further.
If the Xikunlun Sect here was indeed Du Lanxiang’s sect, then she must still be alive, just not in Yuanzhou anymore.
"Are there other continents apart from Yuanzhou?" Lan Xiaobu queried again.
Liu Min appeared bewildered; he had no knowledge of other lands.
Suddenly, Lan Xiaobu had an intense desire to visit the Xikunlun Sect to resolve all his doubts.
"You get busy. I’ll go back to cultivate. Also, if you come across low-level techniques, help me gather some," he instructed.
Knowing Liu Min had limited knowledge, Lan Xiaobu realized he'd have to look into larger sects for this information.
Moreover, Lan Xiaobu felt a lack of techniques.
His massive axe was wholly reliant on divine sense and true essence, with no structured method.
Unlike Xiang Li, who skillfully wielded various techniques that were both impressive and powerful.
If he had one technique, it would be the Soul Thorn and Soul Shield.
If not for the Soul Shield, he would have lost his life to Xiang Li today.
Without the Soul Shield, he wouldn't have dodged Xiang Li's Blood Mist Needles, causing his demise under her Flowerfall Sword Rain.
"Master, are you planning to leave?" Liu Min questioned, puzzled.
From his perspective, Lan Xiaobu had offended the Saintess of a five-star sect—there was no option but to flee.
Lan Xiaobu nodded, "That's right. I’m not planning to leave now. I have traveled far enough. Whatever happens in the future can wait. Remember to help me gather techniques and as for the soldier who died, let’s compensate five thousand spirit stones."
"Ah, is that too much?" Liu Min was momentarily stunned.
Previously, a death would suffice, but now they were giving compensation plus five thousand spirit stones?
"Just do as I say. Remember to notify me immediately if the Xikunlun Sect sends someone," Lan Xiaobu added.
Liu Min couldn't voice any objections and quickly left.
As for Xiang Li returning for revenge, Lan Xiaobu didn’t care too much about that—he felt protected with Lan Ya.
If push came to shove, he could escape swiftly.
He had faith that nobody could catch up with Lan Ya, and as for someone so prideful as Xiang Li, it was unlikely she would come to plead the matter; she would probably just cultivate harder and return for revenge herself.
…
With the passage of time, all things would slowly fade.
The situation with the Shuang Sha brothers being slain by Lan Xiaobu had made the entire Wuyihai much safer, attracting more visitors to Mobei Market.
To Lan Xiaobu's relief, Xiang Li hadn’t brought anyone over; it was as if nothing had ever happened, fading quietly with time.
Lan Xiaobu continued cultivating the Forging Spirit Technique, refining his divine consciousness.
He felt anxious, yearning for the Seven-Tone Model to produce the methods he needed.
He had already inscribed many low-level techniques into the Seven-Tone Model, yet it still hadn’t constructed the techniques he sought.
Continuing to cultivate the Golden Crow Technique was feasible, but Lan Xiaobu was no longer a clueless novice.
He fully understood that once his cultivation reached a certain level of strength, switching techniques would become increasingly difficult.
Currently, he was in the Golden Core stage and with his solid aptitude, once the Golden Core was formed, transitioning to the next stage would likely not require even the Spirit Fruit.
Someone who dared to tear their own soul apart—would he shy away from shattering his own Golden Core?
Once he reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, he was completely confident he could tear apart his own Golden Core.
Unfortunately, although Mobei Market was becoming livelier, there was still nothing worthwhile coming out of it.
No wonder top-tier cultivators looked down on this place; it might be comfortable to be a local tyrant, but it didn’t aid in one's cultivation.
Lan Xiaobu was beginning to feel like leaving, but he couldn’t find any better place to go.
…
At the Qianyun Immortal Gate, a two-star sect, the gate was surprisingly grand, exuding an aura far beyond that of an ordinary two-star sect.
This was not surprising, for the Qianyun Immortal Gate was originally a five-star sect.
However, due to the misfortune that befell their ancestor, they lost their spiritual veins, causing them to drop down to a two-star sect—a painful but barely survivable descent.
At this moment, atop the Qianyun Peak, an old man with a face covered in black mist was continuously spitting blood, all of which was black, thick, and foul-smelling.
Standing next to him were Shan Qianyue and Uncle Xi, both waiting anxiously.
The old man spat out half a basin of black blood before heaved a sigh, “How powerful.”
“Master, are you alright?” Shan Qianyue asked, her eyes filled with excitement.
The old man's complexion was no longer dark but had taken on a sickly pallor.
He sighed, “To fully recover is no easy task. This poison I suffered is indeed too severe. But the exceptional Silver Light Fish you brought back is even more powerful—it has indeed neutralized this poison.”
“Master, as long as you are fine, once you fully recover, our Qianyun Immortal Gate will eventually rise again,” Uncle Xi remarked with emotion.
The old man shook his head, “I must pass on the position of sect leader now. I shall serve as the elder. Qianyue…”
Hearing the old man’s words, Shan Qianyue quickly waved her hands, “Master, my aptitude is ordinary, and I’m merely in the Golden Core stage. I lack other talents; how can I take on such a role? If I become the sect leader, it would only lead Qianyun Immortal Gate further astray!”
“I know that, but with our Qianyun Immortal Gate in such decline, we have no candidates for the leader. Sigh… We must participate in the Kunxu Xuanjian to advance the sect, and we need a new sect leader to do so,” the old man sighed, knowing well that Shan Qianyue was not cut out for the role.
“Why not let Uncle Xi be the sect leader?” Shan Qianyue suggested.
“Cheng Yixi is amiable, but he is equally unfit to lead the Qianyun Immortal Gate,” the old man said, a hint of loneliness flashing in his eyes.
Once upon a time, the Qianyun Immortal Gate was so resplendent, a five-star sect, yet now it struggled to even continue its lineage.
Feeling her master’s sadness, Shan Qianyue felt disheartened as well.
The three fell into silence for a while before she suddenly had a spark of inspiration. “Master, I know someone who, if willing to come and lead our Qianyun Immortal Gate, could help us rise again, and he could also lead us at the Kunxu Xuanjian.”
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