txolops Chapter 435 News from the Bright Moon
Chapter 435 News from the Bright Moon
Chapter 435 News from the Bright Moon
Luo Ming was both surprised and delighted. "Mingyue actually ended up here? And she's even here with Han Li? Judging from this, her disappearance back then must be related to Feng Xi."
He suddenly remembered what Jiang Rufeng had said. In the place where he disappeared back then, a strong wind-attribute demonic aura was found, which was most likely left behind by Feng hope.
"Moreover—Mingyue's cultivation has already reached the late stage of Core Formation? And her aura is so profound! This cultivation speed—it seems she has had some extraordinary encounters these past years. Could it be that the great philanthropist, Feng hope, 'given' her this opportunity?"
Luo Ming saw Feng hope arrive, and Ming Yue and Han Li joined forces to activate their Wind and Thunder Wings to escape. Finally, they took advantage of the entanglement between Miao He and Feng hope to break free, and Luo Ming couldn't help but smile slightly.
Seeing that his eldest disciple Mingyue was safe and sound and had made great progress in her cultivation, Luo Ming finally felt relieved and a sense of heartfelt joy welled up inside him.
Continuing to review the subsequent memory fragments, one sees the final scene where Miaohe self-destructs her physical body, Fengxi is injured, and then takes the opportunity to escape with her nascent soul and ascend to heaven.
After continuing the soul search and confirming that there was no more valuable information, Luo Ming slowly withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.
The dark red nascent soul in his palm had completely lost its luster, becoming dull and transparent, like an empty shell with no form.
Luo Ming expressionlessly placed the nascent soul into a specially made jade box and sealed it. He stood up, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"Feng Xi—" Luo Ming murmured the name, "Although Miao He's self-destruction injured you, that's one thing at a time. You dared to kidnap and imprison my disciple—this debt will be settled while you're still injured!"
As Luo Ming was pondering how to deal with the injured Feng hope—whether to attack directly, set an ambush, or wait for him to walk into a trap—a series of respectful footsteps sounded outside the main hall.
The young man in feathered robes, Gao Yuan, cautiously entered the hall and stopped a few feet in front of Luo Ming. He bowed deeply, holding up several bulging storage bags, each radiating spiritual energy, with both hands. His voice was respectful: "Reporting to the Ancestor, this disciple has completed the inventory and sorting of the most precious materials and spirit stones accumulated by the Biyun Sect over the years, and they are all here. There are still 30% of the regular supplies and spirit stones remaining in the storeroom for the sect's daily operations and the needs of recruiting guest elders and disciples. Please take a look, Ancestor."
Luo Ming slightly raised his eyelids, and his divine sense, like an invisible tide, instantly enveloped the storage bags, clearly reflecting the scenes inside them in his sea of consciousness.
The mountain of mid-grade spirit stones of various attributes was roughly estimated to be no less than a million; dozens of jade boxes and bottles with sealing talismans were filled with spiritual energy, clearly all of which were rare high-grade spiritual herbs and pills.
Several rare ores of astonishing size, shimmering with a unique metallic luster; as well as some well-preserved high-level monster materials, finished magic weapons, ancient jade slips, and so on.
With its diverse range and considerable value, it truly reflects the rich heritage of a sect with a long history and a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge. Even after Miao He's extravagant spending in the later stages and the turmoil in the inner star sea, this "family fortune" remains substantial.
Of course, Luo Ming knew perfectly well that this was by no means the entirety of the Biyun Sect's wealth. A sect's wealth, in addition to the apparent savings in its treasury, also includes intangible assets such as the profits from its controlled mines, herb gardens, markets, cultivation techniques, and personal connections.
What Gao Yuan offered was probably "floating wealth" that could be immediately converted into cash and would not seriously affect the sect's foundation. Luo Ming was not dissatisfied with this; on the contrary, he felt that the young man acted with great discretion.
He flicked his sleeve, and a gentle magical force lifted the storage bags, placing them into his sleeve. He said calmly, "Hmm, thank you for your thoughtfulness."
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Seeing Luo Ming accept the money, Gao Yuan felt a pang of heartache at the thought of such a huge sum, but he dared not show it on his face. Instead, he stood respectfully with his head bowed. He knew that the life and death of himself, and indeed the entire Biyun Sect, rested on the decision of the man before him.
Luo Ming's gaze fell on Gao Yuan, and after a brief examination, his tone shifted to one of scrutiny: "You possess a wind-attribute unique spiritual root, and you've also received the true teachings of that old monster Miao He's 'Blood Crane Technique,' so your foundation is reasonably well-developed, and your magical power is sufficiently pure. With your aptitude and accumulated experience, without the aid of fortuitous opportunities and elixirs, your chances of condensing a Nascent Soul might only be 20-30%. But with sufficient preparation and the assistance of suitable elixirs, you have a 50-60% chance."
Upon hearing this, Gao Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and his breathing quickened involuntarily. Nascent Soul! That was the realm he had always dreamed of! It was also one of the biggest motivations for him to willingly submit to Luo Ming and even assist him in "cleaning up the house"! He suddenly looked up, his eyes bursting with an uncontrollable desire and anticipation as he gazed at Luo Ming.
Luo Ming seemed quite satisfied with his reaction, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair, and continued, "I see that you are quite pragmatic and capable. If you can raise your cultivation to the Pseudo-Nascent Soul realm within fifty years, and during this time manage the Biyun Sect well and gather the resources I need—I will not be stingy and can give you a chance to try to condense your Nascent Soul."
"Thank you so much, Ancestor! I will never forget your kindness! I will serve you with my life!" Gao Yuan knelt down with a thud, his voice filled with emotion.
This time, his submission and gratitude were more genuine than his previous obedience born of fear from the soul-binding spell. Following this mysterious and powerful ancestor seemed to offer a truly promising future! It was far better than following that selfish and mean-spirited...
Master Miaohe, who only knows how to enjoy the pleasure of sexual cultivation, is a hundred times stronger!
Luo Ming accepted the bow without hesitation and nodded slightly: "Get up. Do your job well, and you will have a bright future. Blood Crane Island and even the nearby Qiyuan Sea will need a Nascent Soul cultivator to oversee things in the future to ensure true stability. You, take good care of yourself."
Gao Yuan instantly understood Luo Ming's deeper meaning. The Ancestor intended to groom him as the proxy for this region! If he could successfully form his Nascent Soul, he could truly control this sea area and become a regional overlord! And this required him to first prove his worth and loyalty. He quickly stood up: "Disciple understands! I will certainly not fail the Ancestor's expectations!"
Luo Ming said no more, and instead asked, "By the way, did you bring those imprisoned members of the Miaoyin Sect?"
"Yes! This disciple will go and fetch them right away!" Although Gao Yuan was somewhat puzzled as to why Luo Ming had mentioned these people, he dared not delay and quickly bowed and withdrew.
A moment later.
A young woman, dressed in a dark purple, wide-sleeved Taoist robe, with a graceful figure and a mature charm, was "invited" into the main hall by two Foundation Establishment disciples of the Biyun Sect.
Her steps were slightly unsteady, and her face was pale, clearly indicating that her cultivation had been sealed. Her eyes held a trace of undisguised panic and confusion. She was none other than Fan Jingmei, the Left Envoy of the Miaoyin Sect.
"Ancestor, Fan Jingmei from the Miaoyin Sect has arrived," Gao Yuan said respectfully.
Ancestor? Fan Jingmei's heart pounded. When did the Biyun Sect gain such a young "Ancestor"? Where was Master Miaohe?
Could it be—a terrifying thought flashed through her mind, sending chills down her spine.
She still can't forget the calamity last year. Originally, she thought of relying on Han Li to get rid of that guest elder in the sect, but Miao He discovered Han Li's identity. Han Li and a mysterious female cultivator joined forces and were actually able to fight against Miao He, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
But then the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. A powerful demon in human form suddenly appeared, and the people of the Miaoyin Sect took advantage of the chaos to escape. Unfortunately, something happened afterward, and they were captured by the Biyun Sect and have been imprisoned ever since.
Luo Ming's gaze fell on Fan Jingmei, calmly scrutinizing her. This woman was indeed extremely beautiful, possessing a dignified yet alluring air; every smile and gesture could likely captivate the hearts of many male cultivators. No wonder that lecherous old man, Miao He, had taken a liking to her. However, in his eyes, this woman's aptitude was only above average, and her cultivation was merely at the late Foundation Establishment stage; she had nothing particularly remarkable about her.
When Luo Ming's gaze swept over Fan Jingmei, she felt an invisible pressure envelop her entire body, as if all her thoughts had been seen through.
She forced herself to remain calm, her mind racing. Judging from the situation, the Azure Cloud Sect had changed hands, and this new "patriarch" seemed even more powerful than Miao He. Her Myriad Sounds Sect was now like fish on a chopping board, their fate entirely in the other's hands. Perhaps—she could try to curry favor with this new patron? As long as he still had some interest in her physical form—
Just as her eyes were darting around, and she was secretly urging the last bit of her seductive power to try to convey a pitiful fragility amidst her pale and panicked state, Luo Ming flicked his finger, and a pure and gentle cyan magical energy instantly entered Fan Jingmei's dantian like a serpent.
"Hmm?" Fan Jingmei groaned, feeling the stubborn seal in her dantian instantly dissolve, and the stagnant magic power began to flow through her meridians again! Her cultivation had been restored?
She was both surprised and delighted, thinking that her seductive skills had worked and that the other party had indeed taken a liking to her! Just as she was about to adjust her posture, plead softly, and even had already thought about how to "serve him wholeheartedly" to protect everyone from the Miaoyin Sect, Luo Ming's calm and unwavering voice clearly entered her ears, interrupting all her romantic thoughts: "Left Envoy Fan, there's no need to worry. I am an old acquaintance of your sect's Master Ziling, and I must thank your Miaoyin Sect for your help in allowing my friend Han Li and my disciple Mingyue to escape."
"What?" Fan Jingmei's body trembled violently. She looked up abruptly, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at Luo Ming.
The Purple Spirit Sect Master? The Fairy Bright Moon who recently escaped from the Outer Star Sea back to the Inner Star Sea with a cultivator surnamed Han using the secret teleportation array newly built by their Wonderful Sound Sect, is actually this "Ancestor's" disciple? Moreover, he knows the Sect Master?
The overwhelming amount of information left her momentarily stunned; the seductive and calculating look on her face froze instantly, leaving only pure shock and bewilderment.
Ignoring her lapse in composure, Luo Ming continued, "I've heard that your sect excels in array formations, especially ancient teleportation arrays. With your current strength, are you capable of constructing a new, stable long-distance teleportation array?"
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable seriousness, clearly indicating that he took this matter very seriously.
Fan Jingmei quickly regained her composure, suppressing the turmoil in her heart. Having weathered many storms, she knew this was a chance to escape dire straits, and even more so, an opportunity to climb the social ladder! Not only did this person know the sect leader, but she herself seemed to have unintentionally helped someone close to this person, and now they were eyeing their teleportation array techniques!
She took a deep breath, clearing her mind of all distractions, and her expression turned solemn. She bowed gracefully to Luo Mingying, her voice regaining its usual crisp and capable quality, filled with utmost respect and confidence: "Reporting to Senior! This junior, Fan Jingmei of the Miaoyin Sect, on behalf of the entire sect, thanks you for your kindness and guidance!"