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He was somewhat surprised that he was able to see Hoe Yao here in Qingping County, who had previously attended the meeting with the Fubo Pond Dragon King alongside him. Yao’s cultivation had even reached the middle stages of the Qi Transformation Stage, becoming the Deputy Custodian overseeing one area.

Shen Yuan was well aware that there were factors related to official attempts to win over people who had a close relationship with him, but he couldn’t deny Hoe Yao’s individual talent and effort.

Requesting Hoe Yao to assist was also just a matter of convenience.

Xue Mingzhi observed everything and voiced his doubts softly:

“Since the master wanted to help them, why didn’t he take action on the ship?”

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan’s expression stiffened imperceptibly.

The main reason for Shen Yuan not taking action on the ship was that he did not have a healing spell or a Divine Skill, nor did he have miracle remedies that could heal Xuan Kong.

Although he had Heaven’s Spirit Pool Elixir, it wasn’t an omnipotent cure. It wouldn’t work on injuries like Xuan Kong’s, which was on the physical body.

For this reason, Shen Yuan had been prepared to wait for the ship to dock before taking action. As things turned out, he just happened to meet Hoe Yao, so asking him to assist was just right.

Of course, he definitely couldn’t tell Xue Mingzhi the truth about the matter.

Shen Yuan could only sigh and shake his head, his expression enigmatically unreadable, and said:

“Not every effort will be rewarded, I was able to save them this time, but what about next time?”

Leaving these words behind, Shen Yuan stepped away from the pier area, with Gong Buyu carrying Bai Xue closely following him.

Xue Mingzhi tried to understand Shen Yuan’s words and finally had a moment of enlightenment. “So, that’s why. Truly worthy of being the master.”

He then hurried to catch up with Shen Yuan who was leaving.

Qingping County is located in Cang Province; it is the junction of River Ji and the Yellow River. The capital of Qingping County is also one of the few cities in Great Xia that hasn’t been urbanized.

In the capital, Shen Yuan saw antique pavilions everywhere, only the other end of the city had high-rise buildings.

Between the cities colored with ancient hues, there was a refined sense that harked back to antiquity.

Walking on the road, Shen Yuan could see several signs made of talismans, guiding guests to the right address of the Dao discussion conference.

Only cultivators capable of gathering mana can see these signs. Ordinary folk, most of whom have yet to reach the Qi Transformation Stage, will be deterred by the presence of these signs, ensuring that only people from the sects, rather than the general public, enter the meeting.

Those sect members who haven’t even reached the Qi Transformation Stage have no qualification to attend this forum.

Following the guidelines of the sign, Shen Yuan and the others gradually approached the city close to the riverbank. They could even see the turbulent waters of the Yellow River and River Ji joining together in the distance, the murky flow mingling with the clear river water.

As they moved further forward, there were fewer and fewer ordinary pedestrians around. The mana fluctuations radiating from those talismans on the signs were intentionally driving these ordinary people away.

Finally, at the end of the long street, Shen Yuan saw a huge wooden high-rise building rising from the river, with as many as seventeen floors.

The entire building radiated a magnificent light. Hidden amidst the sculpted dragon designs were faintly discernible inscriptions. At the top, a large purple jewel refracted the sunlight, forming a protective field that covered the entire building.

Regardless of how turbulent the river waters were, this towering building, rising from the riverbed, remained as steady as Mount Tai.

There was a massive plaque at the front of the building that clearly bore two large characters.

Primal Chaos!

“The Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda?”

The surprised voice came from Gong Buyu, her listless eyes widening as a look of surprise crossed her delicate face for the first time.

But her expression quickly returned to indifference. Shaking her head softly, Gong Buyu corrected herself:

“No, it’s not the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, it’s only a medium grade spirit treasure, probably just an imitation.”

Gong Buyu’s words piqued Xue Mingzhi’s curiosity, and he hurriedly asked:

“Gong Senior Sister, what is the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda?”

“The Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda is an Immortal Artifact conceived by the Primal Chaos Realm. It has left a resounding legacy in the history of the Primal Chaos Realm.

This Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda in front of us should be an imitation spirit treasure made by those who came after.”

Saying this, Gong Buyu couldn’t help but glance at Shen Yuan who appeared unperturbed and said:

“Perhaps I was too presumptuous. My Lord once stepped into the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda in person thousands of years ago and ascended to the highest level of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda all by himself.

In the end, the Lord refused to become the owner of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, left behind legends, and withdrew like a feather. As to whether they are true or not, the Lord must have known them long ago.”

“Refused an Immortal Artifact?” Xue Mingzhi’s eyes grew wide, his expression filled with disbelief.

Gong Buyu’s eyes flashed with contempt:

“So-called Immortal Artifacts are just infused with the true meaning of the Immortal Path. Those with a low grade are not necessarily any stronger than the Taoist artifacts.

Moreover, those who lack the realm will only be controlled by the Immortal Artifacts. Such items are nothing more than covetous, voluntarily becoming the puppet host of the Immortal Artifact just because it bears the word ‘Xian’.”

“As the Lord has already ascended the Heavenly Path, how could he be blinded by external things?

Furthermore, the Lord’s cherished sword is not inferior to that Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda. For the Lord, so-called Immortal Artifacts are after all just trivial worldly items.”

If it were any other person saying these words, Xue Mingzhi would definitely not believe them.

But when Gong Buyu says it, it is a totally different matter.

Gong Buyu is not only Shen Yuan’s disciple in name, a peak Qi training stage expert in this world, but more importantly, her father is considered an old friend by Shen Yuan. This means that Gong Buyu’s father is also a big figure not of this Spirit Energy Tidal Surge era.

There are only two possibilities for Gong Buyu to have such a father.

The first is that Gong Buyu is a child born to her father in his old age, but given that the Spirit Energy Tidal Surge has only returned for half a year, this probability is not great.

The second is that Gong Buyu is also not a figure of this Spirit Energy Tidal Surge era.

Considering her noble status and her vision not limited to this era of Spirit Energy, Xue Mingzhi naturally believes in Gong Buyu’s words.

Upon hearing Gong Buyu’s words, Shen Yuan’s face was still a picture of calm, as if Gong Buyu was not talking about him.

Seeing this, Xue Mingzhi naturally admired Shen Yuan’s magnanimity even more.

But what Xue Mingzhi didn’t know was that beneath Shen Yuan’s calm exterior, he was already sweating profusely.

Although he had previously been recognized as the Supreme Taoist by the Yunmeng Dragon Monarch, Old Monster Kuang, and Gong Buhuo, at least the identity matched, and Shen Yuan could barely bluff his way through.

But when it came to Gong Buyu, she just started to spin tales of Shen Yuan’s deeds.

What do things like Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda and Puppet of a Celestial Artifact mean? Shen Yuan was filled with question marks. However, Shen Yuan was the protagonist of Gong Buyu’s topic, so Shen Yuan who didn’t know the details couldn’t ask or refute it.

“How many legends has the last Sect Master of the Falling Clouds Sect made up for me?”