Novel11 Chapter 341 : Immortal Sect Prodigies
Chapter 341 : Immortal Sect Prodigies
Tianyan Immortal Sect, Main Reception Peak.Luoxia Peak.
In preparation for the upcoming Immortal Sect Exchange Conference, Tianyan Immortal Sect had specially opened up a vast dueling plaza here.
Under Zhou Gaochang’s guidance, Chen Beiwu and his group passed through the towering Tianyan mountain gate, stepped onto dark-red stone stairs, crossed streams of molten lava pathways, and arrived at the foot of Luoxia Peak.
“Everyone, this way please.”
Zhou Gaochang pointed toward a cluster of buildings built against a cliff at the mountainside and introduced, “This is the Luoxia Courtyard. Your accommodations have been arranged here.”
As he spoke, Zhou Gaochang descended in his light and stopped before a secluded cave residence filled with vibrant spiritual energy. He took out five tokens.
“The cave residences within the courtyard are currently vacant. You may choose any one at your leisure.”
Hearing this, Yu Zhaohua and the other three all turned their gazes toward Chen Beiwu.
Chen Beiwu calmly swept his eyes across the surroundings, taking in the scenery and aura of the Luoxia Courtyard.
He had some understanding of Formation Arts and could sense that the courtyard was permeated with omnipresent fire-attribute spiritual energy and earth-vein qi.
Though these spiritual currents and earth qi appeared chaotic on the surface, they concealed profound intricacy. They were restrained and guided by a grand and exquisite formation, resulting in the entire Luoxia Courtyard being filled with spiritual energy so dense it rivaled a fourth-tier high-grade spiritual vein.
“This one will do,” Chen Beiwu said casually.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Gaochang immediately took out a crimson jade token and waved it toward the cave residence’s main gate.
In the next instant, the gate opened silently, revealing a hidden world within.
Chen Beiwu’s gaze passed over the luxurious decorations and spacious hall before settling on the spiritual pool at the center of the cave residence.
The pool was milky white. The heaven-and-earth spiritual energy above it was so thick it had nearly condensed into spiritual liquid, causing Iron Egg’s eyes to widen in amazement.
Tianyan Immortal Sect truly deserved its place among the Thirteen Immortal Sects. Even its guest residences possessed a third-tier treasure pool capable of gathering heaven-and-earth spiritual energy.
Meanwhile, seeing that Chen Beiwu had made his decision, Yu Zhaohua, Mo Qingshuang, and the others did not hesitate. They all selected their own independent cave residences near their team leader.
“This is a simple map of Luoxia Peak and its surrounding areas. Some restricted zones that must not be trespassed are marked within. You can view it by immersing your divine sense.”
Zhou Gaochang produced a jade slip as thin as cicada wings and handed it to Chen Beiwu.
“Thank you.”
Chen Beiwu accepted it. With a sweep of his divine sense, he found that the map clearly marked locations such as the Scripture Pavilion, Dueling Hall, Pill and Artifact Pavilion, and Dining Hall of Tianyan Immortal Sect. It also included a list of sect taboos.
“It is my duty. Fellow Daoist Chen is too polite.”
Zhou Gaochang chuckled softly, took out his phone, and proactively exchanged contact information with Chen Beiwu, stating that any issues during their stay could be directed to him.
After finishing these matters, Zhou Gaochang did not linger and took his leave.
“You all rest well. I have a friend at Tianyan Immortal Sect and need to go out for a while,” Chen Beiwu said naturally.
“Yes, Senior Brother Chen.” The group nodded in unison.
The relationships between the Thirteen Immortal Sects had always been cordial, with frequent exchanges. It was not only Chen Beiwu—many of them also had old acquaintances studying at Tianyan Immortal Sect and intended to pay visits while gathering information about potential opponents.
“Chen Beiwu!”
At that moment, a crisp and pleasantly surprised voice rang out.
Chen Beiwu smiled calmly and looked toward his side.
A petite girl with delicate features and a pure appearance hurried over. It was Xu Lingling, whom he had not seen in a long time.
‘Judging by the Dao robe insignia, she seems to be an Immortal Student of Tianyan Immortal Sect, not even a lineage disciple,’ Yu Zhaohua analyzed calmly.
‘Strange. This female cultivator is only at late-stage Foundation Establishment. How did she come to know Senior Brother Chen? They seem quite close!’ Xue Tianyi frowned slightly.
‘Just a high school classmate.’ Ye Xinya glanced at Xu Lingling with a composed expression.
Whether in figure, appearance, temperament, or cultivation level, she surpassed Xu Lingling.
What could the other party possibly compete with?
Chen Beiwu nodded toward his four teammates, then stepped forward and left together with Xu Lingling.
Seeing this, Ye Xinya pursed her lips. After hesitating for a moment, she ultimately did not follow.
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Tianyan Immortal Sect, Teaching Department.
The decoration here was less luxurious than the Luoxia Courtyard, yet it exuded greater depth.
An elderly man with white hair and beard, his complexion rosy like that of a newborn, was resting with his eyes closed.
Zhou Gaochang stood respectfully three zhang away, hands lowered, carefully reporting the details of receiving Chen Beiwu and his party.
“In your opinion, how is this child?”
The old man opened his eyes, his tone calm.
Hearing this, Zhou Gaochang pondered for a moment, carefully choosing his words so as not to displease the elder.
After all, what if he came from a True Venerable family?
The elder before him was no ordinary leader, but Feng Binhang, Vice Minister of the Teaching Department of Tianyan Immortal Sect—a great cultivator at Nascent Soul Perfection, only one step away from Divine Transformation.
Before such a powerful figure of high status, let alone a Golden Core True Person like himself—even his clan patriarch would have to treat him as an equal.
“Reporting to Vice Minister, Chen Beiwu is as the rumors say—his cultivation is unfathomable, far beyond what an ordinary peak Golden Core cultivator can match. When I merely met his gaze, I felt an indescribable pressure,” Zhou Gaochang said cautiously.
“Oh.”
Feng Binhang slightly raised his head, his gaze settling on Zhou Gaochang. “Compared to the sect’s Chief Disciple Zhao Wushuang, who do you think would win?”
At those words, Zhou Gaochang’s body instantly tensed.
This question was extremely sharp. If he handled it poorly, he might offend both sides.
What was the Chief Disciple of an Immortal Sect?
The strongest disciple of the current generation!
If he said Chen Beiwu would win, would that not mean favoring outsiders and implying Tianyan Immortal Sect was inferior to Yuqing Immortal Sect?
But if he said Zhao Wushuang would win, it would go against his conscience and could easily make him look incompetent in judging talent before the higher-ups.
After several breaths of silence, Zhou Gaochang replied carefully, “Vice Minister, Senior Brother Zhao formed a first-grade Golden Core—the Seven-Revolutions Flame Pill. His mana is profound, his foundation solid, and he is an outstanding figure among his peers.
His Companion Beast, the Lava Giant Puppet, is also an extremely powerful fourth-tier Mystic Beast. Among the younger generation of the Immortal Alliance, those who can contend with Senior Brother Zhao number no more than the fingers of two hands.”
After affirming the strength of the sect’s chief disciple, Zhou Gaochang changed his tone. “However, the path Chen Beiwu walks is the Yuanshi Great Dao, rarely seen in ten thousand years at Yuqing Immortal Sect. At the same realm, those who can rival him number no more than five fingers.”
“With the advantage of cultivation realm, Senior Brother Zhao may gain the upper hand. The chances of victory are roughly equal.”
Feng Binhang shook his head slightly.
The gap between the Seven-Revolutions Flame Pill and the Yuanshi Golden Core was far from as simple as Zhou Gaochang suggested.
“Very well. You may withdraw. Continue to handle reception matters with care. Do not neglect them, but there is no need to be overly intimate. Follow the rules.”
“Yes, Vice Minister.”
Zhou Gaochang responded and took his leave.
Feng Binhang’s gaze shifted toward Luoxia Peak, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes.
“Foundation Establishment Opening the Dao, Yuanshi Golden Core… Yuqing Immortal Sect truly enjoys enduring fortune.”
As Vice Minister of the Teaching Department, Feng Binhang had seen countless prodigies. He did not need reminders from juniors to understand what the Yuanshi Golden Core represented.
It was not merely exceptional talent.
It was true Divine Transformation potential—perhaps even the peerless jade capable of reaching Void Refinement.
If not for Zhao Wushuang’s longer cultivation time and slight advantage in realm, comparing him with Chen Beiwu would only diminish the value of the Yuanshi Golden Core.
If it were not unrealistic, Feng Binhang might even consider marrying off the direct daughter of the Luoyuan Feng Clan just to win over Chen Beiwu.
‘If that little one succeeds, it would indeed be a joyous matter.’
Feng Binhang withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly.
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On the other side, Chen Beiwu and Xu Lingling walked side by side through various buildings.
Thousand-Refinement Plaza.
Blazing furnace fires were everywhere. Burly cultivators raised iron hammers, striking embryo artifacts with clanging sounds and sending sparks flying.
“This is where sect students practice basic artifact refining.”
Xu Lingling smiled sweetly. “Sometimes when I’ve been in seclusion too long and feel frustrated, I bring Little Red here to hammer iron and relax.”
“You’re not refining pills anymore? Planning to switch to artifact refining?”
Chen Beiwu paused, his gaze sweeping over Xu Lingling’s slender arms.
He had almost forgotten—Xu Lingling had taken spiritual pills and elixirs since childhood. Her physical body was strong and full of strength. Hammering iron was effortless for her.
It was just that her pure face contrasted rather sharply with the act of blacksmithing.
“No, you’re annoying. Refining pills is a skill. Hammering iron is relaxation.”
Xu Lingling puffed her cheeks and lightly smacked Chen Beiwu’s shoulder.
Chen Beiwu smiled faintly and did not continue teasing. His eyes subtly swept across the heads of passing cultivators.
Indeed, in terms of fortune alone, the sect students of Tianyan Immortal Sect were far inferior to those of Yuqing Immortal Sect.
Let alone Crimson Fortune Dragon destiny—even those with Golden Fate were rare.
‘Hm? What outrageous fortune!’
While touring Tianyan Immortal Sect, Chen Beiwu’s eyes moved slightly, fixing on the center of attention not far away.
Xu Lingling, long acquainted with him, immediately noticed the shift.
She followed his gaze and saw a group of five people walking slowly, exceptionally eye-catching.
The reason was simple—at the front of the group were three female cultivators of graceful figures and peerless beauty, their features strikingly similar.
One was cold as snow, one enchanting like fire, one gentle as water—each with a distinct temperament.
Wherever they passed, the bustling street fell silent. Yet no one dared to approach.
Their Dao robes were highly conspicuous—plain white with purple-threaded embroidery of the Shangqing Immortal Sect insignia at the cuffs and collars.
“Do they look good?”
Xu Lingling’s tone carried a hint of jealousy.
In her view, Chen Beiwu had suddenly stopped purely because he was captivated by beauty.
Was she not beautiful too?
“Yes, they truly do.”
Chen Beiwu nodded along with her words, concealing the fluctuation in his emotions.
The beauties were like bones carved from wind and flowers, breathtaking. But his Dao heart was firm. His ambition was immortality and eternal life. How could mere appearance sway him?
What truly astonished him was the Crimson Fortune Dragon destiny surrounding the three female cultivators.
These three Crimson Fortune Dragons were extraordinary. Both dragon heads and tails bore faint traces of purple qi.
Purple qi from the east signified great destiny—Divine Transformation potential or possessed only by Divine Transformation True Venerables.
Even though the purple qi on these three Crimson Fortune Dragons was faint and nearly imperceptible, it indicated that their destiny was transforming. Their futures were limitless, and they possessed the qualifications to attain the position of True Venerable.
“Hmph. Lecher. Scumbag.”
As soon as Chen Beiwu finished speaking, the fiery-tempered beauty raised her brows, her pretty face frosty as she snorted coldly.
Golden Core True Persons possessed extraordinary perception. Given their proximity, Xu Lingling and Chen Beiwu’s quiet conversation was as clear as if spoken beside the ear.
‘Second Sister, don’t be like that. His gaze was clear and calm. When he looked over just now, there was no lust—only appreciation and shock.
Saying “truly good-looking” may have been blunt, but it was honest. He’s not a scumbag.’ The gentle-tempered beauty shook her head slightly, transmitting her voice with divine sense.
Hearing this, Zhao Qing glanced at Chen Beiwu. Seeing his calm eyes, she found it true as Third Sister Zhao Yu had said.
She suppressed her anger and muttered, “Even so, casually commenting on a woman’s appearance is still frivolous.”
“Second Sister, enough.”
Zhao Yue glanced at Zhao Qing, then nodded slightly toward Chen Beiwu with a cool smile.
Her two younger sisters had been in seclusion for sixty years to break through to Golden Core Perfection and had just emerged to attend the Immortal Sect Exchange Conference. They knew little of the recent rising prodigies within the Immortal Alliance.
But she was different. As the sect’s chief disciple and leader of Shangqing Immortal Sect, Zhao Yue had to constantly monitor the prodigies of the Thirteen Immortal Sects to understand the formidable opponents in this exchange conference.
The moment Chen Beiwu spoke, she had already recognized him as the teacher who opened the Dao at Foundation Establishment—the number one on the Yuxu Rankings.
‘Judging by his aura, he indeed has some strength.’
To prevent her second sister from causing trouble, Zhao Yue nodded in greeting and quickly led her teammates away.
“Sorry, I said the wrong thing.”
Only then did Xu Lingling react. She stuck out her tongue and looked at Chen Beiwu apologetically.
“It’s nothing. Don’t mind it.”
Chen Beiwu smiled calmly.
“Let’s go. We’ll stroll ahead.”
As his voice fell, the two figures merged into the flow of people and disappeared.
“What a pity they didn’t fight.”
In a corner of the street, a thin man leaned against a tree, yawning without concern for his image.
Seeing the Dao robe he wore, nearby Immortal Sect cultivators shrank their pupils.
The robe’s base was dark black, woven with cloud patterns from Taiqing crane down. As the clouds flowed, yin and yang qi coiled, forming the image of Taiji.
Without question, this unremarkable and faintly auraed thin cultivator was a prodigy of Taiqing Immortal Sect!
Sensing the surrounding gazes, Wang Chan twisted his neck and walked off in another direction.
‘The younger generation is truly formidable.’
Wang Chan sighed inwardly.
When he was forty-nine, at mid-stage Golden Core, he had suppressed the chief disciples of ten Immortal Sects (all at Golden Core Perfection). Yet because his cultivation time was short and the realm gap too large, he had been defeated by the Yuqing chief Shen Lingxing.
Now he was one hundred and forty-nine, at Golden Core Perfection. It was finally his turn to suppress the peerless prodigy of Yuqing Immortal Sect through the advantage of cultivation realm.
The only regret was that, due to age restrictions, Shen Lingxing could not participate in this exchange conference. Otherwise, he could have washed away his past humiliation.