Immortal of the Nine Realms

”You guys keep an eye on the entrance,” Fang Chen instructed as he turned around and went back to his quiet room.

Fang Chen rubbed the jade slip in his hand, contemplating quietly.

To read or not to read... that was the question.

The woman’s origin was unknown, yet she came and directly handed him a technique....

After a while, Fang Chen chuckled at his suspicion. ”I’m overthinking it. If she wanted to harm me, why go through all this trouble?”

With a thought and a surge, Fang Chen imbued the jade slip with spiritual power. In the next moment, a stream of information flowed out from the jade slip.

[Primordial Immortal Eye]

[The beginning and end of heaven and earth, endless cycles of reincarnation. Peering through the illusions of this world, observing the Three Pure Ones’ Great Dao across the universe, cleansing the soul....]

It was a long article spanning thousands of words, mysterious and profound. Fang Chen should not have been able to understand it, but his soul began to stir, allowing him to comprehend it. The spiritual power within his body also began to rush toward his eyes.

If someone were to stand in front of Fang Chen and take a close look, they would see golden patterns appearing on his gray-white irises. These golden patterns were densely packed, like an ancient and mysterious script, or perhaps the intricate meridians within the human body.

His eyes felt cool, and Fang Chen felt an unprecedented comfort. Gradually, he seemed to be able to see the shadows around him, something he hadn’t dared to imagine before.

In the past, his so-called ”sight” was merely perception. He was only able to do it because of his soul projecting outside his body. But now, he felt a familiar sensation he hadn’t experienced in six years; it seemed like he could see again!

Fang Chen suddenly felt his eyes swell, and the comfortable sensation disappeared quickly, replaced by sharp pain.

Blood oozed from his eyeballs, leaving a chilling sight. Fang Chen immediately stopped practicing and slowly closed his eyes. It took him a full hour to recover, and when he opened his eyes again, the blood was gone.

”The Primordial Immortal Eye, I don’t know it’s true wonders yet, but it has allowed me to see again. However... practicing it seems quite difficult. I only practiced for a short while yet I am already feeling discomfort.”

He had a feeling that if he had continued practicing forcefully, his eyeballs would just burst on the spot. This was even though the woman in the plain clothes had said he was a natural-born talent, a good seed for cultivating Eye Techniques. What if it were an ordinary cultivator practicing this?

”I’m afraid not only would their eyeballs burst, but their heads might explode just from starting to practice,” Fang Chen muttered to himself.

With this in mind, Fang Chen decided to leave the quiet room and chat with Jiang Tianai. After all, someone would come to take her away soon. He wasn’t afraid that the person the woman contacted had ill intentions; if they were like the Jue Family, they wouldn’t bother making their intentions known, they’d just come and take her away. Who in Grand Qian could resist them?

Just as he was about to get up, Fang Chen suddenly stopped, his brow furrowing slightly as a look of astonishment crept into his eyes.

”Hmm? Something’s not right....”

In this short period, it seemed like his soul... had grown stronger!?

This was the first time in six years that Fang Chen had experienced anything like this. Aside from that time when his soul experienced a boost after he had reached enlightenment by viewing the scriptures at the Profound Void Temple, his soul had remained stagnant for the last six years.

”Eye Techniques... can affect soul cultivation?”

Fang Chen felt some ripples in his heart. In the cultivation world, whether it was martial arts or techniques, there were strict hierarchical definitions. In a place like Grand Qian, the techniques practiced by Golden Core Realm cultivators were already considered secrets, perhaps even disciples and close relatives wouldn’t necessarily be taught. Not to mention techniques beyond the Golden Core Realm. Techniques that could enhance the soul were at least methods used by Nascent Soul cultivators, right?

”She sure is generous.” Fang Chen sighed. He opened the door to his quiet room, and a cool breeze drifted in.

The temperature felt off.

”Li Cang, it’s already night?” Fang Chen asked.

Not far away, Li Cang hurriedly bowed respectfully. ”Young Master, indeed it is night.”

Fang Chen was surprised. ”So soon?”

In his memory, he had only practiced the Primordial Immortal Eye for a short while, but so much time had passed.

I must be careful when I practice this technique in the future. I reckon if one reaches a high enough level, they might practice for several years at once, Fang Chen thought.

Fang Chen smiled at Li Cang. ”You don’t need to wait here. Go rest.”

He then turned around and went back to his room.

Outside the city, in the Eighteen Districts, was the Profound Void Temple. Inside the temple hall, Master Chanyuan sat beneath the golden statue of Buddha, softly chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Fang Chen arrived at the entrance of the temple hall and respectfully called out with folded hands. ”Master Chanyuan.”

Master Chanyuan was a little surprised. He stopped chanting scriptures and stood up, joining his hands together, and uttered a Buddhist chant. ”Amitabha, why did the benefactor visit the Profound Void Temple so late?”

Fang Chen recounted the encounter with the woman in plain clothes to Master Chanyuan.

Master Chanyuan listened quietly, his expression blank. After a moment, he sighed deeply. ”It’s her. I didn’t expect her to still be alive. I’m afraid she has long since ascended to the Nascent Soul Realm.”

”Master Chanyuan, what is the relationship between her and Ancestor Tingyuan? Although you were young at the time of that incident, you also experienced it firsthand,” Fang Chen inquired.

”I don’t know.” Master Chanyuan shook his head lightly. ”It seems she was once close to him. Because of that incident, she caused a massacre in the Profound Void Temple. She seemed to have come specifically for you after hearing about you.”

Pausing for a moment, Master Chanyuan looked at Fang Chen. ”Benefactor, do you know where she is now? I would like to see her.”

”She has left, and I’m not sure where she went. I can’t confirm if she is still in Grand Qian,” Fang Chen replied, shaking his head slightly.

”Did she say anything to you? Did she mention the Profound Void Temple?” Master Chanyuan asked hastily.

A tinge of embarrassment crossed Fang Chen’s face. ”At the time, I was shocked and forgot about it. I didn’t ask on your behalf.”

”Ah...” Master Chanyuan sighed softly. He returned to his cushion and resumed reciting the sutras. However, the sutras were no longer as serene as before, faintly tinged with emotional fluctuations.

Seeing this, Fang Chen bowed again before turning and leaving.

Time flew by, and two days had passed in the blink of an eye.

The day of the trade conference rolled about and Grand Qian granted permission for both cultivators and ordinary people from the outer city to enter the inner city and participate in the trade conference at the hunting grounds!

During this time, Fang Chen’s divine soul had left his body several times to check on Tong Hu, Jue Wudi, and others, but still had not found the surveillant mentioned by Immortal Void Rush.

Fang Chen, accompanied by Jiang Tianai and others, headed towards the direction of the hunting grounds.

Along the way, people were excited, and conversations revolved around the trade exchange fair.

In these two days, there seemed to be no movement from the Spirit Blood Sect, and Tong Hu and the others showed no flaw, as if their previous plans had never existed. The more that was the case, the more serious Fang Chen felt.

The Spirit Blood Sect gave him the feeling that they were holding back a massive scheme.

”If they want to kill Dongfang Haojie, they will always have to face Immortal Void Rush. Perhaps because of this, they dare not act rashly.” Suddenly, Fang Chen’s mind stirred, and he found himself holding the Starlight Transmission Talisman, which was emitting a faint warmth.

”Lord, can you hear me?” The voice of Fairy Yu sounded in Fang Chen’s ears.