Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 797: The Tremor of Jiuxuan City, Doing Whatever One Pleases

“Master specifically instructed me to come and pick you up personally, lest you get abducted by someone on the way.”

Leng Qianshuang’s tone held a hint of teasing; she had a keen interest in this Junior Brother.

After all, having followed Mo Chenxiao for many years, she knew her Master’s temperament well.

He was accustomed to being lazy, found things troublesome, and had always shown little interest in taking on disciples.

Although many people had shoved Nominal Disciples his way over the years, Master would always indifferently toss them aside, too lazy to even see them on a regular basis.

Yet this time, he had actually run all the way to a borderland like Qianhun City to snatch someone.

She couldn’t fathom, no matter how hard she thought about it, what kind of person could make her Master care so much.

During that time, he wouldn’t even tell her who it was, only revealing it to her today.

Leng Qianshuang’s gaze swept back and forth over Han Xuanji several times, making Han Xuanji’s back feel a bit prickly.

She looked for a long time but, in the end, couldn’t discern anything out of the ordinary.

Han Xuanji’s aura was extremely well-concealed; on the surface, he appeared to be just an ordinary Eternal Dao Lord at Perfection, with nothing earth-shattering about him.

She couldn’t exactly reach out and examine him like a prisoner, so she pursed her lips, feeling somewhat dissatisfied, but she didn’t continue to probe.

“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore.”

Leng Qianshuang withdrew her gaze and returned to her previous cold and aloof demeanor, though a lingering trace of a smile remained at the corners of her brows.

“Master is already waiting in Jiuxuan City, and has specifically held a grand ceremony to accept you as a disciple. This is a treatment I never even received. If you have nothing else to do, we shall depart now.”

Han Xuanji nodded and took one last look at the familiar faces in the main hall.

Hun Qianxue stood to the side, wearing a smile, without saying much. Hun Qianling stood by his side, her eyes slightly red, yet she tried hard to appear calm.

Wang Ping opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back, only waving his hand forcefully.

Li Tiantong, however, had a composed expression. He hadn’t been in Qianhun City for long, so naturally, it was impossible for him to feel reluctant to leave.

Han Xuanji was naturally not leaving Qianhun City alone this time. He planned to take both Hun Qianling and Li Tiantong with him. As for Wang Ping, he had originally intended to give him a chance, but the other party felt he was too mediocre and refused before he could even speak.

Han Xuanji didn’t say much more; everyone has their own aspirations. Once he reached Jiuxuan City, he wouldn’t actually have much energy to help those around him.

“Senior Sister, I would like to take two people with me. Is that allowed?”

Upon hearing Han Xuanji’s request, Leng Qianshuang didn’t ask further, but merely glanced at Hun Qianling and Li Tiantong beside him, then nodded indifferently:

“Master only told me to bring you back; he didn’t say I couldn’t bring others. Since they are your people, just bring them along.”

“Let’s go.”

A silvery-white light spread from her fingertips, as if tearing a hole in the the void.

That opening expanded rapidly, transforming into a tall light gate.

Han Xuanji was slightly surprised, but quickly understood that this was the strength of an Eternal Saint. Since she was proficient in the Dao of Time and Space, traversing this little bit of space should be nothing.

He had nothing to be nostalgic about regarding Qianhun City. After all, from the moment he arrived here, it was destined to be just a stopping point, and he would have to leave sooner or later.

Through the light gate, one could vaguely feel a powerful fluctuation of time and space.

“Let’s go.”

Leng Qianshuang stepped into the light gate first.

Han Xuanji looked back once in the direction of Qianhun City, then stepped forward to follow. Hun Qianling took a deep breath and followed closely behind.

Li Tiantong stepped in last, and the light gate slowly closed behind them, as if it had never appeared.

Seeing them leave, Hun Qianxue felt inexplicably sad, but quickly adjusted his mindset. He felt that Han Xuanji would likely return in the future.

… Elsewhere. Jiuxuan City.

At this moment, the south city gate was wide open, and a team of elite armored guards stood on both sides of the gate, holding long halberds with solemn expressions.

In a restaurant, a group of young Masters from noble families gathered together, discussing something.

“I heard that the Holy Lord has taken a new disciple and attaches immense importance to them, even inviting some big shots to come.”

These young Masters all greatly admired the Nine Profound Saint Lord, and at this moment, their hearts were filled with envy for that person.

“I wonder who is so lucky.”

Many of these young Masters were also Prodigies within their own families, usually incredibly arrogant, but now they were extremely sour.

In Jiuxuan City, the most powerful figure was naturally the Nine Profound Saint Lord, who had a noble origin and formidable strength. Next were the few noble families with the Inheritance of a Holy Lord. Other Saint families were a huge step weaker. Unless a figure of the Holy Lord level was born, ordinary Saint families in Jiuxuan City were quite mediocre and could not participate in the top-tier circles.

“I once saw the Holy Lord. If one could become a disciple of such a figure, breaking through to the Saint Realm would be simple, right…”

“Nonsense, if you can’t even break through to the Saint Realm, would the Holy Lord even look at you?”

Meanwhile, at the highest point of the restaurant, two figures stood side by side.

One had blue hair reaching his shoulders and a handsome face, with a hint of laziness and nonchalance between his brows.

The other was tall with a square face, holding a cup of wine in his hand, looking down at the crowd below.

The blue-haired man shook his head, drained his cup of wine, and said with a tone of playfulness and faint jealousy:

“The Ancestor is truly biased. We descendants have never seen him care this much. I heard he even personally prepared a grand gift for that kid, something even we don’t know about.”

The tall man didn’t respond, merely watching the few figures slowly walking below. After a long while, he spoke:

“The Ancestor has his own reasons for doing things. Our Aptitude is limited; if we force things too much, we will only bring humiliation upon ourselves.”

Although their Aptitude was stronger than ordinary people, it was still limited. Reaching the Eternal True God realm with the help of Bloodline Power was their limit; stepping into the Saint Realm was difficult, and switching to the Way of Laws was a distant prospect, as their Comprehension was insufficient.

Even as descendants of a powerhouse, not everyone could have their bloodline revert to the ancestors.

And even if the bloodline did revert to the ancestors, Comprehension was not necessarily high.

Most importantly, the Nine Profound Saint Lord had only a few wives, and their cultivation levels were not very high, so naturally, no formidable figures appeared among his descendants.

The blue-haired man pursed his lips: “That logic holds, but it still feels a bit uncomfortable to watch. Tell me, what kind of ability does that kid have to make the Ancestor value him so much?”

The tall man was silent for a moment, then slowly said: “I don’t know, but it is certainly not something we can imagine.”

This was a cruel fact.

The Nine Profound Saint Lord didn’t really care about these mediocre descendants. Apart from the first few generations of blood relatives, he didn’t care about the subsequent generations at all.

Of course, no matter what, if they were his descendants, even with the worst Aptitude, they were still much stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, they had fixed annual stipends, were allocated an Cave Dwelling, and those with outstanding Aptitude received additional rewards.

But after so many years, even the most outstanding descendants were only accepted by the Nine Profound Saint Lord as Nominal Disciples, and they basically never saw this Ancestor on a regular basis.

… Several figures suddenly appeared outside Jiuxuan City.

“Senior Sister, are there any rules I need to be aware of in Jiuxuan City?” Han Xuanji asked.

Upon hearing this, Leng Qianshuang tilted her head to think, then replied seriously:

“There are quite a few rules, but you only need to remember one thing. You are Master’s Direct Disciple. In this Jiuxuan City, you can do whatever you want. If anyone offends you, tell me.”

Han Xuanji nodded. Understood.