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

Chapter 799: The Core Circle of Jiuxuan City, Sword Dao Sage Venerable

The Jiuxuan Palace was actually suspended above Jiuxuan City, a silent, colossal entity.

Han Xuanji stood beside Leng Qianshuang, gazing at the palace complex before him, overlooking the city with its hundreds of millions of living beings beneath his feet.

He couldn’t help but be slightly stunned for a moment.

The entire palace complex consisted of one main hall and over a hundred branch halls, connected by a central axis running north to south, extending upwards in layers like an inverted mountain, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with the hall at the very peak touching the clouds.

The entire palace was cast from a translucent jade, emitting a warm, white luster that refracted faint, colorful halos under the sunlight.

Around the palace complex, several layers of visible Restriction light curtains slowly flowed, each layer containing heart-palpitating power fluctuations, as if a single touch would reduce any intruder to ashes.

It was truly luxurious to the extreme.

However, Han Xuanji still envied Leng Qianshuang’s space-time secret techniques, which she could use at will even in Jiuxuan City.

This was the privilege of being a disciple of the Holy Lord.

Han Xuanji did not think that an ordinary Sage could use such secret techniques at will upon coming to Jiuxuan City.

Seeing Han Xuanji gazing at the palace in a daze, Leng Qianshuang pointed to the largest palace and said casually:

“That is the Jiuxuan Palace, the place where Master usually resides and cultivates. These Restrictions are the painstaking efforts left behind by generations of Formation Masters, and they are the strongest defensive system in the entire Jiuxuan Prefecture, and perhaps even the entire region.”

Han Xuanji nodded slightly and withdrew his gaze. He followed Leng Qianshuang through the palace gate and across two corridors; the jade floor beneath his feet was as warm and smooth as grease, and every step felt like treading on warm jade.

Beside him, Hun Qianling and Li Tiantong were a bit reserved, their footsteps very light, and even their breathing was unconsciously lowered.

They had naturally heard of the great name of Jiuxuan Palace.

But they never expected that one day they would be able to step into this sacred area.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance of an ancient great hall.

The hall doors were wide open, and the Spiritual Qi light within poured out like flowing water.

Han Xuanji looked up and saw, deep within the hall, a familiar figure sitting on the main seat.

He did not deliberately strike a majestic pose, but simply leaned there casually, yet his entire being seemed to have merged with the palace, becoming the center of this world.

His figure did not appear tall, but with every breath he took, it carried a rhythm that moved the momentum of heaven and earth, as if with every breath he took, the Spiritual Qi of the entire Jiuxuan City fluctuated along with it.

Han Xuanji’s heart stirred slightly.

This was a Cultivator at the Saint Realm, where every word and action could trigger resonance with heaven and earth.

Mo Chenxiao had obviously sensed their arrival; his gaze passed over Leng Qianshuang and fell upon Han Xuanji, with the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Beside him stood several other figures, each with a deep aura; some were restrained like an abyss, others had their sharpness hidden within, and every one of them was someone not to be underestimated.

Leng Qianshuang led Han Xuanji forward, bowed to Mo Chenxiao, and then stepped aside to introduce them to Han Xuanji one by one:

“This is Elder Qin, who manages the inner treasury of Jiuxuan Palace and is responsible for the allocation of all supplies within the palace.”

An elderly man with a thin face and a long beard nodded slightly at Han Xuanji, his eyes filled with a hint of enthusiasm.

Leng Qianshuang then pointed to a middle-aged woman in green robes beside him:

“This is Elder Su, who manages the finances of Jiuxuan City.”

The woman smiled, her gaze gentle.

Subsequently, Leng Qianshuang introduced a few more people.

There was Elder Zhao, who was responsible for the laws and punishments of Jiuxuan City, his face as serious as iron; Elder Xu, who was in charge of the Secret Realm and talent selection, with a gentle expression; and Elder Zhou, who was in charge of the Formations in the city, dressed in blue robes, with an aura as steady as a mountain.

Every one of them was a powerful figure at the Saint Realm.

Han Xuanji bowed to each of them with respect, while secretly noting down everyone’s appearance and aura in his heart.

There were a few others whom Leng Qianshuang did not introduce, who also stood closer to Master Mo Chenxiao, their auras like an abyss.

Everyone in the hall looked at Han Xuanji with curiosity and expectation in their eyes.

They all knew that the Nine Profound Saint Lord was always picky, and anyone who could catch his eye and be personally accepted as a Direct Disciple must have something unique.

And these people, at the end of the day, were all working for Mo Chenxiao, so no one would be foolish enough to give this newly arrived Young Master a hard time.

Mo Chenxiao stood up from the main seat.

With this movement, the atmosphere in the hall immediately became a bit more lively. He walked up to Han Xuanji, looked him up and down, and beamed with joy, his smile carrying undisguised pride.

He turned around and spoke to the few people beside him who had been silent all along, his tone carrying a hint of showing off:

“Everyone, this is the good seedling I told you about, the one I picked up in Qianhun City. Han Xuanji, my second Direct Disciple.”

Those few people, who had originally been standing quietly to the side, now all looked towards Han Xuanji.

Their gazes were sharper than those of the management Elders earlier, as if they wanted to pierce through his skin and see the things in Han Xuanji’s bones.

One of them wore a white robe with a lotus pattern embroidered on the chest, had a thin face, and his aura was as sharp as a blade unsheathed.

He gazed at Han Xuanji with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes, and after a moment, he spoke in a steady voice:

“Hmm, the Foundation is indeed not bad. Mo Chenxiao, you didn’t brag this time.”

“Of course.”

Mo Chenxiao replied with a smile and introduced the other party’s identity to Han Xuanji:

“Chu Xiuyuan of the Creation Heaven Sect.”

Another person was tall, with a small, fire-red bird standing on his shoulder. His gaze fell on Han Xuanji, and a playful smile played on the corners of his mouth.

Mo Chenxiao introduced him:

“This is the Vice Hall Master of the Third Sage Hall of the Holy Court, Holy Lord Yunhuang. He cultivates the Dao of Fire and has a very short temper, but he is a good person.”

Holy Lord Yunhuang snorted but did not deny it.

Mo Chenxiao then introduced the last one:

“This is Jian Wuji of the Eternal Sword Pavilion. He only agreed to come this time after I invited him repeatedly.”

The old man was dressed in a gray robe, with a simple and ancient face, like withered wood, but his eyes seemed to contain endless sword light, making one dare not look directly at them.

Han Xuanji greeted them one by one.

Mo Chenxiao stood beside him, his face always wearing a proud expression that said, “This is my disciple,” as if announcing to everyone that he had found a treasure. Seeing him like this, his old friends all had their own thoughts.

They had known Mo Chenxiao for many years; although he appeared casual and laid-back, he was extremely arrogant in his bones. Even when Leng Qianshuang became his disciple back then, he hadn’t made such a big fuss, simply introducing her to acquaintances.

Seeing him like this now, it was clear that he felt this second disciple was the one he had truly been looking for.

In his view, his disciple should be just like him, unparalleled in the world.

Jian Wuji’s gaze lingered on Han Xuanji for the longest time. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and spoke unhurriedly:

“Mo Chenxiao, if this disciple of yours doesn’t cultivate the Sword Dao in the future, it would be a pity.”

“If you feel you don’t have the time, send him to my side, and I guarantee I will cultivate him into a Sword Dao Sage for you.”

“Do I need you to tell me that?”

Mo Chenxiao said unhappily:

“My disciple has astonishing Comprehension, and the Sword Dao is also his area of expertise. It is enough for me to let him figure it out himself. If you are confident that you can cultivate him into a Sword Dao Sage Venerable, I might consider letting you try.”