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

Chapter 816: Returning to Jiuxuan Palace, a Genius is a Genius Everywhere?

The flying boat did not stop at the port. Leng Qianshuang’s status was noble; setting aside her identity as a disciple of the Nine Profound Holy Lord, she was also a powerful Saint. Not to mention that her background was extraordinary to begin with, so the port manager skipped the inspection entirely and let them pass directly.

The flying boat passed through the aerial routes of Tianxuan Myriad Worlds City and headed toward the large cross-domain teleportation array in the center of the city.

People would occasionally peek out from the floating buildings on both sides of the aerial route. Upon seeing the emblem on the flying boat, they would quickly shrink back, their eyes filled with awe.

The cross-domain teleportation array was located in the central square of Tianxuan Myriad Worlds City. It was a massive circular gate a hundred zhang high, with a frame carved from a solid piece of Eternal Purple Crystal, and the inside of the gate was empty.

Dozens of formation cultivators were guarding the teleportation array. The leader, a manager from the Eternal Chamber of Commerce, bowed respectfully and immediately activated the teleportation array.

A purple vortex suddenly appeared inside the gate, then expanded rapidly, swallowing the entire flying boat.

A moment later, the flying boat appeared above Jiuxuan City.

Jiuxuan Palace floated among the clouds, still maintaining its majestic appearance.

Having experienced the shock of Tianxuan Myriad Worlds City beforehand, the group’s reaction to Jiuxuan Palace was much more muted.

It wasn’t that Jiuxuan Palace wasn’t magnificent, but their perceptions had already been refreshed by Tianxuan City, so they had grown accustomed to it.

Leng Qianshuang was the first to step off the flying boat, her silver-white hair fluttering gently in the wind. She swept a glance at the crowd filing out behind Han Xuanji, her gaze lingering on Xiao Jin for a moment.

Xiao Jin’s cultivation was not high, but the aura of its bloodline was interesting even to her.

“Senior Sister, thank you for your trouble during this time.”

Han Xuanji walked up to her and bowed with cupped hands.

Leng Qianshuang withdrew her gaze, looked at him, and spoke in her usual cold tone:

“It is fine. I have nothing to do recently anyway.”

She paused, then added, “Settle your people yourself. I am leaving now; find me if you have any matters.”

After speaking, she turned and left, her silver-white figure quickly disappearing into the depths of the corridors of Jiuxuan Palace.

Han Xuanji watched her leave, then turned and beckoned to the group, leading them toward Wuchen Palace.

Wuchen Palace was located on the east side of Jiuxuan Palace. It was a palace Mo Chenxiao had specially allocated to Han Xuanji. Although it did not look very large from the outside, it was a world of its own once one entered.

Not to mention these dozen or so people, even if there were dozens of times more, it would be no problem at all.

As soon as Han Xuanji led everyone into Wuchen Palace, a figure hurriedly walked out from the hall.

Li Tiantong.

His steps were fast, almost forgetting to maintain his usual composed demeanor.

His gaze passed over Han Xuanji, passed over the Immortal Progenitor, passed over Yun Wuji and the others, and landed directly at the back of the crowd.

Taishang Dao Venerable and Yuanshi Dao Venerable…

The three of them locked eyes in the air.

“Junior Brother…”

Yuanshi Dao Venerable’s eyes were already red.

He did not speak, but stepped forward, reached out, and patted Li Tiantong’s shoulder heavily.

The pat was very heavy, so heavy that Li Tiantong’s shoulder sank slightly.

Li Tiantong looked at the two older brothers in front of him, as if his throat was blocked by something. After a long while, he spoke in a hoarse voice:

“Two Senior Brothers…”

It seemed there were thousands of words to say, but in the end, it turned into four words.

“Long time no see.”

The three stood facing each other, and everything around them quieted down.

No one stepped forward to disturb them.

Han Xuanji turned slightly and gestured to the others, signaling everyone to go into the hall to settle in first. He would wait for the three of them to finish talking, but that did not require others to be present. Some words belonged only to them.

Han Xuanji led the group through the front courtyard of Wuchen Palace and into the main hall. The space inside the hall was far more vast than it appeared from the outside. The dome was hung high, the four walls were engraved with pale golden Law patterns, and the floor was made of solid tiles, smooth as a mirror.

When the dozen or so people walked in, it did not seem crowded at all; instead, it made the hall appear even more spacious.

Han Xuanji’s disciples curiously looked around, their gazes lingering for a long time on the flowing Law patterns.

“Master…”

Lu Fan finally couldn’t help but ask, his voice tinged with a bit of caution:

“This palace… could it be your territory?”

When he asked this, his mind had actually already been spinning for a while.

Back in Chaos, he had never seen Master look down on his luck.

Now that they had arrived at this Eternal Continent, Master still looked as composed and calm as ever, and his cultivation was not much higher than theirs. Peak Eternal Dao Lord, although stronger than them, surely not strong enough to own a palace in a place like this, right?

Han Xuanji glanced at him; how could he not see what his disciple was thinking? He laughed:

“This is Jiuxuan Palace, the main city of Jiuxuan Prefecture, so naturally it is not my territory.”

Lu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that it was indeed as expected. No matter how amazing Master was, surely he couldn’t have become a hegemon so quickly.

He nodded and was just about to withdraw his gaze when he heard Han Xuanji add unhurriedly.

“However, this is your Grandmaster’s territory.”

Han Xuanji continued, his tone flat:

“The Nine Profound Saint Lord, Mo Chenxiao, is the Master I apprenticed to after arriving at the Eternal Continent. Jiuxuan Prefecture is his jurisdiction, and this Wuchen Palace was also allocated to me by him. You will stay here for the time being.”

The hall was silent for a moment.

Then, a chorus of voices rose and fell.

“Holy Lord?”

Lu Fan’s mouth twitched, and he subconsciously started counting on his fingers, muttering, “Eternal Dao Lord, Eternal True Lord, Eternal True God, Eternal Saint, Eternal Saint Lord…”

Every time he bent a finger, his eyelid twitched. When he finished bending five fingers, he was completely stunned in place.

After several breaths, he began to look at the palace again with a look of pleasant surprise.

He had just been thinking that Master’s cultivation wasn’t that much ahead of them, but now this.

Master’s Master was a full five major Realms ahead of them. The few months they spent on the flying boat were not wasted; they had already figured out the division of Realms, the implications, and what an Eternal Saint Lord meant.

Seeing Han Xuanji’s calm expression, as if everything was taken for granted.

Lu Fan swallowed and thought to himself: As expected of Master, a chosen genius wherever he goes; this level has never dropped.

This prestige has never been low.

Although the other disciples did not have such rich psychological activities as Lu Fan, the shock on their faces could not be hidden either.

Yun Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, scanned the area again, and seemed thoughtful.

He also did not expect that Master would be able to gain a firm foothold in this place, the Eternal Continent, so quickly.

“Indeed, I did not apprentice to the wrong Master…”

As for Xiao Jin, Xiao Bai, and Xiao Hong, they let out an undisguised “Wow,” their eyes filled with worship.

“Master…”

Lu Fan remembered something else, looked up, and asked curiously:

“Then that Martial Aunt from just now… what is her cultivation? Is she also a Holy Lord?”

“Saint Realm.”

Han Xuanji said calmly.

Lu Fan opened his mouth, then silently closed it. He remembered that he had once tried to secretly use his Divine Sense to probe that cold Martial Aunt on the flying boat.

Fortunately, he had been glanced at by her before he could even act. That gaze was so cold that his back still felt chilly when he thought about it now.

Thinking about it now, that glance was simply his life-saving straw. Saint Realm; with his meager cultivation, if he had really offended her, even Master’s face wouldn’t be enough to save him.