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Chapter 422 - 387: The First Appearance of the Primordial Spirit Big Shot

Chapter 422: Chapter 387: The First Appearance of the Primordial Spirit Big Shot

Driving his scarlet escape light, Wang Zijia reached Qifeng within around a quarter of an hour.

At this moment, it was just after nine in the morning. Bathed in the morning sun, much of the mist lingering amid the mountains had dissipated. The entirety of Inheritance Peak, adorned in a layer of bloody golden light, gleamed under the radiance of the morning sun.

Pavilions stood at the foot of the mountain, and age-old trees blanketed its top, the two extremes divided in the middle of the mountain as if showcasing the schism and fusion between the ancient sect era and the present cultivation era.

Gazing upon this scene, Wang Zijia hovered in the air momentarily before he, according to the guidance from his identity card, headed for the cluster of halls where the Taoist Building stood halfway up the mountain.

Despite the early hour and the ongoing wartime, one could still spot many escape lights ascending and descending, maintaining an ambiance of an immortal family.

Wang Zijia landed on an exclusive landing area. Shortly after his foot touched the ground, a senior sister hurried toward him.

Zhang Xiumin, around three hundred years old, at the middle stage of a "Perfected" cultivator, was from the Zhang family.

The Zhang family was the core family of the Scripture Pavilion Preaching faction and one of the top-ranking families in Wanyu Sect. The family patriarch was the master of the Taoist building!

"Junior Brother in Prime Youth?" As the basic information about the woman flashed in Wang Zijia’s mind, Zhang Xiumin greeted Wang Zijia with a bow and addressed him as such.

Wang Zijia: "..."

As we’re strangers to each other, is it okay to start with such a nickname?

Although feeling incredibly speechless, he maintained a smile on his face, saying, "If you’re looking for Zijia, that would be me!"

Zhang Xiumin took a moment to size up Wang Zijia with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny before speaking.

"Let’s go. I’ll take you to see the Patriarch. Let’s not be late since it’s almost time!"

"Thank you, Senior Sister!" Wang Zijia responded with a smile.

With that, the two headed toward the main building. All the buildings on Qifeng demonstrated a classical style, as if they were remnants of the ancient times that had endured till the present day.

Between the jade railings and stone steps, the charm was potent.

In a moment, they arrived at the center of the building, before a gigantic octagonal tower of nearly ten stories high and tens of meters tall.

What was astounding was that the entire tower emanated treasured light, with spirituality seeping out. Although Wang Zijia couldn’t discern its material, even without employing his spirit eye, he knew... it was a magical treasure!

And it wasn’t a fourth-grade magical treasure, but at least a fifth grade, and perhaps even a sixth grade!

As for more, Wang Zijia wouldn’t know. After all, he didn’t have much relevant information about this tower in his basic knowledge.

"Heavenly Inquiry"

These two characters graced the main door of the octagonal tower.

The Heavenly Inquiry Tower was said to be a magical treasure of the Way of the Heart, its specific function unknown. It was only known to aid in enlightenment and spiritual awakening.

It was the headquarters of the Preaching lineage and also one of the most precious resources of the lineage.

Each quota for entering the Heavenly Inquiry Enlightenment Room was worth no less than a Fetal Spiritual Heart Jade. It was said that some geniuses achieved the God Monarch’s status in one enlightenment session in the Heavenly Inquiry Enlightenment Room!

Standing at the door of the Heavenly Inquiry Tower, Wang Zijia gazed at the plaque on the door in a daze.

Zhang Xiumin seemed to have grown accustomed to it. She gave Wang Zijia some time before beckoning, "Let’s go."

Wang Zijia came back to his senses and followed her into the gate.

As they passed through the gate, space rapidly expanded. Upon stepping into the Great Hall, he found himself in an enormous underground city-like space.

He could not see the end at a glance!

He would’ve believed it was an underground city if it weren’t for the clear view of the upper tower floor some tens of meters above his head.

Zhang Xiumin didn’t appear to be a talkative person. She led Wang Zijia through corridors and up flights of stairs to the second, third, and finally, the eighth floor, before they halted.

This entire floor was the personal space of the master of the tower.

They entered the eighth floor and passed through many buildings before stopping at a place that resembled a study room.

Zhang Xiumin glanced at the time and waited quietly for a moment. Wang Zijia was patient, quietly following behind during the whole process, neither asking nor saying much.

This conduct made Zhang Xiumin’s impression of him quite favorable.

About a quarter of an hour later, when Zhang Xiumin guessed that the time was nearly right, she reached out and knocked on the room door.

"Come in!"

An elderly voice came from inside.

Hearing the command, Zhang Xiumin led Wang Zijia into the room.

Contrary to Wang Zijia’s imagination, the room was not grand or luxurious. Apart from the large space, it was essentially a common cultivation room setup.

One side was set up as a study room, and the other as a cultivation room. The area in the middle was set aside for guests. This layout was very common in Wanyu Sect. Wang Zijia’s office in Fu Tower was like this, as were many of the standard buildings in Fu Tower.

Could this place be the blueprint for all such buildings?

In half of the study room, an old man with white hair was infusing mana into a spherical object about the size of a fist that seemed like an inheritance magical treasure.

Under his mana’s assault, readily visible symbols sprang from the sphere, filling the air.

The symbols absorbed a considerable amount of the man’s unique mana, transforming it into a beautifully crafted secret book.

In the wake of the leap of the runes, although the spirituality of the spherical utensils weakened a lot, their inherent power was suddenly a lot more unadulterated.

’Is this a high-level application of the inheritance law or the mortuary law?’

As Wang Zijia watched this scene, his eyes flickered and, subconsciously, he began to steal glances at the old man.

Zhang Decheng, the contemporary patriarch of the Zhang Family, master of Chuan Dao Tower, and his cultivation had reached the peak of god monarch of the fifth stage.

Among more than one thousand god monarchs in the sect, save for the two old freaks who crossed tribulation, he was one of the strongest.

At least he was publicly!

His age was unknown, but speculations buffing around suggested that he was likely above 1700. Given the lifespan of 2000 plus years for a Yuan Shen cultivator, he was definitely considered a senior.

Perhaps because of his age, his previously laid-back attitude changed slightly. He began to ’actively’ observe and foster the younger generations, not just within the Zhang family, but throughout the entire preaching faction.

In recent years, he had even revealed his intention to find a successor to the tower master.

Of course, his ’activity’ was relative.

After all, the faction was dominated by a laissez-faire attitude. A large group of indifferent individuals, they were second only to the guards of Scripture Pavilion, or in other words, they were stand-ins for the guards!

However, if you underestimated these individuals, you’d make a grave mistake.

In this faction, the number of ’big shots’ was actually the highest. Often times, the person teaching you could turn out to be a super ’big shot’ and even the highest ’big shot’ you’d ever come across in your life, the ceiling of your network!

...

As Wang Zijia’s thoughts flashed, the room fell silent.

This silence lasted for a while before two more books flew out following the runes, coagulating and taking shape.

The spherical object, which was believed to be an inheritance device, could no longer maintain its form as an artifact. It had transformed into a fairly pure set of extraordinary characteristics, containing some mixed forces.

Did it seem to carry a slight contamination of personal mana characteristics?

Only then did the elder slowly finish his work and pack up the tools.

"Patriarch, I have brought the person. If there are no other instructions, I will take my leave!"

Only then did Zhang Xiumin break the silence, bidding her farewell.

"I pay my respects to the Tower Master!"

Wang Zijia immediately followed suit.

"Hmm!" The elder did not lift his head. He was sealing the spherical artifact with one hand and packing up the secret books with the other.

On hearing these words, Zhang Xiumin turned around and left, leaving Wang Zijia alone in the study room.

The elder, Zhang Decheng, then leisurely tidied everything before finally lifting his head to examine Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia immediately stopped sneaking glances at him, stood silently with his head bowed, displaying the image of an honest junior.

After quickly glancing at Wang Zijia, he left his desk and went to the guest area in the middle of the room, taking out a set of teapots.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia hurriedly came forward, saying, "Master, allow me to do it!"

Zhang Decheng did not refuse but casually handed things over to Wang Zijia and took a seat beside the tea table.

The casual attitude and amiable disposition did not feel like one of a Yuan Shen God Monarch. Instead, he seemed like an ordinary old man, giving a feel of a dignified elder.

While mild-mannered, he had the charm of an elderly person, but he did not possess the authority of a higher-ranking officer. He was like... an ancient erudite scholar, or a university professor?

Such a person, such a temperament was indeed rare in this era.

Because of the elder’s attitude, Wang Zijia unconsciously relaxed, respectfully making tea for him.

While Wang Zijia was preparing tea, Zhang Decheng watched him without any veil. His gaze didn’t seem intrusive, so Wang Zijia didn’t feel any invasion on his senses. It felt like the usual observation.

"Did you really receive the inheritance of Jia Nanfei?" After a moment, Zhang Decheng suddenly asked.

Wang Zijia was slightly taken aback. The inheritance of the fake Taoist should be transparent to the sect’s upper echelon, so why was he asking?

While Wang Zijia’s thoughts whirled around, he continued to serve tea to Zhang Decheng and replied, "The Master is correct. I have indeed received part of the inheritance from the Fake Reality."

"You received the inheritance and still possess such a foundation, your mana is pure, more substantial than even Old Taoist Nanfei back then. No wonder those old guys from the Ascension Hall asked me for you a few days ago." Zhang Decheng continued gazing at Wang Zijia and added, "Sit."

"Sir, I prefer to stand." Wang Zijia slightly smiled, emitting a clean and bright smile and added, "It makes me feel more at ease!"

Zhang Decheng paused his tea-drinking motion, raised his eyebrows at Wang Zijia, and said, "You’re an amusing lad."

Wang Zijia returned a smile. Zhang Decheng lowered his head to drink tea, and the room fell silent once again.

Zhang Decheng finished half a cup of tea. As soon as Wang Zijia saw this, he immediately refilled it.

"I was informed about you quite a while ago." Zhang Decheng spoke again, "But since you received the inheritance from Jia Nanfei, you should, in principle, fall under the inheritance lineage."

"But then you chose the path of a preaching disciple and after absorbing the inheritance, I thought you would switch to inheritance, so didn’t pay much attention to it."

"However, to my surprise, you not only chose our preaching lineage but after opening your meridian, you still did not switch to inheritance. It seems you intend to continue on the path of preaching disciple all the way till you become an elder of preaching. So, you aren’t considering the inheritance generalization?"