Chapter 82 - 82 82 Returning Home

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Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Returning Home Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Returning Home Creating a modern environment with Spiritual Energy has always been Zheng Fa’s idea. This idea was based on an extremely realistic need—He simply couldn’t take it anymore. In order to have Old Man Bai analyze the talismanic diagrams, Zheng Fa felt he had become both a scanner and a printer. Acting as a scanner in the Xuanwei Realm, he memorized those nauseating talismanic diagrams day and night. As a printer in the modern world, he drew them out night after night. It could be said that his notebook was written with wisdom and sweat—Old Man Bai provided the wisdom, and Zheng Fa the sweat. Not to mention whether this method was sustainable, it was also a huge delay. In the modern world, he needed to take the college entrance examination and study. In this world, he had to learn literature and martial arts, and even more so, pursue cultivation in the future. Even if he could master topology one day and no longer depend on Old Man Bai, this method was still rather inefficient. Modern knowledge is endless; could he possibly master it subject by subject? Zheng Fa has always had a clear understanding of himself—his confidence has never come from his own talents, but from the entire modern knowledge and talent pool. From the moment he realized he needed to borrow brains, Zheng Fa had an idea: just like those ecological experiments he had seen, he wanted to establish a cultivation laboratory in a modern setting with a Spiritual Energy environment. It would be best to find talents from various disciplines, using their knowledge and wisdom to research the mysteries of cultivation, to truly leverage his own advantages. Perhaps Old Man Bai had never said he was his student, and Zheng Fa never called the old man ‘Teacher.’ But Old Man Bai would earnestly tell him that to go far, they must walk together. And Zheng Fa would always remember it in his heart. Of course, this was just a concept, with all sorts of problems: how to find and attract reliable and capable people, how to build an organization—all realms Zheng Fa had never ventured into. But the greatest obstacle was actually that there was no Spiritual Energy in the modern world. The Spirit Mountain Technique gave him hope. Watching Zheng Fa tuck the Jade tube of the Spirit Mountain Technique into his bosom, the Jiushan Ancestor waved his hand, and Zheng Fa only felt a breeze enveloping his body, falling towards the base of Jiushan. When he looked up again, the towering and infinite Jiushan had disappeared. He had some enlightenment in his heart—this Jiushan was probably an illusion created by the Jiushan Ancestor, rather than the real mountains of the Jiushan Sect. “Zheng Fa?” The voice of Seventh Young Master came from beside him, and when Zheng Fa turned his head, he saw all those who had fallen from the plank path standing in the square of the Ascension Platform. “What are you all doing?” “Waiting for the results,” Seventh Young Master said succinctly, which didn’t seem like his character at all. One look at Seventh Young Master’s face, and Zheng Fa understood. The guy was nervous. The atmosphere around was like the legendary college examination scores inquiry— There were many people in the square, but not much talking, only whispers that let one feel their anxiety. Zheng Fa also didn’t know how long he had been waiting. Then, from the hall where the Immortal Item mirror was placed, that inhuman voice came again: “The results of the Hundred Immortals Alliance meeting are out.” As these words settled, Zheng Fa noticed that most people suddenly disappeared into the clouds, while the light circles symbolizing the primary grade under those who remained slowly rose up to solidify into tokens resembling the Immortal Items. The token in front of Zheng Fa was still engraved with the pattern of Jiushan, but the material had changed from jade to an unknown black metal, cold to the touch. He turned to look at Seventh Young Master, whose token was made of bamboo and painted with a large tree, probably the token of the Qingmu Sect. Seventh Young Master had a dazed expression, looking at the token in front of him, seemingly afraid to reach out, as if touching it would shatter this dreamlike reality. “What, you think it’s ugly and don’t want it?” Zheng Fa asked with a smile. “It does look a bit ugly.” Seventh Young Master grabbed the token in his hand, still complaining, “Using bamboo is just too miserly.” Zheng Fa glanced at the bulging veins on his forcefully clenching left hand and chuckled. He looked around and realized that not many people had managed to gain entry to the Hundred Immortals Alliance this time. There were just over two hundred people with tokens. Just for the talismanic magic assessment, there were at least a thousand participants, so by that estimation, the chance of passing through the Immortal Item conference might be just one in ten, perhaps even less. Among them, factions like Jiushan Sect and Qingmu Sect recruited more people – around twenty or thirty each – understandable, since large factions, despite strained resources, still have more confidence than smaller ones. While he was observing these people, the colorful clouds beneath their feet suddenly began to roil and dissipate, spreading out and descending in front of them. A white cloud fell before Zheng Fa, and with a neigh, it transformed into a pure white steed. It nuzzled Zheng Fa’s shoulder with its head, its warm breath on his neck, as if beckoning him to mount. Beside each person who had passed through the Immortal Item conference, there stood a similar majestic horse. The horse next to Seventh Young Master was golden in color. “Mount up!” Seventh Young Master called out excitedly to Zheng Fa. Zheng Fa swung himself onto the horse; the white steed beneath him snorted softly, its hooves tapping lightly, and began to gallop carrying him away. Before him was an expanse of vast sky and earth, the sound of the wind and clouds by his ears. He rode the horse across the heavens, sprinting through the air. The sunlight shone on him and the horse, casting rings of golden light, like the legends of Immortals descending to the mortal realm from the stories. Zheng Fa, along with Seventh Young Master and Zhou Qianyuan, rode abreast, heading toward the State City of Jingzhou below. “Zheng Fa!” “Hmm?” “I’ve realized I’m not afraid of heights anymore!” Seventh Young Master laughed heartily in the air, “When I return in this fashion, the entire city will witness my glory!” Zheng Fa also turned to look at the ever-nearing State City of Jingzhou. “Those who called me a good-for-nothing, now they can all see that I’ve joined Qingmu Sect! Let’s see if they dare look down on me after this!” Seventh Young Master talked incessantly; he seemed to have been bottling it up, and Zheng Fa kept listening. “My mother might even be crying with joy watching me now!” Seventh Young Master fantasized, “I’ve made her proud today! I tell you, once I get home, my mother will surely run over to me frantically showering praises!” Compared to the earlier outburst of pride, Zheng Fa noticed that Seventh Young Master’s face now showed even stronger anticipation. Zhou Qianyuan, riding alongside, also watched Seventh Young Master’s endless chattering with a look in his eyes that seemed to confirm something more. ... They soon reached the airspace above Jingzhou, the majestic horses they rode even skimming across the eaves of some large houses. Zhou Qianyuan parted ways with the two as soon as they entered the city, heading toward the courtyard he had come from. Zheng Fa and Seventh Young Master headed for Zhao Mansion. As they approached, they could already see their families gathered together in Sister Zhang’s courtyard, looking up, waiting for them. The moment the two landed, the horses that had carried them reverted to clusters of colorful clouds, drifting leisurely back toward the sky. Seventh Young Master saw his mother, with his sister, hurrying towards him. Their steps were quicker and their expressions happier than he had imagined. He eagerly awaited his mother’s praise, and then... he saw his mother sprint past him, straight to Zheng Fa’s side. Seventh Young Master slowly turned around, looking at the relentless back of his departing mother. “Mother, I’m here!” he couldn’t help but call out, a little doubtful that his mother was too excited and had mistaken someone else for him. His mother waved at him without looking back, continuing to Zheng Fa’s side. Seventh Young Master listened as his mother exclaimed, “I always thought you, Zheng Fa, had some talent, but I never imagined that your talent was so remarkable!” Beside her, the young lady was also nodding, showing a delight for Zheng Fa. ...The storyline was exactly as Seventh Young Master had imagined, except it seemed that the roles were a little off. Facing the lady, Zheng Fa noticed that the corners of her eyes were red.

Chapter 82 - 82 82 Returning Home

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