Chapter 142 - 133 Zhuo Canglang: This Wave, Out of Poverty! (2200 words)_1
As it turned out, Wang Xiu had worried for nothing.
Suddenly, several beams of rosy light descended from the sky as the void began to distort. Three figures appeared in mid-air without a sound.
The middle-aged man leading them had a weathered face and a tattered Daoist robe. A crow was perched on each of his shoulders. It was none other than Zhuo Canglang, the Sect Leader of the Sanqing Immortal Sect.
A man and a woman followed behind him.
The man was handsome, with a gentle and cultured demeanor. With an ancient zither slung on his back and dressed in a white robe, he blended seamlessly with the world around him. His presence seemed to elicit a faint melody that attracted fluttering butterflies and dancing flowers. He was the head of the Sonic Sect, Gong Shangyu!
The woman was clad in a long black dress. She was breathtakingly beautiful and slender, with flawless, jade-like legs as straight as swords. She stood proudly in the void with her hands behind her back, her entire being akin to a Divine Sword hanging from the Ninth Heaven. She emanated a sharpness that was almost unbearable to gaze upon directly.
Among the women Wang Xiu knew, her beauty was undoubtedly in the top three. In terms of temperament and aura, even heavenly prodigies like Jiang Ling’er and Ji Zidian were slightly inferior!
If there’s one flaw to speak of, it would probably be her ’magnanimity’—it’s utterly unremarkable!
Wang Xiu recognized her identity, his eyes practically leaping from their sockets!
The head of the Sword Sect, Dugu Qingqian!
A Great Ability at the Saint Manifestation stage!
She, along with his own master Luo Binglan and Sect Leader Zhuo Canglang, was considered one of the four calamities of Sanqing.
Now that three of the four have gathered, I’m afraid a huge mess is about to break out.
Zhuo Canglang eyed the Ghost Immortal Blessed Land that Luo Binglan held aloft. His eyes sparkled with intensity. On his shoulders, both crows began to speak.
The black crow: "HOLY SHIT!"
The white crow: "We’re rich!"
Behind him, Gong Shangyu and Dugu Qingqian swept their Divine Sense over the Blessed Land, and their expressions subtly shifted. Their eyes shone with uncontainable greed. Although they were Saint Manifestation experts, as the heads of their respective sects, they had truly struggled through years of poverty.
They were terrified of being poor!
Thirty-six branches. Tens of thousands of disciples. All scraping by with just three Blessed Lands and a few meager Secret Realms. Life had been too difficult.
And now, a brand-new, Blessed Land level Secret Realm was laid out before their very eyes. It made their hearts pound uncontrollably. Were it not for their self-control, they might have pounced forward to snatch the Blessed Land to caress it, maybe even give it a couple of kisses!
Rubbing his hands together with a smile plastered on his face, Zhuo Canglang approached. "Sister Luo, isn’t it tiring to hold up such a large Blessed Land? Let your big brother help you!"
"No need!" Luo Binglan replied coldly. "Just clear the way. I can manage on my own!"
Dugu Qingqian eyed the Baiyu Mech and couldn’t help but fold her arms and snort. "Still so stubborn despite the state you’re in!"
She and Luo Binglan had always been at odds. Having not seen each other for many years, they couldn’t help but start tearing into each other the moment they finally met again.
The Baiyu Mech twisted its neck, producing a loud CRACK, and fixed its gaze on Dugu Qingqian, its eyes flashing with a cold blue light. "Even if I have to bear this White Jade Coffin and support the Ghost Immortal Secret Realm with one hand, I can still suppress you with the other!"
DING!
[Detected someone bragging nearby. Congratulations, Host, you have gained Mana +2,333!]
Dugu Qingqian’s eyes filled with anger. "You crazy woman, I’ve always gone easy on you in the past. If we truly fought, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to handle it!"
DING!
[Detected someone bragging nearby. Congratulations, Host, you have gained Mana +2,333!]
Luo Binglan sneered sarcastically, "Is that so? Well, you certainly are... *magnanimous*. Why, your chest is broad enough to park a sky-boat!"
At those words, Dugu Qingqian reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The sword energy pulsing from her body tore black fissures into the void as she radiated a destructive killing intent.
Seeing the two were about to come to blows over a single disagreement, the head of the Sonic Sect, Gong Shangyu, hurriedly interjected, "Sisters, sisters... Harmony is most precious!"
Zhuo Canglang also stepped forward to mediate. "That’s right, that’s right! If we’re going to argue, let’s take it back to the Immortal Sect. It would be troublesome if we attracted others here. Uh... Nephew Wang Xiu, hurry up and talk some sense into them!"
Wang Xiu was having the time of his life. Two Saint Manifestation experts were bragging right in front of him! This reward was so much better than the previous ones! Just two notifications had caused his cultivation level to soar. His cultivation at the sixth heaven of the Core Formation Realm climbed continuously!
Seventh Heaven!
Eighth Heaven!
Ninth Heaven!
After breaking through three times in succession, the aura within his body finally stabilized.
Honestly, I really don’t want to mediate. In fact, if I weren’t worried that my master would end up bedridden upon our return and that I’d be left without a backer to protect me from being singled out for trouble, I would have fanned the flames to make them argue even more fiercely!
Upon hearing the Sect Leader’s words, he reluctantly said, "Master, the Sect Leader is right! How about we take a break?"
Luo Binglan gave a cold snort and fell silent.
Zhuo Canglang’s expression softened. He quickly gestured for Gong Shangyu and the others to join forces and transport the Ghost Immortal Blessed Land back to the Sanqing Immortal Sect.
The methods of a Saint were truly as extraordinary as their reputation suggested. The Ghost Immortal Blessed Land, which contained an entire small world, was forcibly shifted through the void by their collective effort and brought back to the Sanqing Immortal Sect. Their efficiency was also extremely high, far faster than those wretched spatial transport formations used by the Ghost King Sect.
The moment the Blessed Land arrived at the Sanqing Immortal Sect, all the branches were alerted. Thirty-six branch heads, acting on the news, rushed over in unison, insisting they had to go inside for a tour.
Without a word, Luo Binglan simply placed the White Jade Coffin horizontally across the Blessed Land’s entrance. The crowd immediately quieted down. The renown of the female overlord of Spirit Turtle Peak was still quite effective!
Seeing this, Zhuo Canglang immediately proposed that the four of them who had transported the Blessed Land should represent everyone and enter first to scout the situation. Luo Binglan tacitly agreed.
Thus, without another word, Zhuo Canglang hoisted Luo Binglan’s coffin onto his shoulder and charged into the Blessed Land. Gong Shangyu and Dugu Qingqian hurriedly followed, leaving the heads of the other peaks to stare on longingly.
As they watched, their gazes eventually fell upon Wang Xiu.
The sky was a dull, ashen gray. The world, though filled with life, gave off a deathly, stagnant feeling.
Carrying the White Jade Coffin, Zhuo Canglang swept his Divine Sense out in all directions at astonishing speed, capturing the entire layout of the Blessed Land in his mind.
"Sixty thousand li from east to west, fifty thousand li from north to south... It’s a medium-sized Blessed Land!"
"Two giant Spirit Veins to the north show signs of excavation but still hold high mining value... There is one large Spirit Vein to the west and another to the south, both with rich reserves!" Gong Shangyu’s refined face couldn’t help but flush with excitement.
This Blessed Land wasn’t massive, but it wasn’t small either. It was about the same size as the Sanqing Immortal Sect’s largest territory, the Cangyue Blessed Land. The difference was that the sect’s own Blessed Land had been mined continuously for years without a break. This one, however, while also showing signs of being mined, was clearly worked by a faction with very low efficiency in the past. Combined with thousands of years of being vacant, it had been constantly recovering, leaving its remaining reserves quite abundant.
Zhuo Canglang was also beaming, his face flushed with excitement. As the Sect Leader, he knew the financial state of the Sanqing Immortal Sect better than anyone. Currently, the total annual output of Spirit Stones from all the Blessed Lands and Secret Realms within the sect was about thirty million. The disciples of every branch were living in poverty. On average, each disciple could only obtain about a thousand Spirit Stones per year through missions and sect stipends, forcing them to lead a penny-pinching life.
Yet this Ghost Immortal Blessed Land, with its four Spirit Veins, would have an annual output of no less than ten million Spirit Stones, based solely on his visual analysis of the Spiritual Energy density!
With this haul, the Sanqing Immortal Sect might not become rich overnight, but its foundation would increase by at least twenty percent. In the future... they could finally expand their recruitment of disciples