Chapter 97: Choice
It was just the first day of his cultivation, and Wei Yuan felt like he couldn’t continue. Not only was the moon watching him at all times, he would choke and fall out of meditation every time he took just half a breath. At this rate, he was going to suffer a qi deviation. Luckily, he soon discovered that the mountain’s great spirit gathering array had suffered a malfunction, and at least a dozen Mastercraft Hall and Heavenly Mysteries Hall cultivators had shown up to perform inspections and repairs. Suffice to say, their appearance had caused quite the stir. They also claimed that the work would probably not finish in ten days or even half a month.
Wei Yuan thought that he understood the truth when he received the news. The reason the spirit vein had dried up was because the spirit gathering array had suffered a malfunction!
Unable to cultivate for the time being, Wei Yuan decided to borrow a few cultivation insights on the Dao Foundation stage from the Enlightenment Hall for a read. But before he could leave, two young Daoists had arrived at his abode and announced that the Palace Lord had summoned him. They looked incredibly youthful, but their cultivation was quite advanced. Both were only a hair’s breadth from the Avatar stage. They employed a mystic artifact to carry Wei Yuan through the clouds and arrived at a sheer peak sitting on the edge of the Green Cliffs That Hang Over An Empty Valley just moments later.
The sheer peak was both incredibly tall and slender. Its peak stood at least a hundred zhang above a sea of clouds. The two young Daoists took Wei Yuan all the way to the edge of a cliff before leaving quietly.
There was a protruding rock at the edge of the cliff, and sitting on the rock was a man holding a fishing pole. He was casting it into the sea of clouds below. Clad in simple cloth garments, he appeared utterly ordinary. Yet, this unassuming, back-to-the-roots demeanor instantly marked him as no ordinary man.
Despite sensing neither presence nor immortal energy from the man whatsoever, Wei Yuan was so nervous that he was experiencing breathing difficulties. After he reached the man’s back, he greeted respectfully, “Wei Yuan greets you, Immortal Lord!”
Pei Tinghai was one of the two Immortal Lords of the Palace of Absolute Beginning. Every time the Palace Lord entered a long seclusion, he became the pillar that held up the entire sect.
The Immortal Lord did not turn around. He said in a leisurely tone, “Wei Yuan, you asked a question when you first arrived at the sect: ‘If the path to immortality is so miraculous, then how is it possible that people are still starving to death in the mortal world?’ Have you found an answer yet?”
Wei Yuan shook his head and answered, “Not at all. I am only just beginning to scratch the surface of my question.”