My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 38: Shuk and Beta

Chapter 38: Shuk and Beta

"If you have the ability to contact the Buddhist Sect, why don't you ask the Hall of Longevity? Don't they also claim to control time and space... Right, I heard that the saintess of the Hall of Longevity is here," an elder said.

"Yes, she came. She was the first core disciple from a top-notch immortal sect to be eliminated and probably felt embarrassed, so her sect took her away," someone replied.

"Sigh."

All the cultivators present sighed.

Just as the elders felt that their hopes were slim and bleak.

"I've got an update!"

A disciple of the Divine Weapon Pavilion rushed in excitedly.

"What is it?" The middle-aged cultivator frowned.

"All the senior brothers and sisters have come out. Everyone is safe and sound. They even brought out the treasures from the mystical realm!" the disciple reported loudly, his voice filled with joy.

The elders looked at each other.

...

"The accident in the Secret Mystical realm is the responsibility of my Divine Weapon Pavilion. I am deeply ashamed of my dereliction of duty..."

On a very high platform, Elder Gao was giving a closing speech.

The main content was an apology.

As the person in charge of the trial in the Secret Mystical Realm, this task naturally fell on his head.

However, what made Elder Gao slightly gratified was that the sect was reasonable. They knew that this matter was not his fault, so they did not deduct his year-end bonus.

However, Elder Gao thought that even if he didn't deduct the money, he would have to pay out his year-end bonus to fill in the hole for his lousy disciple.

He suddenly felt even more depressed.

"As an apology, the Divine Weapon Pavilion will refund three times the spirit stones that the disciples have paid. Our sect won't take a single cent of what we get from this mystical realm trial. In addition, all competitors can customize a Dharmic Weapon corresponding to their current realm in our Hall of Artifacts..."

The eyes of the disciples of the major sects lit up when they heard this.

It should be said that the compensation plan that the Divine Weapon Pavilion gave this time was quite sincere. It was mainly reflected in the distribution of the rewards from the mystical realm trial.

After Lu Xuan finished his speech, he didn't let everyone leave immediately. Instead, he let the disciples collect the treasures from the cave abode.

Lu Xuan did not take any of these items. He already had the World Tree, the original copy of the Spirit Illusion Scripture, and the immortal robe.

As for the other spirit stones and magic artifacts, they were useless to Lu Xuan. It was better to leave them for other cultivators to help him with their cultivation.

As a result, this group of disciples made a fortune. The Divine Weapon Pavilion had taken half of the original profits, so it could be said that they had gained a lot.

...

Inside the Divine Weapon Pavilion's headquarters, a petite female disciple from the Divine Weapon Pavilion's Money Hall led the way for Lu Xuan.

"Senior Brother Lu, please come in."

"Thank you, Junior Sister." Lu Xuan nodded, still holding Cheng Lingzhu in his arms.

In the morning, Elder Gao represented the Divine Weapon Pavilion and apologized to the various sects. After that, the Divine Weapon Pavilion held a banquet and invited all the elders and disciples to attend.

Lu Xuan joined them.

Firstly, he heard that after the banquet, there would be an exhibition of Dharmic Weapons and stone-gambling activities.

Secondly, Cheng Lingzhu still hadn't woken up, so he had to find a place to settle down.

Lu Xuan found the little girl's condition strange. Her mind was stable and her body was normal. She was in a deep sleep and could not be shaken awake.

Under the lead of the Divine Weapon Pavilion disciples, Lu Xuan arrived at an independent courtyard.

He pushed the door open. The room was decorated elegantly. The bedding was clean, and the bed and chairs were spotless.

This was the guest room at the Divine Weapon Pavilion, specially prepared for female cultivators.

As a first-rate sect and a weaponsmithing sect, the Divine Weapon Pavilion was naturally rich. All the guest rooms had their own courtyards with a small garden filled with spiritual herbs and flowers.

After the junior sister took her leave, Lu Xuan placed Cheng Lingzhu on the bed and covered her with a blanket before leaving the room.

He stood at the door and looked up at the sky.

After looking at it for a while, he sat on the steps at the door and took out the wine gourd from his magic storage.

A breeze suddenly blew behind him. A head stretched out from Lu Xuan's shoulder and slowly turned around.

Lu Xuan turned his head and looked at the old face. He reached out his hand and slowly and firmly pushed it to the side.

"Ah Chen, you're no longer that graceful and beautiful young man from back then. It's very scary for an old man to do such a thing." Lu Xuan rolled his eyes.

"I haven't seen you for many years and I miss you."

The old man with the walking stick was not angry at all. He chuckled and sat on the ground without wiping the steps.

He reached out to Lu Xuan and blinked. "Give me two mouthfuls."

"Don't put your mouth to the gourd."

Lu Xuan handed the gourd to him.

"I know, I know."

The old man took the gourd, unscrewed the lid, raised it above his head, raised his neck, and poured it into his mouth.

"This wine is older than you. I only have this pot. Leave some for me."

"I know, I know... Gulp, gulp, gulp... This is a magic artifact. It's not really as big as a gourd..."

If anyone else saw this scene in the courtyard, their jaws would have dropped in shock.

Ji Lingchen, the old sword immortal who had awed the Northern Plains for 3,000 years, was actually sitting next to a young man. Their conversation seemed as though they were old friends.

That was indeed the case. The two of them had known each other for more than 4,000 years.

Back then, Ji Lingchen was still very young.

Back then, Lu Xuan was as young as he was now.

The general story was that the two young people met each other, and then with a pot of wine and a sword, they roamed the world and cut off all the injustice in the world.

The two of them killed enemies together, drank together, went to demonic sects to plunder ill-gotten gains together, and went to the righteous sects to expose the hypocrisy and darkness together.

During that period, Lu Xuan had really been happy.

Once, after the two of them finished drinking, Lu Xuan slammed the table and said, "We're like Sherlock Holmes and Watson, Shuk and Beta, and Batman and Robin..."

Ji Lingchen had never heard of this before. He asked Lu Xuan who this Batman was, and Lu Xuan explained it to him. After listening to him, Ji Lingchen said, "Then, I must be Batman."

The main focus was to eliminate violence and appease the good, help the poor, and uphold justice. In the mortal world of killing, his name was widespread for thousands of kilometers.

Lu Xuan thought about the other party's background of being born in a certain country's orphanage in the Yan Land of Northern Plains and growing up alone. After that, he nodded in agreement.

However, despite the teasing, Ji Lingchen had indeed done a good job of practicing the chivalrous path in his heart.

Back then, Northern Plains was very chaotic with all sorts of demonic forces occupying it.

However, now, the Northern Plains had become a forbidden ground to the demon sects. Even the most arrogant demon would feel a chill down his spine when he heard the name of that old sword immortal.

3,000 years ago, Ji Lingchen stepped into the Mahayana stage. He relied on the long sword in his hand to kill his way through the world.

He suppressed the entire Northern Plains with his own strength.

Putting down the wine gourd, Ji Lingchen let out a long sigh, his expression somewhat sentimental.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xuan frowned.

"I don't have much time left," Ji Lingchen suddenly said. He thought for a moment. "Ten years, at most."

"What happened?" Lu Xuan was shocked.

According to the lifespan of a Mahayana stage cultivator, Ji Lingchen should still have nearly 1,000 years left.

Ji Lingchen remained calm.

"Because I'm about to become a True Immortal."

Bang!

Lu Xuan was expressionless as he punched the old man to the ground.