Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

“Uncle-Master Zhang, this disciple discovered some secrets in the ancient sect ruins of the Hou Tu Sect, which are of great importance to our sect. Please allow me to report them.”

After exiting the Qian Yuan Hall, Zhou Yuming, seeing that there was no one around, took two steps closer and whispered to Zhang Yuanjing.

“Secrets?” Zhang Yuanjing stopped subconsciously. “What secrets?”

The place where the three of them were was the wide square in front of the Qian Yuan Hall.

This was an open area, located halfway up the mountain. The large trees near the buildings had been cut down, and only some small, short trees had been planted to surround the square. Three paths were left open in the front and on the left, connecting to the main road down the mountain. To the right was a semi-suspended boulder, with a red and blue pavilion on top.

The Qian Yuan Hall was the headquarters of the outer sect. Those who came and went were usually the peak masters or deacons of the various outer sect peaks, and occasionally people from the inner sect, but they would not come here often. Therefore, most of the time, this place was deserted and very quiet.

At this time, there was indeed no one coming or going in the square. However, the quieter it was, the clearer the sound of speaking seemed.

Zhang Yuanjing did not deliberately lower his voice, and his voice traveled far away, scaring Zhou Yuming. He quickly turned his head to look at the hall door, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one appeared.

“Uncle-Master Zhang, this disciple feels that this matter is of great importance, so please move to a place where no one is around, and then listen to this disciple's detailed explanation.”

“Hmm?” Zhang Yuanjing glared at him, not knowing what trick this kid was up to.

“It's related to the Shumi Mountain seal.” Zhou Yuming had no choice but to say in a barely audible voice.

“Related to Shumi Mountain!” Zhang Yuanjing suddenly remembered the last trip to Shumi Mountain. In the dozen years after that, he had also heard Lin Yuancang reveal some fragmented news, which was roughly related to the Demon Sect cultivators, and the locations involved were basically in Shumi Mountain.

He felt that this was definitely a troublesome matter, and subconsciously wanted to reject it, but then he thought that it might be useful to Sect Leader Martial-Brother, so he should listen to it before making a decision.

He changed his mind and asked, “Lingxiao Peak is in the west, right?”

“Ah, west, yes.” Zhou Yuming was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly responded.

“Well, it's nearly two thousand miles from here. Can you take Xiao Kai there?”

“Yes, yes, it's just a little slow.”

“There are still demon beasts on the road, right? I remember that the sect doesn't seem to have cleaned up the low-level demon beasts.”

“Yes, there are some, all in the Savage Blood Stage, but occasionally there are also Spirit Awakening Stage demon beasts.”

“Oh, that's still a bit dangerous! How about this, since the intermediate Wind Riding Carriage hasn't been returned yet, I'll send you over.” Zhang Yuanjing patted his storage bag, summoned the Wind Riding Carriage, and then took the two onto the carriage.

“Uncle-Master Zhang, please take a look.”

As soon as he got on the Wind Riding Carriage, Zhou Yuming took out a leather-bound book and presented it to Zhang Yuanjing with both hands. “This is a book that this disciple obtained in the 'Ancient Sect Ruins' of the Hou Tu Sect, called 'Ancient Secret Records', which records some great secrets. It mentions that there is a 'Mustard Seed Space' in Shumi Mountain, which contains many treasures. This disciple speculates that that space is likely the illusory demon space of the seal.”

Zhang Yuanjing raised his eyebrows, took the leather book and began to read it. This look really startled Zhang Yuanjing.

This book was recorded by a Hou Tu Sect cultivator of the Middle Ages more than 30,000 years ago.

It mentioned that about 35,000 years ago, there was a magnificent sect in the Southern Region called the Wuxiang Sect. The sect was facing a precarious situation due to the lack of high-level cultivators.

In order to protect the sect's inheritance, the sect leader of the Wuxiang Sect at that time handed over the sect's five-element techniques of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth to five young cultivators with extraordinary talents for preservation, and assigned them to leave the mountain gate and find blessed lands to establish mountain gates and continue the inheritance.

After the five branch sects were established, the Wuxiang Sect leader used great supernatural powers to open up a "Mustard Seed Space" near each branch sect, and preserve some strategic resources and some rare spiritual plants in it for future use.

A thousand years later, the Wuxiang Sect leader passed away, and there was no successor. The sect lacked top-level combat power. Its hostile sects took the opportunity to launch an attack and destroy the Wuxiang Sect. In the following hundreds of years, the branch sects of the Wuxiang Sect were exposed for various reasons and were all destroyed.

The author of this book was the Great Elder of the Hou Tu Sect, a branch sect of the Wuxiang Sect, named Wen Songyang. Because the enemy's attack was extremely sudden, he only hurriedly recorded the origin and inheritance of the Wuxiang Sect and the approximate location of the "Mustard Seed Space" near the Hou Tu Sect, hid the book in a secret place, transmitted a message to the clan members outside, and then fell in battle.

The book mentioned that the Hou Tu Sect's "Mustard Seed Space" is located in Shumi Mountain, about four million miles northwest of Jishi Mountain. The entrance is on a rock wall in a river valley. There are three recessed water caves in the rock wall, and the deepest part of the middle water cave hides a three-foot square space channel, which requires Nascent Soul cultivation or above to open.

Wen Songyang finally wrote that the Hou Tu Sect is good at cultivating spiritual herbs, so there are many Mysterious Grade Rank 6 and 7 spiritual plants, as well as more than a dozen Earth Grade spiritual herbs, in the Mustard Seed Space.

Reading this, Zhang Yuanjing's heart trembled wildly: There are actually Earth Grade spiritual herbs! This is rare in the world. If we can get such spiritual plants, the sect's strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds!

As far as Zhang Yuanjing knew, in today's cultivation world, Mysterious Grade Rank 4 spiritual plants are already very precious, Mysterious Grade Rank 5 are even rarer, and Rank 6 and 7 are like rare treasures.

Earth Grade is unheard of. You must know that Mysterious Grade Rank 4 to 7 spiritual plants are used by the Nascent Soul Stage, while Earth Grade spiritual plants can help cultivators break through to the God Transformation Stage.

However, in the Shumi Space, spiritual herbs must rely on spiritual power formations built with spirit stones to survive. The longer the time, the higher the age of the spiritual plants, the more spiritual power is required, and the faster the spiritual power formation will be consumed. Once the spiritual power formation is exhausted, the spiritual plants will wither and die.

“Time is of the essence, time is of the essence…” Zhang Yuanjing slapped his thigh. “Let's go to the Palm Profound Hall first to report to Sect Leader Martial-Brother!”

“Go see the Sect Leader now?” Zhou Yuming said in astonishment.

“Yes, Martial-Brother Yuan Kui will definitely ask in detail. Be prepared and think about the whole thing carefully, without any omissions.”

“Oh, if we go directly, the Sect Leader may be in seclusion.”

“Don't worry about this.”

Previously, before Zhang Yuanjing left Jishi Mountain, he first reported his itinerary to Wu Yuankui and told him that he had accidentally learned the Hou Tu Qi Cultivation Technique. Wu Yuankui told him to go to the Palm Profound Hall to see him immediately after returning to the mountain. He would be stationed at True One Peak during this period.

Outside the Palm Profound Hall, Lin Yuancang stopped the three of them: “Martial-Brother Yuanjing, why are you bringing children?”

“Martial-Brother Lin, find someone to take care of them first. I brought them back from outside and they have been registered into the sect.”

“Oh, what's going on with this Qi Refining disciple?”

“There are some things that he needs to report to Sect Leader Martial-Brother.”

“This, Martial-Brother Yuanjing, you should go in first and let him wait here. If the Sect Leader summons him, I will lead him in.”

“Okay, alas, I forgot all about this in a hurry. Thank you for reminding me, Martial-Brother.”

When the Palm Profound Hall selected the Qi Refining disciples to go to the Hou Tu Sect for the competition, it specifically selected a few clever ones, but did not reveal the matter of investigating the Hou Tu Sect. It only told them to pay attention to observe the situation in the Hou Tu Sect, and there would be deacons who would inquire in the future. Therefore, Lin Yuancang naturally could not let Zhang Yuanjing directly report with Zhou Yuming.

In the Palm Profound Hall, Wu Yuankui's divine sense was open, and he had already understood the situation outside. Therefore, as soon as Zhang Yuanjing came in, he asked with a smile: “Why, do you like this Qi Refining disciple very much?”

“Well, he's pretty good, very clever, and his cultivation talent is also very good.” Zhang Yuanjing gave a light salute, and then sat down on the armchair on Wu Yuankui's left hand side.

Wu Yuankui did not commit himself, and said again: “That little baby has good bones and is a good seedling. This is considered a contribution you have made to the sect.”

Then, he paused and continued: “You should tell me about this trip to the Hou Tu Sect, focusing on the important things, especially the things you think are abnormal, you can explain in detail.”

Zhang Yuanjing smiled, and said carelessly: “There is nothing abnormal, just some trivial etiquette and atmosphere-building banquets, which are far less interesting than cultivation! But when I returned to the mountain gate, Zhou Yuming, oh, that Qi Refining disciple, provided an abnormal thing, I guarantee Martial-Brother you will be interested!”

After saying that, he took out the leather-bound book and handed it to Wu Yuankui.

Wu Yuankui glanced at it: “Well, it's been around for a while, it's an antique. Where did it come from?”

“Zhou Yuming got it in the ancient sect ruins of the Hou Tu Sect.”

“Ancient sect ruins? Obtained from the Qi Refining disciple's trial?”

Wu Yuankui frowned, but didn't say anything more. He opened the leather book, looked down and only glanced a few times, his expression immediately became serious.

He turned the pages of the book one by one. In just a dozen breaths, he finished reading the thin fifteen pages. He closed the book, pondered for a moment, and then opened the book again and repeatedly reviewed it several times.

“Martial-Brother Yuancang, bring that Zhou Yuming in!” Wu Yuankui said to the side hall door.

“How is it, Martial-Brother, is what's said inside true?”

“Whether it's true or not, we'll know after checking Shumi Mountain.”

“Zhou Yuming said that the 'Mustard Seed Space' of the Middle Ages Hou Tu Sect is the illusory demon space, is that so? I didn't find any other secret realms inside when I went in last time.”

“Oh, did that kid say that? Not bad insight.”

“Martial-Brother also thinks it's in there?”

“It's very likely. Back then, space cracks appeared in Shumi Mountain for no reason, and even the late Nascent Soul Stage cultivators of our sect couldn't find the reason. We never knew where the problem was. If there is a 'Mustard Seed Space' in it, then it's easy to explain.

Tens of thousands of years later, the 'Mustard Seed Space' does not have enough spiritual power to maintain it, which will inevitably cause great pressure on the nearby space, and it is inevitable that space cracks will occur. Moreover, as long as the 'Mustard Seed Space' has not disappeared, this pressure will continue to exist, and as the 'Mustard Seed Space' becomes unstable, this pressure will become stronger and stronger.” Wu Yuankui's face was full of worry, and his expression was a little heavy.

Zhang Yuanjing didn't think so much. When he heard that the spiritual power of the "Mustard Seed Space" was insufficient, he immediately became a little anxious: “Can the spiritual plants in the 'Mustard Seed Space' still be preserved?”

Wu Yuankui sighed helplessly and said, “Generally speaking, 'Mustard Seed Spaces' can be preserved for about 10,000 to 100,000 years depending on their size, weight, and the level of the spiritual power formation. The 'Mustard Seed Space' in Shumi Mountain has been relatively stable since the space cracks caused by an accident 5,000 years ago, indicating that the inlaid spiritual power formation can still be maintained.

Of course, if the seal change a dozen years ago was not caused by man, then the spiritual power formation of this 'Mustard Seed Space' should have insufficient spiritual power.”

“That is to say, the spiritual plants inside are still alive! Martial-Brother, there are many high-level Mysterious Grade spiritual plants, and even Earth Grade spiritual plants. Let's go there as soon as possible, and don't let the Demon Sect cultivators get there first.”

“Martial-Brother, those are spiritual plants from tens of thousands of years ago, and it's difficult to have suitable pill formulas now! It's not easy to find those old pill formulas left over from before the Middle Ages.

Our primary task is to find a way to safely dismantle that 'Mustard Seed Space', completely solve the space cracks in Shumi Mountain, and avoid threatening our sect's great spiritual acupoints. The matter of spiritual plants is just a trivial matter!”