Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Five hundred thousand miles southwest of Tianque Mountain. At the summit of a vast mountain range, a celestial city was hidden in the clouds, resembling a palace in the heavens.

This city was called Qiongyu, the largest celestial city established by the Xuantian Sect in the southwest. Because there were several affiliated cultivation families or small forces nearby, the city was always bustling. Even the large-scale attack on Liuyun Celestial City by the Abyss of Heavenly Demons had little impact on this place.

In the teleportation array located in a corner of the City Lord's Mansion, a handsome and refined-looking cultivator appeared in a flash of white light.

The two Qi Refining disciples guarding the array hurriedly stepped forward to salute, "Greetings, Martial Uncle. May we ask for your name?"

This was a basic rule of the Xuantian Sect. Whenever traveling between the Xuantian Sect's outer sect and the various celestial cities, both the outer sect and the celestial city needed to record the cultivator's name and teleportation time, regardless of their status.

The refined cultivator nodded, "I am Song Yuanzhen from Guanri Peak. This is my waist tag."

Song Yuanzhen took out a silver round tag from his storage bag and showed it to the two Qi Refining disciples. The words "Guanri Peak Third" were written on it.

"Thank you, Martial Uncle Song. We understand. Does Martial Uncle wish to see the City Lord? This disciple will report it immediately!"

The City Lord of Qiongyu Celestial City was named Hu Yuanguang, an old Foundation Establishment cultivator with late stage cultivation, who had no particular acquaintance with Song Yuanzhen.

"Just report according to the rules. I won't disturb City Lord Hu's cultivation."

He casually waved his hand, walked out of the side hall in a few steps, exited the City Lord's Mansion through a side door, and headed south.

The layout of Qiongyu Celestial City was the same as that of most celestial cities. The north of the city belonged to the City Lord's Mansion, and the south was for residences for cultivators to live and cultivate in for long periods. These could not be bought, only rented, for varying lengths of time. The east and west of the city were market areas. The west market belonged to the Xuantian Sect and various medium-sized sects, while the east market was open to all sources and was a mixed bag.

Song Yuanzhen walked all the way to the vicinity of the south gate of the celestial city before stopping in front of a residence. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, a person came out of the house, an old Qi Refining cultivator, who said with a smile, "Esteemed guest has finally arrived. My master has been waiting for a long time, please!"

Song Yuanzhen just nodded slightly, without speaking, and followed behind the person into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, near the front door of the main house, stood a blue-robed scholar, gentle and refined, holding a folding fan, with a smile on his face.

Song Yuanzhen walked closer, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Fellow Daoist Qu, greetings!"

The blue-robed cultivator "Wu Yong" snapped his folding fan shut with a "啪" sound, clasped his fist and returned the greeting, saying, "Fellow Daoist Song, please!"

The two walked into the house and sat down as host and guest.

The old cultivator served fragrant tea and then retreated, closing the door.

"So that Fellow Daoist Song knows, Qu is now running a shop in the east market called 'Wu's Trading Company'. The name used externally is Wu Yong, the chief manager of this trading company. He is usually not in the shop, but lives here. If there is a big business deal, he will go to the shop to meet guests. If there are distinguished guests with a background, they will be directly invited to the residence for a secret talk."

The blue-robed cultivator "Wu Yong" slowly said while shaking his folding fan, "The reason for inviting Fellow Daoist Song this time is to trade a rare pill. Please remember it carefully and don't make a mistake."

Song Yuanzhen nodded and asked, "Then the identity you used before is now invalid?"

Wu Yong smiled, "That's right. Therefore, Fellow Daoist Song should not call me Fellow Daoist Qu in the future, just call me Shopkeeper Wu or Fellow Daoist Wu."

Song Yuanzhen cupped his hands and said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Wu. May I ask where Fellow Daoist Wu came from to open a shop here?"

Wu Yong said, "Seven hundred thousand miles northwest of this city, there is a place called Yongyu Valley, which has been occupied by a Wu family for generations. Legend has it that their ancestor was a Core Formation cultivator of the Xuantian Sect. This family has always been low-key, specializing in spiritual plants and alchemy. They are not well-known outside, but quite a few people know about them."

Song Yuanzhen raised his eyebrows slightly, "How did you borrow the name of such a family?"

"Borrow?" Wu Yong chuckled, "This is not borrowing! Wu is the current patriarch of this Yongyu Wu family!"

A look of surprise flashed in Song Yuanzhen's eyes. Just as he was about to ask, Wu Yong said, "This was something the sect spent hundreds of years planning to succeed. It is to be used for a long time. Therefore, if Fellow Daoist has important matters in the future, you can directly contact 'Wu's Trading Company'."

Song Yuanzhen's expression changed, and he said, "I hope there won't be many important matters that require me to go to your trading company!"

Wu Yong's smile faded, and he said softly, "If that's the case, of course, it would be better."

Song Yuanzhen snorted lightly, and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone, "It hasn't been a year since the last message was sent. Why are you calling me again this time!"

Wu Yong glanced at him, remained silent for a moment, smiled silently, and said, "The Real Person has something to order, so naturally he has to call you here. This place has a solid foundation and will never be discovered, so you can rest assured!"

"Why didn't you succeed last time with such a good opportunity?" Song Yuanzhen's tone was somewhat resentful.

"That Zhang Yuanjing has a Connate Spiritual Treasure in his hand, how can it be so easy to succeed!" Wu Yong explained dryly, paused for a moment, and added a few words, "Last time, the information you provided was very accurate, and the Real Person was very satisfied. He recorded a great merit for you, and issued a decree—when you return to the sect in the future, you will automatically become a true disciple, and be listed as the first. The Real Person knows that it is not easy for you, but this matter concerns the inheritance of the sect, so I have to trouble you again."

Song Yuanzhen was silent, obviously disapproving of this.

When Wu Yong saw him like this, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, but he didn't speak anymore. He directly took out a three-inch-tall jade bottle from his arms and placed it on the low table in front of Song Yuanzhen.

"What is it?"

"Yuanli Pill."

"Yuanli Pill? What is that?"

"A pill with both metal and earth attributes. The medicinal properties are strong and sharp, and can assist in breaking through to False Core. However, the probability is not high, at most 20%, but there is an 80% probability of causing damage to the dantian. This is also what you and I will say we are trading this time."

Song Yuanzhen already had a guess in his heart, remained silent for a moment, and asked, "What is this thing for?"

"You must have guessed it! This pill is of course for Guo Yuanmeng, to let him break through the bottleneck of the False Core and strive for a chance."

"He will die!" Song Yuanzhen glared at him.

"So what if he dies! For this person, it is uncomfortable to live if he cannot break through to the False Core! It is better to take a gamble! If it succeeds, it will be completely different!"

"What if he breaks through? The current Xuantian Sect is precarious, what use is a False Core cultivator?"

"Jie Tianwei has only been dead for a few years, and there are still some old relationships in the Xuantian Sect. They can still be used. Especially, Jie Tianwei and Tong Tianfu have an extraordinary relationship. If Guo Yuanmeng breaks through at this time and goes to find Tong Tianfu, he will probably get a good job or get some preferential treatment."

"Zhang Yuanjing used a Connate Spiritual Treasure to kill a Nascent Soul, so what if Guo Yuanmeng has a good job, can he rely on Tong Tianfu's influence, what can he do!"

"It's not like we're asking you to directly deal with Zhang Yuanjing! Dealing with his disciples is enough! The Real Person said, find a way to use Zhang Yuanjing's disciples to transfer him away from Tianque Mountain and lead him to a dangerous place. At that time, as long as you give me the news in advance, the Real Person will make arrangements. If you can do it, the Real Person will not be stingy with rewards!"

Song Yuanzhen sneered a few times, picked up the jade bottle with a blank expression, and left without saying a word.