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Chapter 188 - 0185: Modesty Here, The Romantic of Taiwu Immortal Sect

Chapter 188: Chapter 0185: Modesty Here, The Romantic of Taiwu Immortal Sect

Lin Fan arrived at the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land, accompanied by Gong Mo, who led him around to explore.

Firstly: to thank Lin Fan for saving his junior and the lives of several disciples.

Secondly: he wanted to showcase the splendor of the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land to the Taiwu Immortal Sect disciples, ensuring they would spread praises upon their return.

Thus, his hospitality was not wasted.

"Daoist Lin, this is the cultivation area for the disciples of the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land. Unlike disciples from other sects who prefer cultivating in their own quarters or cave mansions, do you know why our disciples are all drawn to this place?"

The question was posed.

This was a classic opportunity to show off the sect.

"Could it be that the Spiritual Qi here is more abundant than elsewhere?" Lin Fan replied casually.

Gong Mo laughed and said, "Ah, precisely! Daoist Lin, you are indeed perceptive. The Spiritual Qi here is indeed overwhelmingly rich because there’s an astonishing Spirit Vein beneath the surface. Not even ten of such veins exist in the world. Our predecessors didn’t actually mine it but instead set up a peerless Big Array deep underground to extract the Spirit Qi from the vein."

"Cultivating here for one year is equivalent to cultivating elsewhere for five to ten years."

I’ll play along with your performance completely.

Lin Fan exclaimed, "Amazing, truly remarkable, worthy of being a great sect."

"Hahaha, not at all, not at all, the Taiwu Immortal Sect is equally exceptional," Gong Mo said with a wave of his hand, reciprocating the compliment.

Lin Fan understood that Gong Mo wasn’t intentionally bragging.

After all, this was indeed a remarkable cultivation treasure. A sect willing to offer such a precious area for its disciples to cultivate surely wouldn’t decline. Apart from facing great calamity, it was essentially immune to downfall.

Instead, it would only bring forth more and more formidable practitioners.

The Ancient Immortal Sacred Land does not have so-called True Disciples; they are collectively referred to as Saint Heirs.

The two walked side by side, exploring the surroundings.

Soon.

Perhaps intentionally led by Gong Mo, the two arrived at a stele, where a black Ancient Sword was embedded. Timeworn, it exuded an aura of antiquity.

"Daoist Lin, take another look at that sword," Gong Mo said.

Lin Fan blinked—he hadn’t even looked at the sword yet, so he wondered why Gong Mo emphasized it. Could it hold some kind of secret?

Before Lin Fan could respond, Gong Mo began, "That sword carries significant history and dates back to an earlier era. Three thousand six hundred years ago, an unparalleled Demon with flames of destruction emerged, sweeping the world undefeated. Even the strongest of every major sect were powerless against him. Back then, the casualties among Immortal Dao sects reached devastating levels."

"In the end, one of our sect’s predecessors mastered a Supreme Divine Power Secret Technique and battled the Demon for several days. Ultimately, he slayed the Demon, restoring peace and clarity to the world. This sword was the Demon’s weapon and has been sealed here, serving as a deterrent to other malicious beings."

Lin Fan remarked, "Incredible. Though I wasn’t fortunate enough to witness it firsthand, it must have been a battle of ground-shaking proportions. I wonder if that predecessor still resides on the Holy Mountain?"

"Not anymore. After slaying the Demon, the predecessor stood atop the mountain ranges, lamenting that the world no longer held any worthy rivals, and so ascended to immortality to seek greater horizons," Gong Mo explained slowly.

Lin Fan remained silent, sensing this was becoming one big display of vanity.

Gong Mo’s reasoning for sharing these stories with Lin Fan seemed to convey something.

Nonetheless, the black sword indeed stood out. Even from a great distance, one could sense the unparalleled ominous aura and intent of slaughter it emitted.

Of course.

The sword has been sealed. If its deadly aura were to reawaken, its mere presence would likely drive ordinary disciples insane.

"Daoist Lin, let’s move on to another area," Gong Mo proposed.

What Lin Fan didn’t realize was that Gong Mo wasn’t just a senior of the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land but also a guide. Whenever someone visited from another sect, he would escort them around and recount stories of the land’s past.

Thus, this wasn’t Gong Mo’s first time narrating these tales.

When it came to storytelling, he was eloquent and without hesitation—a sign of practiced familiarity.

Though Gong Mo’s intent to flaunt the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land was quite apparent, the truth was undeniable: Immortal Dao sects were truly extraordinary, far beyond the capabilities of smaller groups.

These achievements were the accumulation of countless efforts by generations of predecessors, spanning thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Night fell.

Lin Fan’s residence, arranged by Gong Mo, was not amongst the other disciples but specifically reserved for distinguished guests visiting the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land.

Located atop the mountain’s peak, it offered a stunning night view whenever he had idle moments.

"The night scenery here is lovely. The Ancient Immortal Sacred Land treats its guests remarkably well," Lin Fan remarked with a smile. From his interactions with Gong Mo, he observed that the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land was highly particular about appearances.

The accommodation was strategically close to where the disciples cultivated as well.

The Spiritual Qi here was abundant.

With nothing urgent to do.

It’s time to cultivate.

His Golden Core was already at the First Color, and he felt that achieving the subsequent colors wouldn’t pose an issue.

He had a peculiar feeling—a sense of being different from others.

While others faced bottlenecks during cultivation, he encountered none. As long as he had enough Mana, everything progressed smoothly.

The auxiliary system didn’t directly enhance his cultivation realm, perhaps to allow him to fully enjoy the thrill of improving himself.

What a considerate auxiliary system.

Always looking out for him.

Although sometimes the auxiliary system was evidently unreliable, like tweaking drop rates to absurdly low levels, Lin Fan inherently knew the system cared deeply for him.

Suddenly, the surrounding Spiritual Qi formed a storm above Lin Fan’s head, pulling it in from every direction.

The Golden Core within his body shone brightly, illuminating his insides with dazzling gold. Simultaneously, golden liquid seeped out from the Core, merging with his physique.

This was Golden Liquid, extraordinarily beneficial to the body.

Soon after.

A faint projection of a Golden Core appeared above his head. With Lin Fan’s cultivation, the Core’s color began to change, as though searching for that hint of purple amidst the black night.

Hum!

Lin Fan consciously restrained its transformation, ensuring the change occurred slowly without any flash of brilliance.

Purple Light Mist filled the air.

A wisp of purple fog enveloped the Core, making its might even more powerful than before.

He could sense the change within the Golden Core; it was clearly a qualitative improvement benefiting his entire being.

Soon, the Core took on its Second Color, emitting countless strands of purple light that washed over his body.

"Is this what breakthrough feels like?"

"It’s... not bad, I suppose."

Lin Fan muttered to himself before continuing his cultivation. Ordinary cultivators aiming for three-colored Golden Cores faced numerous challenges—referred to as tribulations—including earthly disasters and interpersonal conflicts.

Many spent decades without necessarily succeeding in completing a three-colored Golden Core.

Yet for Lin Fan, apart from the sensation of breaking through, he experienced no such difficulties.

Subsequently.

He began condensing the third color for his Golden Core—a feat almost impossible for others yet seamless for him, as though effortless.

He held back slightly from entering the Nascent Soul stage, fearing the commotion might be too overwhelming for him to suppress.

Just then.

A figure appeared beside Lin Fan.

"Kid, you’ve got skill! A three-colored Golden Core? You’ve managed to cultivate it to perfection in mere moments! All these years, I’ve never seen anyone like you!"

Lin Fan froze, turning to look. This individual had approached so silently he hadn’t even noticed—clearly, their power was formidable.

"Who are you?" Lin Fan inquired.

The middle-aged man replied, "You already know who I am. Earlier today, that Gong Mo fellow introduced me to you."

"You’re... that sword?" Lin Fan’s eyes widened in astonishment—was the sword actually sentient? That was too outrageous!

The man snorted angrily, "Ah ~ Tui! You’re the sword, you rascal! I’m the Heavenly Dragon! Didn’t you notice these radiant, majestic dragon horns on my head?"

As he spoke, the man carefully took out a delicate handkerchief and polished his dragon horns with great attention, as if they were invaluable treasures. Of course, the true treasure wasn’t the horns themselves but the handkerchief he held.

Lin Fan stared in shock, "So you’re the Heavenly Dragon? Weren’t you supposed to be sealed away?"

"Heh! Just because people say something doesn’t mean it’s true. Judging by your gullible nature, I don’t think you’re suited for cultivation—you’d be better off planting sweet potatoes at home," the man teased.

Lin Fan cursed inwardly—this guy’s words were sharp—but determined to counter, he pretended to calculate, forming a half-believable illusion. "Quiet for a moment, let me figure this out... Your name is Ao Wudi, correct?"

"That’s nothing impressive. Anyone could guess that. You’re from the Taiwu Immortal Sect, so my name surely appears in your sect’s ancient records. Who am I? I’m royalty among the Demon Clan! Which sect wouldn’t document my existence?" Ao Wudi proudly proclaimed.

Lin Fan thought this through—it seemed plausible. Seeing the Heavenly Dragon earlier had genuinely shocked him; this was a True Immortal Realm dragon! Not only was it imprisoned here, it even exhaled Heavenly Dragon Spirit Qi for the sect. Did they have audacious faces or merely shameless guts?

A True Immortal Realm True Dragon could leave at will—no one could stop it.

One sweep of a dragon’s tail could level the Sacred Land.

"Forgive the honesty, but I’ve never read those old records. Let me continue calculating—you seem to be troubled by love," Lin Fan said, his tone incredibly sincere, as though every word was undeniable truth.

Ao Wudi froze, his dragon eyes gleamed for a moment then dimmed, "Kid, not bad. You even guessed that. Alright, tell me—what else?"

"The secrets of fate cannot be revealed," Lin Fan replied with a light smile, shaking his head. He didn’t want to elaborate further—not because he truly couldn’t but because the auxiliary system’s notes on Ao Wudi only contained this much information.

"Don’t give me that nonsense. Continue calculating. If it’s accurate, I’ll gift you a Heavenly Dragon Divine Power, ensuring you’ll be invincible," Ao Wudi responded, clearly curious but harboring only the smallest sliver of belief.

He found Lin Fan quite intriguing.

What was the origin of this young cultivator?

Cultivating Golden Core came as easily to Lin Fan as drinking water; completing three-colored transformations in mere moments was unheard of—even among prodigies.

Lin Fan replied, "The secrets of fate cannot be revealed—that’s all there is to it. Yet I suspect you’re unaware of my other identity. If you knew, perhaps you’d refrain from asking further questions."

"What identity?" Ao Wudi asked, curious.

"I’m merely an unworthy scholar commonly known as the Taiwu Immortal Sect’s Romantic Sage. I possess great insight into matters of the heart. Seeing destiny has brought us together, I’ll offer guidance. Share your story with me, and I might be able to analyze it for you," Lin Fan said.

"Go ahead, I’m listening intently."