PFC Chapter 586: The Turmoil in Zhenzhou
Chapter 586: The Turmoil in Zhenzhou
Chen Futu focused on refining the new Longevity Pill by Wang Qianshan's side, and then sent someone to deliver a pill and a letter to the Piaoyu Sect.
If the Ancient Sage Piaoyu is willing to help, Chen Futu will be grateful. If he doesn't, the karma between them will be settled, and they will have no further connection.
As the days passed, Chen Futu, in addition to refining elixirs, studied the secret manual of array formations given to him by Wang Qianshan, preparing to open up the Li Continent and the Northern Region.
With only five or six days left until the two summer tournaments, Chen Futu stopped practicing the Enlightenment Formation and began to adjust his condition in all aspects.
Wang Qianshan sensed something was wrong. "Kid, judging by your posture, are you planning to pick a fight?"
Chen Futu said, "Someone is trying to harm me, so isn't this just me preparing in advance?"
"Call me! I'm a great sage, protecting you won't be a problem."
"not necessarily."
"Huh? You've offended an ancient sage?"
Wang Qianshan's eyes widened in astonishment.
Chen Futu was both amused and exasperated, and joked, "Perhaps a quasi-emperor will come to kill me."
"gab!"
Wang Qianshan didn't believe it at all.
The Emperor-level experts are unseen, so who would be so bored as to bother with a mere Martial Venerable? Moreover, the idea that killing a Martial Venerable would make it easy to easily defeat a Saint is an exaggeration.
Chen Futu shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.
In fact, Wang Qianshan had noticed something was wrong recently. The duel between the two sects was scheduled for Feixia Mountain, the border between the two sects. Generally speaking, it is common for sects to hold a grand competition, and elders and disciples from both sides would often attend. However, recently, many powerful forces have gathered in Giant Wood City, including Saint Kings and even Great Saints. A strange atmosphere has indeed spread.
After much deliberation, Wang Qianshan told Cai Die about it. Cai Die frowned and asked, "You mean someone wants to kill that little guy?"
"He said that an ancient sage or even a quasi-emperor wants his life. What if it's true?"
“Emperor-level experts are unseen. Even if a powerful force wants to kill him, at most it would be a Great Saint or an Ancient Saint. Why don’t we inform that old guy and ask him to come out and help us if necessary?”
The old fellow that the colorful butterfly was talking about was none other than Xi Daoren, the ancient sage of Zilu Academy.
Xi Daoren secluded himself in seclusion for many years, detached from worldly affairs, making it very difficult to meet him.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Qianshan and Cai Die went to the depths of the Zilu Academy.
The two did not see Xi Daoren, but they heard his voice: "I know why you have come. This matter involves a great deal. Do you want to take sides with that kid? If you make the wrong choice, Zilu Academy may be doomed."
These words startled the two of them.
Wang Qianshan hurriedly said, "No way, no matter how much trouble a guy can cause, how big of a mess can he possibly make?"
“Qianshan, this matter is not as simple as you think. The child is entangled in a web of karma, which is far-reaching. At that time, a big shot from Zhongzhou may be involved.”
"A big shot from Zhongzhou?"
Cai Die and Wang Qianshan looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Only those at the Emperor level or higher could be called great figures by the ancient sages!
Even if a Quasi-Emperor at the first level were to appear, it would still be extremely terrifying.
Xi Daoren sighed, "That's why I'm letting you decide for yourselves whether or not to help him."
Wang Qianshan and Cai Die fell silent.
If an ordinary force causes trouble, even if an ancient saint comes out, it's not a big deal; the Purple Dew Academy can handle it. But if a quasi-emperor comes, there's no way to fight them. They are beings that all living beings look up to, and they can destroy an entire realm with a single palm strike.
Seeing that the two were hesitant, Xi Daoren said, "You have a few more days to think it over, and give me your answer then."
"Yes."
The two men left their ancestral home, their expressions still grim.
They wanted to protect Chen Futu, but it would be a lie to say they weren't afraid when it involved a quasi-emperor level expert.
Time flew by, and it was the day before the competition began. Zilu Academy was about to set off for Feixia Mountain.
Chen Futu summoned Qin Hao and Ling Xue.
In the past six months, the two have made great progress. Qin Hao is just one step away from becoming a Martial Venerable, while Ling Xue has reached the late stage of Martial Venerable.
"As I said before, I don't want you to sign up for the competition, so you two should just stay in the academy."
"But Master, we've already registered..."
Qin Hao scratched his head guiltily.
Chen Futu immediately frowned, "You all disobey Master's words?"
"No, Master, we just wanted to broaden our horizons, that's why..."
Ling Xue stepped forward and tugged at Chen Futu's sleeve, looking as if she knew she had done something wrong.
Seeing their expressions, Chen Futu sighed helplessly, "Fine, if you're going to participate, then participate. But I must warn you, this competition between the two sects is not so simple. Remember, if anything unexpected happens, hide and do not fight. Do you understand?"
"An accident? Master, what kind of accident could happen in the grand competition between the two sects?"
"No need to ask any more questions, just follow orders."
"Yes, Master, we have remembered."
Qin Hao and Ling Xue sensed that something was wrong with their master; he exuded a murderous aura that sent chills down their spines.
Next, the three of them boarded the academy's flying boat, a treasure powered by a special energy source that could carry people for short distances. Such treasures were standard equipment for sects and forces, but their drawbacks were that they consumed too much energy, had a slow flight speed, and could not fly for long periods of time.
"Hehe, so the three of you really did participate."
Wang Fugui appeared out of nowhere, grinning and still with that same carefree attitude.
His cultivation level is similar to Qin Hao's, only one step away from entering the Martial Venerable realm, which shows that Wang Qianshan has invested a lot of resources in him.
Of course, he cared most about Ling Xue. He took some pastries and brought them to Ling Xue, who was resting with her eyes closed, calling her "Sister Xue'er" repeatedly. Ling Xue's eyebrows twitched wildly, and she wished she could punch him.
Qin Hao didn't seem to care about this, as if he only had the feelings of a senior brother and junior sister towards Ling Xue.
The Purple Dew Academy dispatched quite a few disciples and elders this time, totaling one or two hundred people on the entire ship. Wang Qianshan and Cai Die were both present, and even two Saint Kings accompanied them.
Wang Qianshan and Caidie's eyes were fixed on Chen Futu. They hadn't made up their minds yet, so they were still in a dilemma.
Compared to the dilemma of the two, Chen Futu himself appeared very calm, keeping his eyes down and not saying a word the whole way.
Before long, the flying boat arrived at the Feixia Mountain Range.
When they arrived, the disciples of Zilu Academy were taken aback. The entire Feixia Mountain Range was teeming with people. It's no exaggeration to say that there were a dozen or so large and small forces that came, plus those who came to watch the excitement, the number was at least over ten thousand.
While there are always people coming to watch the sect competitions over the years, none have ever been this exaggerated.
Seeing this scene, Wang Qianshan and Caidie looked solemn. They finally believed what Chen Futu and Xi Daoren had said, and it seemed that something big was about to happen.
"We've arrived at Purple Dew Academy!"
The airship came to a stop, and someone shouted, instantly drawing the attention of countless people to it.
Those powerful figures from various factions swept their gloomy gazes over every disciple of the Purple Dew Academy, as if trying to identify something.