Rebel of the Immortal Sect

Chen Ganliu naturally had no Nine-Turn Jade Spirit Pill in his possession, but why did he need one?

As long as someone was competing for the business, he could naturally drive the price up.

To add a little more intimidation, he had even deliberately released the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade, hanging it above his head. Normally, this Immortal Flying Blade stood upright in its sheath, but this time it had been drawn, its blade-light flashing and swallowing, like a golden rainbow tearing through lightning.

Even though Chen Ganliu was only at the Second Layer of Qi Condensation, having boiled liquid into qi, who would dare underestimate him with the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade above his head? Everyone would assume that his cultivation was simply too deep to see through.

When the two Daoists saw Chen Ganliu appear, slight alarm showed on their faces, and they hurriedly said, "Fairy Nan, we agreed on this. You can't go back on your word!"

When Nan Shiheng saw Chen Ganliu, her expression grew complicated. She did not turn hostile, merely saying indifferently, "How do you wish to make the trade?"

Chen Ganliu said blandly, "Let's discuss it somewhere else!"

The two Daoists immediately panicked. They did not understand this commercial tactic of "luring the tiger out of its lair"; they only thought Chen Ganliu truly wanted to trade, and hurriedly called out, "Fairy Nan, we agreed long ago!"

Chen Ganliu chuckled. "I've been listening for quite some time. The original price was settled, but you were the ones who went back on it. Since that's the case, why not let me handle this deal?"

The two Daoists hurriedly said, "When did we ever go back on it?"

"Ten Nine-Turn Jade Spirit Pills for one Immortal Sword. The price is firm."

Chen Ganliu drew a deep breath. He remembered the Flying Sword his senior apprentice-sister had once shown him. It had been ordinary enough, and at the time he had thought that even a Golden Core Great Cultivator was nothing special, not even possessing a decent Flying Sword. Now he understood: it was not that Nan Shiheng had no good Flying Sword. It was that, for the sake of her friend's injuries, she had been extorted out of it.

If his cultivation had been sufficient, he truly wanted to beat these two bastards to death.

He naturally knew that although the Nine-Turn Jade Spirit Pill was an excellent sacred medicine for healing injuries, how could it compare with an Immortal Flying Sword?

Let alone ten pills—even thirty or fifty would not equal one Flying Sword.

Flying Swords were truly priceless treasures with no market. Those brought out for sale were all inferior goods.

But how could Nan Shiheng's Flying Sword be that sort of thing?

Chen Ganliu smiled faintly. "Get lost!"

He exhaled a breath of true qi onto the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade. The golden rainbow of the Immortal Flying Blade surged violently, suddenly expanding.

Chen Ganliu secretly sighed in embarrassment. How could he possibly have the ability to control this Immortal Flying Blade?

Yet the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade was remarkably cooperative, actually giving him plenty of face and displaying its baleful might!

The two Daoists exchanged a glance, both revealing alarm. Chen Ganliu's cultivation seemed not to be high, but this Flying Sword carried a fearsome blade intent, its icy frost piercing to the bone. The two Daoists reckoned that they absolutely could not withstand a single strike from the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade. Seeing that Chen Ganliu had truly grown furious, they did not dare say another word and turned to leave.

Nan Shiheng did not stop them either. Only after a long while did she say indifferently, "Do you truly have the Nine-Turn Jade Spirit Pill?"

Chen Ganliu sighed. "No!"

Nan Shiheng raised her brow slightly, and a murderous aura immediately burst forth.

Chen Ganliu could only brace himself and say, "But I know how to save my master."

Nan Shiheng was stunned for a long while before asking, "Who exactly is your master?"

Chen Ganliu gazed at Nan Shiheng, his heart filled with countless tangled emotions, but he knew he had made it past one hurdle.

His senior apprentice-sister from his previous life had no intention of killing him, so they could at least exchange a few words.

Chen Ganliu did not hide anything either. He slightly altered the account of his origins; after all, there was no way to explain having lived three lifetimes and cultivated through two of them. He only said that, when he was young, an unnamed Daoist had taught him the Twelve Talisman Arts of the Mystic Gate. Later, wanting to seek an immortal opportunity, he had left home and gone to the Suiyang Immortal Market. There was no need to conceal what happened afterward.

Nan Shiheng listened with half-belief and half-doubt. She said coolly, "So you became a disciple of Yun Susu, and then another disciple of Yao Hanshan?"

"That makes you a rebel of the Immortal Sect. If the Green Leaf Sect finds out, they will certainly execute you."

"I won't capture this traitor on behalf of the Green Leaf Sect, but don't let me see you a second time."

Nan Shiheng used a spell to verify Chen Ganliu's words. Aside from the beginning, where some details were not entirely truthful, everything afterward was actually true. Yet even after verifying it with magic, she still could not bring herself to believe him. After all, Chen Ganliu's experiences were too fantastical. She even felt it more likely that his Demonic Cultivation Technique was profound enough to distort her spell than that he was telling the truth.

Whenever she felt that Chen Ganliu might be telling the truth, she would glance at the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade. Chen Ganliu did not know the blade's origins. Ever since Yao Hanshan defected, the Immortal Encounter Sect had tacitly stopped mentioning it, but how could Nan Shiheng not know?

Back then, the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade had stood alongside the Azure Luan as one of the world's seven famous blades. It was not only one of the seven Flying Swords guarding the Immortal Encounter Sect, but also the foremost of them—the Immortal Encounter Sect's number-one immortal weapon, brimming with spirituality.

Back then, the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade itself had chosen Yao Hanshan. If it had not acknowledged him as its master, this immortal weapon would never have fallen into Yao Hanshan's hands.

Anyone capable of making the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade acknowledge them as master had to be an unparalleled genius of the Dao. Whether it was Yao Hanshan back then or Daoist Yun, the previous master of the Mind-Wandering Zen Blade and Qing Xuanzi's eldest disciple, both had been the most outstanding geniuses of the Immortal Encounter Sect in a thousand years, their brilliance unmatched for a time.

Nan Shiheng also knew that Jiang Ningxue and Xie Zhanrou were at the Jade Tower Temple Posthouse. Her first reaction was to leave at once; if she delayed any longer, she would not get away. She was seriously wounded now and truly could not contend with these two Demonesses.

For all these reasons, Nan Shiheng had not attacked. After leaving behind a single sentence, she intended to find a way to escape. Chen Ganliu knew that his senior apprentice-sister might not believe him, and that he had said all this merely to set his mind at ease. Seeing that she was about to leave, he hurriedly said, "I heard that Qiu Sheng fell near Plum Blossom Mountain back then, but to this day, no one has found the place where he passed away."

"If we find the place where he passed away, we can obtain that set of White Sun Needles. These needles are not only endlessly useful against enemies; they are also the world's finest magical treasure for smoothing the meridians and expelling foreign true qi. Used to save someone, they are a rare treasure unparalleled beneath heaven."

Nan Shiheng said in a low voice, "Do you think I never considered that?"

"The Immortal Encounter Sect and the Jade Purity Feather Ascension Tower lineage both originated from the ancient Bronze Drum Sect. Do you think I don't know the uses of the White Sun Needles? Do I need you to tell me?"

Chen Ganliu drew a deep breath. "I know several locations."

Chen Ganliu had not come searching for the White Sun Needles blindly. Several decades later, a few rumors would emerge that had yet to appear at this time. He and his senior apprentice-sister had deduced them several times based on those rumors. The reason they had been able to roughly narrow down the possible place where Qiu Sheng had died was not that their deduction techniques were impressive, but that both of them suspected Qiu Sheng's corpse had long since been found and his remains taken away.

It was precisely because someone had already found it that some clues had leaked out.

The two of them had even suspected who might have taken Qiu Sheng's relics. But those people had never exposed themselves or used the magical treasures Qiu Sheng had stolen from the Jade Purity Feather Ascension Tower, so there was no way to confirm it.

At this point, being able to use this "hindsight" several decades in advance, Chen Ganliu still had quite a bit of confidence.

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