Taihua Mountain, Yunxiao Cave.
Chijingzi sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes half-closed.
The next moment, Chijingzi abruptly opened his eyes and looked toward the cave entrance, his voice cold.
"Who dares trespass in my Yunxiao..."
Before he could finish, a streak of golden light shot in from outside the cave.
The golden light faded, revealing a bloodied figure before Chijingzi.
"Huanglong Zhenren?!"
Chijingzi was stunned. He could hardly believe his eyes.
Huanglong Zhenren looked utterly wretched. His tattered Daoist robe was soaked through with blood, and his left arm hung limply at his side.
But the worst injury was the bloody gash that stretched from his shoulder all the way down to his waist.
"Senior Brother..."
Huanglong Zhenren glanced at Chijingzi. He had barely begun to speak when his strength gave out, and he passed out.
Chijingzi grimaced. He had no choice but to take out his Healing Pills and feed them to Huanglong Zhenren, then channel his magic power to treat his wounds.
More than half an hour later, Huanglong Zhenren woke up.
"What happened?"
Chijingzi hurriedly asked.
At the mention of it, a boundless hatred flared in Huanglong Zhenren's eyes.
"Senior Brother, you must help me get revenge!"
"I came across an Xuanling Fruit by chance, but someone else snatched it away and left me gravely injured!"
Naturally, he couldn't tell the truth about where the Xuanling Fruit had come from.
If others learned of this, it would only invite further complications.
At this, Chijingzi's eyes lit up.
The Xuanling Fruit's cultivation benefits and insights might not do much for him, a Taiyi Golden Immortal, but the Xuanlinghua could calm the mind and aid cultivation.
"Who would dare be so bold as to leave you in this state?"
At Chijingzi's question, Huanglong Zhenren immediately began to answer.
"He..."
But when the words reached his lips, he didn't know what to say.
Only then did he realize that he had no idea who Lu Changsheng was.
He didn't even know Lu Changsheng's name.
"He what? Who was it?!"
Chijingzi was getting impatient.
"He never revealed his identity. I'd never seen him before, either."
Huanglong Zhenren's answer left Chijingzi dumbfounded.
Someone had beaten him to this state, and he still didn't know who it was?
Could anything be more absurd?
"Fine, fine. Not knowing his name doesn't matter. What was his cultivation level? A Taiyi Golden Immortal?"
In Chijingzi's view, anyone strong enough to defeat Huanglong Zhenren and bold enough to attack him couldn't be some nobody.
As long as he knew the opponent's cultivation level, he could narrow down the possibilities and make a rough guess.
Huanglong Zhenren hesitated, then shook his head.
"A Daluo Golden Immortal?!"
Chijingzi frowned slightly.
This was getting tricky.
He had wanted to get the Xuanlinghua from the other man, but he couldn't beat a Daluo Golden Immortal, either.
Yet Huanglong Zhenren shook his head again, his expression growing even more troubled.
"Don't tell me it was a Quasi-Saint Mighty."
Chijingzi was beginning to think this was ridiculous.
What would a Quasi-Saint want with an Xuanling Fruit?
"He was a Heavenly Immortal."
Huanglong Zhenren finally spoke.
"So, a Heavenly Immortal. You should've said so earlier—"
Chijingzi's voice trailed off. Then it suddenly dawned on him, and he glared at Huanglong Zhenren.
"What did you say? Say it again. What was his cultivation level?!"
"A Heavenly Immortal..."
Huanglong Zhenren repeated himself.
Chijingzi's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
He'd thought it was absurd enough that Huanglong Zhenren had been beaten this badly without knowing who his opponent was.
But now came something even more absurd.
Huanglong Zhenren, a Golden Immortal, had been beaten to this state by a Heavenly Immortal?!
"Huanglong, don't ever call yourself a Chan Sect Disciple again."
Chijingzi couldn't bear the humiliation, and neither could the Chan Sect.
Huanglong Zhenren was furious, but at the same time, he felt a surge of relief.
He'd originally wanted to go to his Master.
But Lu Changsheng's words had reminded him that, whatever the reason, the fact remained that he'd lost to a Heavenly Immortal.
If he went to Yu Xu Palace, he couldn't imagine how his Master would punish him.
But he still wanted revenge, so he could only turn to a fellow disciple.
"Senior Brother, he wasn't an ordinary Heavenly Immortal."
Huanglong Zhenren tried to explain.
"However extraordinary he was, he was still a Heavenly Immortal. You lost to a Heavenly Immortal..."
"He had a Xiantian Lingbao!"
Huanglong Zhenren cut Chijingzi off.
Chijingzi froze, staring at Huanglong Zhenren in disbelief.
"You're sure it was a Xiantian Lingbao?!"
"I'm sure!"
Huanglong Zhenren enunciated every word.
Now Chijingzi was interested.
A Heavenly Immortal wielding a Xiantian Lingbao?
Interesting.
"Tell me everything that happened, from beginning to end."
Chijingzi said.
Huanglong Zhenren recounted what had happened.
"If I hadn't been injured by that Xuan Sha Mang, he couldn't have beaten me so easily, even with a Xiantian Lingbao!"
Chijingzi furrowed his brows.
He'd asked Huanglong Zhenren to recount everything in hopes of finding some clue to the other man's identity.
After all, finding a Taiyi Golden Immortal or a Daluo Golden Immortal in Honghuang was relatively easy, but finding a Heavenly Immortal was incredibly difficult.
Yet in Huanglong Zhenren's account, the other man hadn't revealed any distinctive Divine Abilities and Sorcery.
The only clue was the Ling Yun Jian.
But Chijingzi had never even heard of this Xiantian Lingbao called Ling Yun Jian.
"Think carefully. Was there really not a single clue to this man's identity?"
Chijingzi fixed his gaze on Huanglong Zhenren.
Huanglong Zhenren thought hard, but came up with nothing.
"Could you try divining his identity, Senior Brother?"
he suggested.
Chijingzi's eyes lit up.
Though he was a Taiyi Golden Immortal and nowhere near as capable as a Saint,
Lu Changsheng was only a Heavenly Immortal, after all.
Perhaps it was worth a try.
Chijingzi raised his right hand and began divining with his fingers.
If the man had been an ordinary Heavenly Immortal, Chijingzi might well have managed to glean something.
But Lu Changsheng had the system's help.
In Honghuang, it was common knowledge that a system could protect its Host from divination.
Not even a Saint could get past the system, let alone Chijingzi.
A moment later, Chijingzi stopped.
"I can't divine anything."
"How can that be? How could a mere Heavenly Immortal be so capable?"
"What am I supposed to do about my revenge?"
Huanglong Zhenren grew anxious.
Chijingzi replied calmly.
"Don't panic."
"As long as he's in Honghuang, I can find him. It's only a matter of time."
His methods were far beyond anything Huanglong Zhenren could manage.
He would have the Ling Yun Jian, no matter what!
"Please, Senior Brother, take action!"
Huanglong Zhenren was overjoyed.
"But let me make one thing clear first."
Chijingzi looked at Huanglong Zhenren.
"I'll have to pay a price to find this man."
"Once we've captured him, that Xiantian Lingbao will belong to me."
Huanglong Zhenren hesitated, but in the end, he nodded.
"As long as you leave him to me afterward, the Magic Treasure is yours, Senior Brother."
He would make Lu Changsheng pay!
"Also, don't let Guangchengzi or the others hear about this."
Chijingzi added a warning.
If the others learned that a Heavenly Immortal with a Xiantian Lingbao was in Honghuang, Chijingzi might not get the chance to claim it.
"Of course."
Huanglong Zhenren agreed without hesitation.
He didn't want any more people to find out he'd lost to a Heavenly Immortal.
"Then go back and recover first."
"I'll find a way to learn his identity!"
Chijingzi said gravely.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Senior Brother."
Huanglong Zhenren's face was twisted with hatred.
Once they captured Lu Changsheng, he would make him wish he were dead—and keep him from dying.
Meanwhile.
Lu Changsheng had finally returned to his cave abode from Lingganhu.
But he stopped in front of the cave.
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