A Kind-Hearted Ji Hongwen

If a talented young man joined the Qiankun Violet Cloud Palace, then with talent, hard work, and a bit of luck, he could cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm, unite the other two great sects, gather all three tokens, open the secret realm, receive the teachings of its founder Zhang Dao, obtain a fragmentary Tribulation Transcendence cultivation manual from a top-grade sect, and successfully cultivate to Spirit Transformation.

If he were a little luckier, he could join a top-grade sect, complete the manual, and from then on soar to success, becoming a Tribulation Transcendence powerhouse.

Of course, all of this depended on there actually being a talented young man—and not some old monster like Venerable Wuji, who had spent ages pretending to be one.

Lu Yang's thoughts returned to the present. He silently watched the scene before him.

Zhang Dao knelt on the ground, banging his head vigorously. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have stolen anything. Your Excellency, please be magnanimous and let me go!"

Zhang Dao had never dreamed that stealing a single cultivation manual—and so long ago, at that—would bring a major figure like Venerable Wuji all the way here to find him.

Zhang Dao was barely a hundred years old. Before he had even begun cultivating, Venerable Wuji had already been a lofty Tribulation Transcendence expert, an unparalleled powerhouse he could never hope to reach in his lifetime.

Was there something wrong with this cultivation manual? Did it hide a secret so tempting that even someone at Tribulation Transcendence would covet it?

Zhang Dao couldn't make sense of it.

Venerable Wuji sighed softly. "All right, get up. Your true body is already dead. What remains here is only a wisp of divine sense. What's the point of punishing a divine sense that won't last much longer?"

"Thank you,