I Shed Blood for My Master! I Earned Merits for My Master!

Xu Liguo chuckled, straightened his back with considerable pride, gave himself a thumbs-up, and said, "That's right, your grandpa Xu is a genius of unparalleled talent. Ascendant Realm the pinnacle is a piece of cake for me!"

Xu Liguo quickly realized his mistake and immediately knelt on the ground, hugging Luo Chuan's leg and crying, "Master... Master, I was wrong. Little Xu just spoke without thinking. I really know I was wrong..."

"I have shed blood for my master, I have rendered service to my master!"

Luo Chuan ignored Xu Liguo. Normally, Xu Liguo's personality would never allow him to cultivate peacefully. He might even find an opportunity to leave the Thunder Immortal World and become a king in a low-level cultivation star field in the Luotian Star Domain.

After all, this traitor is like that; he always wants to leave and become the master of that group of low-level cultivators.

Seeing that this troublesome figure remained silent, Xu Liguo curled his lip and thought to himself, "This damned troublesome figure, your Grandpa Xu has followed you for hundreds of years. Even if he hasn't done anything great, he has at least put in the effort. You should at least let me have some comfort."

"Master, do you think I can leave now?" Xu Liguo asked cautiously again.

"Noisy."

Luo Chuan coldly looked at Xu Liguo, naturally understanding what this guy wanted to do. Immediately, lightning emanated from between his brows and struck the latter's body.

Xu Liguo immediately let out a scream, knelt down, and grabbed Luo Chuan's leg, saying, "I was wrong, I was wrong, Master! Little Xu will never dare to do it again, Master, please spare my life!"

Luo Chuan drew his Immortal Sword, planted it in the ground, and said indifferently, "Go back. Do not come out without my order."

Xu Liguo stood up, feeling wronged, and cursed inwardly, "Damn you! All you do is bully your Grandpa Xu! One day, your Grandpa Xu will make you pound the ground!"

"What, you're still not convinced?" Luo Chuan asked coldly, looking at Xu Liguo, whose lips were twitching.

Upon hearing this, Xu Liguo realized he was likely to face punishment today, and immediately clung to Luo Chuan's leg, kowtowing and fawning:

"My lord, please rest assured. I, Xu Liguo, have always been loyal. I was indeed somewhat dissatisfied just now, but I will never dare to do it again. My lord, I will never betray you again. If I break this oath, may I, Xu Liguo, be pierced by ten thousand demons."

Seeing that Luo Chuan didn't continue speaking, Xu Liguo, who was kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "Your Master Xu is really smart. This devil is indeed only responsive to gentleness, not force."

"I can't be stubborn. I'll give in first and find a chance to leave later. After all, life is the most important thing. How can I live without life?"

Despite thinking this way, Xu Liguo still obediently entered the world of the Immortal Sword, fearing that he would offend the man in front of him and be beaten to a pulp.

Seeing that Xu Liguo had left, Luo Chuan put away his magic weapon again. With a slight thought, a deep blue attribute panel appeared in front of him.

[Host: Luo Chuan]

[Cultivation Level: Early Stage of the Jingnie Realm]

[Identity: Progenitor of the Hengyue Sect]

[Magic Items: Cloud Clear Flute, Luo God Sword, Dragon Cry Sword, Phoenix Cry Vermilion Bird Bow, Sword-Nurturing Gourd]

[Cave: Seven-Colored Cave Abode]

[Origin: Thunder]

[Techniques: Ancient God Art, Thunderclap Finger, True Eye of Delusion-Breaking Art, Dragon Cry Sonic Wave]

[Next Reward: The Source of Water]

Looking at the system information that popped up in front of him, Luo Chuan nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at the Yao Bingyun sisters in the room.

Yao Bingyun is currently still with her younger sister, Yao Mengyun. Normally, it would take Yao Mengyun at least thirty years to regain consciousness.

However, here, it only takes ten years, since one day outside is equivalent to three days here.

"It's time to go out."

With a slight movement of his divine sense, Luo Chuan appeared directly in the Thunder Immortal Palace outside.

There is still some time before the Immortal Conferment Ceremony at the Thunder Immortal Palace, but many powerful individuals at the Spirit Severing Realm have already arrived here, clearly all for this Immortal Conferment Ceremony assessment.

Deep within it lies the Scripture Depository.

Luo Chuan pushed open the long-sealed bronze door, and an ancient aura rushed out. The sound of the door hinges turning echoed in the empty hall, stirring up a few wisps of dust on the beams.

The Scripture Depository is extremely spacious, with a dome so high it seems to reach straight into the clouds.

The surrounding walls were inlaid with countless moonstones, emitting a soft glow that illuminated the vast space as if it were daytime.

Rows of rosewood bookshelves stood neatly arranged, each several meters high, densely packed with all sorts of books.

There are bamboo slips, jade slips, animal skin scrolls, and even ancient characters carved on tortoise shells.

The air was filled with the scent of ink and the aroma of time.

Between the bookshelves, wisps of golden immortal energy could occasionally be seen swirling, which were the protective restrictions spontaneously formed by high-level immortal technique manuals.

Luo Chuan extended his divine sense slightly and was able to feel the immense energy contained in these ancient texts, ranging from low-grade to mid-grade to high-grade, with some even faintly emanating a pressure exceeding that of the high-grade.

In the very center of the Scripture Depository, an elderly man with white hair sat cross-legged.

A phantom chessboard floated before him, with black and white pieces moving on their own without any human intervention, each move subtly embodying the principles of the universe.

The old man, holding a whisk, sometimes nodded and smiled, sometimes frowned in deep thought, as if he were engaged in a protracted game of chess with an unseen opponent.

Luo Chuan merely glanced at it indifferently, without going forward to disturb it, and turned to walk towards the nearest row of bookshelves, his fingertips lightly tracing over the well-preserved classics.

One of the books, "Thunder Sound Sword Art," caught his eye. He casually picked it up, flipped through a few pages, and found it to be a low-grade immortal technique that emphasized transforming thunder sound into a sword—quite ingenious. Luo Chuan shook his head slightly and put the book back in its place.

Luo Chuan continued walking forward, passing several rows of bookshelves, sometimes stopping to examine them, sometimes skipping over them.

The books here are indeed abundant, ranging from cultivation techniques to formations, from alchemy to weapon crafting, encompassing all kinds of rare treasures. However, Luo Chuan in coming here is not for these ordinary items.

Unbeknownst to him, he had walked to the deepest corner of the Scripture Depository.

The lighting here was dim, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the bookshelves, indicating that very few people ever set foot here.

Luo Chuan's gaze swept casually across the area, but in one of the most inconspicuous gaps, he spotted a tattered book.

The book was thin, and the cover was made of a material I had never seen before, neither paper nor silk, yet it presented nine dark colors interwoven together.

The corners of the book were curled up, and the edges were somewhat torn, as if it might turn to ashes at any moment.

Luo Chuan reached out and took it out, gently brushing away the dust on the surface. He saw four characters written in ancient seal script on the cover.

<Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm>

"Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm? I never imagined that besides my Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm, there would be a Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm..."