Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge, before the sect's Grand Formation.
Wukong stood before the Grand Formation. A light breeze stirred around him, parting the flowers nearby and carrying their fragrance toward him.
He looked at the Mountain-Guarding Grand Array, through which spiritual power slowly circulated, and saw its foundation at a glance-an array great sects used to intercept spirit veins.
There might have been quite a few changes to the details, but its essence was the same.
Such methods of intercepting spirit veins were closely guarded secrets of the great sects.
All the Eighteen Immortal Sects possessed such means. Keeping them secret naturally meant not passing them on outside the Eighteen Immortal Sects, and all eighteen had signed that clause.
Chu Xingchen had initially been said to be one of the Heavenly Derivation Sect's hidden prodigies. Later, he had seemed to have a very good relationship with the Profound Clarity Heavenly Sect as well.
Later still, word spread that Chu Xingchen had founded his own sect, independent of the Eighteen Immortal Sects.
One look at this Grand Formation convinced Wukong that this was pure nonsense.
Surely Chu Xingchen could not have developed a Grand Formation like this all by himself?
Wukong watched the circulating Grand Formation. These days, people always liked twisting and turning things, leaving others to guess and puzzle them out.
Sensing something, Wukong withdrew his gaze and looked straight ahead.
A streak of rainbow light arrived in the blink of an eye, and a flood dragon transformed into human form, sporting two horns on her head.
Qinghe looked him up and down, her tone wary and puzzled.
"You're that Buddhist Child or whatever? Who are you here to see?"
Wukong pressed his palms together in greeting. "I have come to seek your sect leader, Chu Xingchen."
"You know