novelraw Chapter 211 : “Gift a Spirit Energy Cannon to my Little Junior Brother.”
Chapter 211 : “Gift a Spirit Energy Cannon to my Little Junior Brother.”
Chapter 211: “Gift a Spirit Energy Cannon to my Little Junior Brother.”
Water Dragon Island.
Real Person Xuan Shui, who was currently handling a demonic sect incursion, retrieved a Messaging Talisman from his storage pouch without even lifting his head, then infused it with spiritual energy.
Such matters—he dealt with dozens daily.
After all, over the past century, he had given out countless Messaging Talismans.
Even if every person only sent one message, he still had to receive an overwhelming amount each day.
Today was no different.
As soon as he infused spiritual energy into the talisman, a feeble voice echoed in his mind.
“Respected Sect Master, I, Feng Yichen… have returned.”
“You’ve returned, so be it. Why are you contacting me? Don’t even know who taught you, no sense of decorum whatsoever!”
Already somewhat irritable, Real Person Xuan Shui became even more frustrated upon receiving such a senseless message and instinctively wanted to crush the talisman.
But just as he raised his right hand, a sudden thought struck him.
“Feng Yichen… why does that name sound familiar?”
Frowning, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up.
“It’s him!”
Back then, Feng Yichen was the number one among the Qi Refining disciples of Water Dragon Sect, the one who led the group headed to Ghost Flood Dragon Lake in the Nine Nether Grotto-Heaven. Before their departure, Real Person Xuan Shui had even made an agreement with him—once he returned successfully, he would formally accept him as his disciple.
Unexpectedly, this very individual had allegedly died within the Nine Nether Grotto-Heaven.
The one who emerged alive with that item turned out to be Han Feiyu, a previously obscure name—now his current disciple.
Over the years, Han Feiyu, though possessing only a False Spiritual Root, had successfully established his foundation.
His cultivation progress had not been slow either. Not only had he reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, but his strength was formidable, even earning commendable ranks in matches against the other five great immortal sects.
He hadn’t brought disgrace to Real Person Xuan Shui.
Hence, Xuan Shui’s attitude toward him had shifted from mere acknowledgment to genuinely treating him as a personal disciple.
But now… Feng Yichen had returned.
What exactly had he experienced in Ghost Flood Dragon Lake?
It would’ve been one thing if he simply hadn’t died, but he had actually managed to escape from the Nine Nether Grotto-Heaven.
That place only opened once every eighty years. Before its appointed time, not even a Nascent Soul cultivator could force open its gates, let alone a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator.
So how did he get out?
At once, countless questions surfaced in Real Person Xuan Shui’s mind.
With so many doubts, he naturally had to question him in person. So he extended his divine sense into the talisman and asked, “Where are you now?”
A reply came quickly.
“Disciple has just returned from Blackwater Lake, currently on the western side of Water Dragon Sect.”
“Stay where you are—I’m coming to you now.”
Immediately, a streak of golden light soared from Water Dragon Island, heading straight west.
Feng Yichen put away the Messaging Talisman and sat down on the spot, beginning to recover his spiritual energy. He had waited no longer than the time it takes to steep a cup of tea when a stream of light descended from the sky, landing before him.
“Feng Yichen, it really is you!”
Sensing the aura before him, Real Person Xuan Shui finally accepted the truth.
Feng Yichen hadn’t died and had returned from the Nine Nether Grotto-Heaven.
“Disciple Feng Yichen greets the Sect Master.”
Standing behind him, Feng Yichen bowed deeply to Real Person Xuan Shui, then rose with a face full of bitterness.
“Tell me, what exactly did you go through inside the Nine Nether Grotto-Heaven? Why did Han Feiyu say you died, yet here you are now?” Xuan Shui asked.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Yichen spoke bluntly:
“The one who tried to kill me… was none other than Han Feiyu.”
“What? Han Feiyu tried to kill you?”
Real Person Xuan Shui was slightly surprised, but not overly so. In the Nine Nether Grotto-Heaven, harming fellow sect members wasn’t uncommon—in fact, it was rather frequent.
He was only surprised because it involved his own disciple.
“Exactly.”
“Explain everything in detail. What exactly happened?”
With a wave of his hand, several restrictions appeared around them, sealing off all external probes.
“Yes.”
Feng Yichen then recounted every detail of his experiences inside the Nine Nether Grotto-Heaven.
Starting with gaining nothing at Ghost Flood Dragon Lake, teaming up with Han Feiyu to rob members of the Beast Taming Sect, then later being gravely injured and ambushed by Han Feiyu, who seized his external spiritual root.
He went on to say that, believing himself doomed, he had jumped into Ghost Flood Dragon Lake—only to stumble upon a rare earthly treasure. After consuming it, he partially restored his spiritual root and spent several years cultivating within, eventually discovering a hidden passage that allowed him to escape from the Nine Nether Grotto-Heaven.
Xuan Shui’s first reaction upon hearing this was: “This passage you speak of—can one still enter through it?!”
That Real Person Xuan Shui was more interested in whether the passage could be used again than his disciple’s survival didn’t surprise Feng Yichen. He honestly replied:
“Disciple did not dare risk re-entering. After escaping, I hurried back to the sect.”
“Do you still remember its exact location?”
“Yes. It's at the bottom of Blackwater Lake.”
“Good!”
Real Person Xuan Shui nodded softly, then asked, “So you’re saying Han Feiyu not only refused to save you but kicked you while you were down—and stole your spiritual root?”
“Correct.”
“If that’s true, the sect will surely uphold justice for you!”
Real Person Xuan Shui had the resolve. If this was indeed true, he would absolutely make Han Feiyu a cautionary example to cleanse the sect's reputation.
“Come with me back to the sect.”
A while later—
On Water Dragon Island, having changed into clean robes and taken pills to recover, Feng Yichen now stood behind Real Person Xuan Shui. Apart from being a bit thinner, he appeared no different from how he had been back then.
The two waited in the main hall for half an hour before a flying boat landed outside.
Soon after, Han Feiyu stepped inside. “Master, you summoned me?”
But as soon as he entered and saw who was present, Han Feiyu froze in place, eyes locked onto Feng Yichen.
One word at a time, he said:
“Feng Yichen… you’re still alive?!”
“Thanks to your ‘blessing,’ I nearly died.”
Feng Yichen smiled, hands tucked in his sleeves.
“Enough.”
Real Person Xuan Shui, having observed Han Feiyu’s reaction, could already guess the truth. Yet to be thorough, he solemnly asked, “Feng Yichen has already explained everything to me.”
“Han Feiyu, do you admit to harming a fellow disciple inside the Nine Nether Grotto-Heaven?”
A flash of regret and unwillingness flickered in Han Feiyu’s eyes.
“Hm?”
Real Person Xuan Shui’s voice deepened.
Only then did Han Feiyu, with great difficulty, raise his hands and bow, “Disciple… admits guilt.”
“Admitting guilt is good!”
Real Person Xuan Shui pointed at Han Feiyu, and a chain shot out from his sleeve, binding his personal disciple tightly.
“Though you are my disciple, violating sect rules is not excusable. Someone! Escort Han Feiyu to the Disciplinary Hall for judgment!”
Two Foundation Establishment cultivators immediately entered and took the bound Han Feiyu away from the grand hall.
“That’s enough. You may return for now. Once this matter is settled, the sect will compensate you.”
After speaking, Real Person Xuan Shui took out a Messaging Talisman and muttered a few words into it.
“I’ve already contacted Hatchling Dragon Hall. They’ll assign you new quarters.”
“Yes. Disciple… thanks the Sect Master.”
Seeing Feng Yichen about to kneel in gratitude, Real Person Xuan Shui reached out to stop him. “No need for excessive courtesy. Go.”
“Disciple takes his leave.”
After exiting the main hall of Water Dragon Island, Feng Yichen took a deep breath and slightly raised his head, as if embracing a new life after surviving a great ordeal.
After briefly venting his joy, he summoned his flying boat and departed from Water Dragon Island, heading straight west toward Hatchling Dragon Island.
Everything… seemed normal.
But Feng Yichen remained highly vigilant in his heart. Something felt wrong—very wrong.
Because things had gone far too smoothly—beyond his expectations.
According to how things should’ve unfolded, Han Feiyu would deny the charges, then the two of them would argue. At the critical moment, Feng Yichen would expose Han Feiyu as a remnant of Shang Court, prompting Real Person Xuan Shui to act. If that “Qu Old Demon” was defeated, all would be settled.
If Real Person Xuan Shui couldn’t win, he could then call upon Water Dragon Sect’s Supreme Elder, and together they’d capture Qu Old Demon.
At that point, he could avenge his great grudge without lifting a finger.
Of course, that would’ve been the best-case scenario.
A slightly worse outcome would be him surrendering to Water Dragon Sect, using his accumulated strength to trade with the Supreme Elder in order to suppress and kill Qu Old Demon.
And the worst? Both of them getting killed by Water Dragon Sect’s Nascent Soul old monster.
But that possibility was slim. Should they really meet that Nascent Soul cultivator, Feng Yichen was confident he wouldn’t be willing to kill him.
A guaranteed, mutually beneficial transaction was enough to keep him alive.
But no matter how much he calculated, Feng Yichen hadn’t foreseen the current situation. Could it be that Qu Old Demon wasn’t possessing Han Feiyu?
Impossible. Han Feiyu had retrieved that treasure—Qu Old Demon was definitely following him.
So where had it gone wrong?
If Han Feiyu had truly been sent to the Disciplinary Hall, his chances of surviving were slim to none… Even if, against all odds, Qu Old Demon wasn’t with Han Feiyu and later left with someone else, Han Feiyu wouldn’t have accepted his fate so passively.
At the very least, he should’ve resisted.
Feng Yichen couldn’t figure out where the problem lay.
But since he couldn’t figure it out… he ran!
To hell with everything—better to flee quickly.
The enemy lurked in the shadows, while he was exposed in the light.
He absolutely couldn’t sit and wait to die. Vengeance would have to wait for another time.
Just as Feng Yichen turned to leave, he suddenly noticed that someone had silently appeared behind him.
It was a woman veiled in white gauze. She stood elegantly behind him and spoke softly, “Old Demon Situ, we’re all eating from the same pot. If you don’t want to eat, fine—but why flip the whole pot?”
Feng Yichen looked at her silently.
The woman continued, “That crazy woman is already stirring up storms in Western Shang. If we keep fighting… we’ll die at her hands again. And this time, we’ll truly die.”
“She’s going to succeed?”
Feng Yichen finally couldn’t help but speak.
“If we don’t stop her, she will.”
“……”
“Little Junior Brother, do you know our Yun Family’s status in Linhai City?”
As they approached Linhai City, Yun Qianzai slowed his flying boat slightly and moved alongside Feng Zhi Tao’s, asking Ji Yuan.
“It must be transcendent and unparalleled.”
Since they needed Yun Qianzai’s help for this journey, Ji Yuan wasn’t stingy with his flattery.
Yun Qianzai stood at the bow with his hands behind his back. “Not quite that much. It’s just that every drop of rain that falls in Linhai City… bears the Yun name.”
Ji Yuan: “Hiss!!”
Feng Zhi Tao weighed the Sound Recording Pearl in her hand. “When we return to the sect, I’ll deliver this to the Patriarch Hall and let the elders take a look. Seems Linhai City is planning to form its own sect.”
“Third Junior Sister, you—!”
Hearing that, Yun Qianzai abruptly turned around, pointing at Feng Zhi Tao in fury.
Seeing the two about to argue again, Ji Yuan quickly interrupted, “Linhai City… we’ve arrived.”
This was Ji Yuan’s first time seeing the vast and majestic Linhai City. One glance was enough to understand why a Golden Core Real Person from Water Dragon Sect permanently resided here.
Before them—on the left lay the endless sea of the Falling Star River, and to the right stretched Linhai City, equally boundless. Only the distant sky marked the boundary between sea and sky.
Linhai City was larger than any city Ji Yuan had ever seen.
Even larger than Great Love City.
Perhaps noticing Ji Yuan’s awe-struck gaze, Feng Zhi Tao took the chance to explain, “There are many overseas forces as well. Like us Water Dragon Sect, they occupy islands. Most were founded by Foundation Establishment cultivators, but a few were founded by Golden Core Real Persons.”
“And Linhai City is where we trade with them. They bring countless sea beast cultivation materials, and we offer them spirit stones and pills in return—a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
Ji Yuan nodded slightly while hearing Yun Qianzai’s voice transmission in his mind.
“Little Junior Brother, it’s a pity we brought Third Junior Sister this time. Otherwise, I’d have let you experience the pleasure of mermaids… Next time, it’ll just be the two of us.”
Ji Yuan glanced at Yun Qianzai from the corner of his eye.
He stood perfectly still, hands behind his back, as if he hadn’t said a word.
Hypocritical bastard, lecher in a scholar’s robes… Ji Yuan replied via voice transmission, “Next time for sure!”
Ji Yuan had assumed the Yun Family would reside inside Linhai City, but unexpectedly, Yun Qianzai led them around the city and finally stopped at a massive fortress made of many interconnected buildings near the coast.
Yun Family Fortress.
Called a fortress, but it was essentially a small city.
Roughly the same size as the Hongye City Ji Yuan had visited before.
“The Yun Family also had a Golden Core Real Person among their ancestors,” Feng Zhi Tao suddenly said.
Yun Qianzai’s flying boat edged slightly ahead. Though he didn’t speak, his intent was clear—he would become the Yun Family’s next Golden Core Real Person!
Though it was a bit pretentious, Ji Yuan wasn’t surprised at his potential to form a Golden Core.
Yun Qianzai… had the talent and strength.
As they pondered, the two flying boats arrived at the Yun Family Fortress. Ji Yuan then noticed a crowd waiting at the entrance, including several Foundation Establishment cultivators.
“Second Senior Brother knew we were coming and notified the Yun Family Fortress in advance. Since it’s your first visit, expect a grand welcome.”
Just as Feng Zhi Tao’s voice transmission reached Ji Yuan’s mind, several Qi Refining cultivators set off fireworks and firecrackers behind them.
A gray-haired man at the front chuckled and stepped forward, “I am Yun Family Patriarch Yun Wannian. Greetings, Fellow Daoists Feng and Ji.”
“That’s Second Senior Brother’s father,” Feng Zhi Tao explained via voice transmission again. Outwardly, she returned the greeting with a smile, “Greetings, Uncle Yun.”
Ji Yuan followed her lead and also paid his respects. At the same time, he sensed Yun Wannian’s cultivation—late Foundation Establishment stage, fairly respectable.
Under Yun Wannian’s introductions, Ji Yuan also met three Foundation Establishment cultivators behind him, all elders of Yun Qianzai—uncles and aunts.
One of them was even his second great-uncle.
After exchanging pleasantries, Yun Wannian led them into the residence. They crossed a major north-south avenue and a huge plaza before arriving at the Yun Family’s true main residence.
According to Feng Zhi Tao, the outer buildings housed the Yun Family’s branch members, while the core area was reserved for the main family.
Aside from the Li Family, the Yun Family was the largest cultivation clan Ji Yuan had seen.
Inside the main hall, Ji Yuan met the Yun Family’s true ancestor—a bald elder with white hair and beard and a kind face.
Yun Zhongtian.
Even Yun Qianzai had to step forward and salute him.
“We’re all family here, no need for such formality.”
Though Yun Zhongtian looked ancient, his eyes were sharp and bright. “May I ask how Senior Wangyou has been lately?”
“My master is doing well. Thank you for your concern, Patriarch Yun.”
In such formal settings, even Feng Zhi Tao dropped her usual casualness and became proper.
Ji Yuan did the same—there was no helping it. It was their first visit, and this was an old cultivation clan.
“That’s good. In that case, I won’t disturb you further.”
Yun Zhongtian smiled and faded away like mist, disappearing from the room.
Feng Zhi Tao sent a voice transmission to Ji Yuan, and together they stepped forward to present their gifts for the visit.
Ji Yuan offered pills, talismans, and demon cores worth about thirty middle-grade spirit stones—something he’d learned from Feng Zhi Tao.
After the greetings, it was time for the meal.
Separate portions.
Yun Family Patriarch Yun Wannian sat at the main seat, with Ji Yuan and his three senior siblings to his left, and the three Yun Family Foundation Establishment elders on the right.
The feast was extravagant—the appetizers were made from second-tier demon beast meat, specifically the finest parts.
Then came the main courses and finally fruits and desserts.
Ji Yuan estimated that his individual meal alone was worth over a hundred middle-grade spirit stones.
After the banquet, things became more relaxed. Spiritual fruits and seeds were brought out, and everyone chatted casually.
Most of the Yun Family members were bringing up topics, asking about the demonic sect rebellion.
Although the Yun Family was strong, it was still just a local power—no match for a giant like Water Dragon Sect. For some things, they still had to seek news from the sect.
After about half an hour of chatting, Yun Wannian seemed to suddenly recall something and turned to the upright Yun Qianzai.
“Qian’er, you said Fellow Daoist Ji came for a specific purpose. What is it?”
“Yes, if there's anything we can help with, just say the word. Fellow Daoist Ji’s matters are Yun Family’s matters!” said a burly man across the table.
Ji Yuan remembered—this was Yun Qianzai’s third uncle.
The one who had forced him to call an ancestor.
Just as Ji Yuan was about to speak, Yun Qianzai flicked his sleeve, stood up, and said casually:
“It’s nothing major. I just plan to gift a Spirit Energy Cannon to my Little Junior Brother.”