Floating Immortal Order

Chapter 138: I Originally Came to Recruit Disciples

Chapter 138: I Originally Came to Recruit Disciples

Xu Disheng bid farewell to Jin Yu and Xu Yan, then turned around and left the pavilion. He gazed at the expansive cityscape of Zhenhai City as the phantom image of the Yin Yang Diagram appeared beneath him.

But just as he was about to take off into the sky, a girl in a white dress appeared before him with a smile.

“Hey.”

Xu Disheng glanced at the extremely pretty girl out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t stop. The black and white radiance around him continued to grow brighter.

“This…!” Xu Qingcheng took out a wooden tile with a cute dog engraved on it. Its was sitting on its haunches, gazing ahead with an obedient, lovable look in its eyes.

Xu Disheng slowly drifted to the ground and took the wooden tile from her hands. As he closely examined it, a distracted look appeared in his eyes.

When he took the wooden tile from her hands, his hand had inadvertently touched hers in passing. Her fair complexion blushed red, adding an even greater charm to her appearance.

“Back in the day, you left this behind at Juying Hall. I happened to find it and have been holding onto it for you all this time,” Xu Qingcheng said with a gentle smile. As a Xiantian transcendent of the Xu Clan, she was beautiful but normally extremely aloof. Yet at this moment, she looked like a little girl as she spoke to Xu Disheng. “Well, looks like it’s returned to its rightful owner now.”

Xu Disheng put the wooden tile away, a hint of her delicate fragrance still lingering around him. “It was considerate of you,” he said.

He lowered his gaze, no longer looking at the girl in the white dress. The phantom image of the Yin Yang Diagram appeared beneath his feet once more, and he ascended into the sky. He flew off, leaving behind a trail of black and white light as he disappeared into the night.

The girl distractedly twirled a lock of her hair around her finger as the faint hint of expectation that had been hidden in her gaze gradually faded away into nothingness. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she muttered to herself, “What was I even expecting?”

She absentmindedly watched the black and white trail of light in the sky, feeling a bit dazed.

… …

“Aunt, Sister Yan, what did you summon me here so urgently for? Did you have something to tell me?” Jin Wuyou said, bowing politely outside the pavilion before entering.

“Wuyou, did you see Sheng’er?” Jin Yu asked gently. It was possible to tell from her tone that she had been crying moments earlier, although her complexion had improved a lot.

“I saw him,” Jin Wuyou said, surveying the surroundings as he tried and failed to figure out her intent in asking this. “Where is Eleventh Brother?”

Since Xu Disheng was the eleventh son of Xu Xiao, Jin Wuyou referred to him as his proper title among the Xu Clan and Jin Clan, which was Eleventh Brother.

Jin Yu took a silk handkerchief and softly dabbed at her eyes. “He already left.”

“Huh?! He left so soon? From the moment he returned to the moment he left, it wasn’t even two hours,” Jin Wuyou exclaimed in surprise as he roughly calculated the time.

“It’s fine. If he leaves, he leaves. In the end, it wasn’t possible to make him stay,” Jin Yu said, retrieving a blue longsword from behind her. “This was something that your Eleventh Brother wanted to give to you for your protection. He said that this sword would be able to cut any Xiantian transcendent.”

Jin Wuyou was even more dumbstruck. He didn’t even remember interacting with Xu Disheng at all just now, but this sword… it could slay Xiantians? But if it was his Eleventh Brother saying so, it had to be trustworthy.

Next to her, Xu Yan spoke. “Brother said that this is a Spirit Tool. He said that he had plenty of them, and even though you won’t be able to display its full might, it would be more than sufficient for your protection.”

“I understand, Sister Yan,” Jin Wuyou said, giving a polite bow after taking the sword. “Thank you Big Brother and Aunt for giving me this treasure.”

Even by the time Jin Wuyou arrived at home, he still couldn’t wrap his head around why Xu Disheng had given him this big of a treasure.

He had tested its might on the way back, and it seemed capable of far more than just killing Xiantians! He was an ordinary Houtian stage martial artist, and a casual swipe of the blue sword unleashed several icy cold sword lights that traveled over 30 meters out.

Not to mention those Xiantian transcendents, Jin Wuyou was confident that as long as he had this sword, he would even be able to put up a fight against those Daoist Lords who were revered as legends.

… …

Xu Disheng was flying among the clouds and mist. Beneath the pale moonlight, his eyes seemed even colder than the night.

At this moment, Jin Qingzhao was wasting his life away in a hedonistic manner within the Jin Clan’s ancestral domain. He had no idea that the incomplete Martial Treasure that he had gifted his little sister’s only child over ten years ago had allowed him to buy several hundreds of years of prosperity for the Jin Clan.

In Youyang City in the You Province…

Almost all of the citizens of the city had seen the sky-shattering black and white profound light, which momentarily stopped over the Youyang Dao Palace before leaving once more, casting powerful reflections and shadows in its wake.

Only the few people at the highest level of power in the city knew a bit about what was happening. But they all tacitly took the same action, keeping their lips tightly sealed and not divulging the slightest bit of information.

“Sheng’er, you actually managed to acquire a Magic Treasure like this in only several years’ time…?” Daoist Lord Qingxin said with an emotional sigh as he stood atop the phantom image of the Yin Yang Diagram.

As the outer disciple of Zhuri Mountain Range back in the day, Daoist Lord Qingxin didn’t even have a single Spirit Tool. He was incredibly poor.

Laying eyes on a Magic Treasure that he had only heard of in rumors made him feel happy for Xu Disheng, if not a bit envious, even with his temperament.

Xu Disheng simply said, “If you like it, I can give it to you, master.”

Qingxin shook his head. “People like me are just here to recruit disciples for the sect. You shouldn’t call me master anymore,” he said, looking down at the Yin Yang Diagram beneath him. “Asking something like that of you would be even more improper. I’m not someone who would forget favors and betray trust.”

Standing next to him was a white-clothed youth called Zhang Yun. He was a disciple that Qingxin had taken in, and had Grade 2 Profound Meridians. He needed to bring him to the Grand Chu Imperial City to attend the unified sect entry exam.

Xu Disheng’s main purpose was to bring Qingxin back, but if there was a disciple to recruit, he couldn’t simply return empty-handed.

After all, Secret Realms Envoy Wei Yuanwei and the other intermediary disciple, Xing Xing, were waiting for him at the Grand Chu Imperial City.

The Yin Yang Diagram was extremely fast. On the way, Xu Disheng saw some people from the Dao Palaces of other Provinces.

They were riding on Spirit Clouds or longsword Spirit Tools. Compared to the speed of the three people aboard the Yin Yang Diagram, the other people were remarkably slow.

To them, the Yin Yang Diagram was just a streak of black and white as it swept across the sky and disappeared off into the distance without a trace.

At this moment, Xu Yan had stealthily pulled Ye Zhaixing aside into a pavilion and took out several things to hand to him. “Big Brother said that you had Grade 3 Profound Meridians and could cultivate. These things were from him. You hold onto them.”

What she didn’t tell him was that she had personally pleaded for these things from Xu Disheng for his sake.

Given Xu Disheng’s indifferent temperament, it hadn’t been a big matter to him. He simply handed her several things.

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