Chapter 344 - 164: When Your Time Comes, Heaven and Earth Lend Their Strength; If It Is Not Fated, Do Not Force It! Ten Thousand Laws True Inheritance, Chi Jing Daoist

Chapter 344: Chapter 164: When Your Time Comes, Heaven and Earth Lend Their Strength; If It Is Not Fated, Do Not Force It! Ten Thousand Laws True Inheritance, Chi Jing Daoist

Including Zhou Changming, all the Grandmasters felt their hearts surge with emotion.

Their Purple Mist School finally had a chance to seize the genuine title of ’Jiangyin First’!

Furthermore, by cooperating with the Dragon Elephant True Sect, as long as their school leader could advance further in the future, perhaps becoming a towering True Sect in their own right was not out of the question!

Seeing the faces of the many Purple Mist Grandmasters, each one filled with shared pride...

Weii Changkong couldn’t help but feel that perhaps he should have taken this step sooner.

As this thought crossed his mind, he inexplicably recalled a ’Life Chart Divination’ he had once obtained before Wang Xuanyang’s death. He had sought it from a Daoist High Merit of the Outer Dao, one who was rumored to be from the direct lineage of a major sect.

At the time, the Daoist High Merit’s exact words had been:

"Fellow Daoist, your accomplishments in this life will be nothing short of remarkable. As long as you lay low, a place as a Martial Saint is guaranteed."

"Do not be rash in the pursuit of success and profit. That is not your fate."

Recalling the Daoist’s sincere and earnest expression, yet his incredibly grating tone, Weii Changkong couldn’t help but feel a shadow of gloom fall over him:

’Lay low... Lay low...’

’I’ve been laying low for more than a hundred years!’

’I have a premonition my Great Limit will arrive in the next two years. A place as a Martial Saint? I’ve been laying low my entire damn life, and I still haven’t made it!’

’My Divine Soul Cultivation is average; if I die, I won’t be able to borrow a new vessel and return to the living. If I can’t gain a Title and achieve that rebirth, then death will truly be the end...’

’This proves that this whole ’fate’ business was just a lie from that damn Daoist who was just pretending to be from some great sect of the Outer Dao.’

’How ridiculous that I was actually fooled by him, that I took his words as truth. As the Three Yang Sect and Wang Xuanyang rose and suppressed me for a full sixty years, I really started to believe I wasn’t destined to take the lead and stand above the rest.’

’But times change. After all the ups and downs, twenty or thirty years have passed, and now the great tide of fortune is with my Purple Mist School. If I’m not the Leader, the number one, then who is?’

’Told me not to try? Hmph! I’m going to do it anyway, become a Martial Saint, and then shove it right in that damn Daoist’s face. Even if he really is from some great sect of the Outer Dao, his Art is obviously unrefined!’

...

Jiangyin Prefecture, a land of high mountains and vast seas.

Aboard a Flying Ship that rode the wind and sailed the clouds.

A young Daoist in feathered robes, as handsome as an immortal, stood tall against the wind.

"Chi Jing True Inheritance, according to the address the True Master gave us, we’re almost at ’Jiangyin Prefecture.’ You’ll be able to meet the True Venerable’s ’disciple’ soon."

The Chi Jing Daoist—who hailed from one of the Six True Mansions of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect and had inherited one of its core Divine Techniques—heard his attendant’s report, and his eyes lit up with interest.

"Good, good, good."

’Thirty years ago, I went through untold hardships just to divine that Great Xuan was the place I would achieve the True Master realm. But no matter how I tried, I couldn’t divine any more details. So, I exhausted every means at my disposal to sneak my way here.’

’And just as I expected, in recent years, the ’Realm Gates’ to other Celestial Universes have grown more stable. Some can even support the passage of a ’True Master’!’

’Although you can’t go back...’

’But across the vast Celestial Universe, there is no other world like ’Great Xuan.’ This realm must hold a great secret. It is my fated place to achieve the True Master realm!’

’And at a time like this, the Celestial Venerable uses his Divine Techniques to accept a new, young disciple from across the realms. Even though that makes the disciple a generation senior to me... He must have his reasons.’

’Coincidentally, there’s a ’Martial Artist’ in Jiangyin Prefecture whom I gave some pointers to. According to the divination I cast back then, he should be someone of high status and power by now. A perfect opportunity to pay him a visit...’

’Given the time that has passed, as long as he managed to lay low as I instructed, becoming a Titled Martial Saint should have been a sure thing.’

’And as long as he succeeds, my Divine Technique will be considered accomplished!’

’My Master is really something else, telling me that all I have to do in this life is read one person’s fortune. If that person fulfills their destiny to Perfection and becomes a ’Martial Saint’ or a ’True Master,’ then I can master one of the six core Divine Techniques and advance to the True Master realm...’

’Honestly, how hard can it be? Sure, the first dozen or so unlucky bastards all died prematurely, but this one has already laid low for half his life. He’s got to be a sure bet.’

’Expecting me to cultivate a Martial Saint or a True Master from scratch is probably impossible, but reading the fortune of someone already destined for greatness? Isn’t that practically a guaranteed success?’

’They’re already paragons among mortals. If I then expend great effort to divine their fated path for them, how could it not be a surefire thing?’

The Chi Jing Daoist muttered to himself and pulled a piece of Talisman Paper engraved with the word ’Purple Mist’ from his sleeve. He fixed his gaze on it, only to find that the ’Life Chart Talisman’—which should have been on the verge of ’bursting with fortune’—

...suddenly plummeted. With a CRACK, it turned to ash!

For a moment, he was stunned. That shock was quickly followed by immense frustration:

"No, wait, there has to be something wrong with this Talisman, right?"

"The man laid low for an entire sixty years, and he couldn’t hold on for just a couple more days!?"

"My Dao!"

"It’s gone again!?"

...

Meanwhile, Ji Xiu was completely oblivious to these swirling undercurrents.

「Seven days later.」

He received the ’Prefecture Students qualification’ delivered by Gu Baichuan.

And so, he stepped into the most mysterious place within the Great Xuan Mansion: the Jiangyin Prefecture Courtyard!