Chapter 321 - 154: Storage Pouch

He wasted no more time. He sat down cross-legged and extended his Divine Sense into the Cloud Soaring Step Jade Slip.

A phantom-like figure appeared in his mind.

The figure’s movements were unpredictable. One step took it across the air. Another step, and it was in a completely different spot. Each movement was weightless, yet swift as the wind.

Liang Cheng closed his eyes to comprehend it.

An hour later, he opened his eyes and stood up.

The courtyard’s bluestone floor was about a hundred yards across.

He took a deep breath, and the True Pill within him spun slightly, sending Pill Qi surging into his legs.

He took a single step and stood suspended in mid-air.

Night deepened, and moonlight spilled into the courtyard.

The figure in the green robe looked like an immortal or a deity.

Taking a Cloud Soaring Step, he covered a hundred meters in a single stride.

His body was like the wind, crossing the entire courtyard in an instant before coming to a steady stop at the far end.

[Cloud Soaring Step: Beginner Level (1/10000)]

The corners of Liang Cheng’s mouth curled up slightly.

’His master had said that once this technique was cultivated to the Great Success realm, no one of the same rank could catch you. Now, just at the Beginner Level, it’s already this fast. It truly lives up to its name as a Breaking Mortality Body Technique.’

He took a deep breath and didn’t continue practicing.

Then, he took out another Jade Slip.

The Turtle Breath and Spirit Concealment Technique.

This Cultivation Technique was solely for Concealment, allowing one to completely retract their aura and merge with the world around them.

If the technique was cultivated to the Perfection Realm, even a Cultivator one full Realm higher would have difficulty sensing his presence.

Liang Cheng pressed the Jade Slip to his forehead.

Concealing Breath meant to completely withdraw one’s presence, like a drop of water returning to the sea—silent and traceless.

He closed his eyes and tried to circulate the technique along the designated acupoint pathways. The True Pill inside him slowly stopped spinning, and the Pill Qi around his body began to withdraw inward.

After ten breaths, his aura had weakened by a third.

After thirty breaths, it was barely perceptible.

After sixty breaths.

[Turtle Breath and Spirit Concealment Technique: Beginner Level (1/10000)]

Having reached the Beginner Level in both techniques, Liang Cheng rose and looked toward the lightening sky in the East.

He returned to the stone bench in the courtyard and sat down. He took out the piece of Star Meteorite Iron and held it in his hand, feeling a faint warmth from it.

’The Zhenxian Saber’s material really is ordinary.’

’After I get my revenge, I’ll ask Master to reforge this saber.’

Liang Cheng stood up, changed into a green robe, and hung the Zhenxian Saber at his waist. Then, he took the silver-white Cloud-Piercing Shuttle from his Storage Pouch and tossed it into the air.

The small vessel grew rapidly in the wind, expanding to about ten yards in length and hovering outside the courtyard.

Liang Cheng stepped aboard.

With a slight shudder, the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle shot through the air and vanished.

Once he was clear of the Penglai Sect, Liang Cheng could no longer hold back.

Ever since achieving Core Formation and Breaking Mortality, the short sword, Ling Frost, had been trembling in his Sea of Divine Soul, as if eager for action.

’Out!’

With a thought, Liang Cheng commanded the Short Sword to leap out from his Sea of Divine Soul and appear before him.

With another thought, the Short Sword shot out as fast as lightning, seemingly tearing through space itself.

Seeing this, even Liang Cheng himself was startled.

’Such speed and power... It’s terrifying!’

’Even I probably couldn’t dodge it if I were caught off guard.’

At that moment, he had another thought. The Short Sword returned to his side with a WHOOSH and was then drawn back into his Sea of Divine Soul.

’With this, I have another trump card against other Core Formation and Breaking Mortality cultivators!’

...

「Penglai Immortal Island, Treasure Pavilion Headquarters.」

A nine-story tower stood in the most bustling part of the Immortal Island’s East City. It was an ornate structure, with upturned eaves, intricate brackets, and carved beams and painted rafters. Before its doors, a river of carriages flowed past, and guests came and went in an endless stream.

At this moment, a streak of silver light tore through the sky and hovered above the tall tower.

Liang Cheng put away his Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood suspended in the air, looking down.

The oppressive might of a Core Formation and Breaking Mortality cultivator washed down like a tidal wave.

The entire street fell silent in an instant.

The guests coming and going all looked up at the sky, their expressions changing drastically.

"Who is that?"

"A Core Formation Powerhouse!"

"To dare stand in the air above the Treasure Pavilion Headquarters... what audacity!"

From within the Treasure Pavilion, several figures flew out.

The one in the lead, a white-haired man in a gray robe with a profound aura, was none other than the head of the Treasure Pavilion’s Main Tower, Jin Mantang.

He was a veteran True Pill Powerhouse who had achieved Core Formation and Breaking Mortality and condensed his Martial Dao True Intent two hundred years ago.

He looked up at Liang Cheng, his pupils contracting.

’A Core Formation Cultivator this young, and so brazen... he must have a powerful backing.’

"May I ask who you are, sir? And why have you stopped above our Treasure Pavilion?"

Liang Cheng looked down at him and said coolly:

"Liang Cheng of the Penglai Sect, First Peak, disciple of the Li Shan Sword Saint."

Jin Mantang’s heart shook. ’Just as I thought, his background is extraordinary.’

’A Direct Disciple from the First Peak of the Penglai Sect!’

He hurriedly cupped his fists in a salute.

"So you are a distinguished disciple of the Penglai Sect. Please forgive my failure to welcome you properly, Young Master Liang."

Liang Cheng ignored his pleasantries and got straight to the point.

"I’m here to find someone."

"Qian Wanjing."

Jin Mantang was stunned.

’Qian Wanjing?’

’Who is that?’

’Why would he have offended a Direct Disciple of the Penglai Sect?’

Just as Jin Mantang stood there dumbfounded, the expression of an Elder standing in the air beside him changed. The Elder then used a Secret Transmission to speak to him, leaving Jin Mantang even more confused.

’A disgraced Steward who was demoted and sent back to the headquarters?’

He was just about to ask for clarification when Liang Cheng continued:

"Back when I was a Disciple at the Four Islands Alliance Headquarters, he colluded with a Core Formation Cultivator to try and kill me. I was lucky to escape. Today, having achieved Core Formation and Breaking Mortality, is the day to repay that blood debt in blood."

"Does the Treasure Pavilion intend to stop me?"

Hearing this, Jin Mantang’s expression changed dramatically.

"Young Master Liang, I truly knew nothing of this matter..."

Liang Cheng cut him off directly.

"I don’t care if you knew or not. I have come for Qian Wanjing to settle the karmic debt between us. After all, he is one of your Treasure Pavilion’s people."

When Jin Mantang heard this, he knew the matter could no longer be resolved peacefully. It involved a Direct Disciple of the Penglai Sect who had achieved Breaking Mortality; this could not be brushed aside.

Without any hesitation, he said, "Direct Disciple Liang, give me three days. I will find Qian Wanjing."

"Fine!"

He looked down at Jin Mantang, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

"But if you haven’t found Qian Wanjing in three days, don’t blame me for extending this grudge to the Treasure Pavilion itself."

As his words fell, he hovered directly above the Treasure Pavilion, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to meditate.