Asura Mad Emperor

After giving Wu Tian and the others a disdainful glance, Qinchuan was too lazy to entangle with them any further. He took Qin Xiaoyu's hand and walked towards the outside of the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion.

The Grand Elder hastily followed, carefully saying, "Young master, the sect master and the elders were unaware of your identity, hence the offense. Please do not take it to heart."

Qinchuan shook his head and responded with a faint smile, "I am not petty enough to quibble with a few juniors."

Wu Tian and the elders, who had just caught up from behind, heard Qinchuan's words and their livers ached with frustration.

They, a group of old men, were being called juniors by a teenager around the age of fifteen or sixteen, which threw them into disarray.

Who exactly are the juniors here?

However, they did not dare to act rashly at this moment.

Because the young man in front of them was simply too bizarre.

He could wield the force of the prohibitions within their Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion at will.

Moreover, he had also gained the support and recognition of two half-step Supreme Dao Artifacts.

In addition, the Grand Elder was there to back him up.

They found that as high-ranking members of the sect, they could not even overpower a young novice, which left them feeling incredibly depressed and stifled.

After leaving the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion, he returned to the Cloud Treasure Hall.

"I came here for two reasons, one is to retrieve what belongs to me, and the other is to borrow the Congyun Sect's Holy Pond."

Standing beside the Spirit Pond in the Cloud Treasure Hall, Qinchuan said casually as he watched two Eight-Treasure Fish swim in the pond.

"What? You dare to contemplate taking advantage of our Congyun Sect's Holy Pond?"

Hearing Qinchuan mention the Holy Pond, Wu Tian and the elders present changed their expression subtly, directly ignoring Qinchuan's first half of the sentence, their intense gaze fixed on Qinchuan.

"Hmph, our Congyun Sect's Holy Pond is extremely precious, how could you simply borrow it just because you said so?"

Wu Tian immediately snorted coldly, decisively refusing.

Qinchuan turned his head and glanced at him, speaking indifferently, "I was merely stating the fact, not seeking your opinion."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Upon hearing Qinchuan's words, Wu Tian and the others felt a choke in their throats.

"Hmph, the Congyun Sect's Holy Pond contains endless essence of power and is one of the greatest chances and fortunes of our Congyun Sect. Even the True Disciples and Core Disciples of our sect must make significant contributions to the Congyun Sect and then be recognized by all decision-making levels of the sect before they can enter the pond for an hour of cultivation."

"What status do you hold to ask to borrow the Congyun Sect's Holy Pond?"

Wu Tian said coldly.

"As I said, I am not asking for your opinion."

Qinchuan said indifferently, "Besides, why would I, Qinchuan, need your consent to use the Congyun Sect's Holy Pond?"

"You, you, you're outrageous!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian and the elders trembled with anger, turning to the Grand Elder and saying, "Grand Elder, this child is so arrogant and ambitious that he dares to set his sights on the Holy Pond. Are you still going to protect him?!"

However, the Grand Elder ignored Wu Tian and the others, bowed deeply to Qinchuan and respectfully asked, "When does the young master need the Holy Pond, so I may make preparations in advance?"

Wu Tian and the elders were petrified at the response, then said in exasperation, "Grand Elder! Opening the Holy Pond will consume endless resources and treasures, and our Congyun Sect is now in decline like the West Mountain, its heritage nearly depleted; even the cultivation resources for the sect disciples and elders are gradually becoming scarce. How can there be excess resources to maintain the operation of the Holy Pond?!"

"Short of resources for daily cultivation? Heritage depleted?"

Upon hearing this, Qinchuan frowned, "Has the Congyun Sect really fallen to such a state?"

The Grand Elder's face reddened with embarrassment and, bowing deeply, he said, "We have failed our ancestors in guarding their legacy, leading the sect to such destitution… However, young master, please rest assured, I will find the resources by all means to open the Holy Pond for you…"

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Qinchuan slightly closed his eyes upon hearing this, well aware that Congyun Sect had fallen into decline, but he hadn't expected it to be more desolate than he imagined.

It had declined to the point where it lacked even the basic resources necessary for the sect members' daily cultivation.

Now they were continuously downsizing, gradually reducing the supply of resources needed for daily cultivation.

They were even relying on selling various treasures from the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion to exchange for cultivation resources.

This was obviously just a stopgap measure.

If they couldn't find new sources and merely relied on selling treasures from the sect's pavilion for resources, they would inevitably run out, and when that happened, the whole Congyun Sect might well dissolve.

Seeing the Congyun Sect he used to command through Wu Yong, which once had been prestigious, now fallen to such a state, Qinchuan couldn't help but feel a complexity of emotions.

After all, it was Wu Yong who founded the Congyun Sect.

But, it was at his behest that Wu Yong had established it.

From the various measures and arrangements he made in Congyun Sect, one could guess that he had once dedicated some effort to it too.

From the Divine Realm's Mount Buzhou, he had drawn thirty-six top-tier Dragon Veins and infused them into the underground of Congyun Sect to consolidate its destiny and transform the sect's location into a top-tier Blessed Land.

He had also crafted the Thousand Illusion Tower to test and select disciples with firm Dao Hearts.

And he left behind the Heavenly Tao Treasure Pavilion and various other methods.

Yet now, a hundred thousand years had swiftly passed.

And upon his return, he found Congyun Sect had fallen to this extent.

However, it was only a moment of stupor before Qinchuan regained his composure, returning to his usual indifference.

Having lived nine lives and through countless years, he had witnessed too much and grown accustomed to the rise and fall of many. Although he felt a touch of sentimentality, it didn't affect his mental state or emotions.

After all, at his level, he had already become indifferent to many matters.

What comforted him was that, at least, the foundation of Congyun Sect was still there.

Then suddenly, as if recalling something, Qinchuan asked the Supreme Elder, "Isn't there the Myriad Spirit Garden? Why has it fallen to such a state?"

The Myriad Spirit Garden was another significant gift he had given to Wu Yong back in the day, a large secret realm he had opened up.

With supreme methods, he had connected to the Divine Realm and drawn in its heavenly spiritual energy to irrigate the Myriad Spirit Garden, planting countless Spirit Grasses and treasures within it.

Those Spirit Grasses and treasures, nourished by the heavenly spiritual energy of the Divine Realm, grew extremely fast. Many which would normally take ten thousand years to mature would only need a thousand years in the Myriad Spirit Garden and contained more potent, powerful essences and stronger effects.

Moreover, cultivating within the Myriad Spirit Garden could yield twice the results with half the effort.

However, the heavenly spiritual energy within the Myriad Spirit Garden, drawn by Qinchuan from the Divine Realm, could not be absorbed in excess by the Martial Artists and Cultivators of the Lower Realm.

Otherwise, the Divine Power particles contained within it would accumulate in the body, leading to insurmountable issues, and their mortal frames would not withstand it; they would burst and die.

Nevertheless, even so, just the Spirit Grasses and treasures from the Myriad Spirit Garden would be enough to keep Congyun Sect prospering.

But now that Congyun Sect had declined to this point, unless he was mistaken, something must have happened to the Myriad Spirit Garden as well.

Indeed.

Upon Qinchuan's mention of the Myriad Spirit Garden, the Supreme Elder's expression immediately darkened, and he said with shame, "Young Master, the various powers of the Tianyuan Nation pressed together, and the Myriad Spirit Garden has become a public secret realm. Every time it opens, geniuses from all sides flood in. Our Congyun Sect's disciples have dwindled, and it's become difficult to compete for treasures within the Myriad Spirit Garden; we've not had a harvest in a long time..."

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At these words, Qinchuan's mouth twitched, at a loss for what to say.