31: Selection of record objects

Mid-May.

As the Huangtian Great Army continued its triumphant advance, news of the total annihilation of the Celestial Immortal Sect finally reached the capital of the Xuan Kingdom.

In an instant.

The court collapsed, and the capital fell into chaos!

Everyone knew that the Xuan Kingdom was finished!

It didn't matter how hard the King on the throne worked, how much he loved his people, or how incompetent and tyrannical he might be—it was all useless.

A Dynasty that had lasted for centuries simply vanished without the protection of Cultivators!

Just then, Yu Xuzi strolled leisurely out of the royal palace once more, a small grey pouch now hanging from his waist.

Indeed, he had gone to consult the various secret archives and records of the Xuan Kingdom again.

According to what he had learned previously, the royal families of these Southwest region countries basically had more or less connection with cultivation forces.

For example, the Yu Kingdom.

Because of this, Yu Xuzi thought of taking advantage of his descent from the mountain to try his luck in all the surrounding countries.

He figured he might as well take a shot at it, regardless of the outcome.

And with this try, he actually gained something again.

According to the records in the Xuan Kingdom's archives, the royal family of the Xuan Kingdom was actually the blood kin of the Sect Head of the Celestial Immortal Sect from nearly 300 years ago.

Driven by this individual, his descendants easily overthrew the previous Dynasty and established the Xuan Kingdom.

To this day, there were still two Disciples in the Celestial Immortal Sect who originated from the Xuan Kingdom's royal family.

One of them had even reached the Peak of the Middle Stage of Qi Refining, which was much better than the royal family of the Yu Kingdom.

“Recorded one copy of 《Collective—Fate Record: History of the Xuan Kingdom.”

“Recording Evaluation: Half-true and half-false, many flaws, contains extremely minute true intent of fate, touches upon the essence of Legacy.”

“Following old precedent, selecting its Opportunity.”

“Bestowing Reward!”

One low-grade Storage Pouch.

Because Void Gazer Stones, the Materials for refining Storage Pouches, had long since disappeared from the Cultivation World, all existing ones were passed down through generations. Their value was no less than a first-grade High Grade Magical Artifact.

Although the space inside was only one cubic zhang, it was enough for Yu Xuzi.

“But why is there nothing in this pouch?”

Yu Xuzi shook his head with a slight sense of regret.

He had hoped that the Storage Pouch would come with a few extra items as a bonus.

“Whoosh—!!!”

Accompanied by gusts of wild wind, two golden figures soared into the sky and disappeared into the sea of clouds on the horizon.

Yu Xuzi prepared to visit a few other countries.

If he could find the chance, perhaps he could scrounge up a few more things.

As for the now-extinct Celestial Immortal Sect... he would leave it to fate.

Because what he knew now was still too little; he simply couldn't touch the true essence of their Legacy.

After all, it was an ancient School with a thousand-year Legacy. Its history was as vast as the sea, and the existing records were indeed not worth mentioning.

And most importantly, it depended on whether it was worth it.

He couldn't possibly record everything in the future.

If he spent a great deal of time and energy, even delaying his own cultivation, to constantly search for records of the Celestial Immortal Sect in history...

Setting aside whether he could find them, the final harvest was also unknown. What if it was disappointing?

The Yellow Heaven Cult was more attractive to him.

Because of this, Yu Xuzi now had clear ideas regarding the objects he would record in the future.

There were only two types:

One was simple and risk-free, where rewards could be harvested in a very short time, similar to the Xuan Kingdom and Yu Kingdom.

The second type consisted of objects where the rewards would obviously be particularly generous; these were his primary goals for the future.

For example, the Yellow Heaven Cult!

Other objects would be left to chance. He didn't have that much energy and time, and he couldn't delay his own cultivation... Meanwhile.

Inside the Huangtian Great Army camp, in a certain tent.

Zhao Heng, the fifth Disciple of True Man Huang Tian, who was currently meditating, suddenly felt his waist lighten. Immediately after, a clattering sound came from beside him, as if something had fallen to the ground.

He opened his eyes and turned his head, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

He saw a large pile of items—Magical Artifacts, Medicinal Pills, Talismans, clothing, and so on—all scattered on the ground.

“What's going on?”

His head seemed to be filled with question marks.

These things were originally kept in a Storage Pouch he had seized not long ago from a certain Celestial Immortal Sect Disciple.

“Wait! The Storage Pouch?”

He looked down abruptly, and the sight he saw made his heart skip a beat.

The grey Storage Pouch that had been tied to his waist had... vanished without warning??

There was no flash of spiritual light, no spatial fluctuation.

There wasn't even the slightest omen or sound.

The air instantly fell into a dead silence.

Zhao Heng's eyes widened and his mouth hung open as he watched this eerie scene that was completely beyond his comprehension. His face was filled with extreme shock and bewilderment.

But soon after.

The color drained from Zhao Heng's face bit by bit.

“Aaaahhhhhh—!!!”

A shriek so shrill it was distorted broke the silence and spread out in all directions.

The central camp was instantly thrown into an uproar.

“What happened??”

“Enemy attack? Is it an enemy attack?!”

“Quick, quick, quick!!”

“What a miserable scream, something must have happened!!!”

“...”

A large number of Yellow Heaven Cult Disciples rushed out of their military tents.

However, the expected enemy attack did not happen. Instead, they saw Senior Brother Zhao Heng, the Cult Leader's fifth Disciple, shouting and screaming with a look of terror in his eyes.

“Who? Who did it? Come out!”

“My Storage Pouch!!!”

Everyone looked at each other, momentarily speechless.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Having calmed down slightly, Zhao Heng knelt before True Man Huang Tian and wailed his grievances; his voice was truly pitiful.

“Revered Master!! I... I, I, that thief—”

“Enough!”

True Man Huang Tian waved his hand forcefully, and the wailing stopped abruptly. “Stop howling, it's annoying to listen to!”

“Uh~”

Zhao Heng glanced at his Revered Master's dark face. Even though his heart was filled with immense fear, he didn't dare to speak another word.

Although there had been an element of performance just now, he was also truly frightened out of his wits!

The Storage Pouch had been tied securely to his waist, and then it was suddenly gone. Who wouldn't be terrified seeing that?

In other words, what if it wasn't the Storage Pouch that had disappeared, but his head?

Didn't this mean that his life could be lost at any moment?

“I know about your matter. Go back.”

Zhao Heng said cautiously: “And the Storage Pouch?”

“If it's gone, it's gone. We will seize more Storage Pouches in the future, and I will bestow another one upon you then. What else can be done?”

At this point, True Man Huang Tian's tone suddenly became much gentler. “It was likely some Senior passing by and playing a prank on you. Perhaps it will return one day.”

Zhao Heng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stood up, bowing with gratitude before retreating. “Thank you, Revered Master! This Disciple shall take his leave!”

It was good enough not to be blamed.

Once Zhao Heng's figure had completely disappeared, True Man Huang Tian's expression suddenly turned very ugly, and a rare trace of unease appeared on his face.