86: Chapter 86 Guangling Lake, The Man of Destiny

'Guangling Lake!'

'The place where Saint Qi attained enlightenment!'

'At this point in time...'

Yu Xiu instinctively looked at Luo Yuanyou, who had been sucked into an exotic space and was scurrying about underground.

Could it be another Opportunity prepared by the Heavenly Lord for Luo Yuanyou?

However, experts from the other thirteen provinces of the world were all heading to Guangling Lake, so it wasn't certain that it was specifically prepared for Luo Yuanyou.

Perhaps, within the other twelve provinces, there were others similar to Luo Yuanyou.

"Senior Brother Qin, Senior Brother Yuan, besides the Dao Rhyme left behind by Saint Qi when he attained enlightenment, are there any other Opportunities at Guangling Lake? Tell us Junior Brothers about them!" a young male Disciple stepped forward and asked with a grin.

Others might not know, but Qin Shaoshang and Yuan Tiankuo certainly knew the situation at Guangling Lake, because this was not the first time the two of them had set foot there.

Yuan Tiankuo still spoke very little, but Qin Shaoshang smiled and called the other dozen or so Disciples to his side.

"What you know about a Saint mostly comes from fragments of text in various books, or occasional mentions by the Elders of the sect.

"I don't know if you have heard that after a sect leader-level figure in the Dongtian Realm perishes, their own Dongtian has a chance to merge with the Great World, transforming into a true Small World.

"The Dongtian Realm is already so extraordinary, but the Saint realm is even more inconceivable. The Concept they leave behind when attaining enlightenment can persist between heaven and earth for thousands of years without dissipating.

"The Sword Intent left behind by Ancestor Linyuan is exactly like this; it can also persist for a thousand years, allowing future Disciples to contemplate it.

"Guangling Lake is the place where Saint Qi attained enlightenment, so naturally, various profound Concepts were left behind by him. For some unknown reason, those Concepts merged with heaven and earth, giving rise to a unique place similar to a Secret Realm. It often contains spirit objects and precious herbs, but they are rare; usually, only those with extremely good Luck can obtain them.

"If you fail to comprehend Saint Qi's Concept, you can also try to search for precious herbs and spirit objects."

Qin Shaoshang paused: "Additionally, when Guangling Lake opens, it is not just our Qingwei Sword Sect in Yan Province that will attend; successors from the great sects and major religions of the other twelve provinces will also come.

"It is common for Disciples of major sects and religions to meet and spar or discuss the Dao. Even if they disagree and start a fight, that happens too. You must not look for trouble, but if anyone dares to bully our Sword Sect, do not be afraid; just fight back.

"If anyone is bullied by outsiders and dares not fight back, losing face for the Sword Sect, then when we return to the sect later, don't blame me, your Senior Brother, for not warning you. The iron fists and staves of the Protectors and Elders of each peak are not easily endured."

Those dozen or so Disciples were all prominent and outstanding Disciples from their respective peaks, and being Sword Cultivators, they were all young and hot-blooded. Upon hearing this, their blood immediately surged.

Some Disciples shouted: "If the successors of the great religions from the other twelve provinces dare to provoke us, don't blame my sword for being sharp."

"The Sword Dao is the most lethal; I, for one, look forward to the successors of the great religions from the other twelve provinces coming to test their blades against ours."

The group of Disciples were all excited, eager to sharpen their skills.

Before long, the group of Sword Sect Disciples once again transformed into Sword Qi and headed towards Guangling Lake, soon disappearing without a trace.

'Luck!'

'Karma!'

It was only after the group of Sword Sect Disciples had left that Yu Xiu's figure appeared out of thin air.

He watched the departing Qin Shaoshang, Yuan Tiankuo, and the dozen or so main peak Disciples for a long time.

Because on two of the Disciples, he saw Luck.

But it was not as deep or vast as Luo Yuanyou's; it was very thin.

'Perhaps, there is also Karma involved.'

The Luck on Luo Yuanyou was too thick; things like Karma were completely invisible to him because they were directly connected to heaven and earth.

The Heavenly Lord had concealed Luo Yuanyou too well, or perhaps, the natural operation of heaven and earth was silent and traceless, such that even Yu Xiu had to actively intervene to see and understand Luck.

As for Karma, he still hadn't been able to see it clearly on Luo Yuanyou, let alone use it to gain insight.

Therefore, it was better to look at those two Sword Sect Disciples; perhaps he could see something.

It seemed that the two Disciples were named Xie Zhixu and Fang Yu.

In his eyes, the sun and moon seemed to emerge, and Yin and Yang flowed, resting quietly on the two figures who had transformed into sword light.

'The thin Luck is moving, but the movement is not very obvious!'

'Perhaps, the time has not yet come!'

If nothing unexpected happened, Xie Zhixu and Fang Yu would likely have significant gains in Guangling Lake.

He shook his body and transformed into a bird again, continuing to contemplate the natural world.

On this day, when Yu Xiu looked from afar at Xie Zhixu, Fang Yu, and Qin Shaoshang and the others, he suddenly caught sight of two figures.

'Is it her?'

Luo Fuyi, the woman who carried both a saber and a sword on her back.

What was even more interesting was that Yu Xiu also saw Luck on Luo Fuyi, and this Luck was not small, although it still could not compare to Luo Yuanyou's.

But compared to the Sword Sect's Xie Zhixu and Fang Yu, it was dozens of times greater.

'There is also Karma on her!'

Yu Xiu's eyes lit up, because compared to that guy Luo Yuanyou, whose Luck was so thick it was unreasonable—almost enough to call him the son of the Heavenly Lord—the Luck on Luo Fuyi was just right; some things could simply not be hidden from Yu Xiu's eyes.

If the thin Luck on Xie Zhixu and Fang Yu was a basin of water, then the Luck on Luo Fuyi was a vat of water, a large vat of water.

And Luo Yuanyou's Luck was no longer a basin or a vat; it could be described as a lake, a very, very large lake.

The Luck on that guy was just too much.

So much so that when Yu Xiu enlightened a stone statue to go near him, it attracted lightning strikes!

What was the difference between this and the Heavenly Lord directly acting as a Protector for Luo Yuanyou?

How were other cultivators supposed to play?

Yu Xiu even suspected that even if a Saint wanted to make a move against Luo Yuanyou, they probably wouldn't get any benefit and would be targeted ruthlessly by the Heavenly Lord.

'Why does the person beside her also have Luck?'

And it looked like it was even more than Luo Fuyi's.

His heart stirred, and the voices of the two, Luo Fuyi and her companion, over a hundred miles away, reached his ears.

"Brother Jiang Han, does my sword technique catch your eye?" Luo Fuyi's enthusiastic voice rang out.

The delicate-featured Jiang Han's mouth twitched slightly, but he still offered insincere praise: "Miss Luo's sword technique is exquisite; it has long since transcended the confines of ordinary swordsmanship and formed its own lineage. Impressive."

Luo Fuyi smiled and said: "Many people have said that.

"A friend of mine from the Sword Sect, Yu Xiu, also said that my swordsmanship is impressive, even more so than his own."

Yu Xiu: "..."

Was I praising you?