119: Chapter 119 Don't speak, I want to be alone.

The flying boat slowly descended onto the bluestone plaza in front of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate. The moment Xie Feng stepped onto solid ground, he took a deep breath of the unique scent belonging to the Sect—pine resin, mountain mist, and the burnt fragrance of sesame flatbreads drifting over from the direction of the cafeteria.

Then he discovered that the Disciples who had newly entered in the past two years were looking at him with a gaze mixed with fear and adoration.

Among them, a bold male Disciple wearing Outer Sect attire timidly approached him.

"Excuse me, are you Senior Brother Xie Feng? Can you give me your autograph?"

Xie Feng didn't remember having this kind of status within the Sect?

Tu Ziguan was also stunned.

"No way, you not only gave it to the emperor, but you also gave it to the Sect's Disciples? You dissolute man!"

"I'll give your sixth uncle!"

Xie Feng delivered a flying kick straight to Tu Ziguan's backside.

A gentle voice rang out.

"Oh ho, isn't this our third-rank official, Lord Xie, gracing our humble abode with his presence? We failed to welcome you from afar, what a sin, what a sin."

Xie Feng didn't even need to turn his head to know which asking-for-a-beating bastard it was.

"Wen Yushu, did you take the wrong medicine too?"

The Three-Eyed slowly rotated. Not far away, a gentle-as-jade Young Master dressed in a white robe held a folding fan and cupped his hands in greeting.

As he slowly floated over, Mo Tang asked in surprise:

"Wow, Brother Wen, you're already in the Fourth Realm, and it feels like you're not even just at the First Heaven, huh?"

Tu Ziguan rubbed his backside.

"Don't ask him. Didn't you see that even at such a close distance, he still had to float over like a show-off?"

Xie Feng nodded, and then actually signed his name for that Disciple.

Wen Yushu snapped his fan open with a 'pop' and began to explain.

"Your ennoblement decree arrived at the Sect not long ago. Right now, you're a genuine big shot. Nominally, you rival the Grand Elders of first-tier Sects—they usually only hold an honorary title like yours."

Tu Ziguan, standing to the side, let out a wail.

"No!!!"

Xie Feng gave him another kick.

"Qiuya is getting married, what are you howling about here?"

Tu Ziguan clutched his backside as he stood up, spun around, and kicked Xie Feng right back.

"Wearing a soft-shelled turtle while spinning in circles, what kind of turtle's egg are you acting like with me here? You had your fun, but what about me? I'm still an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple!?"

"Then you go give it to the emperor once too."

"I knew you really gave it!"

Xie Feng really didn't want to bother with him anymore. Just as the few of them were bantering, Wen Yushu slowly pulled out a book and an envelope.

Wen Yushu straightened his expression.

"My ancestor truly didn't expect such an unexpected event to occur in Ranhuo City. To express his apologies, your contribution points will be increased, and this book will also belong to you. This letter was left by Sect Master Shen; go find the old man after you finish reading it."

Xie Feng took it and opened it up.

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Xie Feng opened the letter.

Sect Master Shen Du's tone was as consistent as ever—concise, direct, without a single word of nonsense.

The general idea was that although Zuo Ciyuan had suppressed the matter of Ranhuo City, the subsequent distribution of raw Materials and the rearrangement of Qingzhou's landscape would have to be decided by the Qingzhou Sect Conference.

As the prime culprit, Xie Feng naturally had to be present.

The other Sects in Qingzhou were also extremely curious about Xie Feng, a person burdened with multiple Outer Gods and Old Ones, and quite a few Sect Masters specifically named him for a meeting.

The time was set for the beginning of the month, one week later.

Xie Feng folded the letter and tucked it into his bosom, picked up the three heavy Cthulhu forbidden books, and walked towards his courtyard.

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Xie Feng was no longer afraid to open them.

Back when he was a cthulhu mythos fanatic on Blue Star browsing through the sourcebooks, he still felt a bit of fear; but now, he was gradually coming to understand his position in this world:

Xie Feng was one of the very few Cultivators in the Nine Provinces who didn't need to follow bizarre rules.

Comparing cultivation talent, the Six Meridians were ultimately mediocre; both reaching the Fourth Realm Peak and breaking through to the Fourth Realm were aided by the cthulhu mythos system.

However, when it came to knowledge reserves regarding the cthulhu mythos, no one in the entire Nine Provinces was more familiar with the background details of those Old Gods and Outer Gods than he was.

Taking cultivation as a supplement and Spells as the main force,

Xie Feng's truly formidable weapon had always been that terrifying system of knowledge from another world inside his brain.

Right now, Xie Feng was prepared to study earnestly.

Xie Feng's attitude toward Cthulhu was slowly changing with each passing incident.

He couldn't rely on the suicide truck move to conquer the world forever every single day. His life—roughly, perhaps—was only this one.

Therefore, Xie Feng felt that slowly advancing toward the position of a Legendary Archmage Investigator was a correct choice.

Unfortunately, every time Xie Feng resolved to open the mythos grimoires, he could never learn the Spells he actually wanted.

In a week's time, relying on his magic points to drive the Third Eye, he managed to forcefully learn a few Spells from the three books.

They were, respectively: Contact Cthulhu; Contact Glaaki; Summon, Bind Byakhee.

And this time, he originally thought he would finally be able to learn the Vrees Sign from cultes des goules, but not only did he learn Summon, Bind Byakhee, he also learned a foreign language.

Ghoul language.

The Spells currently mastered by Xie Feng included:

Deity category: Contact, Summon, Dismiss Tsathoggua; Contact Glaaki; Contact Cthulhu.

Race category: Contact, Summon, Bind Formless Spawn; Summon, Bind Dark Young; Summon, Bind Byakhee;

General category: Spacetime Gate, Weapon Enchantment.

However, this was just on-paper work. If Xie Feng really wanted to use them, he actually knew the summoning methods for most deities.

Therefore, what Xie Feng wanted to learn most was general-category magic, but unfortunately, he couldn't learn it.

"Where is my Vrees Sign!?"

Xie Feng fiercely slammed the three books onto the ground, then picked them up, patted them down, and stuffed them back into the lining of his magical robe, along with the cthulhu mythos comprehensive knowledge book he had previously written inside the Sect.

After all...

Xie Feng thought about it. Now that he was so famous, in case some petty thief came—if their cultivation was low, fine, but if it was high and they saw this book...

They would probably go mad on the spot.

Regardless, time was running out. Xie Feng could only bring this huge pile of divine phonebooks to the Qingzhou Sect Conference.

Xie Feng planned to sleep well today, recuperate his energy, and then go after greeting the Sect Master the next day.

His consciousness gradually sank into sleep, and then Xie Feng felt a strange pulling sensation.

"No, I'm sleeping, who put me in a cosplay of Shang Yang?"

Images flashed past one by one before his eyes, and the Brain Matter shouted loudly in his consciousness.

"Quickly choose one! Otherwise you're going to be torn to pieces!"

Playing so stimulatingly every day?

Xie Feng looked at the kaleidoscope-like light in his consciousness. No way? Which one am I supposed to choose here?

Subconsciously clicking on one, a dazzling white light blocked his vision.

Xie Feng once again sat before the door of Yog-Sothoth's Incarnation.

Taking a long breath of relief, no matter what, Yog-Sothoth's place was still very comforting. Thinking back to how terrified he was of Yog-Sothoth when he first arrived in this world, he really didn't know what was good for him back then.

"That's right, I think so too."

"Ah, well, I really did..."

Xie Feng instantly choked, stiffly turning his head...

Tawil at-Umr, wearing a veil, tilted its head and looked at Xie Feng, then said another sentence.

"What's wrong?"