347: Chapter 347 I'll find you a junior brother to play with

There was not a ripple in his eyes, neither disappointment nor regret—as if he had long since foreseen this outcome, or perhaps, he had already lost all expectation for this world where Spiritual Qi was gradually drying up and Luck was becoming increasingly stagnant.

Searching, for him, was perhaps just a habitual action continued for a thousand years, a faint echo of past years, unrelated to hope, merely for the sake of obsession.

"Forget it, it seems I have thought too much."

A whisper, like a sigh, yet also like relief, dispersed into the dead air inside the carriage, light and traceless, as if it had never sounded.

He slowly withdrew that gaze which pierced through the ages and overlooked the common people, no longer looking at that scroll of Eastern Region Luck which he knew by heart.

Immediately, he gently flicked his wide, dark green sleeve—the movement was casual, as if brushing off a speck of dust from his shoulder.

There was no earth-shaking momentum, no explosive roar tearing through the Void Realm, and not even a trace of Spiritual Qi fluctuation leaked out; the world remained silent and solemn.

But outside the carriage—

The originally smooth-flowing ink-colored night, the distant, rolling, eternal contours of the mountains and rivers, and even the inherent meridians of space itself, suddenly blurred and twisted in this instant!

It was like thick ink dropped into clear water, spreading out, disrupting the order of the world!

This simple bronze carriage, at this moment, was like a drop of ink falling into still water, silently rippling out a faint spatial ripple—immediately, the entire carriage, along with the man and the girl inside, began to become transparent and illusory, gradually peeling away from the surrounding world, transforming into an existence independent of time and space!

This was not the rapid flight of light used by ordinary Cultivators to traverse the sky, nor was it the crude shuttling that tears through spatial barriers—but a more profound, supreme movement that neared the level of Dao and concept!

Using his own heaven-reaching great power to erase all traces of his existence here, while simultaneously redefining his appearance at another space-time node billions of miles away.

This was a true Great Divine Ability, a Heaven-Defying method far exceeding the cognitive limits of Cultivators in this world!

Inside the carriage, Luo Xiaojiu was immersed in deep introspection, her mind and spirit fused with her own body.

Within her Sea of Consciousness, the power of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body Origin was like a galaxy hanging upside down—billions of golden light streams rushed endlessly, and it also seemed like the beginning of Chaos, with misty purple Qi surging and rising and falling.

This majestic and vast power made her Divine Soul tremble uncontrollably with every flow.

She was carefully urging that faint trace of spiritual sense, treading on thin ice as she tried to touch the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body Origin which was as vast as an ocean, feeling the ancient Dao rhyme flowing within it, and listening to the whispers of the Desolate Ancient years.

Suddenly—

An irresistible, yet extremely gentle force softly enveloped her.

This power was supreme, carrying the pressure of overlooking the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, yet it was gentle as water, not harming her in the slightest—it just lightly and deftly pulled her back gently from her deep state of introspection.

Luo Xiaojiu opened her eyes in astonishment, her eyes still retaining the shock and confusion from her introspection, her eyelashes trembling slightly, not yet having returned to her senses.

She only had time to catch a glimpse of Revered Master's calm and waveless side profile—the lines were handsome and gentle, yet carried a sacred majesty that could not be profaned—as well as the rapidly fading, twisting, and eventually chaotic flowing light outside the carriage window.

The familiar fragrance of plants and trees of the Eastern Region, that slightly thin breath of Spiritual Qi, was moving away and dissipating at an incredible speed, as if it had never existed.

Replacing it was a strange, vast, and boundless Dao rhyme that seemed to contain infinite antiquity and infinite possibilities, surging in from all directions, drilling into every crack of the carriage, pouring into her limbs and bones, nourishing her newly awakened Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

This Dao rhyme was too majestic, too sacred—making the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that had just awakened in her body tremble uncontrollably, emitting a joyful hum, as if welcoming the gift of this world!

"Mas... Revered Master? Where are we..."

Luo Xiaojiu was completely stunned, her small mouth slightly agape.

The power of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that had stirred her heart just moments ago was, in the face of this great power that changed the world, as small as dust.

She couldn't even understand what had happened before her eyes, only knowing that everything around her had changed—changed thoroughly, changed rapidly, so fast that her thoughts could barely keep up. Only filled with confusion and shock.

Chu Changsheng did not turn his head, still looking at the rolling chaotic light outside the window, only speaking calmly, his voice clear and cold:

"Focus your mind, calm your Qi. Feel the breathing of this new world."

His words seemed to carry a strange rhythm, like the whispers of ancient gods, and also like the chanting of the Dao itself—instantly smoothing out the raging waves in Luo Xiaojiu's heart, making her involuntarily hold her breath and focus as instructed, trying to perceive the pulse of this strange world and listen to the low chanting of the Dao.

Outside the carriage, the chaotic flow of light gradually stabilized, no longer surging and twisting—new scenes of the world began to slowly take shape in the flowing light, spreading out before her eyes little by little.

This was definitely not any place in the Eastern Region.

It was even a world of difference from the layout of the Eastern Region.

The sky presented a deep, extreme purple-gold color, with ethereal clouds drifting and swirling, unfolding freely, and within them, immortal palaces and jade towers seemed to appear—the eaves were upturned, auspicious energy streamed in thousands of ways, rosy light shone in myriad paths, and faintly, the ethereal music of immortals could be heard.

The land was vast and boundless. The ground beneath her feet was not ordinary soil, but warm and good jade marrow emitting a faint spiritual light—the concentration of Spiritual Qi was far beyond that of the Eastern Region by a hundred or a thousand times!

Just between breaths, it felt as if countless Dao fragments poured into her lungs, cleansing her Divine Soul, making one feel relaxed and happy, with the whole body feeling comfortable.

Looking far into the distance, one could see divine mountains towering and supporting the sky, piercing straight into the purple-gold vault of heaven.

The mountain peaks were shrouded in clouds and mist, with Immortal Qi permeating, and faintly, the sounds of Dragon roars and Phoenix cries could be heard, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Immortal waterfalls hung upside down from the Nine Heavens, like a galaxy pouring down, with jade beads splashing—the splashing water turned into spiritual rain filling the sky, nourishing the exotic flowers and plants at the foot of the mountain; those flowers and plants all had spiritual charm, faintly blooming with spiritual light.

There were even rare birds and beasts never seen before, flapping wings filled with flowing light and color, leisurely passing across the sky.

The aura inadvertently leaked was ancient and powerful, not inferior to the Saints of the Eastern Region in the slightest—only their eyes were gentle, without a shred of ferocity.

This place was already billions of miles away from the Eastern Region.

A true Holy Land for cultivation, a world full of Spiritual Qi and where the Dao manifests—

The Northern Region.

"Revered Master, what place is this?" Luo Xiaojiu widened her eyes, her gaze full of shock and curiosity, her small hands unconsciously clutching the corner of her clothes, unable to help but ask weakly.

"The Northern Region." Chu Changsheng finally turned his head, his ink-colored gaze falling on the girl's small face full of exclamation, slowly explaining—his tone was a bit softer than usual.

"The Northern Region?" Luo Xiaojiu repeated it subconsciously, the curiosity in her voice growing thicker.

She blinked her two clear and bright big eyes, looking just like a child who had discovered a new toy, her gaze sparkling, and she asked crisply:

"Revered Master, why did we come to the Northern Region? Is the sect in the Northern Region?"

"No."

Chu Changsheng looked at her innocent and curious appearance, the corners of his mouth curving almost imperceptibly, rippling out a very faint arc—spitting out a sentence that left Luo Xiaojiu completely stunned:

"Finding a Junior Brother for you to play with."

"Ah?!"

Luo Xiaojiu suddenly turned her head to the side, her black hair tips brushing across her fair cheeks, bringing a touch of slight itchiness.

Her pair of big eyes were rounded, filled with astonishment and confusion.

She stared blankly at Chu Changsheng, only regaining her senses after a long while, her tone wrapped in a bit of joy, mixed with a bit of disbelief:

"Finding a Junior Brother for me? Revered Master, then... then am I your first Disciple?!"

Chu Changsheng looked at her sparkling eyes, full of expectation and anxiety, the arc at the corners of his mouth becoming more obvious, and finally, he helplessly shook his head, calmly spitting out two words:

"No."

"No?"

Luo Xiaojiu repeated subconsciously, the little drum in her heart beating Knock knock.

Her small hands clutched her fair, tender fingers, counting one by one, her big eyes filled with tension and expectation, her voice even carrying a trace of careful, soft, and glutinous sweetness:

"Then Revered Master, am I your second Disciple? Third Disciple? Could it be... could it be the 'fourth' Disciple that doesn't sound good!"

Her voice became smaller and smaller as she spoke, and when she said the last word, it was almost as thin as a mosquito's buzz.

Her small face was full of entanglement, her brows slightly furrowed, and even the tip of her nose was gently wrinkled.

Chu Changsheng looked at her appearance, and the faint hint of a smile in his eyes seemed to deepen for an instant. His ink-colored gaze rippled with a bit of softness, but he still spoke calmly:

"You are not the second Disciple, nor are you the third Disciple."

Luo Xiaojiu's heart suddenly jumped to her throat, her small face slumped slightly, and the corners of her mouth also turned downward.

She drooped her head listlessly, her tone full of frustration, like a little beast that had lost favor:

"Could it... really be the fourth Disciple? Revered Master, the number 'four', it always feels a bit... a bit..."

She stammered for a long time, her small face flushed slightly, and she couldn't find the right word—only her pair of watery eyes looked at Chu Changsheng with grievances.

"A bit unlucky?"

Chu Changsheng rarely took up her words, his voice actually revealing a trace of slow teasing—completely breaking his usual coldness, and in his ink-colored gaze, a hidden, imperceptible smile was concealed.

"Mm-hmm!" Luo Xiaojiu seemed to have found a soulmate, suddenly raising her head, her small head nodding like pounding garlic.

Her pair of watery big eyes looked at Revered Master eagerly, her tone carrying a bit of coquettish spoiled behavior, soft and glutinous:

"Although this Disciple doesn't care about rank, but... but if it could sound better, that would be even better!"

Chu Changsheng looked at her entangled appearance, both afraid of disappointment and pretending not to care, his brows and eyes, which had been cold for a thousand years, finally infected a touch of genuine warmth—his ink-colored gaze was as soft as melted spring water.

He finally shook his head gently, his tone carrying a trace of barely audible teasing, deliberately teasing her, his voice gentle and indifferent:

"What? Are you unwilling to be this Revered Master's Disciple anymore?"

Luo Xiaojiu carefully pried her chubby fingertips one by one, her round apricot eyes widened, her slender eyelashes trembling gently—her eyes clutching full tension and expectation, even her breathing was extremely light.

Afraid that even a slight gasp would ruin that pleasant-sounding rank.