170: Chapter 170 The Eye of the Storm, Ye Wuhen's Quirk

Chu Sheng emerged from the Secret Realm and stood upon the mountain ridge.

He stretched his shoulders, his bones letting out a few crisp cracks.

The Phoenix Immortal Nirvana Scripture was still revolving in his mind like a newly started engine.

"Old man," he spoke, "do you know of a person named Grandmaster Jiang?"

The Old Grandfather floated out from the ring.

He stroked his beard, squinting his eyes as he thought.

"Grandmaster Jiang... the one from the Tianfeng Kingdom? This old master has some impression of him. Back when he was the ruler of the Tianfeng Kingdom, he only had a Spirit Sea cultivation level; he wasn't anyone particularly remarkable. As for now..."

The Old Grandfather waved his hand. "He's probably dead. In a Mortal kingdom, living for a few hundred years is already quite an achievement."

Chu Sheng shook his head. "I don't think that's necessarily the case."

The Old Grandfather was stunned for a moment. "What makes you say that?"

Chu Sheng didn't explain.

He couldn't exactly say, 'I've seen him in a simulation, and that old geezer almost beat Yu Rumeng to death with a fishing rod,' could he?

He gave a vague reply: "It's just a guess."

The Old Grandfather glanced at him but didn't press for more.

This brat had far too many secrets; one couldn't get any information out of him even by asking.

"Fine, even if he isn't dead," the Old Grandfather said, "where do you think he's most likely to be?"

Chu Sheng thought for a bit. "The Imperial Capital?"

The Old Grandfather shook his head. "The Eye of the Storm."

"The storm is where the Foundation of the Tianfeng Kingdom lies, and every generation of rulers leaves behind a trump card there. If Grandmaster Jiang is still alive, he is most likely in secluded meditation there. However, this old master hasn't been to the Eye of the Storm either; I've only heard bits and pieces, knowing only that it's deep within the Storm Prefecture."

Chu Sheng didn't ask further.

As long as that old geezer wasn't in the Imperial Capital, it was fine.

Of the Seven Prefectures of Tianfeng, the Beiming Prefecture was the strongest; bordering the Demon Race and being at war year-round, it had bred a host of fierce generals.

The Yunmeng Prefecture was the weakest; its terrain was flat with no resources, so even bandits couldn't be bothered to go there.

As for the Storm Prefecture, it was above average and close to the Luochuan Kingdom; aside from the Eye of the Storm, everything else was quite ordinary.

The founding emperor of the Tianfeng Kingdom had emerged from the Eye of the Storm, which was why the kingdom was named Tianfeng.

However, the Eye of the Storm was not suitable for a capital; the Spiritual Qi there was too violent, and ordinary people would go mad if they stayed for too long.

In the end, they chose the current location, which was perfectly centered among the seven prefectures.

Chu Sheng listened, silently committing this information to memory.

He turned and began walking down the mountain.

The Imperial Capital was roughly several thousand miles away from the Fengxian Prefecture.

With his early-stage Sea Opening cultivation, if he traveled at full speed without regard for consumption, he could arrive in a day and a night.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

He encountered several groups of bandits on the road, whom he dealt with casually.

He encountered a few Yao Beasts, which he roasted and ate.

He met a few Righteous Path Cultivators; they cupped their hands to each other and went their separate ways.

The Old Grandfather lamented from inside the ring, "You brat, you're getting better and better at putting on an act."

Chu Sheng said, "Life isn't easy; if one can put on an act, one should."

Three days later, he arrived at the Imperial Capital.

The walls of the Imperial Capital towered into the clouds, the bricks carved with Talisman markings that shimmered with a faint golden light under the sun.

Chu Sheng stood in line with his head lowered and his hands tucked into his sleeves.

When it was his turn, the soldier glanced at him and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Fengxian Prefecture," Chu Sheng said.

"Purpose for coming?"

"Visiting relatives."

The soldier glanced at him again and waved him through. "Go on in."

Chu Sheng entered the city.

Medicinal Pills, Magic Treasures, Cultivation Techniques, Talismans, Spirit Beasts, Spiritual Plants—everything was available.

The streets were crowded with people: wealthy merchants in silk, Cultivators in Daoist robes, government officials in official uniforms, and even a few outsiders in exotic clothing.

Chu Sheng walked around the streets and found an unremarkable inn to stay in.

Despite spending so many years in the Tianfeng Kingdom during the simulations, he had never been to the Imperial Capital.

Every time, he was either fighting at the border, loitering in Jin Xiao City, or wandering around the Fengxian Prefecture.

To him, the Imperial Capital was like a name that only existed on a map.

Ye Wuhen should be in the Imperial Capital, right?

In this life, he hadn't made an enemy of Ye Wuhen.

He hadn't stolen the ring, hadn't stolen the phoenix egg, and hadn't had a confrontation in the cave at the bottom of the mountain.

Ye Wuhen didn't know him, and he didn't know Ye Wuhen.

This was a good opportunity.

If he could connect with Ye Wuhen, his plans in the Imperial Capital would go much more smoothly.

He went downstairs to ask the shopkeeper for information.

"Ye Wuhen?"

The shopkeeper scratched his head. "That name sounds a bit familiar... Oh, you mean the street sweeper?"

Chu Sheng's lip twitched. "A street sweeper?"

"That's right," the shopkeeper said with a smile.

"In the eastern part of the city, there's a young man who gets up before dawn every day to sweep the streets, rain or shine. We all call him Little Leaf. It seems... it seems his name is indeed Ye Wuhen. Why, does the young master know him?"

Chu Sheng shook his head.

He returned to his room and sat on the bed, his lip still twitching.

A street sweeper, Ye Wuhen.

The Ye Wuhen with the Destiny Template, the Li Huo Sacred Body, the mysterious ring, the Wendao Palace background, the Phoenix Immortal Nirvana Scripture, and the one who would marry a princess as a consort, was sweeping the streets.

"Does this guy have some kind of hobby?"

Chu Sheng couldn't help but mutter, "With such a background, why insist on being Trash?"

The Old Grandfather in the ring was laughing so hard he was practically falling over.

"Hahaha! Brat, did you get the wrong person? Is the Ye Wuhen you're talking about the same person as this street sweeper?"

Chu Sheng didn't answer; he was also considering that question.

In the simulation, Ye Wuhen appeared with the mark of the Wendao Palace and was the center of attention wherever he went.

How could Ye Wuhen have fallen to the level of sweeping streets?

Chu Sheng thought for a long time and felt that perhaps this was just the peculiar hobby of a Genius who was different from ordinary people.

This kind of storybook protagonist loved to act like Trash when they weren't showing off.

They would work as a lowly servant for a few years, being bullied and looked down upon, only to suddenly explode one day and slap everyone in the face.

He was all too familiar with this trope.

Chu Sheng stood up, walked to the window, and looked toward the eastern part of the city.

"Tomorrow," he said, "I'll go see this street-sweeping Ye Wuhen."