33: Morning Dew

After moving into the Bamboo Courtyard, Wu Ning immediately closed his door and began to Cultivate the Quasi-Emperor level sword art he had signed in for—the "Nine Heavens Imperial Thunder Sword Art."

He now controlled the Origin Law of Thunder, making this sword art a perfect match for him.

If used with the Tai'a Emperor Sword, it was estimated that even a Quasi-Emperor Perfection powerhouse would be slain with a single strike.

On the other side,

after returning from Sunset Peak, Xuan Chengzi went directly to the Forbidden Ground deep within the Sect.

This was the ancestral tomb of the Qingyun Sect, enveloped by a Quasi-Emperor level Formation.

It was also the entrance to the Qingyun Sect's Core Secret Realm.

The so-called Core Secret Realm, also known as the Qingyun Secret Realm,

was opened by a former Quasi-Emperor powerhouse of the Qingyun Sect, resembling a complete Small World, its scale far beyond what the Tian Yuan Secret Realm could compare to.

Many old monsters within the Qingyun Sect were Cultivating in seclusion within this Secret Realm.

This was also where the Qingyun Sect's foundation lay.

Within the Qingyun Secret Realm,

Xuan Chengzi bowed to a green-robed old man.

"Grandmaster, have you discerned anything?"

A hint of solemnity flashed in the green-robed old man's eyes, "This person should be a Quasi-Emperor, and our Sect must never provoke him!"

"Quasi-Emperor?"

Xuan Chengzi exclaimed in shock; he had thought Wu Ning was a Venerable, but he never expected him to be a Quasi-Emperor!

This...

Xuan Chengzi's eight thousand years of experience had long since cultivated a heart as still as water, but at this moment, ripples couldn't help but arise.

In the Eastern Region, Quasi-Emperors were like legendary existences.

On the surface, only the three Giants of the Eastern Region clearly possessed Quasi-Emperor level powerhouses, and they had not appeared for hundreds or thousands of years.

Underneath, some Quasi-Emperors might be hidden, but they would definitely not exceed the number of fingers on one hand.

One must know that in eight thousand years, he had only heard rumors of Wanxiang Academy possessing Quasi-Emperor powerhouses.

Xuan Chengzi's mind trembled slightly, never expecting to personally receive a Quasi-Emperor today!

A hint of worry flashed in the green-robed old man's eyes.

What was the purpose of a Quasi-Emperor's arrival?

He didn't believe that the other party was simply passing by.

If the other party harbored ill intentions, their Qingyun Sect would likely be in danger!

About an hour later,

[Ding, congratulations to the host, the "Nine Heavens Imperial Thunder Sword Art" has been Cultivated to Perfection.]

Wu Ning opened his eyes, and two sword beams shot out, piercing through the Void Realm.

He rubbed his sore and swollen forehead; mastering an extremely powerful Quasi-Emperor level Cultivation Technique in just one hour made him feel a bit overtaxed.

However, being able to master a powerful sword art still made him very excited.

The "Nine Heavens Imperial Thunder Sword Art" was definitely a top-tier Quasi-Emperor level sword art.

It was just a pity that there was no one worthy of him drawing his sword.

A desire for battle... or rather, a desire to show off, arose in Wu Ning's heart, but he had the strength with nowhere to use it.

He couldn't just go find those Quasi-Emperor old monsters to fight, could he?

Wu Ning felt he was a steady person, and it was better to be steady before Breaking through to Great Emperor.

Once he Broke through to Great Emperor, he could do whatever he wanted on the Heavenly Profound Continent.

After brewing a pot of Chao Lu tea that Xuan Chengzi had given him, Wu Ning lay on a long chair in the courtyard, leisurely admiring the boundless green bamboo sea on the mountains.

This Chao Lu tea was indeed a good thing.

After drinking a pot, Wu Ning felt his mind relax.

"It's time to continue working..."

Wu Ning got up and walked out, preparing to stroll around the Qingyun Sect and sign in at some special places along the way.

He did not hide his whereabouts.

Xuan Chengzi quickly received the news.

"This Senior Wu may enter and exit any part of the Sect at will; no one is to obstruct him!"

"Additionally, instruct all Elders to restrain their Disciples; under no circumstances are they to offend the Senior; violators will be severely punished!"

"Yes!"

[Ding, sign-in successful, congratulations to the host for obtaining one hundred million tons of Primordial Magnetic Fine Gold!]

[Ding, sign-in successful, congratulations to the host for obtaining a section of Azure Heaven Divine Wood!]

[Ding, sign-in successful, congratulations to the host for obtaining a Supreme weapon—the Azure Rainbow Sword!]

[Ding, sign-in successful, congratulations to the host for obtaining one hundred million tons of top-grade Spiritual Soil.]

[Ding, sign-in successful, congratulations to the host for obtaining a one hundred thousand-year-old Ancient Tea Tree!]

[Ding, sign-in successful, congratulations to the host for obtaining a ten thousand-year-old Acacia Fruit!]

"Hmm? A one hundred thousand-year-old Ancient Tea Tree?"

On Spirit Source Peak of the Qingyun Sect, Wu Ning was slightly startled as he looked at the boundless medicinal fields.

"It wouldn't be that Ancient Tea Tree, would it?"

Wu Ning muttered, then flashed towards the peak.

The Qingyun Sect's one hundred thousand-year-old Ancient Tea Tree grew on the peak of Spirit Source Peak, absorbing the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth and bathing in the essence of the sun and moon.

It was definitely one of the Qingyun Sect's most precious treasures.

When Xuan Chengzi learned that he had come to Spirit Source Peak, he even became nervous, fearing that he was after this Ancient Tea Tree.

Spirit Source Peak soared into the clouds; standing on the peak, one could see an endless sea of clouds, like a celestial wonderland above the clouds.

Wu Ning found the place where the Ancient Tea Tree grew and discovered a man and a woman playing chess nearby.

The man was dressed in a green robe, with a Qingyun Sect Core Disciple identity jade pendant hanging at his waist, appearing like a young man, with an ordinary appearance but an extraordinary and ethereal temperament.

His Cultivation was at the third heaven of the King Realm.

The woman wore a light green long dress, with an ethereal temperament and an exquisite appearance, without a single blemish on her face; her crystal-clear, snow-white skin faintly glowed, perfectly unlike a human.

No, she wasn't human to begin with!

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Ning's eyes; this woman was actually the tree spirit of that Ancient Tea Tree.

"You two are in good spirits."

Wu Ning walked towards the two.

The two immediately looked up.

"Oh, you... are you that Senior?"

The young man quickly stood up and bowed, "Junior Lin Fan, the current Senior Brother of the Qingyun Sect, greets Senior."

Wu Ning waved his hand, "Sit, no need for formalities."

"Senior..."

"Don't call me Senior, hmm... my surname is Wu, you can call me Young Master Wu."

Wu Ning thought for a moment and said, he was only eighteen, being called Senior Senior all the time made him feel old.

This guy looked young, but he was at least one or two hundred years old.

"Young Master Wu?"

Lin Fan was momentarily stunned.

He couldn't help but size up Wu Ning, never expecting this Senior to like pretending to be young.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask your age?"

The woman frowned and asked.

Wu Ning looked at her sideways; this tree spirit's strength was very formidable, estimated to be able to contend with a Saint King.

She had definitely existed for more than one hundred thousand years.

"Do you believe me if I say I'm eighteen this year?"

"I do!"

The woman nodded; she could faintly sense the life Qi emanating from him, which was incredibly young.

Compared to the powerhouses she had seen, he was so tender he could be squeezed dry!

"You actually believe it?"

Wu Ning was surprised.

With his Cultivation, anyone who claimed he was eighteen would definitely be called crazy.

"Of course, I can sense your life Qi; it's definitely not over one hundred years old!"

The woman raised her eyes and smiled faintly, her tone extremely certain.

"Eight... eighteen?"

Lin Fan was already dumbfounded.

Wu Ning smiled faintly; he had never thought of hiding his age.

There was nothing to hide anyway.

He was already so strong, he wasn't afraid of anyone trying to scheme against him.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"My name is Chao Lu."