143: Chapter 143 The Venerable's Dojo: Terrifyingly Powerful!

Chapter 143: The Venerable's Abode, So Terrifying!

Sun Buer stood before the gate of the Shen Mansion, looking up at the plaque inscribed with the flamboyant characters 'Shen Mansion'. He was utterly dumbfounded.

The vermilion gate stood thirty feet high. Two majestic stone lions flanked the entrance, and the plaque above the lintel gleamed with a soft luster under the sunlight.

This was the Shen Family!

The Shen Family of Guangnan City!

"S-Second Uncle..." Sun Buer swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "The Senior you mentioned... could he be from the Shen Family?"

Sun Daoxuan closed his folding fan, clasped his hands behind his back. His moon-white robe fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.

He didn't answer, merely gazing towards a certain direction deep within the Shen Mansion.

"You know him?"

Sun Buer took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

He knew him.

Of course he knew him.

That youth who casually shattered a Saint Array, effortlessly took away the token of the Yuanlian Great Emperor, and made a Great Demon King in the Asking Dao Realm kowtow like pounding garlic—Shen Qingyuan.

The Ninth Elder of the Shen Family.

"Second Uncle, that Senior... is he a youth who looks to be in his twenties? Always appearing rather lazy?" Sun Buer's voice was almost floating.

Sun Daoxuan raised an eyebrow, turning to look at his nephew, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"You've seen him?"

Sun Buer nodded repeatedly, his expression a sight to behold.

More than just seen?

He had even sold him the recipe for a Great Tonic Soup...

He had actually sold a Great Tonic Soup to such a peerless Venerable!

"Second Uncle, I..." Sun Buer opened his mouth.

He had personally witnessed Shen Qingyuan shatter a Saint Array with a single palm, and he knew Shen Qingyuan possessed immense power. But he never imagined Shen Qingyuan could actually annihilate the Tianque Holy Land!

Such a terrifying existence was exceedingly rare even across the entire Cangxuan Great World!

"Enough, stop thinking too much. Go knock on the door." Sun Daoxuan adjusted his sleeves, his expression solemn.

Before Sun Buer could step forward, the gate opened from within.

Old Turtle stood hunched over, hands tucked into his sleeves. His murky old eyes swept over Sun Buer before settling on Sun Daoxuan.

A moment later, he slightly raised an eyebrow, recognizing the visitor's identity.

The Master of the Taotie Pavilion, Sun Daoxuan.

A powerhouse of the Saint Realm, with an extremely prominent reputation in the Southern Domain.

Back when he was traveling the Southern Domain, he had once caught a distant glimpse of this man.

That day, Sun Daoxuan had held a banquet at the Taotie Pavilion, entertaining major forces from the Southern Domain. Amidst the feast, he conversed and laughed with ease, his bearing extraordinary. Even the Saints from the Three Great Holy Lands had to show him some respect.

And now, meeting again, this esteemed Saint had actually taken the initiative to pay a visit.

Without needing to think much, he understood—this was to pay respects to the Venerable.

Old Turtle sighed inwardly, impressed by the Venerable's prestige.

A Saint?

Before the Venerable, utterly insignificant!

Sun Daoxuan's gaze also fell upon Old Turtle, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

A demon?

And a Great Demon King at the sixth level of the Asking Dao Realm!

But considering that person's strength, he wasn't that surprised anymore.

It wouldn't be strange even if a Demon Saint were guarding the gate, let alone a Great Demon King.

"So it is Saint Daoxuan. This one pays his respects." Old Turtle stepped aside from the doorway, making an inviting gesture. His voice was hoarse but polite. "The Venerable requests your presence."

Sun Daoxuan was slightly taken aback.

He hadn't even introduced himself, yet this Great Demon King already knew his identity?

He wasn't surprised that the Senior knew of his arrival.

That Senior's cultivation reached the heavens and pierced the earth. Naturally, his movements couldn't be hidden.

"Thank you for your trouble." Sun Daoxuan cupped his hands in salute and stepped over the threshold.

Sun Buer hurriedly followed, cradling an ancient wooden box in his arms. The box was carved with dense, intricate runes, faint spiritual light swirling upon it.

It contained some of the ingredients for the nine heavens immortal spirit feast, personally selected by Sun Daoxuan. Each item was a rare treasure.

The two passed through the spirit wall and walked along a bluestone path deeper into the Shen Mansion.

Along the way, Sun Daoxuan's gaze swept their surroundings.

The Shen Mansion wasn't large, and its architecture wasn't particularly grand. Compared to the palaces of those Holy Lands or imperial clans, it even seemed somewhat simple.

But upon entering the Wutong Garden, it was a completely different scene.

The courtyard was deep, winding paths leading to secluded spots. Lush spiritual trees grew, and a spiritual spring gurgled softly.

The air was thick with dense Spiritual Qi. The deeper they went, the richer the Spiritual Qi became, making one feel as if they were in a legendary blessed paradise.

"This concentration of Spiritual Qi..." Sun Buer sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes filled with shock.

He was a Core Disciple of the Taotie Pavilion, having traveled far and wide, seen countless spiritual lands.

Yet the concentration of Spiritual Qi in this courtyard was actually denser than that of their Taotie Pavilion's ancestral land!

In the garden, a golden wutong tree stood majestically. Its trunk was thick, its branches stretched out, each leaf flowing with a faint light, exuding an ancient, timeless aura.

Under the wutong tree, a youth lay lazily on a soft couch, hands pillowed behind his head, eyes slightly closed, an expression of contentment on his face.

A woman in white knelt to the side, brewing tea.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, her brows and eyes as cold as frost.

And on the highest branch of the wutong tree, a crimson-gold light cocoon hung quietly. Intricate runes flowed across its surface, faint flame patterns swirling within, emanating a heart-palpitating aura.

Sun Daoxuan's gaze swept across the entire courtyard, his pupils slightly contracting.

That wutong tree was at least a treasure tree over ten thousand years old!

That light cocoon carried the aura of Nirvana True Fire!

A Phoenix undergoing Nirvana!

A true Phoenix!

And in a corner, there was also a tender, delicate branch.

Divine essence flowed around it. He actually couldn't discern its origins!

Sun Daoxuan's heart was filled with awe. Any single treasure in this courtyard, if taken outside, would be a supreme treasure that could make Saints fight to the death!

Although his Taotie Pavilion was known as immensely wealthy across the world, with a Legacy spanning tens of thousands of years, compared to this blessed land, it still fell far short.

Truly worthy of being a Venerable's abode!

So terrifying!

"Guests are welcome. Have a seat."

Shen Qingyuan's voice came from ahead, pulling Sun Daoxuan back from his shock.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward a few paces, and respectfully cupped his hands in salute.

"This Junior Sun Daoxuan, Master of the Southern Domain branch of the Taotie Pavilion, pays his respects to Senior."

Sun Buer was already in a daze, not yet having regained his senses. He just numbly followed suit with the salute.

Shen Qingyuan took a sip of tea, his gaze sweeping over Sun Daoxuan. He said indifferently, "Second level of the Saint Realm, solid Foundation. Not bad."

"Senior praises me too highly." Sun Daoxuan lowered his posture even further. "This Junior's meager cultivation is not worth mentioning before Senior."

Shen Qingyuan didn't say more, getting straight to the point. "What brings you to Guangnan City this time?"

Sun Daoxuan bowed deeply, his posture extremely humble, his voice respectful. "This Junior has come for two reasons. First, to pay respects to Senior. Second, to humbly request something from Senior."

Shen Qingyuan took another sip of tea, slightly curious. "What thing?"

"A remnant soul."

Sun Daoxuan raised his head, a complex glint flashing in his eyes. "Ten thousand years ago, there was an Elder in our Taotie Pavilion named Sun Daoxiong, this Junior's Elder brother. Back then, the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable wreaked havoc across the world, slaughtering wantonly. My brother once clashed with him but was killed. His Divine Soul was also refined into the ten thousand soul banner."

He paused, his voice lowering a bit. "After the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable fell, this Junior plotted to obtain the ten thousand soul banner, hoping to rescue my brother's soul, but I never succeeded. It was only a few days ago that this Junior learned the ten thousand soul banner had fallen into Senior's hands. This Junior is presumptuous, but I beg Senior to show mercy and allow this Junior to bring my brother's remnant soul back to the Taotie Pavilion."

A strange light flickered in Shen Qingyuan's eyes. He hadn't expected there to be such a history of enmity between the Taotie Pavilion and the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable.

"There are many remnant souls within the ten thousand soul banner. But after ten thousand years, whether your brother's remnant soul still exists is hard to say."

Sun Daoxuan revealed a bitter smile. "This Junior only seeks to do his utmost. I beg Senior to grant this request."

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