18: Chapter 18 Heading to Tianxuan Stone Workshop! Sage Wei Yi!

Ye Xuan shared some insights on cultivation with An Miaoyi.

Although he had only been cultivating for a short time, he studied various Emperor Sutras that the Ruthless Empress had gathered for him.

Furthermore, he was taught by the Great Completion Holy Body.

His starting point was too high; even the slightest bit of guidance was a supreme technique to An Miaoyi, who was in the Four Poles Secret Realm.

An Miaoyi listened, completely enthralled.

She discovered that not only did Young Master Ye have an incredible background, but his understanding of the Great Dao was also profound and insightful.

Often, just a sentence or two could shatter the obstacles she had faced in her cultivation for years.

"Is this the foundation of an Emperor's Son?"

An Miaoyi watched Ye Xuan speak eloquently, the admiration in her eyes growing even more intense.

...

The next morning.

The first rays of sunlight in God City pierced through the clouds, spilling onto the glazed tiles of the Miaoyu Nunnery.

Ye Xuan stretched and woke from his meditation.

He glanced to his side.

An Miaoyi hadn't slept; she seemed to have kept watch all night. She was now quietly waiting nearby, holding a basin of warm water.

Seeing Ye Xuan wake up, she immediately stepped forward, wrung out a towel, and handed it to him.

"Young Master, please wash up."

Her movements were skillful and natural, as if she had done this countless times.

The dignified successor of the Miaoyu Nunnery and a great beauty of the Eastern Wasteland was acting like the most attentive maidservant.

Ye Xuan took the towel, wiped his face, and said casually, "Thank you for your hard work, Miaoyi."

"It is Miaoyi's blessing to serve the Young Master," An Miaoyi said softly.

After washing up, Ye Xuan walked onto the terrace and looked down at the gradually awakening God City.

The streets were crowded with people, and the faint sounds of street vendors could be heard.

Stone gambling workshops, restaurants, and pavilions were filled with the figures of Cultivators.

This atmosphere of the Mortal World felt incredibly welcoming to Ye Xuan, who had been cooped up in the Forbidden Ground for three years.

Saintess Tianxuan appeared silently behind him, still dressed in white and expressionless.

Ye Xuan looked back at her, then at An Miaoyi.

"Let's go."

Ye Xuan waved his hand, full of high spirits.

"Take me for a tour around God City. I've been here for so long, yet I haven't properly seen the sights of this number one city in the Northern Region."

Hearing this, a flash of joy appeared in An Miaoyi's eyes.

She knew what it meant for the Miaoyu Nunnery that Ye Xuan was willing to show his face in God City.

"Where would the Young Master like to go?"

An Miaoyi asked, "To the Holy Land stone workshops for gambling? Or to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion to taste some delicacies?"

Ye Xuan thought for a moment.

Stone gambling? He hadn't learned the Book of Source Heaven yet, so why would he go gambling?

Delicacies? Last night's food and wine were just so-so.

He suddenly remembered someone.

An old man who, at this point in time, should still be in some corner of God City.

Someone who had countless ties to Saintess Tianxuan behind him.

A mysterious smile curled at the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth.

"Let's not go to those lively places first," he said to An Miaoyi. "Take me to the Tianxuan Stone Workshop."

"The Tianxuan Stone Workshop?"

Hearing this, An Miaoyi was stunned for a moment.

That place was famous in God City for being desolate and dilapidated.

Ever since the Tianxuan Holy Land was destroyed six thousand years ago, the stone workshop there had completely declined.

Usually, no one ever visited it, and only occasionally would a few Loose Cultivators go there to try their luck.

With the Young Master's status, why would he go to such a place?

"Young Master, that place..."

An Miaoyi was about to advise him against it, but she saw Ye Xuan wave his hand.

"I'm going there to visit an old Senior."

Ye Xuan glanced at Saintess Tianxuan behind him, his tone carrying a hint of emotion.

"He is an old acquaintance of my Saintess sister."

Hearing this, An Miaoyi's heart skipped a beat.

An old acquaintance of Saintess Tianxuan?

Saintess Tianxuan was a figure from six thousand years ago.

Wouldn't her acquaintance also have lived for six thousand years?

What kind of terrifying old monster would that be?

And such an old monster was actually hiding in that dilapidated Tianxuan Stone Workshop?

An Miaoyi didn't dare to ask more and hurriedly nodded.

"Yes, Miaoyi will lead the way immediately."

Ye Xuan stepped out of the embroidery building, and with a flash of golden light beneath his feet, he began to walk through the air.

Saintess Tianxuan followed closely behind.

An Miaoyi rode a divine rainbow, respectfully leading the way in front.

The trio flew toward the Tianxuan Stone Workshop in God City.

Finally, at the end of a weed-choked street, An Miaoyi stopped.

She pointed at a crumbling stone workshop ahead, her expression somewhat odd.

"Young Master, we have arrived."

Ye Xuan looked up.

Two mottled wooden doors came into view, their red paint having long since peeled away to reveal the grayish-black wood beneath.

A plaque hung over the lintel with the words "Tianxuan" written on it.

The calligraphy was ancient and vigorous, yet it was covered in a thick layer of dust, exuding the desolation of a hero in his twilight years.

Tianxuan Stone Workshop.

Once a famous property of the Holy Land in the Eastern Wasteland, it had now become a deserted haunted house.

"Let's go inside!" Ye Xuan said softly.

Then, the three of them entered the courtyard of the stone workshop.

The courtyard was very quiet, with only the rustling of the wind blowing through dry leaves.

Scattered stone materials could be seen everywhere on the ground, some half-buried in the soil, others covered by weeds.

A few old trees were bare, their branches reaching toward the sky, looking exceptionally bleak.

In a corner of the courtyard, there was a dead old locust tree.

Under the tree, there was a person.

It was an old man dressed in coarse hemp clothing.

His back was hunched, his hair white and thin, and he held a broom that was about to fall apart, slowly sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

His movements were very slow and sluggish.

He looked like an ordinary old man in his twilight years who could collapse at any moment.

No ripples of Divine Power could be felt from him, nor was there any aura of a powerful expert.

He just swept the ground quietly, as if he had merged with this dilapidated stone workshop.

An Miaoyi looked at the old man, her brow furrowing slightly.

Is this the old acquaintance the Young Master mentioned?

Is this the Senior who has lived for six thousand years?

No matter how she looked at him, he just seemed like an ordinary old caretaker.

Perhaps some kind soul had taken him in here just to give him a meal.

An Miaoyi was about to ask when she saw Ye Xuan stop.

Ye Xuan stood ten zhang away from the old man, neither moving forward nor making a sound to disturb him.

He just watched that back in silence.

Wei Yi.

One of the survivors of the Tianxuan Holy Land, and also the Junior Brother of the Tianxuan Saint back then.

During the catastrophe six thousand years ago, he stayed behind at the stone workshop and became the only one to escape the net.

For six thousand years, he had been guarding this place.

Guarding these ruins, guarding those memories that could never be returned to.

He was a true Great Saint.

In this era where Saints were extinct, he was an existence standing at the top of the pyramid.

But he was willing to sweep the floor here, remaining unknown.

Ye Xuan stepped aside, making room behind him.

"Go ahead, Saintess sister," Ye Xuan said softly.

Then, Saintess Tianxuan stepped forward.

She was still dressed in white, in the style of six thousand years ago. Although she had spent a long time in the Forbidden Ground, her clothes remained spotless due to the blessing of Divine Power.

Her beauty was peerless, and her aura was cold and detached.

At this moment, she stood there without intentionally releasing any aura.

But with her appearance, an indescribable ripple seemed to appear in this deathly silent courtyard.

It was an aura from the same source.

It was the unique Dao rhythm belonging to the Tianxuan Holy Land.

The old man who was sweeping suddenly stopped his movements.

The rustling sound came to an abrupt end.

The old man's knuckles turned slightly white as he gripped the broom.

He seemed to have sensed something, and his originally cloudy eyes suddenly snapped open, shooting out two intimidating beams of light.

In that instant, the aura of old age on him vanished.

Replacing it was a terrifying pressure as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, unfathomable in its depth.

Although it was only a fleeting moment, An Miaoyi, standing in the distance, felt as if her heart had been gripped tightly by a giant hand, nearly suffocating her.

He really was a powerful expert! A peerless expert!