The Past of Qian Sheng Palace
In short, she wanted to know everything about the Thousand Saints Palace.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
It's unfair that the enemy knows a lot about her while she knows nothing about the enemy.
"Ask the Thousand Saints Palace." Elder Ye put down his teacup and sighed, taking out a book: "It's really a hassle to drink just one cup of your tea, making me take out so many good things."
The book she took out was tattered, with translucent oil stains on the cover and many black fingerprints, making it impossible to know where to start.
"Take a look, and ask me if you don't understand."
After Elder Ye finished speaking, he called Mingxin over and gave him some pointers on cultivation issues before sending him away.
Wen Zheng took a deep breath, picked up the book and opened it. The first page was about the collapse of the Jianmu tree, and the rest of the content revolved around this event, with a considerable portion of it related to the Thousand Saints Palace.
The Thousand Saints Palace was founded a thousand years ago. When the Jianmu tree collapsed, order was in chaos, and all living beings in the world suffered. A powerful being who had been in seclusion for many years suddenly emerged and established an organization. The powerful being's friend was invited to join, and he also called on other friends.
During that chaotic time, this organization, undaunted by death or power, cleared out a safe zone to shelter all those who came seeking help.
Furthermore, their help is selfless, asking for nothing in return, making them a veritable saintly and holy group in the cultivation world. Because they have helped so many people, some people have begun to call this organization the Thousand Saints.
After the chaos subsided, these people did not leave. Instead, they established sects in the safe zone, which is the origin of the Thousand Saints Palace.
After figuring this out, Wen Zheng continued reading. According to the records, there was no problem with the establishment of Qian Sheng Palace. Most of the subsequent stories revolved around Qian Sheng Palace, describing how it helped others and relieved suffering.
When Wen Zheng read this, she felt a sense of unreality. She never doubted that there were such selfless saints and fathers in the world, but the story of how the Thousand Saints Palace gradually grew stronger in the book was too similar.
Just like Long Aotian playing a dungeon, every move is almost identical, and she can guess the rest of the story just by reading the beginning.
Most of them describe a disaster that occurred in a certain place, which many sects could not solve. Later, the Thousand Saints Palace came and used all their manpower and resources to solve the problem. The story ends with the classic singing and praising segment.
"Is there something wrong with this story?" Wen Zheng asked tentatively.
Perhaps it was her sensitivity and suspicion, or her prejudice against the Thousand Saints Palace that led her to doubt as her first reaction.
"You also think there's a problem?" Elder Ye asked, interrupting Wen Zheng who had already flipped through two-thirds of the book. "The rest of the content is pretty much the same; there's no need to read it."
The tattered book appears to be a chronicle of the cultivation world, but it contains a lot of personal opinions, all of which are about a certain sect. Elder Ye scoffed at it when he read it in his youth.
It's probably just another unscrupulous book fabricated by some down-on-his-luck cultivator to profit from.
Even though she later learned that it was written by a famous author in the cultivation world and that all the content was based on true stories, she still didn't believe the book.
“It’s too formulaic.” After saying that, Wen Zheng realized that the other person might not understand her meaning, so she explained, “It’s like a story that was carved from the same mold.”
Elder Ye nodded in deep agreement: "I think so too."
A story of praise only needs to be told once; repeating it over and over gets boring.
"This book was once very popular, but it was banned by the Thousand Saints Palace at some point. All the copies that were left in the market were destroyed, and there are not many left."
Wen Zheng closed the book: "Why was such a good story banned?"
When she said "okay," her accent changed slightly, as if she were mocking her.
Elder Ye shook his head: "I don't know, but the Thousand Saints Palace said they only want to focus on cultivation, and outside attention is a nuisance to them."
Wen Zheng burst out laughing, so loudly that Elder Ye turned his head and said, "You're laughing very happily."
It sounds more like mockery than happiness.
Wen Zheng suppressed the mocking smile that was curving her lips and said seriously, "I am more concerned about the current situation of Qian Sheng Palace than its history."
For example, her unknown enemies.
Elder Ye thought she had done enough today, but she didn't expect Wen Zheng to push her luck and ask her about the situation inside the Thousand Saints Palace.
Since I've already said so much that I shouldn't have, I might as well go all the way and say it all at once.
"The current Palace Master of Qian Sheng Palace is named Shan Fengyu. He is the eldest disciple of the previous Palace Master. After the previous Palace Master passed away, he naturally succeeded to the position of the new Palace Master."
Wen Zheng asked, "Isn't anyone going to try and grab it?"
Do these people really have no selfish motives in taking the position of the number one sect leader in the cultivation world?
Wen Zheng didn't believe it.
"No," Elder Ye continued, "Every succession in the Thousand Saints Palace has been smooth, almost always by the eldest disciple of the previous palace master, and there has never been a mistake."
The sarcasm that Wen Zheng had suppressed resurfaced on her face.
Elder Ye seemed not to have seen it and continued, "Shan Fengyu had a wife after he succeeded to the throne, but she died young, leaving behind an only son. Unfortunately, he lacked talent and could not become Shan Fengyu's disciple."
After she finished speaking, she picked up the teacup on the table and continued drinking.
Wen Zheng waited a while, and when she didn't hear anything more, she asked, "That's it?"
Elder Ye raised an eyebrow: "That's all. Do you want to know any other secrets?"
Her tone was chilling, and Wen Zheng wisely kept quiet and didn't ask any more questions.
After Elder Ye finished his tea and got up to leave, Wen Zheng waved the book in her hand and called out, "Your book."
She waved her hand dismissively and said, "It's yours."
After she walked away, Wen Zheng reread the book and found it increasingly unsettling.
The writing is beautiful, yet a chill permeates the lines.
Humans can be perfect and selfless, but can such perfection really last for nearly a thousand years?
Wen Zheng had no answer in her heart, or perhaps she had the answer but didn't want to say it.
During the remaining three days of the journey, Wen Zheng mainly announced her seclusion to Mu Qing. Unlike previous seclusions, this time she couldn't even take care of eating and drinking.
When Mu Qing walked to the door of Wen Zheng's secluded room again, she looked up and saw the untouched food.
When she was in seclusion, Wen Zheng ate three meals a day as usual. Sometimes when he forgot to bring her food, she would send him a message asking him to bring her food. Moreover, she was not a cultivator who practiced fasting. This time, she was in seclusion for three days in a row. Could it be that there was an emergency?
With questions in mind, Mu Qing inquired about what happened after he left that day and learned that Wen Zheng had talked with Elder Ye of Medicine Immortal Valley for a long time. He then turned around and found Elder Ye.
"You've come to ask me what I talked about with her?" Elder Ye saw through his intentions at a glance.
Mu Qing gave a deep "hmm," her expression indifferent, as if she didn't care about Wen Zheng and was just giving a perfunctory answer when she asked.
Elder Ye smiled, but did not reveal the content of her conversation with Wen Zheng. Instead, she changed the subject: "What would you do if I told you that Wen Zheng is in danger right now?"
Mu Qing suddenly looked at Elder Ye, her eyes filled with not only confusion but also a burning fighting spirit.
Is she in danger?
Elder Ye shook his head: "Unsure."
However, judging from Wen Zheng's mocking attitude towards Qian Sheng Palace, it's pretty much true.
Mu Qing looked up and met Elder Ye's gaze, her calm eyes carrying the tranquility before a storm: "I will do everything in my power to eliminate all dangers."
With his true cultivation level, he has few rivals in the cultivation world.
"What if you can't eliminate this danger, and your identity becomes an obstacle preventing you from taking action?"
"……What's the meaning?"
Mu Qing looked puzzled, not understanding the meaning behind her words.
"You'll understand later. Don't bother her during this time." Elder Ye finished speaking and turned to leave, leaving Mu Qing standing there quietly pondering the meaning behind her words.
His identity would be an obstacle to protecting Wen Zheng, which is why Wen Zheng was unwilling to tell him certain things.
This is related to the secret Wen Zheng was hiding.
Mu Qing remained absolutely certain and continued to ponder the question of her identity.
While he was lost in thought, Wen Zheng was busy drawing talismans in seclusion. As they approached the Thousand Saints Palace, the heavy stone that had been pressing on her heart seemed to grow heavier and heavier, making it hard for her to breathe.
While there's still time, make more talismans for self-defense.
Inside the Thousand Saints Palace.
All the elders gathered in the Radiant Hall, whispering among themselves as they discussed the upcoming Immortal Clan Grand Competition.
In previous years, Qian Sheng Palace never got involved in this matter, nor did it hold the event at Qian Sheng Palace. This year is an exception.
Elder Yun, dressed in an indigo robe, was not conspicuous in the crowd. He slowly walked up to a woman who was as cold as ice and greeted her.
"Elder Feng, it's been a long time."
He walked up to Feng Gui with a smile, as if he were exchanging pleasantries with an old friend.
"roll."
Feng Gui coldly uttered a single word, not even sparing him a glance, her eyes fixed on the empty throne above.
The commotion attracted another elder, who pulled Elder Yun away and muttered, "You still dare to go up there? Have you forgotten what happened last time?"
The visitor kindly brought up the serious matter Feng Gui had committed last time, intending to give Yunhe a heads-up. The latter understood and whispered, "I think the Palace Master didn't punish her; it's all in the past."
They were discussing Feng Gui's attack on the Palace Master. It was unclear whether Feng Gui had gone mad from practicing his martial arts, but he had become so bold as to attack the Palace Master.
The visitor shook his head: "It's still a long way off. Our Palace Master loves to settle scores later."
The two walked away in hushed tones. Only after they were far away did Feng Gui manage to glance at them and let out a sneer.
Not long after, a maid came out to report that the Palace Master was unwell and that the Immortal Sect Competition would be discussed tomorrow.
Everyone put aside their important matters to come over. Although they were dissatisfied with the sheets being left out in the wind and rain for so long, they dared not say anything. They all said "yes" and then left.
Feng Gui was the first to turn around and leave, showing no respect to the others.
Several elders who had been pushed aside by her cursed angrily behind her, but someone immediately reminded them, and the elders who were cursing quickly fell silent.
Everyone in the Thousand Saints Palace knew that Feng Gui was a madman.
After returning to her cave, Feng Gui immediately set up a soundproof barrier and asked the person who had suddenly appeared in her cave, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
Yunhe sat at the table flipping through the cultivation manual, saying nonchalantly, "So what if they found out? They probably think I'm trying to curry favor with you."
His persona at Qian Sheng Palace is that of a sycophant who pleases everyone.
"Heh." Feng Gui sneered.
Yunhe wasn't in the mood to argue with her and said, "Did you find anything useful when you said you were going to investigate last time?"
Feng Gui stared at him with dead fish eyes, and twitched the corner of her mouth: "Nothing to show for it."
Yunhe sighed, his eyes conveying four words: Useless.
Before Feng Gui could object, Yun He immediately stood up and said, "People from my original sect are coming. I will try to contact them and ask for their help."
Feng Gui glanced at him: "You traitor left your original sect to join the Thousand Saints Palace. Are you sure the people from your original sect won't kill you?"
Her response was a faint, playful laugh in the air.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. When Wen Zheng came out of her seclusion room, everything went black before her eyes, and she couldn't muster any strength in her hands.
For three consecutive days, he drew talismans, working tirelessly day and night until the sky darkened.
Mu Qing had been waiting outside Wen Zheng's room. When she saw her come out, she had someone bring her some food. "We'll be at Qian Sheng Palace soon. Why don't you go back and get some sleep?"
He doesn't seem to be fully awake.
Wen Zheng mechanically ate her food, nodding blankly.
Mu Qing watched her finish eating, then sent her back to her room to sleep. She then discussed the arrangements for Qian Sheng Palace with the other elders.
Wen Zheng lay in bed, wide awake. She was about to face the big boss and really couldn't sleep.
She had made up her mind in those three days.
Her main purpose in going to Qian Sheng Palace was to cause trouble and then find a way to get the things she had hidden in advance.
It's unknown which "lucky one" will be the first person she operates on.
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