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nSeven days later, the youthful Red Dragon Dao Monarch came calling.

nShe was still dressed in plain cloth, and she had a quiet, reserved bearing. She’d come to request Su Yi’s guidance.

nSu Yi reclined comfortably in a wicker chair, eyes closed, basking in the sunlight. The young woman sat on a little bench beside him, solemnly explaining everything that confused her. Each time, Su Yi gave her answers.

nThe two made no attempt to disguise their conversation. Fang Han couldn’t help but be curious, and he eavesdropped from a distance. But the more he listened, the more bewildered he felt, to the point that his heart palpitated, and he fell into a daze. When Qing Wei saw this, she hurriedly pulled him away and blocked off his senses to reawaken his spirit.

nBy the time Fang Han regained his senses, he was drenched in sweat, and his expression was full of lingering terror.

n“These mysteries of the Grand Dao touch upon the secrets of Immortal Kings,” warned Qing Wei. “Never mind you, even I couldn’t process their conversation. Falling into obsession would be getting off lightly; at worst, your heart could shatter, and your cultivation could flow away.”

nFang Han gasped, but a moment later, he couldn’t help but ask, “Senior, didn’t you say that he’s yet to step into the Immortal Dao? How can he possibly instruct an Immortal King’s cultivation?”

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nAlthough the youth had witnessed Su Yi’s unbelievable abilities, his heart was still on guard. He wasn’t even willing to call Su Yi senior!

nNot even Qing Wei could cure him of this behavior, but since Su Yi didn’t seem to mind, Qing Wei let it go.

n“You’ll understand later,” said Qing Wei, her gaze inscrutable. When it comes to knowledge of the Grand Dao, someone like the Sovereign could make even powerhouses of the Great Realm ashamed of their own inferiority, let alone Immortal Kings!

n“You keep saying I wouldn’t get it.” Fang Han pursed his lips.

nQing Wei smiled. “You’re a descendant of the Bi’an Spirit Race. By now, I’m sure you’re aware that the Eight Methods for Refining the Body the young lord transmitted to you are the real thing.”

nFang Han nodded. “It really is the real thing, but I still don’t understand… why he has my clan’s lost ancestral legacy…”

nBewilderment was written all over his face. It was far too unbelievable!

n“There’s a lot you don’t understand,” said Qing Wei. “Going forward, be a bit more respectful. It’s not like you think; he has no ill intentions towards you.”

nFang Han snorted coldly, stubbornly pursed his lips, and said nothing. There was no doubt about it; Qing Wei’s words had had no impact at all.

nOff in the distance, Su Yi rose from his wicker chair and said, “That’s enough for now. When you return, just cultivate as I told you.”

n“Got it!” The young woman rose and bowed. Her youthful face was full of awe and understanding.

nSometimes, a single conversation with a master was better than ten years of reading. Su Yi’s answers made her feel as if he’d parted the clouds, letting her see the sun once more. All of her doubts and confusion had been swept away, and everything seemed clear and bright.

nHer attitude toward Su Yi silently shifted throughout this process. She was no longer just awed; she was reverent.

nSu Yi then casually asked about what had happened a few days prior at the Palace of Trials.

n“The truth has already become clear, but because of this, Madam Yunning and Li Songfu almost came to blows. Xing Yu stopped them, but I can already say with certainty that they’ll clash after they leave the Black Dragon Market,” the girl responded solemnly. “Although Li Songfu didn’t say anything about Pu Heng’s death, Xing Yu suspects he hates you for it. He… might well be a latent threat.”

nShe paused, then said softly, “If you’d like, I can go kill him right now and nip this latent threat in the bud.”

nHer casual tone gave Qing Wei chills. Li Songfu was an Immortal Lord!

nBut to the Red Dragon Dao Monarch, he was no different from a clay chicken or porcelain dog. She could kill him as she pleased!

n“No need for that.” Su Yi shook his head. “He hates me, but he hasn’t taken any action against me. Killing him for nothing would make me seem petty.”

nThe young woman nodded and quickly bade farewell.

nOnce she’d left, Su Yi beckoned Qing Wei over. “Come with me to the Forest of Steles.”

nQing Wei’s eyes lit up, and she was all too happy to agree.

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nA churning sea of clouds bathed in glittering golden light.

nAn ancient formation of the Immortal Dao blanketed a region at the heart of the sea of clouds.

nWhen you opened a corner of the formation, you’d discover an altogether different world within the clouds. It contained a vast number of stone steles!

nThey all stood against the chaotic clouds, stretching as far as the eye could see.

nThis was the Forest of Steles!

nEvery stele was covered in ancient and mysterious naturally formed Dao Markings.

nLike the vestiges of all manner of Grand Daos!

nAnd deeper in the Forest of Steles, an air of chaos billowed, and the mist and light of the Grand Dao churned. It was like a grand and ancient vision.

nNine Dao Steles stood there, towering into the heavens. From a distance, they were like nine steep mountains, based in the ground and holding up the sky!

nThe Nine Steles of the Primeval Era.

nRumor had it that these nine steles had existed since the Immortal Realm’s Primeval Era, and that all of them were naturally formed miraculous chaos stones. They each gave rise to the most fundamental source markings of the Grand Dao!

nMost unbelievable of all, the source Dao Markings floating on the stele’s surface were in constant motion, like flowing water, blazing flames, or dancing gales.

nThroughout the long years following the creation of the Black Dragon Market, countless legendary powerhouses of the Immortal Dao had visited the Nine Steles of the Primeval Era in an attempt to discern their mysteries of the Grand Dao.

nSome of them achieved enlightenment overnight, their powers of the Grand Dao soaring to new heights as they underwent complete and utter breakthroughs.

nBut the vast majority left having gained nothing at all.

nThis was because the source Dao Markings on the steles were far too mysterious and inscrutable. Even those of extraordinary talent struggled to see through them.

nA spacious cloud platform stood before the steles, like a ritual ground. A group of old-timers had gathered there, and they were attempting to divine and comprehend the markings on the seventh stele.

nOne of the old-timers, a white-haired, white-bearded elder, sat alone in a corner, holding a bronze plate. His eyes were tightly shut, and he sat there, entirely unmoving.

nThis was High Elder Mo Canqiu of the Lu Province’s Divine Talisman Immortal Sect. He was an older-generation Immortal Lord with wondrous attainments in the Dao of Talismans and Formations!

nHe was completely focused on trying to derive the source Dao markings of the seventh stele.

nThe other old-timers were clustered together and conversing amongst themselves. They too were trying to figure out the stele’s secrets.

n“That won’t work.” A white-eyebrowed monk said with a bitter, frustrated laugh.

nThis was Chief Elder Silent Truths of Lotus Temple’s Discipline Hall, an expert of the Elephant Province.

nOf the dozen-or-so gathered old-timers, he had the highest rank and cultivation. Only Mo Canqiu could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

nThe others looked and felt dejected.

n“We figured out the first six steles in just nineteen years, but the seventh stele alone has already taken us twenty-nine years, and we’ve yet to succeed. It’s truly frustrating,” someone said with a deep sigh.

n“Once every forty-nine years, the source Dao Markings of the Nine Steles of the Primeval Era will undergo a complete transformation, becoming starkly different from before,” someone said gravely. “That means we have less than a year left.”

nThey’d yet to see through the seventh stele. Who among them would dare say that they could grasp the seventh, eighth, and ninth steles completely in the time remaining?

nThe old-timers’ hearts were increasingly heavy.

nThey’d decided to join forces in hope that combining their wisdom would be enough to let them grasp the steles’ secrets.

nBut reality was unquestionably cruel.

nThey’d come here full of confidence, only to repeatedly bump into walls. They’d severely underestimated how difficult the steles were to grasp!

n“Old Mo has sat there for thirteen years trying to grasp the seventh stele’s mysteries. He’s yet to reawaken even now,” someone said with concern. “I’m worried about what will happen to him if anything goes awry with his divinations. The consequences would be unimaginable.”

nThe crowd instinctively turned to look at him. Mo Canqiu just sat there like a mud statue, not moving in the slightest.

nOf those present, Mo Canqiu had the greatest skill in divination!

nHe was a famous grandmaster of talismans and formations, even by the standards of the Immortal Realm as a whole. His grasp of formations and Dao Markings had long since reached supreme heights.

nBut…

nMo Canqiu had sat there, unmoving, for thirteen years already, yet he still couldn’t discern the mysteries of the seventh stele!

n“Only one year remains. If we can’t see through the mysteries of the seventh stele even after we join forces, it’ll be useless no matter who shows up. Even those unrivaled powerhouses at the pinnacle of the Grand Dao would be helpless,” sighed a man in brocade robes.

nThe crowd fell silent.

nSuddenly, a voice rang out. “Says who?”

nThe crowd was stunned, and they instinctively looked over.

nThey then watched as two figures, a man and a woman, approached through the dense forest of Dao steles.

nThe man was dressed in blue, and the woman was an extraordinary charmer.

nThese were none other than Su Yi and Qing Wei.

nHowever, the old monsters didn’t recognize Su Yi. They only knew Qing Wei. It was only natural; Qing Wei was both an enchanting beauty and an Immortal Lady of the Yao Path, and it would have been hard for her not to be recognizable.

n“So, it’s Fellow Daoist Qing Wei.” Several of the old monsters called out and greeted her politely.

nBut one of them, a man in brocade robes, instead looked at Su Yi and teased, “Is this young fellow your junior? He said something quite interesting just now.”

n“No,” Qing Wei corrected him. “He’s my young lord.”

nThe crowd was stunned, then thoughtful.

nAll of them were old monsters who’d lived too many years to count. Qing Wei’s words made them realize that this young man with no sign of a cultivation base had to have extraordinary origins!

nThe man in brocade flashed Su Yi a charming smile and clasped his fist. “My apologies. I spoke too abruptly, and I humbly request your understanding.”

nSu Yi waved the apology away. “What do you mean, abruptly? You were right. I truly cannot agree with what you said earlier.”

nThe man in brocade robes frowned. It seemed he hadn’t expected that a junior like Su Yi would refuse to relent even after he apologized.

nHe glanced at Qing Wei, then chuckled. “Is that so? Then might I ask for your lofty and esteemed opinion, young lord?”

nThe other old monsters looked at Su Yi too. All of them were surprised. Where does a junior like him get the confidence to correct an Immortal Lord to his face?

nBut what really confused them was that Immortal Lady Qing Wei wasn’t stopping him!

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