Young Noble Be Monster Slaying

Once inside the familiar pavilion, Chu Liang raised the matter of selecting a hall for his attendant role, and Di Nufeng had some important thoughts to share on the matter.

"If you ask me, choosing a hall is serious business. We need to plan for the long term." She rested her chin on her hand, analyzing carefully. "I actually think the Hall of Weapons or the Hall of Alchemy would be good for you. Those two hold a lot of power, especially since they oversee the procurement of Mount Shu Sect’s materials and spirit plants. If you join one of those, you'll enjoy immense benefits.

"Of course, don’t handle the money yourself. You take the attendant role, and Little Yi runs the business. One of you holds the power, the other holds the wealth. One attacks from the outside, the other provides support from the inside. You’d make the perfect team! Anyone who wants to work with you will have to go through him. The money he makes will help you climb the ranks. With this back-and-forth setup, Silver Sword Peak will practically run the Mount Shu Sect!"

"..." Chu Liang fell silent for a moment.

Di Nufeng continued, "The Hall of Conservation isn’t a bad choice either. You’d be studying ancient texts—prestigious with a solid reputation. One of you deals with things outside, the other focuses on things inside. You become the face of Silver Sword Peak, and he works behind the scenes to keep things running. He brings in the money, and you bring the respect. It’s a perfect setup—no way it could go wrong."

"..." Chu Liang’s silence deepened.

"And of course, I still think the Hall of Discipline is the best choice. In our line of work, having friends in the Hall of Discipline is a must. One in the shadows, one in the light—you cover for him, he backs you up. He enjoys more perks than the others, and you rack up merit. The two of you can climb the ladder together and profit together."

"..." Chu Liang let out a quiet sigh.

When it came to organized crime, his teacher was at least two thousand years ahead of her time.

After a pause, Chu Liang changed the topic. "With all this… expertise, which hall did you join back then, Esteemed Teacher?"

Given Di Nufeng’s talent for scheming, she should have either risen to greatness or ended up behind bars. How had he and his teacher both ended up scraping the bottom of the barrel back then?

"..."

This time, it was Di Nufeng’s turn to fall silent.

After a long pause, she huffed, "If any hall had been willing to take me, do you think I’d be like this? I had to seize my peak master position by force!"

Chu Liang couldn't help but offer his deepest respect to the elders who had withstood the pressure and refused to accept Di Nufeng.

Having them as elders was truly Mount Shu Sect’s greatest fortune.

…

After wrapping up that risky conversation with Di Nufeng, Chu Liang made his way back to his long-abandoned cabin.

Everything inside was just as he had left it—untouched but perfectly clean. It was clear someone had been taking care of the place. After thinking about it, Chu Liang figured the only person on the peak who would bother was Chu Yi.

Instead of catching up with old friends right away, Chu Liang sat down cross-legged and started circulating his qi. He pulled out a spirit plant from his storage.

Even though he hadn’t cultivated in six years, the path of cultivation remained smooth and unobstructed for him.

Although he remained at the third level of the fifth realm, he currently had two transcendent forms and he had comprehended a Great Dao. In addition, he had more than enough resources.

In other words, as long as the Large-Headed Dolls spun fast enough, he could break through to the next realm once he had circulated enough of his qi. Once he had advanced through all the levels in the fifth realm, he could naturally advance to the next realm with his two transcendent forms.

With the Mystical Winged Divine Dragon Transcendent Form and the Divine Nine’s Profound Transcendent Form, which he had possessed for quite some time, the accumulated power could potentially propel him directly to the mid or even late stages of the sixth realm.

But first, he needed to make up for the levels he had yet to reach in the fifth realm.

Feeling too lazy to refine the plant into pills, Chu Liang simply swallowed the spirit plant whole, refining it internally with Divine Dragon Fire. The effect was almost the same as consuming the spirit plant in pill form.

A surge of spiritual energy flooded his body. As his qi circulation accelerated, a muffled boom resounded from within him moments later.

"Hah..."

Chu Liang exhaled softly.

Fourth level of the fifth realm completed.

For someone like him, breaking through the stages in a realm was as effortless as farting.

Now, all he needed to do was make the Large-Headed Dolls work non-stop.

As he glanced outside, he saw that it was still early. With time to spare, Chu Liang decided to head toward Heaven-Reaching Peak.

Inside the Hall of Weapons, he saw that a new generation of young disciples was on duty. The moment they saw Chu Liang, their eyes lit up with a mixture of awe and admiration—like they were standing before a living legend.

As the Champion of the Assembly of Immortal Sects and the founder of Red Cotton Peak, Chu Liang had earned a place of reverence among Mount Shu Sect’s younger disciples. His sudden disappearance only deepened the sense of mystery and admiration surrounding him.

It was a long-standing truth—the dead were often revered more than the living. The absence of the person in question left room for endless imagination.

Even though Chu Liang had merely won the title of champion at the Assembly of Immortal Sects, rumors in Mount Shu painted a far grander picture. According to some, had he not vanished, he might have already broken through to the ninth realm and claimed the title of Hallowed One.

As for kicking the members of the Penglai Supreme Sect and punching the members of the Fog-Hidden Mountain of Immortals—well, word had it he’d done that three years ago.

When Chu Liang asked for Wen Yulong, the young disciple stammered for a long moment before finally explaining that Wen Yulong was no longer stationed there.

After learning where Wen Yulong currently resided, Chu Liang set off without delay. It wasn’t far. Wen Yulong now lived in a pavilion atop an abandoned mountain peak.

Most of Mount Shu Sect’s attendant disciples lived close to one another, except for those from the Hall of Weapons and the Hall of Alchemy

Due to frequent accidents and confidentiality concerns, their residences were more isolated.

Especially in Wen Yulong’s case—whenever he tried to live closer to others, they would promptly vacate the area.

He had rightfully earned the infamous title of “Mount Shu’s Walking Calamity.”

Back then, when Chu Liang became the champion of the assembly, Wen Yulong’s reputation soared, as he was Chu Liang’s exclusive artificer.

However, the more people sought out Wen Yulong for his tool-making, the more they ended up suffering because of it.

Over time, everyone inside and outside Mount Shu came to know that he was a weird genius at tool-making, so naturally, no one sought him out anymore.

After all, not every cultivator had Chu Liang’s level of adaptability.

As Chu Liang thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

The only reason he had adapted to Wen Yulong’s creations in the first place was simple...

He had been broke.

“Junior Brother Wen!”

Chu Liang arrived at Wen Yulong's loft and called out, but silence greeted him.

He was puzzled. Wen Yulong wasn’t at the Hall of Weapons, hadn’t left Mount Shu, and clearly wasn’t home crafting tools. What could he possibly be up to?

As Chu Liang pondered, he pushed open the door to the first floor.

As soon as he entered, he witnessed a bizarre scene.

Crouching low beneath the table, Wen Yulong suppressed his qi, holding his breath as if he was afraid that something might sense him.

"Junior Brother Wen?" Chu Liang called out in confusion.

Wen Yulong glanced up, relief flickering across his face—only for it to vanish just as quickly. His eyes widened in panic, and he frantically waved his hand, pressing a finger to his lips.

It seemed he was signaling Chu Liang to stay silent.

"Hmm?" Chu Liang, already halfway into the room, let out a puzzled hum.

In that instant, a deafening dragon’s cry echoed through the loft.

A flash of black swordlight, swift as lightning, tore through the air and shot directly at Chu Liang! Its power was overwhelming!

Bam!

Chu Liang’s right hand instantly morphed into a dragon claw. With lightning speed, he reached out and just barely caught the black swordlight before it could pierce him. Two strands of his hair drifted to the floor, neatly severed.

As the swordlight faded, a black sword trembled in his palm, still vibrating violently as if trying to break free.

Staring at the quivering sword tip, Chu Liang felt lingering fear. Thankfully, his reflexes were fast enough and his dragon claw tough enough...

If it had been someone with weaker cultivation, that strike would have pierced their heart without question.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Chu Liang asked Wen Yulong.

"Don't mention it..." Wen Yulong groaned, crawling out from under the table. "It's a new enchanted tool I just made. I call it the Sound-Slaying Sword. It unsheathes and strikes whenever it hears a sound—perfect for confined spaces."

"The sword qi is impressive," Chu Liang commented. "Your craftsmanship has definitely improved."

Wen Yulong let out a bitter laugh. "It’s too impressive. Ever since I finished making it, I haven’t dared to move for three days straight!"

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Translator: GT

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