nyslfriends Chapter 1858 Ancient Rogue Cultivator? Nascent Soul Cultivator?
Chapter 1858 Ancient Rogue Cultivator? Nascent Soul Cultivator?
at this time--
From the most majestic main hall in the center, a towering figure emerged.
He was clad in heavy, dark gold scale armor, and with each step he took, the surrounding seawater seemed to freeze.
It was Shark Slaughter, a senior semi-elder of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan.
He did not linger in the palace complex, but instead walked straight to a secluded area at the back.
There stood a relatively small, but more secluded, palace.
The palace was shrouded in a thin yet exceptionally strong array of light, which blocked all prying eyes and sounds.
Shark stopped in front of the light screen without making a sound. He simply flicked his finger, and a condensed demonic power, like a black needle, pointed towards the light screen.
hum...
A fine ripple spread across the surface of the light curtain.
Like a still water surface broken by a pebble.
Deep within the palace.
Sha Minghong, who was in seclusion in endless darkness, suddenly opened his eyes.
A blood-red glint flashed in his eyes in the darkness, and his brows furrowed in displeasure.
He did not rise, but merely moved his lips slightly, his voice condensing into a beam that pierced through the palace barriers, exploding directly in Shark's ears like a muffled thunderclap in the deep sea:
"What's the matter?"
"Didn't I say that I shouldn't disturb your seclusion unless it's something important?"
The chill in the voice made the surrounding seawater almost freeze.
Shark's body trembled slightly, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. He immediately reached into his robes and took out a jade slip that was faintly glowing with blood-red light, presenting it with both hands:
"Reporting to the clan leader, there are unusual and significant changes in the human cultivation world..."
All details are recorded in this jade slip. This matter is of utmost importance, and I dare not delay.
With that, he waved his hand and sent it on its way.
The jade slip transformed into a streak of blood-red light, passing through the array's light barrier without hindrance and flying into the hall.
After a moment of silence in the hall...
Then came Shark Minghong's emotionless voice:
"I understand."
"Go down."
Shark felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and immediately bowed deeply in respect.
He then turned and retreated quietly at an even faster pace than when he arrived, his figure quickly disappearing into the shadows of the vast palace complex.
The hall returned to absolute darkness and silence.
A swirling, unpredictable aura of [Myriad Manifestations of the Netherworld] swirls around Shark Minghong.
The aura was chaotic, sometimes manifesting as countless phantoms, and sometimes returning to nothingness.
He reached out and caught the jade slip that floated in front of him, scanning it with his divine sense...
Information such as "the establishment of the Cultivator Association" and "the birth of a Nascent Soul senior" all came to mind.
After a while.
A cold, mocking smile slowly curved his lips.
"An ancient rogue cultivator? A Nascent Soul cultivator?"
"Hmph... You've done a pretty good job of disguising yourself."
He muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hall, carrying an all-knowing indifference.
"As expected of the Nightmare Clan, who are known as 'born masters of illusion'."
This feat of creating a deception that could fool the eye and stir up trouble was truly remarkable.
In his mind, he had long believed that all the Nascent Soul cultivators of the human race had perished in the earth-shattering battle at the Forbidden Sea.
In today's cultivation world, those who are openly qualified to be called "strong"...
Aside from the High Priest of the Purgatory Clan in the Forbidden Sea.
There was only that elusive and slippery old monster from the Nightmare Clan.
The latter, in particular, had taken a huge advantage of him back then.
This matter has always been a thorn in Sha Minghong's side, something he finds hard to let go of.
"How can there be so many coincidences in the world?"
Humanity happened to be in a period of decline due to the extinction of the Nascent Soul stage, and then an ancient rogue cultivator just happened to emerge to turn the tide?
The bloodlust in Shark Minghong's eyes intensified, and he sneered inwardly.
"It's just that old ghost from the Nightmare Clan trying to take advantage of the chaos to set up a scheme and profit from it."
Such tricks may fool humans, but they cannot fool me.
He casually tossed the jade slip aside, as if it were nothing more than insignificant dust.
"That's fine.
Let you all make a fuss first.
After I have completely refined this [Myriad Manifestations of the Heavenly Realm], rebuilt my Dao foundation, and cleansed that traitorous brat from the Forbidden Sea...
"Let's have a proper chat with you, this 'ancient rogue cultivator'."
"At that time, all old and new grudges will be settled together."
The final whisper contained a chilling intent and absolute confidence.
Sha Minghong ignored the outside disturbances and closed his eyes again.
The chaotic [Myriad Manifestations of the Netherworld] aura surrounding him suddenly surged violently...
Countless illusory demonic beasts roared and howled, only to be quickly devoured and refined by the terrifying suction force emanating from his body.
His aura, deep within the dark palace, slowly and steadily rose towards some unfathomable abyss.
Outside the palace, the dark, lightless seawater flowed eternally, with only the faint sound of patrolling demon armor rubbing against each other.
Time flies like water...
Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.
This day!
As the sun rises, its golden rays fall upon the towering walls of Zhenhai City, illuminating the entire city with a radiant glow.
From within the city's various high-level cave dwellings, figures exuding powerful auras slowly emerged.
Some of them had an air of otherworldly grace, others a sinister aura, and still others were expressionless; all possessed an aura as deep and boundless as the sea.
call out!
Phew! !
The sound of something cutting through the air rang out one after another...
Streaks of rainbow light streaked across the sky above the immortal city, like a meteor shower falling to earth.
The rainbow's colors varied: crimson like blood, turquoise like jade, shimmering purple-gold, and pure silver-white...
They intertwine against the azure sky, creating a magnificent picture.
These streaks of light eventually crashed outside the majestic gate of the Zhenhai Alliance headquarters.
quickly!
These were all powerful cultivators at least at the late Nascent Soul stage, who walked in with their familiar fellow cultivators in twos and threes.
They walked with ease, each step imbued with a Daoist aura, their robes fluttering even without wind, revealing their profound cultivation.
"Fellow Daoist Blood Fiend!"
Three days ago, you mentioned the Cultivator's Association. What are your thoughts on that?
A cultivator in a green robe smiled and asked the old man in a blood-red robe beside him.
The Blood Demon Lord slightly raised his blood-red eyes, and his hoarse voice rang out:
"Why ask a question you already know the answer to? How could we possibly fathom the intentions of a Nascent Soul senior?"
but!
If this cultivators' association could truly be established, it might not necessarily be a bad thing for the cultivation world.
“Fellow Daoist Blood Fiend is right.”
On the other side, an elderly monk dressed in a moon-white robe clasped his hands together, golden light shimmering within them.
"Although the three major alliances appear to be on good terms, no one knows that they are not willing to submit to each other. Their internal strife has lasted for countless years and has already damaged too much of the vitality of our human race."
If a senior leader could take charge and integrate resources, it would be a great blessing for all people.
"Hmph, that's putting it lightly."
A black-robed cultivator sneered, his eyes flashing with cold light.
"There are only so many resources, so who has more and who has less?"
It's not something you can tell just by talking.
This statement came out.
The powerful figures all showed slight changes in their expressions, but did not respond. Instead, each with their own thoughts, they headed towards the main hall.
Not long!
Inside the Zhenhai Alliance Hall, seven or eight out of ten of the futons behind the thousands of desks were occupied by figures.
The main hall was magnificent, with a dome three hundred feet high, inlaid with countless luminous pearls, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.
As time goes by...
One figure after another appeared outside the palace gate.
A sword cultivator arrived on a flying sword, his sword energy soaring into the sky;
A Taoist priest arrived riding a crane, his appearance ethereal and otherworldly.
There are also powerful figures of the demonic path who descend on demonic clouds, their demonic might overwhelming.
Less than fifteen minutes later...
The magnificent scene from three days ago has reappeared.
Thousands of powerful cultivators at the late Nascent Soul stage and above gathered together, their auras intertwined. If it weren't for the suppression of the main hall's formation, the mere pressure would probably have been enough to shatter the souls of Golden Core cultivators.
at this time!
Suddenly, a ripple spread across the empty throne on the high platform, and a figure silently appeared.
The newcomer wore a simple blue robe and had an ordinary face, resembling a scholar from the mortal world, but his eyes were as deep as the starry sea.
Every cultivator in the hall felt a tremor in their soul as they looked at it.
It was Cheng Buzheng!
See this scene.
The hall fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.
Then,
Thousands of powerful figures stood up in unison, bowed, and clasped their hands in perfect unison.
"I'll wait to see you, senior!"
"Greetings, senior!"
The resounding and orderly sound seemed to tear through the clouds, echoing endlessly within the hall, causing even the luminous pearl on the dome to tremble slightly.
See this scene.
Cheng Buzheng remained calm as his gaze swept across the entire scene. Every cultivator whose gaze fell upon him felt as if they had been completely seen through, with no secrets left to them.
This is the unique pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, an absolute suppression of life levels.
Immediately.
Cheng Buzheng waved his hand gently and said in a warm voice:
"Please take your seats, everyone."
The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every cultivator, carrying a strange power to soothe their minds.
The cultivators sat down as instructed, but their gazes remained fixed on the high platform.
Cheng Buzheng paused for a moment, then continued:
"This is the organizational framework of the monks' association conceived by the Venerable One, along with many rules."
There's an old saying that goes:
One person's wisdom is limited, but three people's wisdom is superior.
The author may have overlooked certain aspects when constructing certain frameworks.
Please take a look, everyone. Is there anything inappropriate or overlooked, and what are the personnel choices for each department?
talking.
Cheng Buzheng waved his hand, and thousands of streaks of light shot out from his sleeve.
Jade slips fell like a torrential rain onto the desks of each cultivator in the main hall.
Absolutely precise, without any bias.
It reveals his exquisite control over power.
I've heard this!
The thousands of cultivators in the main hall understood that, while ostensibly a Nascent Soul cultivator asking them to fill in the gaps in their knowledge, they were actually being given recommendations for suitable candidates.
Or perhaps it's about dividing the cake.
For a while.
Many cultivators were also extremely excited.
If one can obtain a lucrative position, then there will certainly be no shortage of cultivation resources in the future.
Think of this.
Without further hesitation, they immediately picked up the jade slip from the table and probed it with their divine sense.
The first thing that catches the eye is the most prestigious position in the Cultivator Association.
—The position of president!
Although they desired it in their hearts, the many powerful figures in the hall knew that such a position was beyond their reach.
Even the most powerful half-saints from top sects have no chance.
Unless a Nascent Soul cultivator is born, no one can rival this senior.
Otherwise, there is absolutely no possibility.
Below the president are the various hall masters.
The group of late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators glanced at it and then ignored it.
Without the cultivation level of a half-saint, there is absolutely no chance of competing.
It was the department elders below the Palace Master who were the territory that these late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were fighting over.
The jade slip contained detailed information, covering all aspects of the cultivator association, including its aims, organizational structure, responsibilities and authority, rules of procedure, resource allocation, and reward and punishment systems.
Many of these rules caught the attention of the monks present.
In particular, the provisions regarding resource allocation and task rewards are significantly fairer and more reasonable than during the era of the three major alliances.
soon.
The Nascent Soul experts in the main hall then read through the framework and conditions of the Cultivator Association.
They pondered silently for a while, analyzing the pros and cons of the various regulations.
Some people had furrowed brows, some had shining eyes, and some had calm expressions that revealed neither joy nor anger.
at the same time.
As Yunhe Zhenjun looked at the departmental framework below the palace level, his brows furrowed without him even realizing it.
He knew full well that, given his background and abilities, his chances of winning a ministerial position were slim...
They simply cannot compete with those top-tier Nascent Soul stage experts from those sects.
But he looked down on the division-level positions below the ministerial level.
Although the division-level is considered a middle-level position, their power to allocate resources and their say are far less than those of the ministerial level.
Think of this.
Yunhe Zhenjun's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something.
He took a deep breath, stood up, bowed respectfully to Cheng Buzheng on the throne, and clasped his hands in greeting:
"senior!
Your idea is extremely well-thought-out, and I wholeheartedly agree!
But there's one thing I'm not sure if I should say it?
As soon as he said this, thousands of eyes in the hall fell on him.
There was curiosity, disdain, anticipation, and also indifferent observation...
Even though True Monarch Yunhe possessed the cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul stage, he felt immense pressure for a moment, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
At this time.
A gentle voice came, like a breeze, and all the pressure on True Monarch Yunhe dissipated.
"You can speak freely, my friend."
Cheng Buzheng's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.
Hear the words.
True Monarch Yunhe steadied himself, exhaled a breath of stale air, and then slowly spoke:
"Senior, the position of Palace Master carries great power and influence; a single word can determine the fate of countless cultivators."
Is it too few to have only one Hall Master and two Deputy Hall Masters at the Hall level?
It should be noted that each palace-level official oversees more than a dozen ministerial-level officials.
In my humble opinion, each hall-level department should have at least six deputy hall masters.
Ministerial-level departments also need to add corresponding vice ministers.
Otherwise, too much power concentration would be detrimental to the association's ability to maintain its overall stability.
These are merely my humble opinions, and I hope you, senior, will consider them carefully.
Upon hearing this...
Those cultivators inside the hall who knew they couldn't compete with the Hall Master, Deputy Hall Master, Department Head, or Deputy Department Head had a sudden thought and immediately spoke up in agreement:
"Senior, Fellow Daoist Yunhe is right!"
A single department may seem to cover a small area, but when considered across the entire human territory...
A strong leader is indeed needed to oversee the overall situation.
We second that proposal!
Please consider this carefully, senior.
"The concentration of power can easily lead to problems, and our predecessors, with their foresight, must have already considered this point."
"···"
For a while.
A chorus of agreement rang out in the main hall, with more than half of the cultivators expressing their support.
These were mostly late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators from semi-saint sects or ordinary forces, facing off against top-tier sect experts...
Lacking competitiveness, they naturally hope to gain more opportunities by increasing their job positions.
Those cultivators from top sects who were confident of securing a spot mostly remained silent.
They either watched coldly from the sidelines or frowned slightly.
...(End of this chapter)