Chapter 65 The Autumn Wind Rose (1/2)

Shen Lian spent three days at the tavern and loitered around town. He finally clarified a few matters.

The residents of the town were mostly descendants of Qing Xuan disciples. Either that, or they had stumbled across the town by accident and decided to live here.

These people had an advantage when it comes to joining Qing Xuan sect. In fact, there were some who managed to join Qing Xuan. However, they did not manage to learn the essence of Qing Xuan techniques due to their lack of potential or mentality.

The young people sent by well-known families in Jianghu or sects hidden from the world were mostly descendants of these normal Qing Xuan disciples.

After they failed to pursue Dao, they returned to the mortal world. Some of them got married and built a family of their own; some indulged in worldly leisure and passed on their legacy.

As they did not get to learn the essence of Qing Xuan techniques, they only knew a few Qigong practices.

Of course, they could enjoy themselves in the mortal realm. However, when the time comes, they were nothing but a pile of bones.

There were some who claimed to be celestials after learning a few Dao techniques, such as those form the Flying Celestials Island.

In fact, most of these techniques were not any better than the Deity Vanquishing Sword.

That was because the true celestial schools did not bother themselves with such petty techniques.

The lady in purple that Shen Lian met the other day was the real deal.

Ever since Shen Lian time-travelled, he met plenty of powerful individuals. However, the only one who gave him such an impactful encounter with Celestialism was the mysterious lady in purple. Shen Lian wondered what kind of position she held in Qing Xuan.

The owner of the tavern never showed his face. However, the bartender from that day was very helpful and informative. Shen Lian got most of his information from the bartender.

Shen Lian looked right at the end of the long street where it was surrounded by clouds. It felt so close yet so far. Apparently, it was known as the Forbidden Technique of the Clouds, a technique used to segregate the mortal realm from the celestials.

Those who were from Qing Xuan could come and go as they please, but outsiders were not allowed to enter unless special circumstances warrant it.

Besides the strategic advantage enjoyed by the residents of the town, Qing Xuan would only admit ten disciples every fifty years. Yet, it could turn out that not even a single one of them had a chance to attain immortality.

The difficulties within Celestialism were not something that could be easily detailed in words.

However, no one would give up on such a precious opportunity.

As days passed, more and more people came to town. Shen Lian stuck to his original plan and worked on his inner Qi.

Everyone knew that Qing Xuan would only take in ten new disciples. Rumour had it that if the person was one of the ten, the person was meant to be part of Qing Xuan. Wenxin Road served to filter out those who were not meant to be part of the ten.

If one could kill off the rest of his competitors before the mountain gate was opened, then he would be within the ten and would have a higher chance of joining Qing Xuan.

Despite not knowing the legitimacy of the rumor, a lot of people still tried.

This was why the bartender said that they were all going to be dead soon.

Of course, Shen Lian did not believe in the rumor. There were plenty of people who believed in it, though.

The tactic of killing with a borrowed sword would always work. All it took was just one selfish and greedy person.

Solo travelers like Shen Lian would be their first choice, as they were seen as easy targets.

However, those who came in a group might not share the same idea after all. With such a huge group, it was obvious that ten slots were not going to be enough for everyone.

Those who managed to get there were not idiots. Given their intellect, none of them was willing to lose out on the benefits.

Those who acted first were never wise. They were mere brave foot soldiers without much in their head.

The autumn wind rose and the world fell into a murderous silence.

Shen Lian was in his room at the tavern when he felt a sharp murderous intent directed at him.

He had always expected someone to be onto him. If the person waited till now to strike, it would mean that the person was not just any ordinary person.

Ever since he came, there were a lot of strangers who came to the town every day. However, the number of outsiders never increased.

This was so as those who came were never more than those who got killed.

Shen Lian had unblocked his Governor Vessel and Conception Vessel. His confidence in his every movement looked intimidating to onlookers and a lot of people feared him.

He was one of the few well-recognized highly skilled experts in the tavern. There were even a few people who knew his background.

Shen Lian was not bothered by the fact that he was surrounded by packs of wolves. He saw it as an opportunity to train and grow.

His spirit did not get stronger because of this. However, it was less impulsive and had gotten more stable. During the past month, his inner Qi got purer too.

In the eyes of others, Shen Lian was a proud loner.

The leaves were falling in the courtyard. Beyond the sound of the falling leaves, it was a heavy set of footsteps.