Chapter 1470 - Explosion (1/2)

Chapter 1470 Explosion

Sage Monarch Three Weeks did not know that Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue had once possessed the Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber. No matter what, the Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber was a Wielder of the Will’s primordial treasure. With him having once been the master of such a primordial treasure, Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue’s vision was, of course, far beyond that of an ordinary Profound Sage as some views had been influenced by the primordial treasure. Let alone Profound Sages, there would even be some Immortals who wouldn’t be able to provide him with answers.

The t.i.tle, (The Most Reliable Senior of the Nine Provinces Number One Group), that he had was not given to him in vain.

Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue had all sorts of knowledge related to cultivation, whether it was about forging magical treasures, refining medicinal pills, formations, or talisman-making.

In Sage Monarch Three Weeks’ eyes, only Sage Monarch Winter Melon didn’t seem that amazing… However, this was only relative to Tyrannical Song, White, and Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue.

Sage Monarch Winter Melon still had a very unique view with his path of defense. When it came to defending, some of his views could surprise even veteran Profound Sages.

If Sage Monarch Winter Melon had been the only new Profound Sage here, he would have been considered a genius and would have given the old Profound Sages a great shock!

Sage Monarch Three Weeks sighed, and thought, It feels like a new era of cultivation is upon us. Not only are Profound Sages emerging in batches, but all of them are monstrous geniuses.

Looking at these newly ascended Profound Sages, he suddenly felt old.

However, there was another new Profound Sage that made him feel strange. It was Profound Sage Seven Lives Talisman, who had not partic.i.p.ated in the Profound Sages’ discussion of the Great Way from beginning to end. Sage Monarch Three Weeks still remembered that when Profound Sage Seven Lives Talisman had delivered his Profound Sage Speech, he had given a Buddhist speech that revolved around him being the supreme one under the heavens, which was quite surprising.

But now, the Profound Sage Seven Lives Talisman in front of him was like an ordinary Immortal Feast guest, quietly watching the Profound Sage discussion and occasionally holding up the teacup and taking a sip. He was not as domineering as he had been at the time.

Moreover, his cultivation base also looked very weird-sometimes it’d look as if he was at the Fifth Stage, sometimes at the Fourth Stage, sometimes at the Eighth Stage, and sometimes one would be completely unable to sense his realm.

After feeling Sage Monarch Three Weeks’ strange gaze, Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman raised his head and showed a dull smile.

When he smiled, a rune on his chest gleamed slightly.

Afterward, Sage Monarch Three Weeks sensed an ethereal aura coming from Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman.

It was the aura of a masterful monk who had attained great enlightenment.

[Everyone is empty, all beings are empty.]

Even Profound Sage Seven Lives Talisman seemed to be empty.

The black windbreaker on his body seemed to have turned into a white robe, and one could sense a kind of ‘Buddhist aura’ that couldn’t be put into words coming from him.

This Profound Sage Seven Lives Talisman… is also very unusual.

Sure enough, every one of these new Profound Sages is a monster.

Sage Monarch Three Weeks smiled back and turned his head to continue discussing the Great Way with the other Profound Sages.

Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman secretly let out a breath of relief.

As his body carried the (n.o.body under the heavens doesn’t know of me) effect, when he came to partic.i.p.ate in the Immortal Feast this time, the ancestors of his family were afraid that he would make them lose face, so they paid a lot of money for a rune that could prevent that from happening.

The effect of the rune was the feeling that Sage Monarch Three Weeks experienced just now.

If it weren’t for my family having deep roots, this Immortal Feast would have been a real embarra.s.sment, Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman said in his mind.

He didn’t expect Song Shuhang to gather the Profound Sages together to discuss the Great Way after the Immortal Feast ended.

Shuhang, this kid, makes too many things happen.

In addition…

Perhaps it was because he’d had a fair amount of immortal brew and immortal tea, and they’d been discussing for three days and three nights straight, but he had the urge to urinate.

One should not mistakenly believe that Fifth Stage pract.i.tioners would not have the urge to pee… Although Fifth Stage pract.i.tioners had no need to go to the toilet, it was because they had magical techniques that they could use to solve this problem, but this didn’t mean that they never got the urge.

Besides, for something like this, one would also have to consider what was being drunk. If they were drinking ordinary water, the Spiritual Emperor could go on for a few months without stopping. But Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman had been downing immortal brew and immortal tea for the past three days.

Anyway, it didn’t matter that much as he had a way to deal with it.

Could something as trivial as the urge to urinate really trouble a pract.i.tioner?

Even a Third Stage pract.i.tioner would have the means to deal with a matter such as this.

Otherwise, could pract.i.tioners that stayed closed up without moving for several months or years possibly exit their seclusion every time they needed to relieve themselves and close up again right after?

But having said that, it was precisely because pract.i.tioners had the means to solve this problem that people were left with the illusion that they had no need to go to the toilet in ancient times.

In the early morning of October 12th.

The Profound Sages’ discussion was finally coming to an end.

Song Shuhang secretly let out a breath of relief.

This Profound Sage discussion was really a great way of skipping past the appointed battles on October 10th.

Regardless of whether the other Profound Sages present could recall the promise of the battle that they had set on October 10th, the time had already pa.s.sed, and the agreement was naturally invalid.

But there was another serious matter. Song Shuhang also felt the urge to pee. After all, he had drunk a lot of immortal brew before the discussion, and had drunk even more immortal tea for the past three days and nights. Even if he had three cores and a Fifth Stage cultivation base, he couldn’t hold it for much longer.

More importantly, Song Shuhang had not learned the means to deal with such a matter.

This was because he had never closed up, so he didn’t have the opportunity to learn such things.

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Song Shuhang felt desperate right now.

Sage Monarch White silently put away the teapot, which represented the end of the Profound Sage discussion.

The Profound Sages present were all satisfied.

Their harvest this time could only be described as ‘rich’.

“Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, when you have the chance, you should come pay me a visit. I will surely welcome you with some wine.” Sage Monarch Three Weeks stood up and waved his feather fan to bid farewell.