227 I Was a Peer of Great Ancestor Desheng (1/2)

After learning the full story of Hai Yunfan’s adventure, Wang Lu easily understood why he would rush to communicate with him.

The Ancient Sword Tomb setting caused him to feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and he believed that Hai Yunfan had also felt that same feeling, which was the reason why he thought of him in the first place.

”I remembered the earthshaking quest completion of Brother Wang on the Peach Blossom Village ten years ago; it is simply unprecedented. Therefore, I know that Brother Wang has an absolutely unique talent in breaking through these kinds of level designs and quests. However, in the Ancient Sword Tomb, cultivators’ magical power and even fighting ability are not really as important as the ability to break through quests and levels. If we can have Brother Wang’s help, I believe things would go smoothly.”

Little Hai was really a persuasive person. Some words were actually very important, yet he deliberately omitted them in his writing, because there was no need for him to say them; Wang Lu certainly wanted it.

This cooperation was a win-win. With Wang Lu’s extremely formidable level breaking ability, Ten Thousand Arts Sect cultivators could naturally reap great benefit, but what about Wang Lu? What would be the benefit for Wang Lu?

Little Hai did not say it because he knew Wang Lu certainly wanted it. Five years ago, when Ten Thousand Arts Sect visited Spirit Sword Sect, they indeed came back to their sect defeated and in a mess. However, the strength of Ten Thousand Arts was not really that bleak. On the thinking ability alone, they were unequal in the whole world. When the two sects competed five years ago, it was an eye-opener for Wang Lu. And in the ever-changing situation like in the Ancient Sword Tomb, powerful thinking ability was a must.

The world never had a professional adventurer who could succeed in every endeavor with simple inspirations. Wang Lu’s amazing success in the Peach Blossom Village was also based on a large number of calculations, thus, cooperating with the Ten Thousand Arts Sect could save him a lot of energy. Moreover, according to Hai Yunfan, with Zhan Ziye’s current level of Ten Thousand Motionless Immortal Heart, his strength has surpassed that of Liu Li, which qualified him as Wang Lu’s teammate.

Of course, no matter how high Hai Yunfan tried to hype up the prospect of the two parties cooperation, he could not obliterate the simple fact: the risk of exploring the Ancient Sword Tomb was extremely high.

According to the previous description, the risk in the Ancient Sword Tomb increased on each level. On the first level, the Ancient Sword Tomb even intentionally protected the intruder, and only on the second level did the Ancient Sword Tomb started to intentionally weed off people by simply killing them. By the third level, it was more difficult. Therefore, it could be extrapolated that deeper levels would be even more difficult. Although the benefits would undoubtedly be greater, they also have to face greater risk.

Was it necessary for Wang Lu to take this risk? With his talent and intelligence, he didn’t need to rush things up. With a normal Immortal Cultivation, his future would still be broad and magnificent. He also didn’t have any deep enmity with anyone, so why must he take this risk?

When Hai Yunfan focused his writing on Zhu Shiyao, it was actually to provide the answer to this question: of course, it was necessary.

Because a mountain cannot have two tigers; as the Spirit Sword Sect Lead Representative, how would you compare yourself to Zhu Shiyao? With her, how much was the weight of your Lead Representative title? So, what are you going to do to protect your dignity?

Regardless of how many shenanigans Wang Lu had caused, based on Hai Yunfan’s understanding of Wang Lu, he was really an open and aboveboard person. Faced with this situation, he certainly would not try to suppress his rival, but instead try to make himself stronger.

The most important taboo on the Immortal Cultivation Path was to try to rush things up. However, if one really wanted to rapidly progress one’s cultivation base, there was actually a way—seeking for an immortal chance. What was immortal chance? The ripple of dream inside the Green Lake on the Grand Cloud Mountain was an extremely good immortal chance. Inside the Ancient Sword Tomb, of course, there were immortal chances. If Wang Lu wanted to dominate Zhu Shiyao, Immortal Cultivation alone was not enough.

”This is actually good, but are you the one who calls the shot there?” Wang Lu was aware of the answer, but he must confirm it in writing.

”Rest assured, without the elder’s consent, how would I dare to presume? This is the seal.”

A complex pattern thus appeared on the shadow letter. Wang Lu looked at it and tentatively approved.

”Okay then, when the official document from the Ten Thousand Arts Sect arrives, our Spirit Sword Sect will make the decision. If there’s no issue, we can start the cooperation. I wish for a successful cooperation.”

After Wang Lu had finished writing the last sentence, the whole writing disappeared along with the drying up of magical power on the paper, turning it into a piece of ordinary paper.

His correspondence with Hai Yunfan could only result in preliminary cooperation intention. The details of the cooperation must be discussed at a later date; after all, a matter of this level could not be treated lightly. However, when Wang Lu put down the letter of correspondence, his heart was gradually overwhelmed with emotion.

Initially, he thought that after returning from the Grand Cloud Mountain, he would have one or two years of normal Immortal Cultivation time, but now it seemed like his break wouldn’t be that long. Whether it was from the pressure of Zhu Shiyao, or the advent of the new age that his master told him, Wang Lu’s heart was filled with eagerness and anticipation.

Ancient Sword Tomb is it? I hope it would not disappoint me.

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In the Eastern Border Region, on a stone patio that was surrounded by a breeze of soft water, Hai Yunfan gently placed down his writing brush. He then reached out his hand, exerted out his magical power and destroyed this expensive prop. After that, a questioning voice sounded out from behind him.

”How is Wang Lu’s reply?”

Hai Yunfan smiled. ”It is done. He agreed.”