Chapter 4286: Human-Shaped Scripture Pavilion

Immortal Realm, Chaos Continent.

Yunhao City, a mystic city controlled by the Cao family.

The streets were bustling with cultivators, including those from the Wang family, Cao family disciples, disciples of the Nine Immortal Sect, Wang family disciples, and Chu family cultivators.

Inside a secret chamber, Yu Weiwei and a corpulent old man in a red robe sat on meditation cushions, engaged in conversation.

“The veteran Golden Immortals of the Wang family are powerful,” Yu Weiwei suggested. “There’s a good chance they’ve also comprehended soul laws, so luring them is too risky. We should target the younger generation instead!” The Chaos Beast had ordered her to capture several Golden Immortals from the Wang family. To be honest, she didn't want to do it at all, but the Chaos Beast could easily kill her. The Chaos Beast had given Yu Weiwei several tasks, none of which she had completed. This time, it had sent a Golden Immortal cultivator to assist and also monitor her. Given that Wang Changsheng had comprehended soul laws, and it was possible that veteran Golden Immortals of the Wang family had done the same, Yu Weiwei dared not act against them, shifting her focus to the younger members of the Wang family.

“There are many juniors in the Wang family,” the red-robed old man analyzed. “Senior Qin said we need a Golden Immortal who holds important Wang family secrets, preferably one who cultivates soul techniques. You know, regardless of whether we succeed, the Wang family will definitely heighten their vigilance, making it much harder to achieve our goals again.” This was Sun Yan, a late-stage Golden Immortal.

“A Golden Immortal with access to Wang family secrets?” Yu Weiwei looked troubled. “You don’t mean Wang Qiulin, do you? Given his status in the Wang family, our chances of success would be very low.” Wang Qiulin and Chu Yurou were dual cultivation partners, both Golden Immortal cultivators and descendants of Taiyi Golden Immortals.

“No, not him,” Sun Yan stated. “Wang Qiulin’s cultivation isn’t high, but given his identity, he’s bound to have life-saving treasures. I’m just carrying out orders, not seeking death. I’ve already found a target.”

“Who?” Yu Weiwei asked.

“Wang Qiuting,” Sun Yan explained. “She’s the only daughter of the Azure Lotus Sword Sovereign. Her status is high enough, but she doesn’t have a big reputation. There’s a high probability she knows Wang family secrets.” As Wang Changsheng had comprehended a supreme law, the Wang family had attracted the attention of various major powers, who dispatched people to gather intelligence on the Wang family’s high-ranking members. The situations of top figures like Wang Qingshan, Wang Yidao, and Wang Qingcheng were closely monitored by other forces. Among the younger generation of the Wang family, Wang Qiulin was the most famous, skilled in divination, with clients constantly seeking his readings, making it hard to get an appointment. Wang Qiuting was Wang Qingshan’s only daughter. Other than that, there was no mention of her having comprehended powerful laws, and her reputation within the Wang family wasn’t particularly notable.

“Wang Qiuting! That’s a good target, but wouldn’t it be difficult to lure her in?” Yu Weiwei said, noting that they only had one chance. If they failed, it would be even harder to capture a Wang family Golden Immortal.

“The old method,” Sun Yan suggested, “set up an ancient cultivator’s cave dwelling. A Golden Immortal Grand Perfection stage cultivator’s meditation retreat would be suitable.”

“Where would the location be? If it’s too remote, she might not fall for it,” Yu Weiwei asked.

“Within the territory of the Five Immortal Sects, perhaps!” Sun Yan replied. “Firstly, it would lower her guard. Secondly, even if we fail, it would be difficult for the Wang family to trace us, making it easier for us to escape.”

Yu Weiwei nodded and said, “Let’s do it then. We need to select a powerful Golden Immortal cultivator, preferably one with some significant treasure.” Sun Yan and Yu Weiwei began to discuss how to set up the trap.

In Azure Lotus City, within a tranquil estate, Wang Qiuting, Wang Qiulin, Wang Yunlong, Wang Yinyin, Liang Qiuyun, and a sweet-faced young woman in a golden dress sat in a stone pavilion, enjoying tea and discussing the Dao.

“Achoo!” Wang Qiuting sneezed.

“What’s wrong, Qiuting?” Wang Qiulin asked.

“Nothing!” Wang Qiuting shook her head.

“Qiuting is knowledgeable about ancient and modern times. If something were amiss, she would surely know,” the young woman in the golden dress said with a smile. This was Chu Yurou, a Golden Immortal cultivator and a descendant of Chu Tianfeng.

Wang Qiuting was well-read, familiar with humanities biographies, geography, racial characteristics, and foreign languages. Her vast knowledge often led Golden Immortals of the Wang family to consult her for answers to their dilemmas.

“Indeed! Ancestor Qiuting even knows the topography from hundreds of millions of years ago, let alone such minor matters,” Wang Yunlong echoed. Wang Qiuting was practically a walking library. She had read almost every classic collected by the Wang family and could recite them by heart. She even knew about a specific mountain from hundreds of millions of years ago in a certain location. Of course, all this information came from the classics in the Wang family’s collection; as long as the content of the classics was accurate, Wang Qiuting’s statements were correct. As the Wang family grew, more and more classics were collected. Most family members only reviewed those related to cultivation, with family history being mandatory reading. Other classics required a visit to the Scripture Repository. Searching the repository took considerable time for others, but Wang Qiuting could even pinpoint the exact book, page, and paragraph for information. Thus, family members often simply asked Wang Qiuting, who could resolve their confusion.

“What’s topography from hundreds of millions of years ago?” Wang Yinyin said with admiration. “Ancestor Qiuting even knows how many different ways foreign scripts can be written!” There were many races in the Immortal Realm, and many had their own written and spoken languages. She had once stumbled upon a musical score written in a foreign script that she couldn't understand at all. She consulted various classics and managed to translate most of it, but despite extensive searching, she couldn't decipher the rest. The elder guarding the Scripture Repository had advised her to seek out Wang Qiuting. Wang Qiuting effortlessly translated the entire musical score. Some foreign scripts had multiple writing styles, making it impossible to translate them without mastery of the subject.

“I just enjoy looking through classics. I can’t compare to your exceptional strength,” Wang Qiuting humbly replied.

“You shouldn’t say that. Knowledge is still very important. Some rogue cultivators, lacking proper understanding, have wasted years on detours,” Wang Qiulin said. He himself had once acquired a divination classic written in a foreign script and needed Wang Qiuting’s help to translate it.

“Exactly! If Ancestor Qiuting hadn’t helped, I still wouldn’t have been able to understand that musical score,” Wang Yinyin said gratefully.

“Why be so polite among family? It was just a small favor,” Wang Qiuting said dismissively.

She was a sword cultivator, but as the family expanded, she rarely acted personally. Aside from cultivation, her main activities were acquiring and perusing ancient texts. Wang Qiuting and Wang Qiulin were the most formidable members of the Wang family’s “Qiu” generation, and currently, they were the only two.

After half an hour of casual conversation, Wang Qiulin and the other four took their leave. No sooner had they departed than Wang Yixin arrived.

“Ancestor Qiuting, these are some ancient texts we just acquired,” Wang Yixin said, taking out a cyan storage bracelet and handing it to Wang Qiuting. “There are quite a few written in foreign scripts, so I’ll have to trouble you with them.”

Wang Qiuting’s divine sense swept over it, and she exclaimed in surprise, “So many!”

“The Commerce Hall purchased a bankrupt bookstore and obtained a large number of classics, many of which are written in foreign scripts,” Wang Yixin explained.

“Understood. I’ll give them back to you once I’ve translated them,” Wang Qiuting agreed.

“There’s no rush. Please translate them when you have time,” Wang Yixin said with a smile.

Wang Qiuting nodded. After a few more casual remarks, Wang Yixin bowed and left. Wang Qiuting then walked towards a nearby cyan pavilion. Entering a secret chamber, she sat cross-legged on a cyan meditation cushion, took out an ancient book with a yellowed cover, and began to read.