Chapter 1192: Great Wine Festival Bestows the Sword

The West Sea Crown Prince is looking for me?

Jiang Fan pondered.

That guy is either looking for women or on his way to find women.

He’s so obsessed, he’d probably want to cut himself in half to satisfy his desires.

How could he have time to visit me?

He wouldn’t come unless he wanted something, and it’s usually not good.

Besides, Jiang Fan didn't have time for him.

Because the effect of the Rejuvenation Pill was about to wear off!

If he were to be exposed in front of the two of them, the Grand Sacrificial Priest would be fine—that old man probably already suspected he was Jiang Fan.

But if Venerable True Word found out she had been hugging and kissing Jiang Fan all day, it would be truly disastrous, completely over!

The Grand Sacrificial Priest put away the jade tray and stroked his beard.

“Venerable True Word, I’m taking Jiang… Ling Li back to the Imperial Astronomy Bureau.”

“You should go back to Washing Moon Lake and check on your disciple. She seems to be in a strange state.”

Venerable True Word was reluctant to let go of Jiang Fan, but hearing the last sentence reminded her of Senior Chan Jing.

He had seen her and Fairy Yun Shang come out of Jiang Fan’s room.

He seemed to have been greatly affected.

How could she have forgotten him?

It was all because little Ling Li was too adorable; being with him made her forget everything else!

She reluctantly put Jiang Fan down, patted his head, and said, “Sister will come to find you later.”

Jiang Fan nodded, “Okay, Sister, go do your work.”

“Such a good boy!” Venerable True Word bid him a reluctant farewell and left.

Once she was completely gone, Jiang Fan turned to the Grand Sacrificial Priest and cupped his hands. “Thank you, Grand Sacrificial Priest, for helping me out.”

If the Grand Sacrificial Priest hadn’t sent Venerable True Word away, he might have been in trouble.

“It wasn't entirely for you.”

“Someone who can return alive from the hands of a five-star Giant King doesn't need this old man to help them with such a small matter.”

“It’s that disciple of hers; something serious really is happening to him.”

The Grand Sacrificial Priest stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Was he referring to Senior Chan Jing?

Jiang Fan frowned. “That guy seems to have misunderstood the relationship between his master and me.”

“He wouldn’t be so angry as to hang himself, would he?”

The matter between him and Venerable True Word wouldn't cause Senior Chan Jing to do anything drastic, would it?

The Grand Sacrificial Priest hesitated, then said, “I won’t gossip about other people’s affairs.”

“You can ask Venerable True Word yourself someday.”

“Let’s go, back to the Imperial Astronomy Bureau.”

“I promised you a gift once you solved the ancient sinkhole.”

Jiang Fan was curious: what kind of gift could the Grand Sacrificial Priest give him?

He followed the Grand Sacrificial Priest.

After a few steps, his body began to crackle, expanding from its compressed state and quickly returning to its original size.

The two first returned to White Horse Temple, placing the Sky-Connecting Black Pillar back in its original position. Only then did they use the teleportation array to return to the Imperial Astronomy Bureau.

Gazing at the eight surrounding islands, Jiang Fan requested, “Grand Sacrificial Priest, I have two friends who want to go to the Myriad Demon Great State. Can I use my merits to get them a chance to use the teleportation array?”

The Grand Sacrificial Priest chuckled.

“With such great merit you’ve achieved, using the teleportation array is nothing.”

He took out a token and said, “Give this to your friends.”

“I’ll wait for you at the Carefree Residence.”

Jiang Fan cupped his hands in thanks and returned to the secret chamber.

He found Ling Shu smiling like a victor, while Liu Li glared at him, pouting like a little victim.

Needless to say, the two young girls had had another quarrel.

“Oh, big brother is back!”

Ling Shu came up to him, bringing a fresh scent.

Jiang Fan cupped her face and said, “When you get to Spirit Serpent Mountain, don’t quarrel with Liu Li anymore.”

“She’s the little princess of Spirit Serpent Mountain. If you make her cry again, be careful they don’t bully you there.”

Ling Shu smiled faintly. “I’m not going inside the main gate of Spirit Serpent Mountain.”

“I’ll just see her back to Spirit Serpent Mountain and then return.”

Liu Li pouted. “Young Master Jiang, don’t worry. If I wanted to abuse my power, I would have bullied her to death back at the Demon Emperor’s Court!”

Jiang Fan smiled without a word.

He naturally understood Liu Li’s kind nature.

She would never do anything to bully Ling Shu.

Otherwise, how could the daughter of the Demon Emperor have been so often enraged by a tribal girl?

He silently took out the token and a top-grade crystal, his face showing reluctance.

“Remember to stay safe on your journey.”

The two girls’ expressions darkened, and they weren’t happy about receiving the teleportation token.

Instead, a hint of sorrow due to separation emerged.

Ling Shu snatched the token and the top-grade crystal.

“Liu Li, let’s go!”

“We’ll meet again; paths always cross.”

Liu Li moved her steps with difficulty.

Just as she was about to step out of the stone door, she turned back, retrieved the jade box.

She took out the last Golden Serpent Domain from it and said, “I don’t have many friends.”

“Having Ling Shu alone to see me off is enough.”

“I’ll give the extra domain to Young Master Jiang.”

“I hope it can protect you.”

With a flick of her finger, the Golden Serpent Domain merged into his brow, forming a golden snake pattern on his forehead.

Then, she pulled Ling Shu and flew away.

Jiang Fan watched them fly towards the westernmost island. After a violent rumble, he still stood there for a long time.

He touched the snake pattern on his forehead before going to the Carefree Residence.

The Grand Sacrificial Priest sat on a black iron stone chair on the high platform.

In his left hand, he held a wooden sword, and on his knees rested a round crystal.

He appeared solemn, his previous affability replaced by a serious expression.

“Greetings, Grand Sacrificial Priest,” Jiang Fan saluted.

The Grand Sacrificial Priest spoke gravely, “You are already at the five-aperture Nascent Soul stage, not far from the eight-aperture stage.”

“Have you ever considered your own Dao?”

Jiang Fan was stunned.

The inevitable path of madness for a Nascent Soul cultivator was not far off for him.

And madness, as he now understood it, was a pursuit of the Dao.

Becoming lost in it led to an uncontrollable state of madness.

“Not yet,” Jiang Fan said.

The Grand Sacrificial Priest said, “You should start preparing.”

“Before the eight-aperture Nascent Soul stage, you can choose a Dao for yourself.”

“After the eight-aperture Nascent Soul stage, a Dao will be randomly bestowed upon you.”

“Which one is easier to achieve Divinity Transformation, goes without saying.”

Jiang Fan nodded.

Naturally, the Dao one chose for oneself would be easier to awaken from.

A randomly bestowed Dao, not being what one sought, how could one delve deeply into it?

The Grand Sacrificial Priest flicked the crystal disk towards Jiang Fan.

“This is the Heart-Questioning Crystal I once used.”

“It will reflect the Daos of your past and future. Choose one you believe is right, and follow it.”

Did the Grand Sacrificial Priest rely on this item to find the right path, awaken, and achieve Divinity Transformation?

Then this item was indeed incredibly valuable!

This was the first time an elder had shown concern for his path to Divinity Transformation.

He said gratefully, “Thank you, senior!”

The Grand Sacrificial Priest nodded slightly.

He then picked up the wooden sword in his hand and drew it from its sheath.

An antique, rustic wooden sword, its material unknown, came into view.

Complex patterns were carved into it.

The Grand Sacrificial Priest gazed at it for a long time, then sheathed the sword and tossed it to Jiang Fan.

“For you.”

Jiang Fan took it in surprise, expecting it to be a spiritual artifact.

But when he received it, it wasn't even a magical artifact.

It was just an ordinary wooden sword.

“Senior, this is…?”

The Grand Sacrificial Priest closed his eyes, then slowly opened them after a moment and said,

“Regarding Bai Xin, that Nine Fragrance Asura has already told you, hasn’t she?”

It was then that Jiang Fan remembered the part of his conversation with Nine Fragrance in the crystal projection had been deliberately cut out.

Could it be that the Grand Sacrificial Priest actually understood infernal script?

Otherwise, how would he know that Asura was called Nine Fragrance and what she had said to him?

He said reverently, “Yes.”

The Grand Sacrificial Priest said,

“This wooden sword was born for Bai Xin.”