TGDS Chapter 74.2

The Good Dad System (Arc 10) Chapter 74.2: The Villain’s Dad in the Cultivation Novels (11)

… This was a bit awkward. Xiang Wentian felt unwell, and he felt embarrassed to turn around and get his badge. If they had explained it earlier, wouldn’t he have avoided the misunderstanding?

Pei Mingzhen didn’t know how to deal with the situation, and looked at Senior Brother No. 1 for help. The other party immediately understood the crux of the problem. After all, they knew more, so they helped to pass the jade token over: “If you are willing to come to Lanyue Sect, gather at the foot of the cloud platform at noon three days later.”

With the steps down, Xiang Wentian took it, whispered a thank you, and walked out. Before he even went out, he was sent down from the cloud platform in the blink of an eye. His mood, which had just relaxed for a while, suddenly became bad – he looked around, and except for a servant from Xingyun City, there was no one waiting here. You know, at this time in the morning, even the Lord of Xingyun City had come. It was obvious that they came one after another. Couldn’t they even wait for him for an hour?

The servant came closer, following behind him, whispering, “Young Master Xiang, the City Lord and his wife have taken the young lady back home, and have specifically asked me to wait for you here.” He thought for a moment, then added, “It’s not that the City Lord doesn’t want to wait for you. The young lady’s test results show dual water and wood spiritual roots, earning her admission to the Lanyue Sect’s Inner Sect. The City Lord was anxious to report back to his ancestors, so he left first.”

Xiang Wentian froze, looking at the servant in astonishment. “Lin Lianxing has entered the Inner Sect?” Today’s series of setbacks had left him in a state of confusion.

The servant was startled; he hadn’t expected Xiang Wentian to address the young lady by her maiden name. He twitched his lips, a slightly grimace, feeling rather ungracious, but still answered his question: “…Yes.”

Xiang Wentian’s heart skipped a beat. When he was in high spirits, he could still persuade himself to relax—he could enter the Outer Sect, perhaps even five spiritual roots was a good qualification. Others couldn’t even reach the Outer Sect, but how could Lin Lianxing enter the Inner Sect?

Is there no justice in this world?

Lin Lianxing and Pei Mingzhen are clearly birds of a feather, possessing the best resources and talents, yet they look down on others!

Pei Mingzhen, high up on the cloud platform, sneezed violently several times. He was arguing with his fellow brothers: “Stop praising me! I didn’t do anything!” He lived like the Lanyue Sect’s mascot, everyone’s treasure.

Senior Brother No. 1 said righteously: “How could that be? Mingzhen, you were very calm and composed when you completed the task of accepting disciples for the first time. You got into the state immediately and will definitely leave a good impression on the younger brothers and sisters.”

Senior Brother No. 2 was very happy: “Yes, Mingzhen, when they join the sect, you can take on a teaching task and you will be able to establish a good relationship soon.”

“Okay.” Pei Mingzhen listened with one ear and out the other. He was determined and was not defeated by the sugar-coated bullets of his senior brothers. Instead, he reflected on the mistakes he made when testing his spiritual roots today. However, after sending this batch of disciples, there was nothing else to do. Three days were just for the disciples to bid farewell to the world. Once they embarked on the immortal path, they would have no idea how long it would take. Maybe when they came back, everything would have changed and their relatives would have passed away. But this time they had to wait for the Sect Leader, which might take some time.

With nothing to do, the brothers lost all their sage-like demeanor. They found a chair, sat down, and slumped over, continuing their internet addiction. The Nine Gates Forum was truly fun. He’d never quit, but he’d never be able to! As soon as Pei Mingzhen logged onto the forum, he noticed a flashing message. It was from his father. He turned to his brothers and said, “Brothers, we’ll be leaving in three days. We don’t need to wait for the Sect Leader.” He paused. “The Sect Leader sent a message saying he and the Nine Gates are having a meeting here, so we might have to stay for a while.”

He was quite puzzled. His father had clearly just mentioned some things he needed to do, so how did it turn into a Nine Gates meeting? He always trusted his father, so he had no doubts and simply passed on the message. His brothers, without questioning him, nodded, dismissing the matter.

…

The endless expanse of yellow sand, like a devouring monster, whirled and swirled with a strange wind. Unlike ordinary terrain, where a distant gaze reveals a shifting or unique landscape, in the desert, no matter how far one looks, it’s just another expanse of yellow sand.

The true horror of the Death Desert isn’t the harsh living conditions, but its boundless expanse, awe-inspiring even to cultivators. Standing there, one feels a certain insignificance. Even cultivators who brave the odds and defy fate don’t believe they can overturn this desert.

“So, Old Pei, you’re saying this Death Desert hasn’t disappeared yet. Is the power of the ancient demon truly that great?” Ye Rushui wore white clothes, and the Star-Stepping Silk under his feet was a deep blue, like the night sky, dotted with golden sand, dazzling and radiant. It was beautiful during the day, but at night, it was truly breathtaking.

“Maybe,” Pei Naochun pondered.

Ye Rushui was very emotional: “I didn’t expect that we, the Star Seeking Gate, have been guarding this place all this time, but we couldn’t discover that the formation that sealed the demon world is located here.”

They were currently located at the junction of the yellow sand and the greenery of the southwestern border. The nearest village was a small mountain village under the jurisdiction of Xingyun City. It had a small population and had once experienced a demonic invasion. If Pei Naochun hadn’t started his search from the edge of Xingyun City, it might have taken him ten days or half a month.

The spot below them was exactly where Pei Naochun had found the demonic aura rising to the sky that day. Only by flying high enough could one clearly see the strange patterns formed by the surrounding yellow sand and grass. Only by concentrating and perceiving could one vaguely sense the spiritual energy beneath.

In reality, this wasn’t really a “sect.” Pei Naochun’s posting of the situation to the sect leader’s communication area that day had caused a stir. As the sect leader, he knew more about the situation and had read more sect texts than his disciples. He quickly grasped the gravity of the situation and quickly consulted the ancient texts hidden deep within the various sects’ libraries. Finally, he pieced together the truth.

This was the seal that had been set up by the combined might of the entire cultivation world.

Strictly speaking, demons have always lived on this continent, and the Death Desert is their home. Demons eat human flesh and blood, and mortals are their staple food; monks are their tonic. At one point, humans were forced to the point of life and death. In the ancient world of cultivation, many powerful people worked together to find a way to break the boundary, and created a desolate world outside this world. After driving all the demons in, they used their cultivation to seal them forever.

But the seal will eventually break, which is why demonic invasions occur. Demons banished to the demonic realm are also studying the seal. They’ve discovered that while the locked door is difficult to break, even with all their might, opening it from the inside is a breeze. With enough demons sent in, their demonic power can erode the seal, and the door will be completely opened. They dispatch vanguards, one after another, to push their way through the seal, hoping to one day completely destroy it and return to this world.

“If it weren’t for the intelligence pointing to it, who would believe it?” Pei Naochun lamented. If the Light of Humanity, Xiang Wentian, hadn’t appeared in a previous life, this seal might have lasted for at least thousands of years.

“But fortunately, once discovered, there’s a solution.” Ye Rushui rejoiced. Although the cultivation world hasn’t studied demons in recent years, every sect has made some progress in their research on formations.

Pei Naochun was currently hosting a forum. His thread in the Sect Leaders’ Exchange section was incredibly active. Aside from himself and Ye Rushui, the other Sect Leaders of the Nine Sects were all posting, eager to unleash their entire life’s secrets. While the Nine Sects might normally argue, when it came to matters of right and wrong, no one erred. Even if they did, it was for their position in the world of cultivation, not the demons.

Furthermore, Pei Naochun had organized a gathering of Formation Masters in the forum’s Technical Exchange section. All the elders and disciples with talent for formations, including independent cultivators, were invited to join the thread to brainstorm and exchange ideas on sealing formations. Of course, Pei Naochun wasn’t afraid of this leaking out. First, once the demonic aura was completely blocked and demons stopped invading, who could possibly find the seal in this vast land? Second, they weren’t planning to stack just one formation. Once all the formations were in place, the keys needed to open the gates to the demon world would likely number in the dozens. Third, aside from Xiang Wentian, at least until now, no one in either the cultivation or mortal realms has ever produced such a prominent figure who wishes for everyone’s mutual destruction.

Ye Rushui was also following the post: “So far, it seems the Sword Sect and Holy Temple’s proposals are both sound.” He hesitated for a long time before whispering, “Master Pei, thank you.” He should have said thank you long ago. Since the seal was closest to their sect, they should have been responsible for the relevant work. Instead, the burden fell on Master Pei, who had no complaints. But he… because of his own petty thoughts, he had been holding back on thank you for days.

“Why thank me?” Pei Naochun immediately retorted. In a world Ye Rushui didn’t know, their Lanyue Sect would be the one to face the most awful fate—of course, after Xiang Wentian ascended, life in the lower realm would likely be extremely difficult.

“But we, the Xunxing Sect, will not concede defeat!” Ye Rushui was determined. “Sooner or later, we will be the leader of the Nine Sects.” How could any sect leader be without this ambition?

Pei Naochun didn’t seem offended, casually replying, “Then we’ll wait and see. I’m looking forward to it.”

… Seeing his nonchalant expression, Ye Rushui snorted inwardly. Their Xunxing Sect had always had a high level of overall quality… well, aside from the internet addiction, they were also very dedicated to cultivation and cultivating the best. One day, they could rival the Lanyue Sect.

He suddenly remembered Pei Naochun’s fake account, which he had almost explicitly advertised on the forums, and added, “Also, my son is the best in the entire cultivation world!” Ye Rushui was filled with resentment at the thought. What did it mean to be the best in the world? He’d tried to change his name, but it suggested something too similar and unrepeatable, so he ended up with “My son is the strongest in the world!”

Pei Naochun, who had previously remained calm in the face of Ye Rushui’s provocation against the sect, now turned around and immediately retorted, “Impossible! Our Mingzhen is the best!” He could admit defeat in other areas, but not in this one!

Well, the argument resumed.

The elder of the Xunxing Sect, Ben, stood by, a look of helplessness on his face. He couldn’t understand. What was there to argue about? Wasn’t his daughter much better than their sons? Of course, he didn’t say it out loud, feeling as if he did, it would be a common target.

…

Is this the Lanyue Sect? Xiang Wentian looked up with a sort of daze. He had never left Xingyun City since he was a child, and all he knew about immortal cultivation sects was hearsay or fantasy. But when he actually set foot on Lanyue Sect grounds, he understood what it meant when fantasy was only a fraction of reality.