Chapter 262: Su Chen’s Gift

Su Chen stared intently at the chessboard before the white-robed man. Every so often, he would be ejected from this world. But very quickly, he would return.

Time slowly trickled by in this back and forth. Before he knew it, a whole year had silently slipped past. During this year, the entire Holy Son Peak underwent earth-shattering transformations.

The seasons here differed from the outside world as if it had become its own self-contained microcosm. One moment it was scorching summer heat, the next it had shifted to the depths of winter. Flurries of pure white snow fell, rendering the entirety of Holy Son Peak a sacred sight.

“The Holy Son’s strength grows ever more unfathomable,” Elder Fan remarked as he approached from afar. His bearing was extraordinary, with two young disciples following behind him. As he sang praises, he did not forget to instruct the disciples behind him, “Whenever you have opportunity you must seek guidance from the Holy Son more often. With his current level of strength, even the Holy Lord pales in comparison. If he provides you with guidance, your futures will surely be brilliant beyond measure!”

“Yes, Elder!” The two disciples bowed respectfully. They stole glances at the nearby Holy Son Peak, deep reverence in their eyes. Ever since joining the Great Mystery Sacred Sect, the two words they had heard the most were none other than “Su Chen!”

It was said the sect’s promotion to the saint level was entirely thanks to Su Chen. Without his presence, the current Great Mystery Sacred Sect would not have a Saint Realm expert presiding over it at all.

“Mm,” Elder Fan nodded slightly and continued instructing, “When you see the Holy Son later, be sure not to forget your manners.”

“Don’t worry, Master,” the two disciples quickly reassured upon hearing this, faces solemn.

“I wonder if we’ll get to see the Holy Son this time…” Elder Fan muttered inwardly. He streaked out a flowing light, passing into the grand protective formation encircling Holy Son Peak. In this past year, he had come calling several times, yet each attempt was met without response. But today was different. Not long after sending his message, the entire Holy Son Peak suddenly lit up. A fissure opened in the outer protective formation.

At the same time, a clear voice entered the ears of Elder Fan and his disciples. “Elder Fan, please enter!”

“It seems the Holy Son’s seclusion has ended!” A smile rose on Elder Fan’s face. He gently waved a hand, leading the two disciples toward Holy Son Peak.

The scenery of the peak entered their eyes as soon as they ascended the steps. Earlier, from outside the formation, they had not sensed anything amiss. Elder Fan and the rest had only felt the various changes to Holy Son Peak must be related to Su Chen.

Yet the moment they stepped into the formation, Elder Fan was left dumbstruck. Holy Son Peak was no more than two thousand feet high, yet upon it appeared the scenery of all four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

Especially atop the mountain. Here it was as though the blazing sun hung in the very sky, scorching hot. Concentrated Dao rhyme packed every corner of Holy Son Peak. It was as if every single flower, tree, blade of grass, and piece of wood was expounding the great Dao of heaven and earth. Such a sight was truly unbelievable.

In the outside world, this place would be deemed a holy cultivation land. Not because the spiritual energy here was rich, but because it contained supreme laws and rhyme. This was especially so for Nirvana Realm experts like them. Elder Fan even suspected that even a saint who came to Holy Son Peak would benefit immensely.

“Master, what’s wrong?” Elder Fan’s two disciples asked curiously. Having only recently joined the Great Mystery Sacred Sect, their cultivation was still only at the Qi Gathering Realm. They were unable to sense anything out of the ordinary about Holy Son Peak. They only felt the spiritual energy here was denser compared to the outside world.

“You’ll understand in the future,” Elder Fan stated in a deep voice.

Then, he took a few more steps forward until he arrived before the main hall atop the mountain peak. Cupping his fists, he asked, “Holy Son, do you have time now?”

“Elder Fan, there’s no need to stand on ceremony. Please, come in.” Su Chen’s voice rang out. action Boom!

The doors of the main hall opened. A magnificent scene was revealed within. Elder Fan’s two disciples were left stunned for a good long while.

As they stepped inside, a purple-robed figure stood with his hands clasped behind his back at the center. He appeared utterly tranquil as if he was merged with the heavens and the earth. Unlike his past sharpness, there was a certain inexplicable rhythm to him.

He slowly turned around, his beauty making countless women jealous. It could be said to be unrivaled. This demeanor rendered Elder Fan’s two disciples frozen in place. Especially the female disciple to the left, who took a long time to recover her wits.

Could this be the legendary Holy Son? The thought instantly surfaced in the two disciples’ minds. At this moment, they nearly forgot to bow, which left Elder Fan quite displeased. He had reminded them earlier, yet they had clearly ignored his words.

“Cough, cough…” Elder Fan gave a slightly dissatisfied cough. The two disciples instantly returned to their senses. With embarrassment on their faces, they swiftly strode forward and bowed respectfully. “Greetings, Holy Son!”

“There’s no need for such courtesy,” Su Chen said mildly. He lightly raised a hand. A breeze blew past, and an imperceptible force helped pull the two disciples to their feet. With a smile on his lips, he regarded Elder Fan and spoke. “Elder, are these your new disciples?”

He was already at the middle stage of the Quasi-Saint Realm, his eyesight even exceeding Elder Fan’s. With just a glance, the aptitudes of the two were clear. Both possessed one-in-a-million talent. Focusing earnestly on cultivation, breaking through to the Quasi-Saint Realm in the future would be no issue. And if they were blessed with the heavenly providence, stepping into the Saint Realm would not be impossible.

“That’s right.” Elder Fan nodded gently, a smile on his face. “Since they are Elder Fan’s disciples, 1 should also extend my greeting.” Su Chen chuckled. As he finished speaking, with a flip of his palm, two jade slips flew forth to land before the two disciples.

“These two divine powers should be of use to you both,” he stated.

“This…” The two disciples looked at each other, at a loss. For a time, they really did not know how to respond.

“Since they’re a gift from the Holy Son, accept them,” Elder Fan hurriedly reminded them. To Su Chen, these two jade slips were of no significance. Of the entire Great Mystery Sacred Sect, apart from Su Chen himself, none knew the extent of his resources.

After returning from the God Demon Sect’s ruins, he had taken out hundreds of cultivation methods in one go. As a result, the Great Mystery Sacred Sect’s repository had expanded by over half. Most stunningly, there were dozens of saint-level cultivation methods. This had left the entire sect in deep shock.

Of course, this news was limited to only a portion of elders. The average elders and disciples did not know, instead believing Su Chen had obtained only heaven-level cultivation methods and divine powers. But even that was enough to astound everyone. When the Holy Lord caught wind of this, he was excited for days, praising Su Chen as a blessing to the Great Mystery Sacred Sect..