Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Chapter 248: Chapter 132: Heavenly Pride Order. _2

His entire first half of life,

he suffered from not having a peer of Heavenly Pride who could keep up with his cultivation speed, leaving him without an adversary he could acknowledge as an opponent.

After finally meeting Chen Qiu, he thought he had found that rival, someone who could become the lifelong enemy he was looking for.

They could even become both enemies and friends, as the storytellers say, often sparring, growing together, and eventually joining hands to reach the pinnacle.

But today, he realized that in Chen Qiu’s eyes, this so-called Heavenly Pride was no different from any passerby.

This disparity shattered his cultivation heart almost instantaneously.

…

At this moment at the Caotian Sect premises, the Caotian Sect Master sat on the Sect Leader’s Chair, gazing into the Memory Stone at this scene, his expression absently sinking into thought.

Chen Qiu’s growth exceeded his imagination.

Too fast.

Almost changing every day.

His strength was greatly increasing daily, and if occasionally such a dramatic increase in strength was due to fortune, but Chen Qiu’s was growing significantly every day, could it be you, Chen Qiu have fortune every day?

Da Xia had its shackles.

Unable to achieve Nascent Soul.

This news was basically an open secret to all but mortals.

Suddenly, he felt that if only one person in Da Xia could break these shackles and achieve Nascent Soul, it might just be Chen Qiu.

…

Meanwhile–

Chen Qiu and his group had already arrived at another city in “Hai Province,” named “Flying Fish City,” one of the three hundred and sixty-five major cities of Da Xia, and were immediately blocked at the city gates.

He had forgotten to wear his mask.

It led to a throng of Human Cultivators running over, none daring to come closer and offend him, instead hiding in the distance and continuously aiming their Memory Stones at him.

“…”

Fat Long’s mouth twitched slightly, “Why do I have this strange feeling.”

The scholar, on the other hand, swept a look of envy around him, assuming that since Bai Yi, the once first Sword Cultivator of Da Xia, was not dead and had returned to Jianghu, surely there would be word of him among the folk, and the storytellers would definitely mention him.

But after secretly visiting several tea houses, he found that all the storytellers were uniformly talking about Chen Qiu, with not one mentioning him.

Wasn’t he once Da Xia’s first Sword Cultivator?

Is his presence that insignificant?

Before Chen Qiu could react, he suddenly sensed that a powerful Cultivator with Golden Core Level Four Cultivation was quickly approaching from inside the city. In an instant, the person stopped in front of him with a face full of smiles, looking somewhat embarrassed as he rubbed his hands towards Chen Qiu.

“Daoist Chen, I am the current City Lord of Flying Fish City. It’s an honor for Flying Fish City to have you here.”

“My daughter is very fond of you…”

“Could you possibly grace us with your calligraphy?”

It is said that one does not slap a smiling face, so naturally Chen Qiu saw no reason to refuse. Rolling up his sleeve, he took the brush and paper handed over by the Flying Fish City Lord and chuckled, “What should I write?”

“Just ‘The Strongest City Lord’ will do.”

“…Your daughter is the City Lord?”

“No, that’s not the case.”

The Flying Fish City Lord somewhat awkwardly cleared his throat, “My daughter has high expectations for me and wants to use this to motivate me. It would be even better if you could leave a trace of your aura on the calligraphy as an authentication.”

“Alright then.”

Chen Qiu didn’t refuse, and promptly wrote down the four big characters for ‘The Strongest City Lord’ with fluid strokes of his brush and then left a trace of his aura on it before smilingly returning it to the Flying Fish City Lord.

“Thank you so much, I truly appreciate it.”

The Flying Fish City Lord, with eyes full of gratitude and excitement, walked ahead, “Come, Daoist Chen, let me personally show you the way. I know which inn is the best in Flying Fish City.”

…

He led Chen Qiu and the others to an inn within Flying Fish City.

It was only after he excitedly turned into a beam of light and shot towards the City Lord Mansion, quickly returning to his study, that he carefully had the calligraphy framed and hung up in his study.

Then, leaning back in his chair, he looked at those four big characters ‘The Strongest City Lord’ on the wall and couldn’t help but laugh with satisfaction.

So handsome!

When his old friends visit his study in a few days, they would probably die of envy.

Chen Qiu was currently the hottest figure in Da Xia, not only a Talent of Magic Practitioner but also just one step away from being the number one Magic Practitioner of Da Xia. Before this, he had never heard of Chen Qiu giving anyone his calligraphy.

He was the first.

And the only one.

Such an honor was simply too grand.

Just as the Flying Fish City Lord was looking at those four big characters ‘The Strongest City Lord’ on the wall, imagining the envious expressions of his old friends, and laughing so hard that he couldn’t close his mouth, while sitting in his chair.

His smile suddenly froze on his face.

And slowly faded away.

Any hint of lightheartedness vanished instantly as he suddenly stood up, hands pressing down on the desk; a trace of alarm flashed in his eyes, incredulously staring at the four characters on the wall.

A slight movement in his throat.

Carefully, he pulled out a brocade bag from his Storage Ring and extracted a slightly yellowed slip of paper, looking down at the calligraphy on the slip and then up at the calligraphy on the wall.

Lowering his gaze, then raising it.

Raising it, then lowering it.

After rapidly comparing them several times, the Flying Fish City Lord finally collapsed weakly into his chair, his eyes filled with shock as an unbelievable possibility emerged in his mind. Moments later, he leaped up and rushed to the wall, swiftly taking down the framed characters.

He placed them carefully and preciously into the deepest part of the Storage Ring.

In the empty study,

the trembling voice of the Flying Fish City Lord, shaken by disbelief, could be heard.

“Damn it…”

“This is not something to joke about…”