Chapter 865: Chapter 546: Tribulation Qi, Jun Huang (Ten-Thousand-Word Chapter) Part 2
He did not go far; rather, he wielded his Divine Skills, concealing himself within the Void, quietly following behind the two.
He needed to carefully observe the Tribulation Qi beside Chu An, to see how it would evolve in a crowded and chaotic environment, and what specific tribulations it might trigger.
This was his first time observing the tribulation process of a Qi Cultivator at such a close distance from a bystander’s perspective. Only in this way could he attempt to find a method to transform the Tribulation Qi from intangible to tangible.
Within the city, the streets were wide, paved with Green Stone slabs, lined on both sides with shops selling various Elixirs, Fu Lu, Magic Artifacts, and Spiritual Materials, bustling with people.
The living creatures coming and going mostly had cultivation levels between the Fourth Realm and Fifth Realm, with occasional Cultivators of the Sixth Realm passing by.
The bargaining that took place before the stalls mixed with the conversations between Cultivators, creating quite a noise.
Zheng Ping and Chu An did not wander around recklessly; they found a rather clean-looking and reasonably priced inn, stayed there, and waited quietly.
In the days that followed, the two spent most of their time meditating and cultivating in their room, only occasionally going out together for short walks on the nearby streets, conducting themselves with great discretion.
Days passed peacefully, without any incidents.
Chu Zheng was extraordinarily patient, concealed within the Void, carefully sensing the subtle fluctuations of the intangible Tribulation Qi, while beginning to ponder deeper questions.
He wished to manifest this indistinct Qi sensation in a more intuitive manner, allowing every Qi Cultivator to clearly acknowledge the existence of their own tribulations, thereby preparing in advance and averting future disasters.
This was intended not just for himself, but also for the safety of other Qi Cultivators. The tangible Tribulation Qi was not necessarily a bad thing.
In the blink of an eye, several more days passed.
On this day, Chu An sensed that the bottleneck of her Golden Core Realm, Late Stage, seemed to loosen somewhat; she decided to purchase specific Spiritual Materials, as Zheng Ping had already gone out, so she headed to the street alone.
She walked through the bustling crowd, her white garments pure and elegant, instantly drawn to a grand shop.
The building towered several stories, adorned with carved beams and painted columns, flying eaves and bracket sets, exceedingly exquisite, constructed with precious Spirit Wood and Precious Jade, and above the entrance was a sign reading “Hundred Treasures Pavilion” in bold strokes, shimmering with Spiritual Light, appearing exceptionally magnificent and splendid.
The Cultivators entering and exiting this place, their attire and demeanor, clearly exceeded those of ordinary Cultivators on the street.
Chu An hesitated briefly and then stepped inside.
The interior was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, counters filled the area, crystal showcases overflowing with the brilliance of treasures, displaying various grades of Magic Artifacts, Treasure Pills, Spiritual Medicine, and Array Plates, overwhelming one’s senses.
Soft light streamed down from the ceiling, the air permeated with a faint strange fragrance, calming one’s mind.
For a moment, Chu An was dazzled; most of the Immortal Jade she held was left by Chu Zheng, substantial in quantity, yet she had hardly used any during her years of seclusion.
She browsed carefully, her gaze passing over those Magic Treasures resplendent with dazzling light and exorbitant prices, finally resting on the relatively simple Vestment robe section.
She chose several ordinary robes with comfortable fabric and basic protective, calming functions for herself, then considered Zheng Ping’s habits and picked for him two sets of rugged attire.
In her heart, she mused that no matter how luxurious, the Vestment robes here seemed utterly unworthy of the master in any way, thus she dismissed the thought.
Refusing the Shopkeeper’s sale attempts, she carried her selected garments to the counter to settle the bill, preparing to leave, and coincidentally ran into a group coming in from outside. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel※fire.net
This group consisted of about a dozen people, a formidable lineup, with seven or eight members wearing uniform deep green outfits, exuding potent aura and keen-eyed resolve, protecting two figures in the center like stars surrounding the moon.
The ones being protected in the center were a young man and woman, both very youthful, just in their early twenties.
The man wore an ice-blue velvet brocade robe, embroidered with intricate cloud patterns and crane designs in silver thread, belted with jade, hanging with a Dragon and Phoenix Ring, jingling as he walked.
He had quite a handsome face, with an air of nobility and a slight arrogance hidden in his demeanor, a subtle smile on his lips, his gaze carrying a lofty scrutinizing look.
The woman was dressed in a radiant red silk dress, adorned with countless tiny Treasure Beads sewn with golden threads along the hem, shimmering brightly, her long black hair styled into a complex updo, accessorized with a golden hairpin set with pearls, luxurious beyond measure.
Her appearance was charming, now leaning against the man’s side, her gaze similarly curious, examining the pavilion’s furnishings.
The moment this group entered, their presence instantly attracted the attention of all Cultivators within the pavilion; the originally somewhat noisy atrium quieted considerably, with many subconsciously slowing their movements, casting eyes of respect or envy.
Not wishing to cause trouble, Chu An, seeing the crowd approach directly towards the entrance, voluntarily stepped aside, lowering her gaze, standing in a corner at the edge of the counter, trying to minimize her presence.
As the man in splendid clothing passed before Chu An, he slightly paused his step, his gaze fell upon the demure woman in pristine white clothing.
His eyes brightened, as if he had discovered some new and interesting prey, he thoroughly assessed Chu An, appearing deep in thought.
After a few breaths, the noble smile on his face deepened a bit, he stepped forward on his own, saluting Chu An with a warm tone:
“I am Zhang Family’s Qingfeng, sorry for the intrusion; seeing fellow Daoist’s extraordinary grace is like meeting an old friend, truly familiar to me. Meeting by chance is fate; may I inquire your name, to gain acquaintance?”