Chapter 214 Open The Heavenly Writing Scroll

The light slowly faded. “Ding! Obtained weapon. Sky Dagger.”

“Ding! Obtained Open Heavenly Writing Scroll.”

Lu Zhou looked at the floor.

He saw a dagger the color of jade… This dagger was slightly larger than the Sky Fragments. It was also larger than ordinary daggers. It looked dainty and exquisite. Unfortunately, the system did not suggest a suitable owner for the dagger.

Lu Zhou looked at the system dashboard again. The weapons he currently had in his possession were Unnamed, Life Cutter, and Tear Stain Box.

Lu Zhou liked Unnamed the most. After numerous tests, he was convinced that Unnamed was of the heaven-grade.

He obtained Life Cutter from the Righteous Sect’s elder, Zhang Qiuchi, and the weapon had been refined again. It was a heaven-grade item as well.

There was also the Tear Stain Box that could withstand attacks from his disciples. It was certainly a heaven-grade item.

‘Apart from Unnamed, I can give the remaining weapons to my disciples. After all, if they’re powerful, I, as their master, would be powerful as well.’

Currently, only his fifth disciple, Zhao Yue, and his eighth disciple, Zhu Honggong, were weaponless.

‘How should I distribute them?’

Zhao Yue was a girl, and Life Cutter seemed too big and unsightly for her. The Tearstain Box seemed even more so in its boxing gloves state. It seemed more suited for Zhu Honggong, Old Eighth. However, Zhu Honggong had just recently returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion, and his temperament was lacking. Before he was sure of Zhu Honggong’s loyalty, he had no intention of giving him a weapon.

It seemed like the Sky Dagger was most suitable for Zhao Yue. However, her cultivation base had not entered the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm so she could not master a heaven-grade weapon.

Lu Zhou picked the Sky Dagger up from the floor. An icy sensation crept into his palm from the dagger as it gleamed coldly.

“Nice.” Lu Zhou could not help but praise it. “However, Unnamed still looks better.”

He suddenly had the urge to test the Sky Dagger against Unnamed. However, when he thought about how terrifying Unnamed was, he dismissed the idea.

The Sky Dagger should be a heaven-grade weapon. It would be a shame if it was destroyed.

He put the dagger away and looked at the Open Heavenly Writing Scroll.

“Does this have anything to do with the Three Scrolls of Heavenly Writing?” Lu Zhou wondered. He touched the scroll and the parchment-like material shattered. The fragments dissolved into spots of starlight that entered his body. Lu Zhou opened the Heavenly Writing’s menu to have a look…

The Human Scroll was lit up, but the Earth and Heaven Scrolls were still dim.

“It’s not?”

He opened the Human Scroll, and the first row of s.h.i.+ning golden script that appeared before his eyes was the Power of Speech.

During the disturbance in Anyang City, these were the exact words that appeared in his mind. ‘In that case, what’s the point of the Open Heavenly Writing Scroll?’ Lu Zhou was puzzled, but he did not dwell on it. He had never understood the Heavenly Writing since he began to comprehend it after all.

Lu Zhou sat down with his legs crossed and intended to comprehend the Heavenly Writing again.

When the Heavenly Writing’s menu was called up, Lu Zhou entered his comprehension state.

Seemingly at the same moment, the scripts of the Heavenly Writing surfaced in his mind.

“To gain immeasurable power of the body that manifests in one’s physical state, bringing those around him to wisdom, leading them toward powers and the path of enlightenment.”

“To gain the power of muting so that samadhi will manifest in the body and radiate into the surroundings like light, and yet being unswerving in samadhi.”

The moment the Heavenly Writing appeared, Lu Zhou’s initially invigorated mental state seemed to have lessened somewhat.

He was soon absorbed in comprehending the Heavenly Writing that he did not even feel the pa.s.sage of time.

Seven days pa.s.sed in just a blink of an eye.

These days, Little Yuan’er spent her time cultivating and keeping an eye on the old beggar, Pan Litian.

Pan Litian did nothing other than drinking wine and sleeping… He seemed no different from the beggars she usually saw in the streets.

Pan Litian seemed worthless and beyond help. However, he seemed content with the state he was in. He would lie where he wanted, bask in the sun, and occasionally rub the grime off his skin.

“Little girl… Aren’t you sick of looking at me every day?!” Pan Litian said as he drank some wine.

“Master told us to keep an eye on you… By the way, how did you get past the barrier?” Little Yuan’er asked curiously.

“Do you want to know?” Pan Litian checked his surroundings. There were only two Derived Moon Palace female cultivators around.

Little Yuan’er nodded.

Pan Litian chuckled and said, “Do you know what I admire about you?”

“What?”

“You’re frank, sincere, and unpretentious.”

Little Yuan’er chuckled, indulging in narcissism. “Well, that’s what my senior brothers say as well.”

“Can you tell me… if there’s anyone with the last name Pan on Golden Court Mountain?” Pan Litian asked.

“Of course.”

“Where is he?”

“Here. Isn’t your last name Pan?”

“…” Pan Litian coughed before continuing, “I mean someone else apart from me.”

Little Yuan’er played with her hair absentmindedly. Then, she leaped down from the branch she was perching on and said, “You mean Pan Zhong? Oh, now that you mentioned it, both of you have the same last name! Are you his father?”

Pan Litian’s wizened face twitched. “I… That’s not my last name. I’m only asking…”

“That’s strange. Old man Pan, you’re only an ordinary old beggar. Aren’t you worried that my master will kill you?” Little Yuan’er asked.

Pan Litian coughed, speechless. “I told you my last name isn’t Pan.”

“Fine… Then, tell me how did you get past the barrier!”

Pan Litian smiled indifferently and said, “Even the most refined fish net has a gap…”

Little Yuan’er was puzzled.

When Pan Litian saw that the position of the sun had changed, he sat up and shuffled to another spot before lying back down. He propped his head on his arm and said, “Little girl, Pan Zhong… is dead, right?”

“Fortunately, he met my master… If my master didn’t teach him the Six Yang Technique, he would’ve died a long time ago,” Little Yuan’er said proudly.

“That’s good to hear… How’s he doing on the mountain?”

“Don’t worry, your son is doing fine.” Little Yuan’er pushed away from the ground and leaped onto a branch.

Puh!

Pan Litian spat out the mouthful of wine he had just drunk. “My last name is really not Pan. How can he be my son?”

Little Yuan’er nodded and said, “Alright, you have a point.”

Pan Litian nodded, pleased. Then, he said ingratiatingly, “Little girl, can you bring me some more wine… Bring me the century-old wine, will you?” “Alright, I’ll bring it for you, on account of your grandson,” Little Yuan’er said with a straight face.

Pan Litian was taken aback. A knot formed in his chest that made him lose the will to speak. He was wondering how he could explain himself when a buzzing noise rang from the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

Shortly after, a ma.s.sive vortex appeared above the Evil Sky Pavilion. Spots of starlight could be seen in the center of the vortex.

Everyone on Golden Court Mountain stopped what they were doing to look.

At the same time, the energy of Golden Court Mountain’s barrier was absorbed by the vortex. It was like a whirlpool in the middle of the ocean.

The Derived Moon Palace’s female cultivators had long since behaved like disciples of Golden Court Mountain. When they saw this, someone hastily said, “Notify Elder Hua, Mister Third, Mister Fifth, and Miss Ninth!”