Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 808: Being Alone

Han Xuanji was slightly taken aback, then nodded calmly:

“Yes, I am indeed a Transcendent, having come to the Eternal Continent from a Primordial Chaos.”

This was no longer a big secret; after all, his origins were indeed easy to investigate.

Before coming to the Hun Family, his past was a blank slate. Leng Qianshuang looked at him, the expression in her eyes a bit more complex than before.

“Not bad.”

Cultivators of the Eternal Continent were not unfamiliar with the identity of a “Transcendent,” but they were not common either.

Being able to reach the peak within the Primordial Chaos and break free from its shackles proved that a Transcendent’s talent and mental state were far superior to ordinary people.

They possessed an indescribable resilience that local Cultivators lacked, which was why many supreme powers would deliberately send their disciples to be reincarnated into the Primordial Chaos for training.

Leng Qianshuang had seen many Transcendents, but she still could not understand why Han Xuanji was so highly regarded by Master.

After a moment, she withdrew her gaze, her tone returning to its usual coldness:

“No wonder; that must not have been easy for you.”

“Let’s go.”

After saying that, Leng Qianshuang did not delay any further. She stood up and walked toward the door, her steps crisp and decisive. Han Xuanji stood up and followed.

The two passed through the corridors of the Wuchen Palace and headed toward the depths of Jiuxuan Palace.

Along the way, they encountered several patrols of guards, who all bowed respectfully upon seeing them. Before long, they arrived in front of an independent stone hall.

The stone hall was not large, built entirely of dark cyan stone, its surface covered in intricate formation patterns that spread and intertwined like a spiderweb under the reflection of spiritual light.

The hall doors were tightly shut, with no guards in front.

Leng Qianshuang raised her hand and pressed it against the hall door. The formation patterns lit up for a moment, and the doors slid open silently to the sides.

The hall was empty, save for a circular teleportation array in the center of the floor. Nine fist-sized crystals were embedded in the Formation Plate, emitting a gentle glow.

“This is the cross-region teleportation array of Jiuxuan Palace, which can teleport us directly to Tianxuan Myriad Worlds City.”

Leng Qianshuang stepped onto the Formation Plate and glanced sideways at Han Xuanji.

“Stand steady.”

Han Xuanji followed instructions and stepped onto the Formation Plate.

Leng Qianshuang raised her hand and cast a spell. The formation patterns on the Formation Plate lit up one by one, and light rose from beneath their feet, enveloping him completely.

The next second, he felt a slight pulling force coming from all directions, as if gripped by an invisible hand, yanked down and then pulled up, and immediately everything in his field of vision was stretched into blurred lines.

When he regained his footing, the sensation under his feet had changed.

Tianxuan Myriad Worlds City.

He had visited this super-large city when he first arrived on the Eternal Continent, and everything from that time was still vivid in his memory.

Now, stepping onto this land again, his state of mind was completely different.

He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the buildings that towered into the clouds in the distance, no longer feeling as constrained as he had before.

Leng Qianshuang did not stop; she intercepted a flying boat and headed toward the port.

Before long, they arrived at a port.

Flying boats of various sizes were coming and going, and fleets were setting sail, which was quite spectacular.

Leng Qianshuang waved her hand, and a gentle light flashed. A sky-cyan flying boat, about several dozen zhang long with smooth lines and a beautiful appearance, appeared—it was clearly a Saint-grade flying boat.

“Come on up.”

Han Xuanji also boarded the flying boat and sat down opposite her.

The flying boat slowly rose, passed through the defensive light curtain of Tianxuan Myriad Worlds City, and flew toward the direction of the Sea of Hongmeng.

As the silhouette of the city gradually shrank, the surrounding scenery slowly became more desolate. Han Xuanji sat in the cabin, gazing at the vast sea surface ahead.

His perception became clearer, and he could feel that faint, elusive connection; although vague, the direction was roughly correct.

He pointed out a direction to Leng Qianshuang, and the flying boat adjusted its course, sailing steadily toward that area.

Leng Qianshuang did not speak again, her gaze calmly fixed on the front. She was, in fact, a person with a cold personality who did not like to talk or laugh much and rarely interacted with others. Han Xuanji waited for a while, feeling that this was a rare opportunity to be alone, and spoke up to break the silence:

“Senior Sister, what is the relationship between the Tiannan Wasteland… and Jiuxuan Prefecture?”

Leng Qianshuang heard this and turned her head to look at him, seemingly surprised that he would ask this, but she did not refuse to answer.

She was silent for a moment, as if organizing her words, and then said:

“The Tiannan Wasteland is a very dangerous area. The environment there is treacherous and Ferocious Beasts run rampant. Only some exiled Cultivators and desperate outlaws go there to scrape a living. Why do you ask about this?”

“I mean, it is said that the Tiannan Wasteland experiences riots every so often, and beast tides attack the cities surrounding Jiuxuan Prefecture.”

Han Xuanji responded softly, his eyes full of worry.

Leng Qianshuang paused, then continued in a flat tone:

“The border between Jiuxuan Prefecture and the Tiannan Wasteland has always been set with layers of defensive lines. Usually, both sides mind their own business, but every so often, there are indeed large-scale Ferocious Beast riots in the Desolate Region. According to the pattern, the next riot is indeed coming soon.”

Are you trying to treat me like a child?

Han Xuanji was silent for a moment:

“Then… what about Master? Does he not care?”

Leng Qianshuang looked at the gray sea ahead, her tone still flat, but the content of her words made Han Xuanji’s heart tighten slightly:

“Master has his own affairs. Although the Desolate Region riots follow a pattern, the number of times they truly threaten Jiuxuan City is extremely rare. As long as it does not threaten Jiuxuan City, Master generally will not personally intervene. He has matters more worthy of his attention.”

Not caring?

Or is it that he cannot care?

Han Xuanji knew that she must know something, but it seemed she did not want to tell him much. It was likely because she felt his cultivation was too low and there was no need for him to know these things.

Because knowing them would be meaningless.

After thinking for a moment, Han Xuanji asked straightforwardly:

“Does it have anything to do with the An?”

Han Xuanji asked this question bluntly, without beating around the bush.

Leng Qianshuang heard this and narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Han Xuanji, somewhat surprised that he would ask so directly.

“I have also looked up some information.”

Han Xuanji did not avoid her gaze:

“Qianhun City is close to the Desolate Region. When I was still there, I heard some rumors about the beast tides.”

Leng Qianshuang did not immediately reply. After a moment, she withdrew her gaze, her tone carrying a hint of loosening up:

“You are indeed more attentive than I imagined.”

Leng Qianshuang gazed at the gray skyline ahead, not speaking immediately.

And this journey was nothing out of the ordinary for her. The sky-cyan flying boat cut a smooth trajectory across the dark Sea of Hongmeng, sailing unhurriedly toward the distance.