Chapter 1270: Within Junshan City

The Divine Realm was vast and boundless.

The great ship soared through the clouds and mist. According to Dongbo Xueying’s inquiries, it would take over two more months to reach Junshan City.

During the voyage, Dongbo Xueying spent his time in quiet cultivation, deducing the rules of the Void Path in this world. He gradually modified his Hunyuan Body Refinement technique, alleviating the disintegration of his body. On the other hand, he had to deal with the Third Young Lady, ‘Yu Feng Qingyin.’

“That Xiang Pangyun—did he end up killing your brother?” In an elegant chamber aboard the ship, Yu Feng Qingyin sat across from Dongbo Xueying, her voice tense with concern.

“At the most critical moment, I broke through and killed Xiang Pangyun,” Dongbo Xueying replied with a faint smile. Recalling that scene from his youth still stirred emotions within him, though his parents and younger brother were long gone—though they had lived full lives. Even now, he could recreate life through the ‘Illusory Universe,’ but what meaning would there be in resurrecting them?

“Whew.” Yu Feng Qingyin exhaled in relief. “Good, good. My heart was racing just listening to it.”

“Third Young Lady, for Lord Feixue to ascend to the Divine Realm, he must have been a legendary figure in the lower world. Those who opposed him surely met no good end,” the steward Yun remarked with a chuckle.

“True,” Yu Feng Qingyin nodded.

Suddenly, she asked, “By the way, Lord Feixue, what are your plans from now on?”

“As I’ve said before, I have no home in the Divine Realm. I wander freely,” Dongbo Xueying replied.

“Why not stay in Junshan City?” Yu Feng Qingyin urged. “The wilderness is too dangerous. The city is much safer.”

“I do intend to cultivate in the city for a while. This recent encounter made me realize my strength is still insufficient,” Dongbo Xueying admitted.

“Barely a Divine Lord, yet daring to roam the wilderness,” Steward Yun scoffed.

Yu Feng Qingyin quickly interjected, “If Lord Feixue wishes to stay and cultivate in the city, that’s wonderful. Speaking of which, Lord Feixue, what is your true level of strength?”

“Mid-stage Divine Lord,” Dongbo Xueying said. “Though my injuries have hindered my recovery, I believe within a year or so, I’ll fully heal and return to that level.”

Over these days, his body refinement technique had gradually improved, his injuries lessened, and his body grew stronger.

“Oh?”

Steward Yun’s eyes flickered with surprise.

Mid-stage Divine Lord?

Ascenders truly rose from weakness step by step, without the aid of the Primordial Bloodline of the Hunyuan Ancestral Gods! At the same level, ascenders far surpassed the native inhabitants of the Divine Realm. If Lord Feixue fully recovered to mid-stage Divine Lord, his strength would be close to Steward Yun’s own.

After all, Steward Yun was only a late-stage Divine Lord, though his ‘Jade Light Divine Eye’ granted him slightly greater power than most at his level.

“Excellent!”

Yu Feng Qingyin beamed. “With mid-stage Divine Lord strength and being an ascender, I can surely convince my father and elder brother. Lord Feixue, you could take on the honorary position of ‘Cultivation Mentor’ in our Yu Feng Clan. It’s a leisurely role—no dangerous missions, just occasional guidance for our core disciples. With this status, your standing in Junshan City will rise. You’ll receive periodic rewards and even gain access to the ‘Scripture Hall’ to select a cultivation manual. If you’re willing to contribute further, you could earn even greater benefits.”

Dongbo Xueying’s interest was piqued.

Scripture Hall?

What was the most direct way to study the rules of this world?

Naturally, by examining the cultivation methods of other experts! Their summarized paths would make his own research infinitely easier.

“Are there any ascender manuals?” he asked.

Yu Feng Qingyin grinned, her eyes curving like crescents. “Ascender manuals are extremely rare, but our Junshan Yu Feng Clan has quite a collection.”

“Then I shall shamelessly accept,” Dongbo Xueying said gratefully. “Thank you, Third Young Lady.”

“Don’t celebrate too soon,” Steward Yun said coolly. “Not just anyone can become a Cultivation Mentor. The master and young master must approve.”

Yu Feng Qingyin waved a hand. “Relax, Father and Elder Brother will agree.”

Steward Yun sighed in resignation.

Dongbo Xueying smiled.

Though he had only known the Third Young Lady for a month, he could tell her kindness was genuine. She treated him well and sincerely wanted to help him. No wonder Steward Yun had warned him earlier not to ‘scheme against the Third Young Lady.’

“Regardless, I’ve just arrived in this world and owe her much. I’ll find a way to repay her in the future,” Dongbo Xueying mused. For now, he planned to stay in Junshan City—any safe place would suffice for his research into the world’s rules.

—

The ship carried hundreds—generals, soldiers, guards, and servants.

Dongbo Xueying’s mastery of the Illusory Dream Path subtly enhanced his ‘charm,’ making others more inclined to favor him. Yet, to avoid drawing attention, he restrained its effects. Strong-willed individuals remained unaffected, and a few still harbored indifference or even hostility toward him.

One guard, in particular, despised him.

His name was Tie Chengliu.

Tall and imposing, Tie Chengliu’s cold gaze made him unpopular even among his fellow guards. His hostility toward Dongbo Xueying was palpable, and the latter’s keen soul perception even detected traces of malice.

“I’ve just arrived in this world. I’ve never met him before—why does he loathe me so?” Dongbo Xueying wondered silently.

Still, he paid it no mind.

A mere guard, at the peak of Divine General, just a step below Divine Lord. Yet that step was a chasm, and the gap in power vast.

—

“We’re here!”

“Junshan City!”

One day, cheers erupted across the ship.

From the Third Young Lady and Steward Yun on the prow to the generals, soldiers, and servants, all wore relieved smiles. Traveling through the wilderness had kept them perpetually on edge.

“Junshan City.” Dongbo Xueying gazed into the distance.

A massive city sprawled before them—though not as terrifyingly vast as those in the Heart Realm Continent. By his estimate, Junshan City spanned hundreds of thousands of miles.

Given the absurd density of this world’s earth and stone, constructing such a city was no less challenging than building the capital of the Southcloud Nation.

—

The rulers of Junshan City were the Yu Feng Clan.

On the day of their arrival, in a grand hall of the Yu Feng estate, Dongbo Xueying met the clan’s eldest son—the acknowledged heir, Yu Feng Lei.

“Third Sister, is this the ascender you praised so highly?” A towering man sat upon a seat, his eyes flickering with lightning, exuding an imposing aura.

“Greetings, Eldest Young Master,” Dongbo Xueying offered a slight bow.

Yu Feng Lei chuckled. “They say ascenders are proud. Indeed, you dare to stand so casually before me.”

“Well, in the lower realms, he was the strongest in his world. Of course he has pride,” Yu Feng Qingyin interjected. “And despite ascenders struggling in the Divine Realm, Lord Feixue has reached mid-stage Divine Lord. That’s no small feat.”

Yu Feng Lei nodded slightly. “Rare indeed. Since my sister insists, Lord Feixue, you may take the position of Cultivation Mentor in our clan. I’ll arrange a residence for you in the city.”

“My thanks, Eldest Young Master,” Dongbo Xueying replied obediently.

—

Indeed.

In that meeting, Dongbo Xueying spoke only two sentences—”Greetings, Eldest Young Master” and “My thanks, Eldest Young Master”—before being dismissed. Yu Feng Lei was far more interested in discussing the journey with his sister.

A half-mile estate was bestowed upon him, along with two large chests of treasures.

“Master Feixue, everything has been delivered. We shall take our leave.”

“My thanks.”

Watching the Yu Feng soldiers depart, Dongbo Xueying surveyed his new residence with a faint smile.

This would be his ‘home’ in this world for a long time to come.

—

On the second night in Junshan City, deep in meditation within his quiet chamber, Dongbo Xueying sensed something amiss.

Under the twin moons—one crimson, one silver—the courtyard lay bathed in serene light.

Yet his soul trembled with warning.

A killing intent approached.

“Someone wants me dead?” Dongbo Xueying frowned. “I’ve only been here two days. Who would—?”

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