God Of Immortals

It was around six hours after his encounter with the Revenant that Ju Feng was able to leave the haven. Quite a number of medicinal and spirit pills had gone into his treatment. According to the words of the grand elder, the attack on him was a soul based one. When he stepped on the heavenly seal, It directly attacked his soul bypassing his body. The only effect on his body was when he was sent flying, away from the force-field. 

After regaining full consciousness, he had been thoroughly checked, and was declared fit to return to his dormitory. The banging headache he was having when he first woke up had subsided too after resting.

Heavens tears.

He was not dead and had neither broken bones nor damaged dantian. He had been fortunate, on this, he would agree with the elders. After recovering, he had learned about Su Ming, the female cultivator who had saved his life. She had given him the expensive yellow pill after he was thrown into their midst. He wanted to thank her for saving his life, but was told she was still recuperating. He would thank her later. He was in her debt for that.

As he was going towards his dormitory, he tried hard to remember the past event, but could only remember stepping on something which felt like a thunderbolt. He couldn't remember what the revenant's force-field looked like or what happened after he saw himself flying away from it due to the impact. Nothing at all.

In many ways he could have been dead during the encounter. The Revenant could have beaten him into a pulp and then turned him into ashes. Even from the effect of the heavenly seal, he could have died so easily. But thanks to the timely intervention of disciple Su Ming, of elder Cao Wang Xiu and the grand elder.

Yet again, he was in the debt of elder Cao Wang Xiu.

Not that he wasn't happy for her help, he was worried about dying before paying his debt. He couldn't afford to die with debt tied around his neck. He didn't want the Karma of debt to tag his soul in the afterlife on the road to reincarnation. The most important thing was for him to be alive and he was grateful for this. As long as he was alive, he would have the chance to pay his debt.

Sighing, Ju Feng continued walking towards the male dormitory.

He arrived at the male dormitory, went straight into his room and locked the door behind him. He took out some turtle meat and lily tubers from his spatial sac and started chomping down on them. Oh, how much he missed the turtle meat in what was less than a day. Maybe that was what death experience brought to his body and soul. After having his fill, he sat in the lotus position and began to meditate.

The Serene-World technique his grandmother taught him was invaluable to him. Although it was only a lowgrade meditation technique, it was good enough for him. He began attuning his breathing to the rhythym of the technique. Few hours later, his mind had become peaceful enough for him to think with clarity. At the same time, his affinities were getting stronger.

He had to be ready for their adventure to the forsaken palace the following day. Adventure or their demise? Why were they so much in a hurry to their death? He couldn't back out now as that would be a disappointment to himself and his friends. He knew it would be a dangerous journey, outside the sect's premises, but the lure of the adventure kept pulling at him. Besides, he really wanted to see what a place like that would look like. If they could find it.

His curiousity won over. To the palace, he would go.

He checked his items. Food, water, milk, bronze sword and rope. What would he even do with a rope? To tie himself? After what happened to him recently, shouldn't he be getting an armor of solid steel or something? Maybe, a magical armour? That would've been nice, but he had no chance. He couldn't even afford a common armour, not to mention a magical one. 

Then, he remembered the Dragonhide robe his mother bought for him from the antique dealers. Although it wasn't an armour, it was still a protective garment. Talking of the antique dealers, he also recalled the talisman he was given by the old merchant at the market in his village. He quickly rumaged through his spatial sac and found it. He put it near the Dragonhide robe and smiled. 

"Any protection's better than nothing."

He closed his eyes and commenced his cultivation. He was at the early stage of Zhuji, but the amount of spiritual energy he would need to form the four pillars of the foundation and advance to the next stage, would be ridiculously high. This was due to the vast size of his dantian and his soul orb of liquid light. The effect of the Timeless-Soul cultivation technique.

By the time he opened his eyes, it was the earliest period of the following morning. The day marking the commencement of the sect's free events week.

The luminary week.

The Last-Sages luminary week would be starting on that very day. The week when the disciples, the acolytes and the elders would be having all the days of the week to themselves to enjoy as they deemed fit. They could organize events, competitions or anything else they wanted as long as it was in accord with the rules and regulations.

But for Ju Feng and his friends?

It would be an adventure week. Or was it death-courting week?

All their planning led to the day. The day which initiated their journey into the world outside. They had all agreed to meet near the gate where they would cautiously exited the sect's premises. Being new disciples, they were not allowed to go outside on their own without the supervision of a senior disciple or an acolyte. The rules of the sect. Only disciples from the third level upward could go out on their own. By the time disciples reached that level, they would have what it takes to survive out there at the least.