Chapter 1582: Walking Misfortune

While many’s end goals might be the same, their methods to reach said goals could be completely different. Such was a difference in ideals, analysis, and judgment.

Yun Zhongzi’s ideals differed from Fuxi’s, so he withheld many things from Fuxi—such as the Hallowed Emperor’s sacrifice and how he would gain the Imperial Seal. In the same vein, Fuxi kept many things to himself—such as the Star Sect and Ah Zhi.

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“Since you’re walking bad luck, I can’t give you the Star Sect. Hmm… how about this, you’ll be a regular inner disciple unfavored by all. No one wants you as a true disciple.” Ah Zhi winked at Lu Yun. “I’ll take care of things with Xing Shenzuo, he’ll know to keep his mouth shut.”

Lu Yun nodded with a wry grin.

“I actually do want him to take you for his disciple, but if he does, he’ll die in a grisly fashion.” Ah Zhi swept a glance at the wood in Lu Yun’s hand. “Thanks to you.

“And, you can’t stay in the sect for too long. Get out as soon as you’re done learning, or you’ll make me part of your burial goods too! And how dare you put little sister Mo Yi in your inner world? Aren’t you afraid of cursing her to death too?” Ah Zhi started muttering inaudibly.

“That’s not my inner world, it’s the Disordered Hell,” Lu Yun chuckled ruefully. So he was now walking misfortune to Ah Zhi.

“The Disordered Hell?” Ah Zhi blinked. “Disorder and order oppose each other—the Disordered Hell is the hell to suppress disturbances in order. You succeeded?? But it’s a little early for that, you haven’t gotten the Imperial Seal yet!”

“Who knows what fate has in store sometimes,” Lu Yun chuckled. “The Imperial Seal isn’t necessarily a desirable treasure either. Maybe it’s more frightening than the withered wood.”

Ah Zhi’s pale purple brows furrowed together and she tapped two slender fingers twice in the air. Two strands of unknown substance began vibrating.

“You’re right… the Imperial Seal isn’t necessarily desirable… If you get it… You might…” Her voice trailed off.

Fate… the thirty-three reincarnations that Lu Yun had seen were fate. Everything was predestined and they were in the thirty-fourth loop. He’d strayed from the previous trajectories, changing his destiny and potentially the outcome of this cycle.

While Ah Zhi could see certain things, she didn’t have the power to change anything.

“Alright, you are dismissed. Keep that withered wood safe, perhaps it’s not the source of misfortune after all.” Ah Zhi vanished the mountain from Lu Yun’s sight with a wave of her hand.

He returned to Xing Shenzuo in an instant.

“How was it? Did Her Sovereign Majesty take you for her disciple?” he quickly asked, expecting that Lu Yun would suddenly appear in front of him at some point.

“Feng Feifan is an ordinary inner disciple of the Star Sect from this moment on. No one is allowed to take him as a true disciple. You better forget everything you know about him,” Ah Zhi’s voice reverberated in Xing Shenzuo’s ears.

The man’s expression shifted slightly before returning to normal. He was no fool—this kind of proclamation by the only sequence expert in the sect meant that Feng Feifan was far from ordinary. But naturally, he wouldn’t pursue the matter further.

“Since you are only an inner disciple, you have no right to remain at Shenzuo Mountain. You may go.” His expression immediately turned aloof and he flicked his sleeves.

“Understood.” Lu Yun reacted as an inner disciple would, offering a cupped fist salute before backing away.

A smile crept across Xing Shenzuo’s face when Lu Yun left. The Sovereign King hadn’t erased his memories, so he still remembered the young man’s origins and strength. That meant Xing Shenzuo’s status within the sect had greatly increased.

“Xing Shenzuo, I bestow upon you the divine weapon of sequence, Starweaver. You can use the net to temporarily access sequence,” Ah Zhi’s voice sounded once more in his ears.

“Thank you, Your Sovereign Majesty!” Xing Shenzuo was overjoyed.

“But you should stay away from Xing Chen even with the weapon. She can still beat two of you with one hand behind her back.” Ah Zhi said no more after another huge yawn.

Xing Shenzuo’s expression fell and he hastily expressed his understanding.

Xing Chen was Xing Lang’s master and the first Nihil World Sovereign in the sect, also the strongest supplemental grandmaster. She was very famous in the known expanses of the Boundless Planes. Apart from Ah Zhi, she was responsible for half of the sect’s enormous reputation.

……

Xing Wuliang had been stripped down to a pair of underwear and was hanging by the entrance to Shenzuo Mountain. Xing Lang held a leather whip and lashed his victim’s naked body whenever the urge struck him.

Xing Wuliang’s eyes had rolled up into the back of his head and he’d fainted dead away. The various disciples of Shenzuo Mountain were frightened out of their wits, unable to leave despite wanting to. They could only huddle off to the side and watch their mighty and brilliant senior brother be hung up like a trussed chicken.

“You’ve finally come out, kid. Eh? Xing Shenzuo didn’t take you for his true disciple?” Xing Lang paused with surprise when he saw Lu Yun walk out of the mountain residence. He could naturally tell that Lu Yun’s soul force was ninth level, a mark of his great potential given his young age. If it’d been his master Xing Chen on the premises, he would’ve immediately taken the young man.

Lu Yun had changed his clothes and wore the uniform of an inner disciple. Inner disciples had the right to remain on the World Star, but they were leagues apart from true disciples.

“Senior Shenzuo has his own considerations for not accepting me.” Lu Yun smiled faintly. “Senior brother Xing Lang, it might be nice to show some restraint. Senior brother Wuliang has become a grandmaster, so isn’t it over the line to treat him like this?”

“Grandmaster?” Xing Lang swept a glance over Xing Wuliang and shook his head. “He has the soul force of a grandmaster without the requisite mentality. He’s just a fake grandmaster. Maybe I can beat some enlightenment into him and he’ll become a real one then!

“In contrast to him, I think junior brother Feifan seems more like a real grandmaster. How about it, want to join my faction and become my master’s true disciple?”

Smack!

Xing Lang swung the whip in his hand and crashed it across Xing Wuliang’s back.

He came awake with a shrill yelp.

Lu Yun rubbed his forehead and chuckled ruefully, “Senior brother, eh, um, senior sister… Senior Xing Chen only takes female disciples, no?”

Xing Lang was plainly a girl in men’s clothing. Lu Yun had only needed to briefly employ formula dao to determine that her faction’s disciples were also all girls.

“Xing Lang is a girl?” Xing Wuliang’s jaw dropped.

Smack!

Came another lash of the whip.

“You’re right, master has no male disciples. But there’s always an exception and if you are willing, I’ll go ask master to take you in,” Xing Lang responded.

<blockquote><b>Translator's Thoughts</b>Someone.... correct me if I'm wrong... but wasn't Lu Yun's first replica... Xing Chen?!

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