Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 321: Pavilion Head

In just three days, the intricate runes etched upon the cube faded dramatically.

Finally, Liang rose to his feet, a sense of calm authority emanating from him. With a simple, fluid motion, he waved his hand, and the colossal runic dragon that towered before him came to a halt, its majestic form trembling into stillness.

Confusion clouded the expressions of the two Elders as they hurried toward Liang, their robes billowing slightly with the rush of their movement.

"Mister Liang, why did you stop?" Elder Yun’s voice was laced with impatience, his brow furrowed with concern.

Liang’s eyes flickered like starlight as he turned to meet Elder Yun’s gaze. A playful smile graced his lips. "Just tired.

"Tired?" Elder Yin interjected, an eyebrow arched with skepticism. Unlike mere mortals, cultivators were free from the shackles of fatigue or the necessity of sleep—unless their spiritual essence was depleted. Elder Yin’s curiosity deepened, intrigued by Liang’s words.

Liang chuckled softly, "As you just witnessed, I can easily dismantle the sealing formation." He casually produced a wooden chair, settling into it with an air of assurance. "For the final piece of this puzzle, however, I require a guarantee from you."

"A guarantee?" Elder Yun’s eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping in. "What kind of guarantee do you seek?"

"What kind of assurance do you believe would compel you to uphold your part of the agreement?" Liang’s gaze bore into Elder Yun.

Elder Yin scoffed, a sneer twisting his features. "What do you want? A contract?" he said, raising his hand dismissively. "This old man wouldn’t be opposed to that!"

Liang’s eyes flashed with disdain as he scanned Elder Yin from head to toe. "Do you truly believe you can represent the entire Pavilion?"

"You…!" Elder Yin’s face flushed crimson, his finger trembling as he pointed angrily at Liang.

"You, what?" Liang retorted, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Do you think I need a guarantee from a mid-stage Void Transformation realm elder?"

Fuming, Elder Yin nearly choked on his anger, "Brat named Liang, if our Pavilion didn’t require your skills, I would have turned you to ashes long ago."

Liang’s expression hardened as his eyes narrowed. He then turned his attention back to Elder Yun. "Do you see it now? That’s why I need a guarantee?"

Elder Yun’s expression darkened, his face twisting into a scowl as he shot a frigid glare at Elder Yin. The sudden intensity of Yun’s stare seemed to send a chill through the air. Acknowledging his error, Elder Yin’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he hastily averted his gaze, avoiding the piercing look from his counterpart.

Taking a measured breath to regain his composure, Elder Yun turned his attention to Liang, his voice low and grave. "Mister Liang, please be straightforward. What do you want?"

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A sly smile tugged at the corners of Liang’s lips, dimples emerging on his cheeks. "I want a person whose words can influence the very foundation of the Pavilion."

"Arrogant," Elder Yun spat.

"Foolish," echoed Elder Yin.

Both elders shouted in unison, visibly jolted by Liang’s audacious demand. They understood the implications of his request: there was only one individual within the Pavilion who held such esteemed authority—the Pavilion Head.

How audacious of Liang to suggest summoning the Pavilion Head! Who did he think he was?

Liang remained unfazed under their scrutiny, his demeanor calm and composed. "If I’m not mistaken, the treasures on auction are kept in your treasury, along with most of the Pavilion’s valuable assets, correct?"

The two elders exchanged alarmed glances, their expressions shifting from disbelief to an earnest concern. Yet, despite the gravity of his words, neither elder dared to respond, their tongues tied by the significance of his implications.

Then, cutting through the tension, a hearty laugh resonated throughout the space, filling it with an unexpected warmth.

As if summoned by the laughter itself, a figure clad in a pristine white robe, elegant and unadorned, descended gracefully from above.

The man appeared to be in his twenties, with deep, dark eyes and tousled black hair that framed his face. His features bore an unremarkable quality; he blended seamlessly into the crowd on the bustling streets, easily mistaken for just another passerby.

However, the moment this man stepped into view, the demeanor of two elders shifted dramatically. Their expressions, once calm and composed, transformed into looks of reverence and fear. In unison, as if compelled by an unseen force, they bowed deeply and declared, "Greetings, Pavilion Head."

The Pavilion Head nodded graciously, raising his hand to signal them to rise. As the elders regained their composure, confusion flickered across their faces. Why was someone of such importance here? Was there truly something of great value in the treasury that warranted the Pavilion Head’s personal presence?

Ignoring the elders’ astonishment, Liang stepped forward. He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, his voice polite yet steady. "It’s a pleasure to meet the renowned Pavilion Head."

A soft chuckle escaped the Pavilion Head as he regarded Liang with a bemused expression. "I believe you didn’t mention me here on a whim, Mister Liang. You must have sensed my presence, am I mistaken?"

Liang laughed lightly, dismissing the thought. "Senior, you overestimate my abilities. It was merely a coincidence."

The Pavilion Head smiled, an enigmatic gleam in his eye. "Now that I am here, what is it you require?"

"Nothing too serious," Liang replied, his tone casual. "Just a soul contract with you, stipulating that none of your pavilion’s members shall inflict harm upon me in any way. In return, I should be permitted to choose any three items, apart from that one."

"Outrageous!" Elder Yin and Elder Yun exclaimed in unison, their voices laced with shock.

Raising a hand to silence them, the Pavilion Head looked at Liang with calm scrutiny. "Is there anything else you wish to add?"

Liang’s eyes flickered momentarily with uncertainty, but he ultimately shook his head.

With a resigned sigh, he pulled out an ancient, worn piece of parchment.

Channeling his energy into the paper, he watched as words began to magically inscribe themselves, forming a contract that echoed with power and significance.

Liang glanced at the aged contact paper, its edges worn and the ink faded with time, before reluctantly passing it to the Pavilion Head.

"There’s no need for that," the Pavilion Head replied dismissively, waving his hand with a fluid motion. A shimmering translucent essence drop materialized in the air, glowing faintly before it left his fingers, merging seamlessly with the old paper.

Liang’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. The Pavilion Head showed no interest in actually reading the contract—completely contrary to what Liang had expected.

Then, a flicker of understanding brightened Liang’s eyes. A serene smile spread across his face as he dripped a drop of his own blood essence onto the paper. The moment his essence touched the surface, the words began to shimmer and morph, rearranging themselves into an intricate miniature formation. As the formation set into place, the paper disintegrated, vanishing into wisps of ethereal energy.

"Now, Young Friend, proceed; we don’t have much time," the Pavilion Head urged, his tone tinged with impatience.

Liang chuckled softly, his hands moving deftly as he formed a precise seal with his fingers. At that instant, a magnificent dragon, hidden until now, let out a resonant roar from above the formation, vanishing into the shimmering array.

One by one, the sealing runes etched onto the surface of the mysterious cube began to disintegrate, fading into nothingness as if they had never been there.

In a flash, the Pavilion Head surged forward, moving with terrifying speed until he stood directly beside the cube. With a decisive wave of his hand, a mystical door manifested on the cube’s surface, its design intricate and glowing softly.

Without pausing to lose a moment, he stepped through the gate.

Hot on his heels, another figure materialized beside the entrance. It was none other than Liang himself, following closely and stepping through the threshold as soon as he appeared.

"Too fast!" Elder Yin exclaimed, disbelief coloring his voice.

"Indeed, speed is the hallmark of void experts," Elder Yun replied, his eyes glinting with envy.

Yet Elder Yin frowned, a hint of suspicion threading through his thoughts. "Don’t you think the Pavilion Head was too careless? He didn’t even review the contract before signing it."

Elder Yun chuckled, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "The Pavilion Head is a powerhouse of the void return realm. A contract with a seventh-order realm expert won’t pose any threat to him."

***

Gazing around the expansive hall brimming with treasures, Liang couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh of admiration. "All Things Pavilion truly lives up to its name."

A serene voice broke through his reverie. "It took us hundreds of thousands of years to gather all these."

Liang’s eyes narrowed subtly as he turned toward the Pavilion Head, who had appeared from the shadows at the far end of the hall. With a calm presence, the Pavilion Head commanded attention, but Liang’s gaze was drawn to a shard of broken jade that rested in his hand.

Thoughts whirled in Liang’s mind as he looked away, a fleeting moment that did not escape the Pavilion Head’s notice. A knowing smile spread across his lips.

"Since the Pavilion Head has taken what he needs, may I choose my three items now?"