I Studied Abroad in the Modern Times-Chapter 485Book 2: : Conversing with Ease, Collective Assault

Book 2: Chapter 485: Conversing with Ease, Collective Assault

Vol 2 Chapter 485: Conversing with Ease, Collective Assault

"The lecture has concluded..."

Zheng Fa had no idea how much time had passed when Hongjun Daoist's final words from the lecture finally reached his ears. Raising his gaze, he saw Hongjun Daoist's figure fade into nothingness, directly disappearing from Purple Heaven Palace.

Below the platform, the three thousand listeners performed grand bows from their cushions, expressing gratitude with their words.

After respectfully seeing off Hongjun Daoist, Zheng Fa remained seated on his cushion, quietly contemplating the content of the lecture he had just heard. Although cultivation methods from the First Era differed greatly from current practices, their core essence remained similar. Having listened to the entire lecture, Zheng Fa's mind now brimmed with numerous insights and flashes of inspiration.

These chaotic thoughts were slowly flowing through his consciousness—while he could record the content of Hongjun's lecture, these fleeting moments of enlightenment vanished almost as quickly as they appeared. To fully digest these insights, he remained motionless in meditation, gradually organizing his thoughts.

The Great Elder of the Lu Clan and others couldn't understand anything Hongjun had said, feeling only emptiness in their minds, so they had long since stood up. Watching Zheng Fa among the crowd and noticing his apparent deep comprehension, their gazes grew increasingly profound.

After some thought, the Great Elder approached Golden-Winged Great Peng and said: "It appears Shi Nandang has gained significant benefits from this lecture."

Golden-Winged Great Peng had likewise gained almost nothing and was already displeased;hearing these words made his expression turn even more grim. He coldly glanced at Zheng Fa, then glared at the Great Elder: "What kind of thing are you, daring to come before me and stir up trouble?"

The smile on the Great Elder's face stiffened, and he immediately responded: "Could it be that all of you are truly willing to watch Shi Nandang obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

At these words, both Gu God and White Bone Demon Ancestor showed slight reactions.

Creation Daoist, however, turned to look at Zheng Fa who was still in contemplation, and after a long moment said: "If Fellow Daoist Shi Nandang can truly obtain this Hongmeng Purple Qi, this humble daoist would be happy to witness it."

Everyone seemed surprised by Creation Daoist's broad-mindedness, looking at him with strange expressions.

The Great Elder gave a cold laugh: "Easy to say nice words. If Shi Nandang were to surpass you, would you still be able to speak like this?"

"These are this humble daoist's sincere words." Creation Daoist showed no concern, still smiling cheerfully. "In fact, I believe Fellow Daoist Bailian would understand my meaning best."

Bailian from Leiyin Temple, seeing the cracks covering the Bodhi seed at his brow, showed a pained expression. When Creation Daoist mentioned his name, he stored the Bodhi seed within his robes before nodding to everyone and sighing: "This seventh cushion is truly difficult to occupy. I suspect Fellow Shi may also find this opportunity hard to obtain."

"What's unusual about this cushion?" Golden-Winged Great Peng, apparently familiar with him, asked directly.

"Both Creation Daoist and I were only a foot away from the seven cushions in the front row, yet this single step feels like an insurmountable chasm."

His words left everyone even more confused.

Creation Daoist added: "Fellow daoists, you only see us sitting at the front, but wanting to advance further is different for us than for you."

"How is it different?"

"The seventh cushion can only be occupied by those with great comprehension, great virtue, and great perseverance." Creation Daoist looked at the cushion beneath him and shook his head. "Upon sitting in this position, we immediately understood this rule—this isn't a seat one can occupy simply by attending the lecture. Moreover, the seventh cushion has one crucial difference from the others."

The junior elder from Purple Heaven slowly asked: "What difference?"

"Better lacking than excessive." Creation Daoist flicked his horsetail whisk, appearing both helpless and frustrated. "That cushion seems to have been vacant since ancient times—unless one meets the requirements, it absolutely cannot be occupied."

"......"

Gu God's gaze fell on Great Peng, murmuring: "You mean to say it's possible none of us can obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi? No wonder you said you'd be happy to witness it."

Creation Daoist smiled, his expression sincere: "We're all people trusted by Fellow Daoist Lu Mo. What matters is obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi—who comes first or last isn't important?" ŕÂŊО𝐁È𝐬

The Great Elder and Gu God exchanged glances, still not believing Creation Daoist could be so broad-minded, yet unable to find words to argue.

Creation Daoist looked at Zheng Fa with an expectant expression: "Here in Purple Heaven Palace, we can't understand a single word—how can we talk about great comprehension or great virtue?"

"Just look at those six in the front row—each carries an immeasurably profound aura. If we could gain even a little guidance from them, even without obtaining Hongmeng Purple Qi, it would be a supreme opportunity, but..."

The others were equally frustrated. Not understanding the language was something they truly couldn't overcome—back in Xuanyi Realm, they could have used various spells and divine sense to solve this problem.

But these people were merely illusions within Fusang Wood's memories—it wasn't even clear if they possessed spiritual intelligence, let alone divine sense. No wonder Creation Daoist hoped Shi Nandang could obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi—he probably felt he had no chance himself.

Simply put, to compete for Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Purple Qi needed to appear first. In the current situation, competing was pointless.

Just as everyone looked at each other uncertainly, one of the six figures on the front cushions—a middle-aged man—suddenly turned and said something to them.

"......"

From the other five cushions, five mighty figures also turned to look at Creation Daoist and the others.

The Great Elder felt goosebumps rising on the back of his neck—even though he knew these six were merely illusions, their profound auras and the spiritual light in their eyes made him acutely aware of his own insignificance.

More importantly, these six could not only see them—people from the future—but were actually speaking to them.

The calm smile on Creation Daoist's face instantly vanished, replaced by excitement, panic, and nervousness. Everyone could understand his thoughts because they all shared the same feeling:

These six mighty powers could actually communicate across time itself—their strength was simply unimaginable.

If they could gain even a little guidance, it would benefit them endlessly in the future. Perhaps what they said might even relate to Hongmeng Purple Qi.

But the problem was—they couldn't understand!

They had no idea what this middle-aged daoist was saying!

Not just Creation Daoist—even Golden-Winged Great Peng was scratching his head in anxious frustration.

Seeing their silence, the middle-aged daoist's eyes clearly showed disdain as he stood up and walked toward the palace exit.

"Senior, please wait!"

The Great Elder couldn't help but shout.

But the six acted as if they hadn't heard, completely ignoring him. Even Bailian couldn't help but sigh and shake his head in regret.

Just as everyone was nearing despair, they heard words in their ears—unintelligible speech with strange pronunciation, somewhat awkward and even stumbling.

Turning to look, they saw Shi Nandang had finished his contemplation and stood up from his cushion, speaking to the six who were about to leave.

At the palace entrance, the middle-aged daoist suddenly paused, turning back to look at Zheng Fa.

"He..." The Great Elder's mouth slightly opened, his expression completely incredulous. "He understands? And can speak it?"

Golden-Winged Great Peng and others also stared wide-eyed, watching silently as Zheng Fa walked toward the palace entrance.

Zheng Fa had called out to stop these six, even risking exposure of his knowledge of ancient language, primarily for one reason—Qian Kun Tripod.

The rules of Nine Luminaries Heaven were special—although it had brought them back to the First Era, everything was illusory.

From Zheng Fa's observation, within Purple Heaven Palace, only these six before him and Hongjun Daoist seemed to possess spiritual intelligence. The others truly resembled NPCs, unable to even communicate.

If he wanted information about the spirit materials and magical tools on Qian Kun Tripod, he could only try to interact with these seven.

Even if he couldn't gain major benefits, simply learning about various ancient magical tools and spirit materials would greatly help in analyzing Qian Kun Tripod's usage.

"You can understand?" The middle-aged daoist looked at him with interested eyes. "Why are they so foolish? Can't even understand speech."

"......"

"Never mind. What's your name?"

"Junior disciple Zheng Fa dares to ask—"

"I am Tongtian!" Before Zheng Fa could finish, a seemingly young-looking person beside the middle-aged daoist introduced himself. "He is my second brother Yuanshi, this is my eldest brother Taishang. Outsiders call us the Three Pure Ones."

Yuanshi Daoist seeing Tongtian interrupt showed a speechless expression but said nothing, merely shaking his head as if thinking his third brother too lively.

The only woman among the six smiled cheerfully: "I am Nüwa."

The other two daoists with slightly unusual attire then introduced themselves:

"Jieyin."

"Zhunti."

So it truly was these six saints!

Zheng Fa bowed to each in turn, and Yuanshi Daoist and the others didn't slight him, returning half-bows.

After exchanging names, Tongtian Daoist couldn't help asking: "Are you... from the future?"

"To my knowledge, yes..." Zheng Fa's answer held some hesitation. "But I don't know if what I know is true history."

Simply put, this Purple Heaven Palace, these six—they only existed within Nine Luminaries Heaven, even being mere illusions. Who knew if this was real history or something fabricated by Fusang Wood?

Yuanshi Daoist frowned as if grasping something important: "You mean to say later generations don't know of our deeds?"

"...Yes." Zheng Fa's voice was very low. "Actually, people of later generations don't know your esteemed names."

The expressions of the other five saints slightly changed, seemingly realizing something. They exchanged glances and fell into silence.

Their gazes toward Zheng Fa also changed—if previously somewhat condescending, now they held some solemnity.

"If that's the case, the future has undergone changes we don't understand..." Taishang Daoist said slowly. "Might Fellow Daoist be able to tell us more about future matters?"

"Of course I can."

Taishang thought for a moment, then gently shook his head: "This is our teacher's dao field, not a place for lengthy discussion. We must return to Kunlun to contemplate what we've gained from this lecture. Perhaps we could invite Fellow Daoist to Kunlun for discussion later?"

Zheng Fa bowed in agreement.

Taishang, along with Yuanshi and Tongtian, bowed solemnly to Zheng Fa: "Fellow Daoist, please don't break this appointment."

With these words, the three left Purple Heaven Palace.

Zheng Fa watched them leave when he heard light laughter: "Fellow Daoist Zheng Fa, I'm also quite curious about future matters."

The speaker was Nüwa. Zheng Fa's attitude became even more respectful: "I will speak everything I know without reservation."

Seeing his attitude, Nüwa raised her phoenix eyes, her smile deepening as she nodded: "Then I hope Fellow Daoist won't find me bothersome later."

With these words, she smiled at Zheng Fa and gracefully departed.

Jieyin and Zhunti said similar things, their words implying they wanted to know about the future situation, their attitude toward Zheng Fa actually showing more courtesy.

Creation Daoist and others behind Zheng Fa watched him moving with ease and conversing cheerfully before the six mighty figures, their expressions varied but all thoughtful.

As the lecture ended, Purple Heaven Palace gradually emptied. Zheng Fa and the others flew out from the heavens, returning to Creation Daoist's daoist pavilion.

Everyone silently entered the main hall when the Great Elder impatiently spoke: "Shi Nandang, how do you know this language?"

Zheng Fa looked up to see everyone staring at him intently, actually surrounding him somewhat.

"Learned it by chance."

"Quite the fortunate opportunity." The Great Elder gave a cold laugh. "No wonder you advanced so quickly during the lecture!"

Zheng Fa glanced at him, then looked at Golden-Winged Great Peng and the others.

Golden-Winged Great Peng's eyes filled with cold light, while Gu God and White Bone Demon Ancestor also stared at him.

"What? Should I not have understood?"

"You should." The Great Elder said coldly. "But shouldn't you teach the rest of us?"

Zheng Fa suddenly understood—this was what they all wanted.

His face showed contemplation when Golden-Winged Great Peng spoke: "Creation has always said we're all people of Demon Emperor Your Majesty, no distinction between us. If you truly consider us your own, you should hold nothing back. What do you think?"

Gu God and White Bone Demon Ancestor nodded slightly.

Bailian also showed agreement, pressing his palms together: "This way, we can study the ancient great dao together—truly a beautiful thing."

Zheng Fa looked at him and suddenly asked: "Then why doesn't the master lend us his Bodhi seed?"

Bailian's expression froze, his mouth opening but unable to respond immediately.

"Shi Nandang, are you saying you're unwilling to teach us?"

The Great Elder said coldly.

"If I'm unwilling, what then?"

The eight Nascent Soul cultivators from the Lu Clan seemed to have already decided, holding their innate treasures as they surrounded Zheng Fa.

Creation Daoist spoke now: "Why resort to violence? If anything goes wrong, wouldn't the Hongmeng Purple Qi be lost to everyone?"

"Lost?" The Great Elder gave a cold laugh. "The eight of us already have the lowest cultivation and can't understand the lecture—we never had any chance of obtaining Hongmeng Purple Qi anyway!"

Zheng Fa slightly frowned.

These Lu Clan people seemed ready to smash the jar since it's already cracked.

The problem was, the current situation was truly tricky—he could now understand Hongjun Daoist's lectures and had established some connection with Nüwa and the Three Pure Ones. He might even decipher the spirit materials and treasures on Qian Kun Tripod.

With the Nine Luminaries Heaven illusion present, he could gain considerable benefits.

If these people played the game of mutual destruction, they truly hit his weak spot.

He looked toward the others and saw Golden-Winged Great Peng sneering nearby while the rest watched with amusement.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi is the supreme treasure left behind by our Holy Patriarch." The Great Elder continued. "If our Lu Clan can't obtain it, then no one else should either."