I Studied Abroad in the Modern Times-Chapter 486Book 2: : Hidden Agendas

Vol 2 Chapter 486: Hidden Agendas

Eight Nascent Soul cultivators from the Lu Clan surrounded Zheng Fa, while Creation Daoist and the others stood to the side, remaining completely silent.

Everyone was watching his expression, seemingly waiting for him to yield.

Zheng Fa looked around but was met with nothing but cold stares. He knew these people all wanted to learn the ancient language to compete for the Hongmeng Purple Qi, yet he still shook his head: "I cannot teach it to you."

The Great Elder of the Lu Clan's eyes turned cold, a golden arrow materializing on his longbow, pointed directly at Zheng Fa.

Intense heat washed over him, but Zheng Fa stood his ground. The Creation Jade transformed into the appearance of the Sun-Shooting Bow, his right hand drawing the string, aiming directly back at the elder.

The hall's lanterns flickered wildly as the temperature soared.

"Do you truly wish for mutual destruction?" the Great Elder of the Lu Clan shouted.

"You're the ones choosing mutual destruction," Zheng Fa's tone grew even colder, his expression showing unyielding defiance against the threat.

His complete refusal to back down seemed to put the Great Elder of the Lu Clan in an awkward position.

Zheng Fa pressed his advantage, shouting: "Everyone entered the Nine Luminaries Heaven—some with higher cultivation, some with rare treasures. We each rely on our own methods. What schemes are you all plotting? Do you think I, Shi Nandang, can't see through them?"

Creation Daoist and the others exchanged glances while looking at Zheng Fa's upright figure, yet still remained silent.

Zheng Fa let out a cold laugh and, completely disregarding the consequences, poured spiritual energy into the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow. The bow began to shimmer with dazzling light, a golden stream of fire about to be released from the string.

"Enough!" Creation Daoist finally spoke, waving his right hand. His horsetail whisk traced an arc through the air, coming to rest on Zheng Fa's Sun-Shooting Bow. He looked at Zheng Fa with a strained smile and advised, "Fellow Daoist Shi, why so impulsive? If you're unwilling, we naturally won't press you aggressively. Why damage our harmony?"

Hearing this, everyone else visibly relaxed.

Gu God looked at Zheng Fa, her expression clearly conveying three words—are you crazy?

Zheng Fa secretly mocked them in his heart. These people had remained silent earlier, wanting to pressure him, but when he truly threatened to overturn the table, they didn't dare follow through—especially... Creation Daoist.

Zheng Fa had a general understanding of what the Hongmeng Purple Qi was. Others might not know, but Creation Daoist might be different—this person knew too much.

Therefore, if he didn't teach them the ancient language, they might lose their chance to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi. But if he fought seriously with these eight Lu Clan members and destroyed the Nine Luminaries Heaven illusion, they would absolutely miss their opportunity for the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

He refused to believe that the Three Demon Ancestors of Creation, who had hidden in the Nine Luminaries Heaven for an epoch and waited all these years, would allow this illusion to be destroyed.

Sure enough, Creation Daoist couldn't hold back.

The Great Elder of the Lu Clan still wanted to speak, but Creation Daoist snorted: "Fellow Daoist Shi speaks well—we each rely on our own methods."

"But..."

"I accepted Fellow Daoist Lu Mo's request to wait here in the Nine Luminaries Heaven all these years," Creation Daoist said quietly. "I don't care who obtains the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but whoever causes the Hongmeng Purple Qi to escape, preventing Fellow Daoist Lu Mo from obtaining this treasure..." 𝘙𝘢Ν𝔬BÊs

Before he finished speaking, the horsetail whisk in his hand suddenly expanded a hundredfold. Thousands of whisk strands transformed into countless thick white pythons, hissing at Zheng Fa and the others.

Light from outside the door streamed in, casting Creation Daoist's shadow across the floor—a shadow that covered half the hall. Within this shadow lurked a darkness that seemed ready to devour anyone, chilling people to their bones.

Cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of Zheng Fa and the three others, their lips turning pale, yet no one dared to speak.

Zheng Fa felt like that shadow was specifically opening its maw toward him.

The terror seemed to flash by in an instant. The scene before his eyes blurred, and once again only Creation Daoist's kindly smiling face remained: "As I said, we're all family here. Fellow Daoist Shi's understanding of this place's language is greatly beneficial to us all. If we can use this to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi in the future, it would be a great achievement. You've all listened to the Dao for many days now—you must be tired."

"Qingfeng, Mingyue!"

"Master."

Two young Daoist attendants entered the hall. Creation Daoist instructed: "Take our honored guests to their guest rooms. Make sure not to neglect them."

"Yes!"

Qingfeng and Mingyue showed some discernment, seemingly able to tell who had deep conflicts with whom and who had subtle connections with others.

Qingfeng first led Gu God, the eight Lu Clan members, and White Bone Demon Ancestor away.

Meanwhile, Mingyue walked up to Zheng Fa, then looked at Bailian Monk and Golden-Winged Great Peng, smiling as she asked: "Three honored guests, please follow me."

Bailian and Golden-Winged Great Peng exchanged glances before following Mingyue out, with Zheng Fa trailing behind them.

Along the way, the four spoke little. Only Bailian softly chanted Buddhist prayers, while Golden-Winged Great Peng kept glancing at Zheng Fa from the corner of his eye.

When they reached a guest courtyard, Mingyue stopped first, pointing inside and saying: "Master says this quiet place is perfect for Holy Monk Bailian to meditate and practice Chan."

Bailian Monk glanced inside and nodded with a smile: "This place is indeed excellent. Thank Creation Benefactor."

Zheng Fa looked around—the place truly had ancient trees reaching toward the clouds, and the courtyard seemed to emit the fragrance of sandalwood.

Mingyue then settled Golden-Winged Great Peng in a separate courtyard near the mountain peak before taking Zheng Fa on a long walk through a small path until they reached an extremely secluded small courtyard.

"Master Shi, Master says you should stay here."

Zheng Fa looked at the deep, secluded courtyard surrounded by imposing ancient trees and nodded slightly. Then he heard Mingyue suddenly say: "Master asked me to remind you—today you offended many people. In the days to come, you'd best remain within the Daoist pavilion and not venture out easily."

Zheng Fa couldn't help but look at Mingyue. This young girl had red lips and white teeth, still showing obvious baby fat on her face. Her expression as she looked at him still held some naive cheerfulness.

"If you leave this Daoist pavilion, Master... might not necessarily be able to protect you."

Her tone of voice didn't sound like a child's at all, instead carrying some deeply hidden malice.

Zheng Fa looked at Mingyue, questions unspoken in his mind:

Is this a warning not to go out, or an order not to leave?

Is it that he can't protect me, or that... he will also make a move against me?

Looking at the paradoxical glint in Mingyue's pure and innocent eyes, Zheng Fa turned his head and glanced behind him. After a long silence, he finally showed a smile and replied: "I understand."

Hearing Zheng Fa's response, Mingyue happily nodded her head, her expression saying "you're being good." She skipped cheerfully toward the gate, muttering as she went: "Just stay in the Five Organs Pavilion, and you'll definitely be safe."

"What pavilion?" Zheng Fa paused, pressing for details.

"Five Organs, Five Organs Pavilion. The five organs from the five viscera and six bowels." Mingyue stood at the end of the path, turning back to answer seriously, as if teaching Zheng Fa how to read.

The green shadows of leaves fell across her face, casting a greenish glow over her eyes as she looked at Zheng Fa—like a starving young wolf.

Zheng Fa watched Mingyue leave, then looked up toward the sky. The trees of the Five Organs Pavilion reached high into the clouds.

The branches and leaves stretched out horizontally, forming a cage that fragmented the sky into broken pieces.