Chapter 4: Conspiracy Under the Realm

“From today onward, I am your Master. You all know that our Quanzhen Sect follows chivalry, and the rules and precepts of the Dao are even more strict. Starting today, you will first obediently memorize these precepts!”

The next day, Wei Ziqing and Yang Guo were called over by Zhao Zhijing.

He claimed to be teaching them, but it looked more like he was just dealing with Qiu Chuji’s orders, just as it was in the original story.

Zhao Zhijing made things difficult for Yang Guo in every possible way. Far from teaching him martial arts, he even looked for countless opportunities to punish him.

Wei Ziqing fared slightly better. Although Zhao Zhijing did not use the guise of guidance to harass him, he was truly hated by Zhao Zhijing because of Guo Jing!

Just like Yang Guo, he was thrown a copy of the rules and precepts and the introductory heart law of the Quanzhen Sect, and then was ignored completely!

Wei Ziqing smiled silently. Everyone said Zhao Zhijing was narrow-minded, but he really had not expected this man to be so narrow-minded to this extent.

“Laugh, laugh, you’re still laughing! That smelly Daoist obviously couldn’t beat my Uncle Guo, so he’s taking his anger out on us. We came here to learn, but he doesn’t teach us anything at all, and you can still laugh!”

At this moment, although Yang Guo was only fifteen years old, his mind was not weak. He immediately saw the key point and complained angrily to Wei Ziqing. He truly did not understand how Wei Ziqing could laugh!

Was he not here to learn martial arts as well?

“What else should I do? Should I start a fight with him? When one is under someone else’s roof, one must bow their head. The more you make a scene, the more you will only suffer in the end!”

Wei Ziqing gave Yang Guo a heartless glance. The boy was smart, but he was still just a child; there were some things he could not yet see through.

However, truthfully, it was impossible for Wei Ziqing not to be angry.

It was just that his goal was not the martial arts of Chongyang Palace. Learning them would be beneficial, but not learning them would not make much of a difference.

“Suffer? I, Yang Guo, will not suffer such things!” Hearing this, Yang Guo sat in his seat angrily and crossed his arms in frustration, but his eyes kept darting around, clearly plotting something!

Wei Ziqing understood Yang Guo’s little schemes perfectly, but he had no time to pay attention to him and was instead thinking about his own plan.

“Now that I have entered Chongyang Palace, I must start preparing for the Nine Yin Manual!”

“The Living Dead Tomb in the back mountain is a Forbidden Grounds of the Quanzhen Sect. It is not simple to get in! It seems I need to find an opportunity to go in for a visit!”

Regarding the location of the Nine Yin Manual, Wei Ziqing only remembered it was beneath a pool of water. As for where that pool was, he truly did not know. Now, the more important thing was to find a legitimate excuse to sneak out of Chongyang Palace!

Days passed, and it had been nearly a week since he arrived at Chongyang Palace.

During this time, Yang Guo truly lived up to his reputation as a little brat; he really made the entire Quanzhen Sect feel like a chaotic mess.

However, while he had his fun causing trouble, he also received quite a few lessons.

Because of Yang Guo’s mischief, Wei Ziqing faced fewer difficulties from Zhao Zhijing. Over these days, Wei Ziqing had gained a decent understanding of the realms of martial arts in the Divine Condor World.

In the Wulin, experts were divided into five levels.

Third-Rate Expert.

Second-Rate Expert.

First-Rate Expert.

Peak Expert.

Postnatal Expert.

Within the Quanzhen Sect, the strongest were people like Qiu Chuji, who were already at the level of First-Rate Expert. As for someone like Guo Jing, he was a Peak Expert!

Postnatal Experts were extremely rare. Even people like the Master of Peach Blossom Island, Huang Laoxie, and Hong Qigong were only at the level of Peak Expert!

There had been one known Postnatal Expert, the Central Divine Wang Chongyang, but unfortunately, he was already dead, so he was as good as gone!

Of course, the Postnatal Expert was not the peak. According to legends, there were experts of the Innate Realm, but no one had ever reached that level!

“No one, as in no one, but I know there was one person who reached this Innate Realm!” Wei Ziqing’s gaze became somewhat mysterious.

Dugu Qiubai!

He traveled the Jianghu for over thirty years, killing all his enemies and defeating all the heroes. There was no one left in the world who could oppose him. Helplessly, he sought an opponent his entire life but could not find one; it was truly a lonely and unbearable existence.

Only a Xiantian Expert would likely have the boldness to say such things!

However, very quickly, Wei Ziqing’s face became somewhat depressed.

It had been nearly a week since he came to Chongyang, and he simply could not find an opportunity to leave. This jerk watched them like they were prisoners; how was he supposed to go out and search for the Nine Yin Manual?

“No wonder Yang Guo is so dissatisfied. To be stuck with rules, precepts, and Quanzhen heart law formulas all day long, anyone would be dissatisfied!”

Wei Ziqing wondered if entering Chongyang Palace had been the right choice.

As if hearing Wei Ziqing’s complaints, the next day, Lu Qingdu approached Wei Ziqing and said that Zhao Zhijing had something to discuss with him.

…

“Master, you looked for me?” Although he disliked Zhao Zhijing’s personality, he still had to maintain appearances, so Wei Ziqing could only pretend to be respectful.

“Ziqing, do you know why your Master looked for you today?” Zhao Zhijing sat in his chair, looking relaxed, and glanced indifferently at Wei Ziqing, appearing somewhat like a high-level expert.

“This disciple does not know!”

“You are different from the other fellow disciples. You are already twenty, and you have long since missed the best opportunity to practice martial arts. Your Master has been very worried about your situation lately!”

Hearing Zhao Zhijing’s words, Wei Ziqing could not help but shudder. Would Zhao Zhijing be so kind? He did not believe it!

However, he still pretended to look very touched: “This disciple feels ashamed!”

“It is good that you know. Then my worry was not in vain!” Zhao Zhijing nodded, then said earnestly, “The Scripture Library of my sect has always been neglected. I called you here today for this reason; I want you to organize the Scripture Library.”

“What? Organize the Scripture Library?”

“That’s right, the Scripture Library. It contains countless years of Daoist scriptures and meanings of my sect. Perhaps there is a solution to your aptitude problem there. This is an opportunity I have secured for you!”

At this point, Zhao Zhijing’s eyes narrowed, and his tone became dissatisfied: “What, you are unwilling?”

Damn it!

Who would be willing!

He had been wondering why Zhao Zhijing had not made things difficult for him lately; it turned out he was planning this move. By casting him into the Scripture Library, he was directly cutting off his path to practicing martial arts!

One must know that organizing the Scripture Library meant falling into the status of a Menial Disciple, and Menial Disciples were not qualified to learn martial arts!

“This disciple is willing!” Wei Ziqing gritted his teeth and spoke word by word. If Zhao Zhijing were not a Second-Rate Expert, he really wished he could kick him across the room.

“Very good, as long as you are willing!” A look of satisfaction flashed in Zhao Zhijing’s eyes. Yang Guo was Guo Jing’s nephew, so he couldn’t touch him, but could he not deal with a Wei Ziqing?

Blame it on the fact that you were recommended by Guo Jing!

Wei Ziqing suppressed his anger and turned to leave, but just as he was about to step out of the room, Zhao Zhijing spoke again: “By the way, I have also arranged some chores for you in the kitchen. The daily task of going down the mountain to buy ingredients will be handled by you. You must work hard and not waste your Master’s kind intentions!”

Down the mountain?

Hearing this, Wei Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and then he was suddenly overjoyed in his heart.

He had been unable to find a chance to go down the mountain; he hadn’t expected Zhao Zhijing to hand it to him on a silver platter! Did that not mean he had the opportunity to secretly sneak away and search for the Nine Yin Manual?

Thinking of this, he suppressed his great joy and pretended to be devastated and low, saying, “This disciple understands!”