Published: March 9, 2025
“Indeed! Including now, you must keep this secret strictly... even from your brothers; do not let them know. After all, some things are not good to know too much about, and it may even harm them,” the Sword Spirit solemnly warned.
“I understand. Isn't there a saying: ignorance is bliss?”
“The complexity of Nine Heavens Pavilion, the greed of human hearts, and various ghostly trap methods are things that those who have never been there could never imagine. The brighter the brilliance, the more the boundless gloom is revealed. Sometimes, just for a single herb, countless deaths can be triggered; a single spiritual pill can lead to a multitude of battles, and even just an unintentional glance can bring about a disaster; an unconscious word can make you the target of everyone’s arrows…”
“Is Nine Heavens Pavilion really that complicated?” Chu Yang asked curiously. “Isn’t there exceptionally strict discipline or laws there? Don’t the various heavenly emperors impose restraints below?”
“Of course there are restraints… but… you will only know the specifics when you arrive. No matter how I explain it now, it won’t be clear,” the Sword Spirit sighed. “Any high-level dimension is a more complex place. This principle holds true everywhere…”
“If I were to make a simple analogy, it would be like this: in the Lower Three Heavens, those in higher positions compete for power and wealth. In the Middle Three Heavens, they vie for territory; and in the Upper Three Heavens, the focus shifts to resources. In the Lower Three Heavens, as long as you have money and power, you can get things done; in the Middle Three Heavens, if you have strength and influence, you are the boss; and in the Upper Three Heavens? It shifts to power, strength, influence, wealth, resources, and you must also have connections.”
“Otherwise, even if it is given to you, you still cannot keep it.”
“When you reach Nine Heavens Pavilion, if your own strength has not yet reached a certain height, you can only choose to develop quietly. Power, strength, influence, wealth, resources… all of that.”
“The affairs inside are quite troublesome…”
After sighing, the Sword Spirit finished the last sentence, and the materials needed for refining the pill were already collected.
After saying hello to Chu Yang, it began to refine the Ninefold Pill.
Chu Yang sat in the nine calamity space, his gaze flickering as he muttered, “Power… strength… influence… wealth… resources…”
…
In the afternoon.
Chu Yang looked at the ten people gathered in his room: Mo Tianji, Gu Duxing, Ao Xieyun, Xie Danqiong, Ji Mo, Rocky Luo, Dong Wushang, Mo Lei Er, Rui Butong, and Mo Qingwu.
“Boss, why did you gather us here?” Ji Mo asked with a grin. “Is there something delicious?”
“Is there something fun?” Rocky Luo chimed in.
“Is there something to discuss?” Mo Tianji asked.
“Are we going to kill someone?” Gu Duxing inquired.
“Don’t tell me you want me to play dead again; that would be too hard for me…” Rui Butong added.
Chu Yang felt a headache coming on and quickly cut through their banter: “Stop! I called you all for something important.” As he spoke, he took out ten new Ninefold Pills and laid them in the palm of his hand, spinning them around.
A wave of fragrance wafted through the air; just a whiff made one feel refreshed.
Rocky Luo, Ji Mo, and Rui Butong’s nostrils flared, the sounds they made almost turned the narrow space into a vacuum.
It smelled so good! In truth, others also wanted to act like this, but it felt too demeaning to lower themselves to that level!
Those without shame are indeed unparalleled in the world, snatching up benefits just like that!
As for Ji Mo and the others, they had long forgotten what shame was… why would they still care about that…
“What is this?” Gu Duxing asked. “Isn’t this the Ninefold Pill? Why does it feel a bit different from before?”
“This is the Ninefold Pill, but it’s the super version. Taking one can increase your supreme hidden cultivation by a hundred years,” Chu Yang emphasized.