assistirfilmes Book 2: Chapter 69: Results
Book 2: Chapter 69: Results
Vol 2 Chapter 69 – Results
The new market district was established in no time.
By the third day after their arrival at Thunder Pool, Zheng Fa and Uncle Pang had already selected the location.
It was a small mountain, once the site of Changchun Sect’s headquarters. Now, however, it was an unclaimed land.
The reason for choosing this place was simple—it still retained traces of a spiritual vein.
Though Great Freedom Demonic Sect had destroyed Changchun Sect’s spiritual veins, this particular offshoot had survived, likely because its weak spiritual energy made it unnoticeable.
It wasn’t strong enough for cultivation.
But it was more than enough to power illusion formations—ensuring that mortals wouldn’t accidentally stumble into the market district.
Once the location was set, the construction process was straightforward.
Within two days, a brand-new market district had risen.
The new market layout was fan-shaped, with a theater at its center—this had been insisted upon by Jiushan Sect disciples working outside the sect.
The inner three layers were shops, mostly rented to sects from the Hundred Immortals Alliance.
Beyond that, the outer circle was reserved for individual cultivators and rogue cultivators to set up their stalls.
The moment the market opened, sect representatives and disciples arrived to inquire about rental fees.
Within three days, all the inner-circle stores were sold out, and the stalls were nearly gone as well.
"How much does Thunder Pool Market make per month?"
Uncle Pang asked, watching Zheng Fa go over the account ledger.
Though officially named Thunder Pool Market, it was a natural name that had simply stuck.
"Just from rent, about three thousand spirit stones per month."
Zheng Fa estimated.
"That much more than Jiushan Sect’s own market?"
Uncle Pang knew that Jiushan Sect’s market district only made around a thousand spirit stones per month—including both rent and taxes.
"It can be even more."
Zheng Fa glanced outside the market, where streaks of light from incoming cultivators never seemed to stop. He spoke with confidence.
Uncle Pang also took a glance and clicked his tongue. "If I could just lie here and collect spirit stones, I wouldn’t even want to go into Thunder Pool." ȓаNȯbΕş
"Uncle, you’re entering Thunder Pool? For the Heavenly Stele?"
Zheng Fa was a bit surprised.
"What kind of look is that? Everyone here came for the Heavenly Stele—why can’t I have ambitions too?"
"I meant, Thunder Pool suppresses high-level cultivators—it’s risky for you."
Zheng Fa explained.
"It is," Uncle Pang admitted, a bit helplessly. "But it’s still the Heavenly Stele."
"..."
"You think these people don’t know how dangerous Thunder Pool is?" Uncle Pang pointed to the cultivators in the sky. "You think they don’t realize that even if they see the Heavenly Stele, they might not gain anything?"
"..."
"Cultivators are both the most cautious and the most reckless people." Uncle Pang said simply. Then, as if remembering something, he became more serious. "Also—don’t underestimate cultivators stronger than you just because Thunder Pool suppresses their cultivation."
"Why do you say that, Uncle?"
"Even if they can’t use their full cultivation, they still have artifacts, puppets, and other means—and for someone at your level, that’s enough to be fatal."
"I understand."
Zheng Fa’s heart tightened. He hadn’t considered this before.
"Don’t worry. Using those methods in Thunder Pool isn’t easy either. Just don’t push people to their limits."
"...Uncle, I’m always polite and friendly with others!"
"You saying that means you’ve truly inherited my teachings!"
Uncle Pang nodded, looking very pleased.
...
As more and more people arrived at the market, one particularly striking figure appeared.
It was dusk, and Zheng Fa was patrolling the market district with Senior Brother Yang and a few others, looking for ways to improve the layout.
Suddenly, a sword’s cry echoed from the sky.
They looked up.
A streak of sword energy split the sky in two, slashing straight down at the market entrance.
When the sword light dissipated, it revealed a young cultivator in his twenties.
What surprised Zheng Fa was that this man’s attire was unusual—he wore a celestial coronet and crane cloak, a style not popular in today’s Xuanyi Realm.
Before Zheng Fa could speak, Senior Brother Yang remarked, "Isn’t that a Tianhe Sect disciple?"
Modern Day – Nursing Home
However, that didn’t mean spell techniques were completely obsolete—every major sect still preserved their spellcasting traditions.
For one, many talismans were based on spell techniques.
For another, spell techniques served as a safeguard against the eventual depletion of spiritual materials—when resources ran dry, cultivators would inevitably resort to direct spellcasting.
The nursing home faced a similar problem—it was naturally deprived of spiritual energy.
Thus, Zheng Fa had scoured the Scripture Pavilion, eventually finding a few practical spell techniques for Old Man Bai and Tang Lingwu.
Spiritual Eye Technique was essentially a spell version of the Spiritual Eye Talisman.
The first time Zheng Fa had seen floating talisman diagrams, it had been because Senior Sister Zhang placed a Spiritual Eye Talisman on him.
He wanted Old Man Bai and Tang Lingwu to learn this spell so they could observe talisman patterns and potentially make new discoveries.
"Spiritual Eye Technique..." Old Man Bai ran his fingers over the book, clearly intrigued. "If I master this, how many layers can I see—"
"...Layers?"
"You know, like how many layers I can see through?"
Tang Lingwu suddenly took two steps back, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Wait, I haven’t even learned it yet! Why are you guarding against me? Guard against Zheng Fa—he’s definitely learned it!"
Tang Lingwu hesitated for a moment, then took a few more steps away from Zheng Fa.
"I haven’t learned it," Zheng Fa said flatly.
Tang Lingwu let out a relieved sigh.
"Spiritual Eye Technique only reveals spiritual energy," Zheng Fa explained.
"Not actual see-through vision?"
"No."
Old Man Bai clicked his tongue, clearly disappointed. The excitement in his expression faded. "What’s the point, then? You cultivators are surprisingly considerate about privacy."
Tang Lingwu, on the other hand, looked pleased—even a little shy as she took a few steps closer to Zheng Fa again.
Zheng Fa suddenly thought about his own Void-Seeking Spirit Eyes and the secret techniques he had learned from Uncle Pang.
For some reason, his face heated up slightly...
...
With no other choice, Old Man Bai and Tang Lingwu begrudgingly sat down to practice the spell technique.
Suddenly, Zheng Fa’s phone—which was placed on a distant table—rang.
He opened his eyes and slowly closed the book on Lingshan Method.
Tang Lingwu and Old Man Bai were forced to pause their cultivation as well.
Zheng Fa picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID.
"Old Chen?"
Zheng Fa raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was calling.
"Mr. Chen?"
"Hello? Zheng Fa, have you checked your results yet?!"
"No."
Zheng Fa suddenly remembered—today was the day high school entrance exam results were released.
He had almost forgotten.
"You haven’t checked?!" Mr. Chen sounded shocked at first, but his tone quickly shifted to barely contained excitement. "Never mind! You don’t need to! I already know!"
"Hmm."
Zheng Fa waited for Mr. Chen to continue.
...
Qingshui High School – Teacher’s Office
Mr. Chen stood in the staff office, gripping his phone with excitement.
He wasn’t alone—there were two school administrators and two officials from the education department present as well.
"You got the city’s..."
He almost blurted out the word "top scorer", but caught himself.
In recent years, new regulations prohibited schools from publicly announcing rankings—especially top scorers.
Saying it privately was one thing.
But now, in front of officials, Mr. Chen knew he had to be careful.
...
Meanwhile, on the phone, Zheng Fa listened to Mr. Chen stammer for a while before finally saying:
"Your results... I can’t even bring myself to say it!"
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