903. Inside a Temple (III)

“How…” Zhang Qing’s legs weakened and he landed on his butt in shock.

Yu Yanwu’s mouth was so wide, one could fit a fist inside.

Chen Wentian rose into the air and flew freely around the secret realm. Where a Spirit Lord Realm cultivator was limited to the ground, a Spirit King could still act like an immortal. Even so, he felt that his Spirit King Realm cultivation had been suppressed to the Spirit Lord Realm. It was a strange and enlightening experience.

Chen Wentian flew around the temple. It was indeed very small. The sky had a height of only several hundred meters. The total area was about three or four square kilometers. Just like the sky, the boundaries on all four sides were made of impassable clouds. They were not exactly firm but it was like charging into a giant wall of cotton. No matter how much he tried, he would be pushed back out.

There was nothing else here, just trees and grass and herbs. All in all, it was quite boring, boring but useful, but not useful for his immediate plans.

When he returned to the ground, he found Zhang Qing and Yu Yanwu both kowtowing. Their attitudes seemed to have changed greatly.

Chen Wentian smiled, “Get up.”

“Yes, my king!”

“Yes, my king!”

They didn’t say anything else but Chen Wentian could guess the burning questions they didn’t dare utter.

He chuckled, “My sword art is quite special. It provides many benefits including a way to forcibly suppress my cultivation. It is not detectable, even by those of the Northern Oligarchs.”

The two men looked at each other and then back at the ground. They had originally treated Chen Wentian as an equal in the same cultivation realm. He had swindled them using various tricks and schemes so in their hearts, they were not satisfied.

Now, that had completely changed. The sheer difference in power was something that left them in awe. Within the lawless central region, strength was the law. Whoever had the biggest fist was in charge.

“My king, I will serve you diligently from now on,” Zhang Qing said with a bow.

“My king, the Yu Clan will follow you from now on!” Yu Yanwu added, also bowing.

Chen Wentian nodded, satisfied at achieving his goals. Bandits respected strength. He revealed his strength so that it could improve Yu Yanwu and Yang Qing’s attitude towards him. Although he still couldn’t count on their complete loyalty, it would be much better than before.

He originally didn’t plan on revealing his true cultivation. He also didn’t dare to in case hidden eyes were watching. But inside this temple of the clouds, it was the perfect opportunity.

“Good, good,” Chen Wentian said with a smile, “With you two, the Million Swords Menace will only grow stronger and stronger. This is the best decision you could have ever made. But remember, my true cultivation will remain a secret. Outside of this temple, I am still a Spirit Lord. To others, I am just an acquaintance. Understand?”

“Yes, my king!”

“Yes, my king!”

After revealing his true cultivation to his subordinates, Chen Wentian’s plans didn’t change too much. This trip to a cloud temple had merely been an interesting diversion. He did not place his hopes on getting lucky and finding some kind of heaven-defying treasure within a temple. Such things were not reliable. What was reliable was his plans and schemes. What was reliable was the Anatta Soul Nirvana Art and his own strength.

His focus was still on gathering bandits to help Long Yifei. Towards this, he once again asked Yu Yanwu and Zhang Qing about the grudges they held against other immortals. There were a few that resided in the region of Cloud Edge City and he ended up choosing one of them as his target.

He understood Yu Yanwu’s warning and he had similar thoughts. If he forcefully recruited more Spirit Lords to his side, people would definitely get suspicious and start to guard against him. Thus, he decided on one more recruitment mission before leaving the Temple of the Clouds, thus avoiding any possible repercussions.

However, before leaving, he had one more goal, to make contact with the Sororal Order of Endless Love in hopes of using them against the Virtuous Order. The two were fire and water. Whenever they met, there would be bloodshed. There was no need for reason.

The Virtuous Order taught their sacred daughters to be wary of the four great eccentricities. But to the Sororal Order, these four eccentricities were in fact their four classics.

The first classic dealt with the ways of dressing oneself to improve beauty. The second classic involved the art of acting and seduction. The third classic delved into all kinds of body modifications. Lastly, there was the fourth classic which was the art of pleasure.

Four classics, four eccentricities, all of it made Chen Wentian’s head spin. Thinking about that crazy Abbotess Liang from the Sororal Order caused him to curse inwardly.

“The Sororal Order? Does my king wish to obtain a sacred daughter of the Sororal Order?” Yu Yanwu asked, “Such a thing is the dream of many. But it is impossible through normal means, even for Spirit King Realm bandits. You would have to kidnap one by force. Perhaps only the bandit overlords at the Spirit Emperor Realm could experience the companionship of a sacred daughter…”

The old immortal looked wistfully at the sky as if imagining a beautiful yet impossible dream.

Chen Wentian didn’t bother telling him that he already had a scared daughter.

“My king,” Zhang Qing said, “I know where you can meet people from the Sororal Order. You will likely not be able to speak to them but at least, you can see them from afar.”

“Where is this?” Chen Wentian asked.

“Yu Yanwu told me that you met with a buyer agent from the Seven Rivers Union and that he invited you to the opening of a new temple. You should go. The Sororal Order will surely be present. It is a big event. All the major powers will surely be present.”

“Oh…” Chen Wentian said, not exactly enthused.

He hadn’t forgotten about that. It was supposedly a rare opportunity for the younger generation since the temple’s entrance limited one’s cultivation to the mortal realms. However, none of his disciples wanted to go so he had disregarded it until now.

Zhang Qing’s idea was sound. The Sororal Order would be there. It was the best opportunity to meet them. But if he didn’t want to bring his disciples…

Chen Wentian smiled as he came up with an interesting idea.

He looked at Zhang Qing like a fox gazing at a henhouse, “How many female bandits do you have?”

“What?”

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