I Studied Abroad in the Modern Times-Chapter 130Book 2: : Meeting an Online Friend

Vol 2 Chapter 130: Meeting an Online Friend

"You mean to say that the Heartless Demon King is waiting for the Great Sage Qingyun to arrive?"

The square-faced young man answered swiftly.

Or rather, caution itself is often a sign of fearing death.

"After all, the Immortal Sects hold great power. We actually don’t want to be the first to stand out. Right now, the Great Freedom Demonic Sect barely has any manpower left—everything relies on us demons." He spoke honestly. "The Demonic Sect has been urging us for a long time, but the patriarch has been delaying it."

Zheng Fa exchanged glances with Martial Uncle Pang and the others, all nodding slightly.

The alliance between the demon race and the Demonic Sect seemed to have its own layers of intrigue.

"Then why wait for the Great Sage Qingyun?"

"The Nascent Soul Demon Kings are unwilling, but cooperating with the Demonic Sect was the Great Sage’s order," the square-faced young man explained. "On the other hand, after attacking your Jiushan Sect, we also fear retaliation from the Hundred Immortals Alliance… So the Great Sage decided to come in person."

Zheng Fa summarized, "To oversee the battle and hold the line?"

"Yes."

Martial Uncle Pang let out a sigh. "They really think highly of our Jiushan Sect."

There was an unmistakable hint of despair in his tone.

Zheng Fa also felt a heavy weight settle in his heart.

Before, they had assumed that with no Soul Formation cultivators appearing, Jiushan Sect only needed to face a few Nascent Soul-level demon kings.

But now, the Great Sage Qingyun was coming personally…

Among the demon race, the title "Great Sage" was reserved for those beyond the Nascent Soul stage.

In other words, the lowest possible cultivation level for the Great Sage Qingyun was Soul Formation.

No wonder Martial Uncle Pang couldn't hide his despair.

Senior Sister Yuan gently grasped Senior Sister Zhang’s hand, her expression filled with anxiety.

"Then… when do you plan to attack Jiushan Sect?"

The square-faced young man shook his head.

"Hmm?" Martial Uncle Pang was growing impatient, his Nascent Soul aura bearing down on the young man.

"I don’t know." The square-faced young man broke into a cold sweat, hastily explaining, "We’re all waiting for the Great Sage Qingyun, but he has yet to arrive. The patriarch mentioned that every time the Great Sage takes action, he needs a period of preparation."

Zheng Fa was stunned. He glanced at Senior Sister Zhang, and from the look in her eyes, he knew they shared the same thought—there might be something wrong with the state of Soul Formation cultivators in Xuanyi Realm.

"Are you saying you have no idea at all?"

The square-faced young man hesitated before speaking in a low voice, "Before the patriarch left, he instructed me to monitor Thunder Pool Market for the next hundred days and gather intelligence on Jiushan Sect."

"A hundred days…"

The meaning was clear—something major was likely to happen after a hundred days.

Zheng Fa looked at the Golden Crow. According to what the Golden Crow had told him, they had only been here for half a month.

…

Beyond this, the square-faced young man really didn’t seem to know much else.

Zheng Fa didn’t make things difficult for him. He simply ordered someone to take him away and keep him under watch.

"Three months," Martial Uncle Pang suddenly sighed. "And a Soul Formation cultivator will be attacking Jiushan Sect."

"Martial Uncle, can we request reinforcements from the Hundred Immortals Alliance?" Zheng Fa asked directly.

Although the last time they sought help, many of the Hundred Immortals Alliance's Nascent Soul cultivators had proven unreliable, Jiushan Sect was still a member of the alliance.

"I will personally send a message to Master Tongming—no, I’ll go meet him in person!" Martial Uncle Pang nodded solemnly. "Some sects within the Hundred Immortals Alliance cannot be trusted. I have to make the request myself to ensure secrecy."

It was only then that Zheng Fa learned the name of the Hundred Immortals Alliance’s Soul Formation cultivator.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Master Tongming… can he be trusted?"

Right now, he had little faith in the Hundred Immortals Alliance.

Furthermore, there was a traitor within the alliance.

To Zheng Fa, Master Tongming’s stance remained unclear.

"Master Tongming holds great prestige within the Hundred Immortals Alliance, so it’s unlikely that he would collude with the Demonic Sect," Martial Uncle Pang said, frowning. "Besides, if he stands by and allows Jiushan Sect to be destroyed, the Hundred Immortals Alliance will completely fall apart."

Hearing this, everyone nodded lightly.

The Hundred Immortals Alliance had only come together as a mutual defense pact in the first place.

If Master Tongming did nothing to save Jiushan Sect, then the alliance might as well disband.

At this thought, even Senior Sister Zhang seemed relieved.

"As soon as Martial Aunt Huang brings the rest of the disciples, I’ll set off for Tongming Mountain," Martial Uncle Pang said. "Regardless of Master Tongming’s response, I won’t be returning to Thunder Pool. I’ll head straight back to Jiushan Sect."

…

Martial Aunt Huang arrived quickly.

Her expression was grim. Upon entering Five Dragons Palace, she immediately addressed Zheng Fa and the others. "I’ve brought the sect’s elite disciples, but I couldn’t take the families and ordinary disciples. I was afraid of alarming the enemy."

Martial Uncle Pang nodded. "Has Senior Brother Yuan made any arrangements?"

"Senior Brother Yuan said that if disaster truly befalls Jiushan Sect, he will arrange for them to evacuate nearby. At the very least, some of Jiushan Sect’s legacy will be preserved."

The atmosphere in Five Dragons Palace grew heavy.

Although it wasn’t spoken outright, everyone knew—the sect master was making the worst possible preparations.

"Thunder Pool Market doesn’t have enough spiritual energy to sustain so many disciples. It’s better they don’t come." Martial Uncle Pang sighed. "Martial Sister, I leave the market in your hands."

"Martial Brother Pang…" Martial Aunt Huang hesitated before saying, "Senior Brother Yuan told me to tell you not to go back."

"…I’ve never acknowledged that Yuan as our sect master!" Martial Uncle Pang snorted. "Why should I listen to him?"

No one said a word. They all knew that once Martial Uncle Pang made up his mind, no one could change it.

Martial Uncle Pang then turned to Senior Sister Zhang. "I originally thought the chaos in Xuanyi Realm wouldn’t erupt for another few hundred or even a thousand years. I had hoped for a period of peace to strengthen ourselves, but now… Jiushan Sect is already facing a great catastrophe."

"Martial Uncle?"

"From now on, I won’t stand in your way." Martial Uncle Pang suddenly declared.

Senior Sister Zhang nodded lightly.

Zheng Fa understood—this was Martial Uncle Pang’s way of showing deference, uniting Jiushan Sect under a single vision.

"There’s only one thing you must remember."

"Martial Uncle, please speak."

"You must keep him alive." Martial Uncle Pang pointed at Zheng Fa. "As long as he lives, even if Jiushan Sect is down to its last person, there will still be hope for revival."

"I will remember this."

Zheng Fa was about to speak when Martial Uncle Pang waved him off. "Dying is hard, but sometimes living is even harder."

"…"

"Stay alive. I’ll be waiting for the day Jiushan Sect surpasses Tianhe Sect."

"…"

Martial Uncle Pang didn’t say much.

After finishing his instructions, he asked them to leave Five Dragons Palace, saying he needed to have a private talk with his personal disciples.

The palace doors shut tightly behind him, and no one knew what was said inside.

But when Zhou Qianyuan and the others emerged, their eyes were visibly red.

Martial Uncle Pang met no one else after that. Five Dragons Palace rose into the sky and soared into the distance, disappearing under everyone’s silent gazes.

Martial Aunt Huang led the others in constructing new residences, while Zhou Qianyuan quietly sought out Zheng Fa.

"Senior Brother Zheng."

"Did Martial Uncle Pang leave a message for me?" Zheng Fa immediately understood from his expression.

"Yes. Before he left, Master told us to listen to you," Zhou Qianyuan said honestly.

Zheng Fa came to a realization—Martial Uncle Pang had entrusted his entire faction to him.

"He also told me to tell you not to worry about the conflict between the two factions," Zhou Qianyuan said in a low voice. "He said that if he dies for Jiushan Sect, then the disciples from Senior Sister Zhang’s side should have no grievances left."

"…Martial Uncle really thinks too much."

To be honest, under these circumstances, neither Zheng Fa nor Senior Sister Zhang would allow any internal disputes to arise.

Martial Uncle Pang’s concerns…

It could only mean he cared too deeply for his disciples.

Thinking back to everything Martial Uncle Pang said before leaving, every word was either for Jiushan Sect or for his disciples.

Zheng Fa couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Zhou Qianyuan spoke again, "Master also left one more message—something he told me in secret, meant only for you."

Hearing this, Zheng Fa immediately straightened up.

"What is it?"

"He said… if there’s a chance to save him, you should try."

"Huh?"

"Just… if it’s like last time, it’d be best if you could at least give him a heads-up first…"

…

No wonder this had to be said in private.

The Modern World – Nursing Home

Tang Lingwu and the other two were meditating with their eyes closed.

Zheng Fa was already at the early Foundation Establishment stage, nearly reaching mid-stage.

Meanwhile, the spiritual energy in the nursing home grew richer by the day.

This had noticeably accelerated their cultivation.

Tang Lingwu was close to reaching the third level of Qi Refining.

Old Bai wasn’t far from breaking through to the second level.

Even Teacher Tian, the last to start cultivating, was steadily progressing in the first level.

Zheng Fa glanced at the three of them, nodded lightly, and then walked toward the fields.

By now, winter had arrived.

Yet the crops in the fields flourished.

Crouching at the field’s edge, Zheng Fa surveyed the vibrant vegetables—

Bright red tomatoes, deep purple eggplants, lush green leafy greens, and plump melons.

The plants didn’t seem to care about the dropping temperatures at all.

They thrived wildly, making them irresistibly appealing—so much so that the restaurant’s procurement staff had been marveling at them for days.

Despite the scene of abundance before him, Zheng Fa couldn’t shake his worries.

Among the three lightning techniques recorded in the Investiture of the Gods, he had already mastered Heaven’s Tribulation Thunder.

He understood the principles of Cloud Rain Thunder, but his lack of spiritual power and control prevented him from fully utilizing it.

As for Spirit Wood Thunder…

He had a feeling that trying to master it at this stage was unrealistic.

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Even controlling Cloud Rain Thunder was already difficult—Spirit Wood Thunder would be even more challenging.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Lingwu’s voice came from behind him.

She walked up to him and crouched down beside him.

The sunlight illuminated her profile, making her face look especially clear and serene.

"I was just thinking… things are too slow."

Zheng Fa didn’t elaborate, simply sighing and shaking his head.

His cultivation was too slow.

And because of that, his control over the Heavenly Monument Realm was still weak.

If he could fully control the Heavenly Monument Realm, Jiushan Sect’s crisis would already be solved.

Tang Lingwu gave him a puzzled look. "What’s slow?"

"My progress with Spirit Wood Thunder."

Tang Lingwu didn’t quite understand why he was in such a hurry.

Watching him frown so deeply, she pursed her lips, feeling a little frustrated—sometimes, she felt like Zheng Fa wasn’t telling her everything.

Zheng Fa remained lost in thought, still contemplating ways to master the Heavenly Monument Realm faster.

Tang Lingwu, feeling slightly dejected, stood up and glanced around.

She noticed only Teacher Tian was in the courtyard.

Old Bai was suddenly missing.

Even more curious, Teacher Tian’s expression looked even more conflicted than her own.

"Where’s Professor Bai?" she asked softly. "Teacher Tian, what’s wrong?"

"He went to meet an online friend."

"…An online friend?" Tang Lingwu was dumbfounded.

"A same-gender friend he met online…" Teacher Tian gave her a dry look.

"…"

Tang Lingwu stood frozen in place.

For a moment, despite knowing she shouldn't think this way, she suddenly felt like Zheng Fa keeping secrets wasn’t such a big deal after all…

As long as he didn’t turn out like Old Bai, everything was fine!