Dao Equaling the Heavens

Chapter 11 - 11 6 Enduring Venerable

11: Chapter 6 Enduring Venerable 11: Chapter 6 Enduring Venerable The atmosphere had become even more peculiar, and even Zhao Feng, who hadn’t thought much of it before, had a strange look on his face.

Were the Yuqing Sect and the Gu family so closely related?

He felt somewhat fortunate that the Emperor had given him complete “ownership transfer procedures” and vaguely understood why, among the myriad fortunes under heaven, the Zhao family, as the rulers of the world, did not possess them all.

Merely this opportunity alone could involve an earthly representative of the Sanqing Taoist Sect, a sacred place within the Daoist community; if they had taken it all, he feared they would have met their end the very next day.

However, it was displeasing that Gu Wen, a mere servant of the Gu family, had received the immortal’s concern again and again.

Yu Hua, the immortal, could comprehend thoughts, but she didn’t care much about it.

Ritual propriety was irrelevant to her, and she needed not to be bound by mundane etiquette—she simply praised based on the facts at hand.

Zhao Feng changed the subject, saying, “In a while, once the Emperor’s decree is issued and I have official status, the large households in Bianjing may well trample over this threshold.

The immortal didn’t come to discuss this matter, so why don’t we wait until Gu Wen arrives and ask about the matter of the water veins?

He manages the Water House and is most knowledgeable.”

Immortals stepping into the world was not simply to meet those who held their tokens, nor to see how the descendants of the Gu family were faring.

Contrarily, the Gu family was a chess piece that the Sanqing Taoist Sect had placed in the mortal realm, only to be replaced by him.

Yu Hua had come into the world for an opportunity related to the Sanqing Taoist Sect, which was said to be a certain treasure planted three thousand years ago.

What exactly that item was, Zhao Feng could not know; opportunities with the immortal sects were the most core secrets.

What he knew at the moment was that Yu Hua wanted to understand the water veins of Bianjing, and the officers in the palace speculated that the Sanqing Taoist Sect might be

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

The donkey tread on the stone slabs, unfazed by the impressive Zhao Feng; he was not worthy of Yu Hua’s notice.

The whisper of the spiritual wind by her ear brought strands of thoughts, and she murmured a self-encouragement.

‘Heaven, when about to place a great responsibility on a man, always first tests his resolution, wears down his muscles and bones, starves his body, deprives his life, disrupts everything he does.

This is to stimulate his mind, toughen his nature, and enhance abilities that are difficult to grasp.’

The reins suddenly tensed, and the donkey stopped and turned its head, its eyes revealing a spirited and irritated look.

Yu Hua instinctively turned back, her gaze under the hat shooting directly at Gu Wen.

She stared at that unremarkable face, neither servile nor overbearing, a humble and modest merchant.

He had caught Yu Hua’s attention.