Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 993 - 483: Guan Tianqi’s Path of Cultivation, Friends Everywhere_2

"Maybe the Fellow Daoists in the forum can assist me with my present predicament."

This idea struck Guan Tianqi right away. When troubles mount, reaching out to fellow cultivators becomes essential, as he was convinced that generous souls would surely lend him a hand.

With that in mind, he swiftly composed a plea for help on the forum, detailing his troubles and yearning for the Fellow Daoists who saw it to extend their aid.

Oddly enough.

Though countless pleas for assistance flood the forum daily, few draw much notice without some incentive attached.

Yet Guan Tianqi's message, the moment it went live, swiftly drew the gaze of numerous viewers.

"So you're a human cultivator hailing from the Spirit Ruins Secret Realm? That's truly uncommon."

"In such circumstances, securing a legitimate status might prove quite challenging."

"During normal periods, the Government could well permit your entry and grant you official recognition."

"However, amid the current war against demons, the Government remains highly wary of any rogue human cultivators."

"They worry you could be corrupted by demons or even serve as their infiltrator."

"Still, the Great Xuan Dynasty spans immense territories, including certain unruly cities."

"If your goal is to acquire cultivation resources, you needn't head to the formal cities; those shadowy black market hubs can suffice, albeit they're chaotic spots brimming with peril."

Mo Huma responded.

He reckoned the fellow didn't truly require any official status, since for cultivation pursuits, the world offers boundless options anywhere one ventures.

"That's fine in theory, but why risk becoming an outlaw when a proper identity is within reach?"

"I believe you ought to disclose your origins and history outright."

"Be forthright with the Government."

"Once they've conducted their checks, they'll undoubtedly bestow upon you a valid identity."

"Concealing details might only spark needless suspicions."

Another Daoist chimed in.

Evidently, he belonged to the Great Xuan Dynasty's Government and held unwavering faith in its integrity.

"Heh, ignore that naive advice."

"Fellow Guan hails from the Spirit Ruins Secret Realm, utterly without influence in the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"As the saying goes, officials speak with forked tongues; who knows what headaches they'll cause you."

"While decent officers pose no threat, stumbling upon crooked ones could leave you stripped clean—never entrust your fate to strangers' mercy."

Yet another Daoist interjected.

Without question, he harbored deep distrust toward the Great Xuan Dynasty's Government.

Likely stemming from his humble origins, bereft of strong support.

The bureaucrats he'd encountered were mostly venal sorts who stirred only for bribes.

Once compensated, they descended like ravenous beasts, eager to consume you whole.

He hoped this Fellow Daoist wouldn't suffer such a fate.

"No need to overthink it."

"I possess a token from the Great Xuan Dynasty's Hidden Guard."

"Refine this token, and you'll join the Dynasty's Hidden Guard ranks."

"As a Hidden Guard member, no official dares probe your background, regardless of your Spirit Ruins Secret Realm ties."

"Yet this demands your service to the Hidden Guard and the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"Are you agreeable?"

Ye Linglong posted this, puzzled by her own surge of benevolence.

But reading the post stirred an innate sense that allying with this person could yield tremendous gains for her, prompting the offer effortlessly.

As a Princess of the Great Xuan Dynasty, snagging Hidden Guard tokens was a trivial matter.

In exchange, though, the recipient would fall under her directive, his movements tracked by her.

"Such an expedient path exists?"

"Naturally, I'm eager to accept."

"Serving the Great Xuan Dynasty would be my privilege."

Guan Tianqi breathed a sigh of relief, marveling at the warmth of the Mixed Yuan Conference members. He hadn't anticipated that a simple query would rally so many Fellow Daoists to his cause with such zeal.

What's more, they promptly devised a resolution for him—verily, the Mixed Yuan Conference stands as a grand kin.

Concurrently, he harbored no reluctance toward aligning with the Great Xuan Dynasty.

Having roamed as a Loose Cultivator for ages, he grasped a vital truth: beneath a mighty tree, shade abounds.

Solitary paths seldom end well.

Back in Profound Abyss City, he'd yearned to enlist, yet they spurned his overtures.

Even offerings of bribes failed to sway them.

Circumstances had shifted now; gaining entry into the Great Xuan Dynasty's Government equated to feasting from the communal trough, right?

Abruptly shielded by humanity's paramount force.

No finer launchpad could exist.

"Excellent, you're under my wing henceforth."

Ye Linglong's satisfaction bloomed upon reading his response.

After all, any cultivator bearing a Life Chart qualifies as a prodigy, even with a Lower Grade one.

Enlisting such talents under her banner promised immense advantages.

Regrettably, she'd only swayed a handful of Life Plate Cultivators thus far.

For these practitioners brim with pride and won't bow lightly to another.

Undeterred, she embraced it as a thrilling trial.

Convinced that in due course, they'd acknowledge her supremacy and yield.

This marked her inaugural stride toward claiming the Empress throne of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

"Is this the prowess of the Immortal Destiny tied to reciprocal favor?"

"It effortlessly draws affection from fellow cultivators."

"Even compelling them to offer aid without hesitation."

"Yet accepting such aid incurs a karmic obligation."

"Repaying it is essential to balance the karma."

"Naturally, fulfilling karma holds no downside; it's the essence of the reciprocal favor Destiny's cultivation path."

"Thus, I must engage with more cultivators, shunning isolation and stepping boldly into the fray."

Guan Tianqi balled his fists tightly.

He grew ever more attuned to wielding the Immortal Destiny upon him, particularly since that cryptic elder had awakened it, unleashing its full might.

Yet he perceived that harnessing this Destiny demanded more nuance than he'd first supposed.

He might accrue debts of thanks to others, just as they could owe him the same.

This implied he could extend favors deliberately.

Should recipients take his aid yet shirk repayment, calamity would surely befall them—perhaps costing life, years, or even destiny itself.

Therefore, enlisting with the Government proved a shrewd decision.

It would open doors to countless cultivators.

His journey of cultivation would unfold within the Great Xuan Dynasty's Government.

Someday, he'd venture back to the Ice Prison, unveiling his might to those Noble Families.

...

On the other side.

"What is this location?"

Right then, Jiang Fan fluttered his eyes open, peering around with keen curiosity.

He discerned that enigmatic Void Power had whisked him here, rendering resistance futile, yet no destiny alerts had surfaced, confirming no peril lurked.

Had danger loomed, the warnings would have steered him elsewhere, not deposited him in this spot.

Surveying his environs, he was stunned to confront a enigmatic palace.

The palace's inner expanse dominated with a profound blackness, from its towering vaults and expansive grounds to its sturdy pillars, all seemingly forged from solidified obsidian, their surfaces smooth yet light-devouring, casting a grave gloom that pressed upon the soul.

Along the borders of walls, pillars, and ceilings gleamed arcane, inscrutable runes. These markings pulsed with vitality against the ebony canvas, emitting subtle dark golden flickers like stars strewn across the nocturnal heavens.

Staring deeply, one could see the glows drifting languidly, as though alive, each pulse whispering primordial secrets, elusive to grasp, yet evoking boundless enigmas, as if cradling the profoundest cosmic verities.

Before Jiang Fan could fully grasp his new surroundings, a venerable voice echoed profoundly in his mind: "Ninth Grade Prison Guard, welcome to the Immortal Prison Hall."