I’m Actually a Cultivation Bigshot Chapter 175
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Chapter 175: I Really Have to Go
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Grandpa!” Gu Changqing shouted and covered the painting. However, he was too late. The figure had already faded.
This…
Everyone looked at the empty spot dumbfoundedly with wide eyes.
Gu Changqing bafflingly looked at his painting scroll, then looked at the spot where his grandpa once was. He inhaled deeply and was in awe.
The expert was truly an expert. He had just unscrolled the painting halfway but it disabled the Immortal figure. How powerful!
He hurriedly put away the painting scroll and said, “Alright, let’s try to summon him again.”
They repeated the steps—they bowed, spat blood, lit the incense sticks, and summoned him.
Gu Changqing was slightly pale as he had spat out a huge amount of pure blood. He needed decades of cultivation to make up for that.
The cost of summoning an Immortal was not cheap.
Buzz!
Spiritual Qi rose and the figure appeared again.
He glanced at the painting scroll that Gu Changqing was holding. He looked terrified.
The Insights in the painting were too powerful. His illusionary figure could not handle it. His real self might not be able to handle it either. He would bow and worship the painting.
This painting would be deemed as a treasure in the Above Immortal Realm.
Was there a Saint living in the Immortal Realm?
The Immortal was shocked. At the same time, he was blushing from embarrassment.
He was so cocky in front of his grandson only to be proven wrong in the next instance. It was not a good look!
He wanted to show them how cool it was being an Immortal. But in the end, it was all for nothing.
Sigh, life was hard.
“Incredible, astounding!” he exclaimed while brushing his beard. He tried to look calm and cool to maintain his Immortal image.
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He said softly, “You’re all not at that level yet, so maybe you don’t feel it but this painting doesn’t just contain Insights, it’s… possessed! I didn’t see the whole painting, but from what I can tell, it absolutely contains Spiritual Insights. In other words, this painting…it’s alive!”
“A—alive?”
Gu Changqing and the others gasped and stared at the painting. They felt their skin crawl and their hairs stood on ends. They were extremely horrified.
“Don’t be scared. It may be alive, but since the expert gave it to you, it means that it won’t harm you. Otherwise… I’m afraid Azure Ville will no longer be here.”
The figure smiled lightly and continued to ask, “Oh, right. What’s in the painting?”
Gu Changqing hurriedly answered, “Grandpa, the painting is of a three-legged crow. We never heard of it before, but the expert said it was a Three-legged Golden Crow.”
“What? A three-legged crow?!”
The figure trembled hard again. It seemed to be in shock. It looked like it might fade away anytime. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” said Gu Changqing. He tried to open the painting scroll again. “If you don’t believe it, I’ll show you.”
“No, stop it!” the figure scolded. “You want me to fade away?!”
Gu Changqing looked awkward and immediately stopped.
“So, the three-legged crow is named the Three-legged Golden Crow? In the Above Immortal Realm, that’s a creature that only exists in the eldritch secret borders! What if it actually survived until this day?” mumbled the figure. He looked horrified. “No, this is too important. I have to report it to the Sect Master as soon as possible!”
He looked at Gu Changqing and said in a serious tone, “This person is extremely powerful. I’d describe it as groundbreaking. Never offend him, got it?”
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Gu Changqing nodded understandingly and said, “Don’t worry, grandpa. We know. We’ll try our best to please him.”
“Trying your best to please him isn’t good enough! It’s a blessing to be able to meet an expert like that! It’s a breakthrough! Do you know why I’m living well in the Above Immortal Realm? Because I have the help of the first Azure Ville Lord. Competition is tough. I only have a good life because I made good connections! Remember. Good connections are slightly more important than working hard in cultivation, got it?”
The figure continued to nag, “A person like that must have a lot of pleasers around him. We have to do something to stand out!”
Gu Changqing and the others were looking at the figure with their mouths slightly opened.
They suddenly felt like they were no different from an Immortal. Immortals could be kiss-ups, too. In fact, they were expert bootlickers because of tougher competition.
Gu Changqing respectfully said, “Yes, grandpa, Changqing understands.”
The figure looked like he was proud of his grandson. He said, “Since the expert gave you something, did he ask you to do anything?”
“Great… Great-grandpa,” said Gu Ziyao nervously. “The expert seems to want a flying demon.”
“Really? This is important information!” The figure was instantly intrigued. “This is an opportunity for us! How rare!”
Gu Changqing said, “Grandpa, I thought so, too, but I can’t seem to figure out what demon to give him.”
The figure laughed and said, “We can’t just give him something. It has to be an Immortal Beast at least. It’s expected that you won’t be able to find one in the Immortal Realm, but I can get you one from the Above Immortal Realm. Let me pick one out and send it to you.”
Everyone looked shocked.
Gu Changqing said in a surprised tone, “Grandpa, you can get us an Immortal Beast?”
The figure laughed proudly. “Ha, what’s so rare about that? It’s just an Immortal Beast, it’s no big deal to me.
“Alright, summon me again tomorrow. I’ll give you an Immortal Beast. I’m leaving now!”
Gu Changqing and the others all said, “Goodbye, ancestor.”
However, just when the figure started to fade away, it came back again to say, “Oh, the painting is extremely valuable. Keep it safe!”
“We know that.”
“Alright, good, I’m leaving now.”
“Goodbye, ancestor.”
The figure started to fade away before it came back again.
He stared at the painting. “This is an extraordinary painting. You’re all still too weak for it. You have to make sure it’s safe and secure, got it?”
“We got it, ancestor.”
“Alright, I’m leaving.”
“Goodbye, ancestor.”
The figure did not fade at all this time. He just looked at Gu Changqing and sighed. “It’s not that I can’t rely on you. The painting is just too important. It’s hard to relax.”
Gu Changqing twitched. Begrudgingly, he held up the painting and said, “Then, maybe… You can help us keep it safe?”
“Fine, if you insist, then I have no choice but to keep it safe for you,” nodded the figure. He raised his hand and absorbed the painting. The painting scroll appeared in his hands.
“I really have to go this time. Remember to summon me tomorrow at the same time!”
“Goodbye, ancestor.”
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