CHAPTER 345: CHAPTER 225: ENTERING MY CAVE RESIDENCE IS QUITE DANGEROUS - 2

Wen Zhiang chuckled as he began to speak.

Not many knew about this matter before, so Wen Zhiang decided to announce it publicly. This way, his status within the Holy Land would rise even further.

"Accepted as a disciple by Elder Murong?"

Wen Zhixing and everyone present were taken aback.

Elder Murong?

Wen Zhixing was still unsure who this was, but the others already understood. Elder Murong—the surname alone was enough for them to guess the identity. Moreover, Wen Zhixing and Murong Fenghua had numerous connections. Looking at it this way, the two sides really did seem like one big family.

"I see. Congratulations, Senior Brother Wen Zhiang," Wen Zhixing said, his expression pleased and his attitude somewhat changed.

Excellent. Another backer acquired. And now I’m officially connected with the Law Enforcement Hall. With that, my status has become much more secure.

Seeing this, the expressions of the others flickered.

Elder Murong, Elder Nangong, both siding with Wen Zhixing... Does that mean there’s some relationship between these two Elders...

At the same time, several others within the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land received this news.

"Report! Report! Report!"

Within a huge, unnamed valley, an urgent message came through.

"A disciple, yet to be officially accepted, has tested with an eight-star talent."

"Eight-star talent? Don’t bother me with such a trivial matter," an aged voice responded.

"Uh... Elder, that... it’s an eight-star talent..." The messenger looked somewhat embarrassed.

"I know. It’s just an eight-star talent, recognized by the will of eight divine beasts."

"Yes..." A bitter smile appeared on the person’s face as he turned to leave.

However, the next moment, things took a different turn.

"Wait. Go find an opportunity to make contact with him," the voice said, a hint of helplessness in its tone.

"Make contact again?" The messenger was puzzled. Why the sudden change of mind?

"Just go when I tell you to," the elder responded with a light snort.

Not only there, but Wen Zhixing’s name also began to echo in other parts of the Holy Land.

"These people really are like weather vanes," Qin Tian remarked, his expression unchanging as he observed Wen Zhixing surrounded by the crowd.

"Let’s go. We should not provoke this young man for now," Qin Yang whispered to his nephew.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Yang, I won’t act rashly," Qin Tian assured with a solemn nod.

"Hm?"

Seeing Qin Tian give up so easily surprised Qin Yang slightly.

Something’s off. Knowing my nephew, Qin Tian would certainly get what he sets his eyes on. This indifference suggests there might be something else at play.

"Xiao Tian, we can’t touch Wen Zhixing for now. But don’t worry, I will find a suitable Genius Spirit Seed for you," Qin Yang said, his expression darkening slightly. His biggest fear was that the young man would try to do something behind the scenes. That would be even more troublesome.

"Rest assured, Mr. Yang. I’m not a child anymore; I understand these principles," Qin Tian nodded, his young face breaking into a smile. "I know what to do and what not to. I won’t take risks."

"Really?" Qin Yang seemed unconvinced, his gaze turning slightly grim.

But Qin Tian’s eyes were exceptionally serene.

Finally, Qin Yang nodded. "Good, as long as you understand."

The two of them swept their gowns and departed.

Others left along with Qin Yang and Qin Tian. Their faces showed varied expressions, and who knew what they were thinking.

Wen Zhixing wasn’t sure how he even managed to leave the Suspending Hall. He only remembered that someone sent by one of Elder Nangong’s disciples had approached him personally, allowing him to escape the crowd.

Now, he had made the acquaintance of quite a few people. Although their backing might not be particularly strong, at the very least, things were moving in the right direction.

"Wen, please follow me."

The disciple from the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land wore a greenish-blue Daoist robe and traveled on a flying sword that appeared without a shadow and disappeared without a trace. The speed was so fast it was astonishing. Wen Zhixing also experienced true, exhilarating speed for the first time.

Before long, the disciple from the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land brought Wen Zhixing and Lianxin to a cave entrance and said, "Wen, this is your cave dwelling. You can cultivate here with peace of mind."

"Thank you." Wen Zhixing clasped his hands in thanks.

"You can freely open and close the doors of the cave dwelling using this jade talisman. Oh, and if you need my help, feel free to contact me." The person smiled, a gesture of goodwill.

The two exchanged a few more courteous words, then parted ways.

"Lianxin, aren’t you returning to the inner sect?" Wen Zhixing glanced at Lianxin beside him, wondering why she was still following him.

"Mr. Wen, before the young miss left, she specifically instructed me to take care of you. I am responsible for all of your daily needs." Lianxin leaned forward slightly, looking a bit shy. Her voice was soft and gentle, easily arousing a protective instinct.

"That’s unnecessary. I can take care of myself. You should go back. I don’t need someone to look after me." Wen Zhixing shook his head in refusal.

Having an additional woman would indeed be convenient for daily life, but there would also be many downsides. The potential distraction of her feminine charms was a different matter; he wasn’t afraid of that. But he had many secrets. It simply wasn’t suitable to live with someone else.

"Mr. Wen, please let me stay," Lianxin urged, the corners of her mouth downturned, weakly tugging at Wen Zhixing’s sleeve. "The young miss commanded this. If you don’t want me, the punishment I’ll face..."

Clearly, Lianxin is latching onto me. Impossible to shake off!

What a hassle... Wen Zhixing frowned slightly upon hearing this. He looked up to see Lianxin’s pitifully pleading expression and could only say with resignation, "It’s quite dangerous inside my cave dwelling, you know."

"Sir, I’m not afraid!" Lianxin’s eyes suddenly lit up.

She agreed!

"Then let’s go together." Wen Zhixing nodded, saying nothing more.

He then picked up the jade talisman and lightly touched the entrance to the cave dwelling. The darkness at the entrance instantly dispersed, revealing a bright passageway inside. This was his first time living in a so-called cave dwelling. His previous residences had been more traditional.

Lianxin was immediately overjoyed, swaying her shapely hips as she followed him.

The two of them entered, one after the other.

Inside, it was like another world.

At the deepest end of the passage was a room fully one hundred square meters in size. Because there were no common area calculations, the place felt especially spacious, even though it was fully furnished with all sorts of items.

"Wow, it’s so big," Lianxin couldn’t help but exclaim softly, her face full of curiosity. This was also her first time entering such a cave dwelling; she had always lived in that mansion before.

"Lianxin, help me see what’s here," Wen Zhixing instructed after surveying the surroundings. "From now on, it’s settled then. You’ll help take care of my daily needs."

"Yes, Sir," Lianxin replied, nodding happily. This was exactly why she was here: to do these chores for Wen Zhixing.

Soon, Lianxin began to organize the items in the place. One by one, things were neatly laid out on the open floor: an outer sect Daoist robe from the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land—this garment could self-clean and would practically last a lifetime. There were also a few manuals, elixirs, and standard-issue Spiritual Instruments, all usable for daily needs.

Just then, a message from Si Nanyan flashed into Wen Zhixing’s mind from elsewhere: *It’s terrible, Sir! Something awful has happened!*

"Something terrible?" Wen Zhixing’s heart tightened.

In his Sea of Sense, an image of the Nine Heavens Thunder Leaf appeared. At the same time, Si Nanyan’s apparition materialized before him.

"Sir." Upon seeing Wen Zhixing, Si Nanyan quickly bowed. Perhaps due to extreme agitation, her ample bosom heaved noticeably.

"No need for formalities. Just tell me, what happened?" The sudden movement stirred a flicker of irritation in Wen Zhixing, prompting him to speak more sternly.

Now is not the time to be full of Yang Qi in need of release.

"Sir, people from the Purple Cloud Divine Sect have taken Yun Xinyue. It’s said they intend to completely remove the mark from her divine soul," Si Nanyan said, a hint of unease in her voice.