FVN Chapter 75: The Immortal Talent Conference
Chapter 75: The Immortal Talent Conference
Chapter 75: The Immortal Talent Conference
The Immortal Talent Conference crept up both slowly and suddenly. The days leading up to it were torturous, each one dragging on endlessly. Yet, when the day finally arrived, Zheng Fa felt completely unprepared, as if he’d overlooked something critical.
At dawn, as the sunlight streamed through the window, a faint vibration jolted Zheng Fa awake.
Opening his eyes, he saw the Immortal Token in his hands trembling restlessly, as if urging him to get up.
Before he could figure out what was going on, the token flashed twice and crumbled into dust.
From the dust, a golden talisman emerged, splitting into two streams of light that flowed toward his legs.
Suddenly, a gentle gust of wind formed beneath his feet, lifting him into the air. Before he even had time to wash his face, he was soaring out of the room and into the sky.
His mother, who had been up early cleaning, dropped her cloth and ran to the courtyard gate, trying to keep up with his ascending figure. But no matter how far she stretched her neck, she could only watch as he disappeared.
A street away, two more people from the Zhao family’s estate were also lifted into the air: the Seventh Young Master and a woman unfamiliar to Zheng Fa.
In Madam Zhao’s small building, a figure leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance at them, as if they’d been waiting for this moment for a long time.
From other large estates nearby, several more figures took flight.
As Zheng Fa ascended higher, Jingzhou City shrank below him. Looking up, he noticed an endless expanse of colorful clouds overhead.
His head pierced through one of the clouds, and when his whole body emerged, he found himself standing on a vast plaza. The sea of clouds beneath him, though resembling undulating waves, felt solid underfoot.
At the center of the plaza stood a grand hall, with five distinctive buildings behind it.
“My sister told me this is the Immortal Ascension Platform,” the Seventh Young Master whispered excitedly to Zheng Fa. “Just flying here was worth it!”
...As if I didn’t see how pale you got from your fear of heights earlier, Zheng Fa thought.
Not far away, a boy who looked younger than Zheng Fa turned at the sound of the Seventh Young Master calling him by name. The boy seemed vaguely familiar, likely one of the others who had ascended from Jingzhou City.
Meanwhile, at Senior Sister Zhang’s courtyard in the Zhao Estate, Zheng Fa’s mother clutched Zheng Shan’s hand tightly, looking uneasy as she faced the people in the hall.
Aside from Senior Sister Zhang, Madam Zhao, and the Eldest Young Lady, there was no one else present.
“Mrs. Zheng, there’s no need to worry,” Madam Zhao reassured her. “Zheng Fa is attending the Immortal Talent Conference, just like my son. Senior Sister Zhang was concerned you might feel anxious, so she invited you here to put your mind at ease.”
Though Senior Sister Zhang had invited her, she remained distant, merely nodding slightly in greeting.
Taking a deep breath, Zheng Fa’s mother straightened her posture and bowed respectfully to Senior Sister Zhang.
Sun Daoyu seemed nervous, fearing she would refuse.
“Fine,” Senior Sister Zhang said unexpectedly. “But I want Real Person Pang’s Void-Seeking Spirit Eyes in return.”
Sun Daoyu was stunned, clearly not expecting such an immediate agreement.
“Senior Sister has that much confidence in your junior brother?”
Senior Sister Zhang smiled faintly, her gaze fixed on the screen.
On it, Zheng Fa and the others were approaching the grand hall.
As they reached the entrance, the boy who had been watching Zheng Fa suddenly stepped closer to him and the Seventh Young Master.
“What do you want?” the Seventh Young Master asked, noticing the boy’s unfriendly demeanor.
Ignoring him, the boy looked directly at Zheng Fa and said,
“I’m Zhou Qianyuan.”
He said nothing more, walking past them and into the hall.
“What’s his problem?” the Seventh Young Master muttered.
“Single spiritual root, Gengjin Dao Body, and a talent in talismans valued by a Nascent Soul cultivator. Wouldn’t you be arrogant?” Zheng Fa replied with a chuckle.
He understood Zhou Qianyuan’s behavior. With his extraordinary aptitude and smooth-sailing life, being denied the Immortal Token must have been a first. He likely blamed Zheng Fa for taking what he believed was rightfully his.
“He’s targeting you?” The Seventh Young Master looked worried.
“Targeting me? I doubt he even sees me as a threat,” Zheng Fa said, shaking his head. “He probably thinks I took his Immortal Token. This is just a show of intimidation.”
“...Someone more unreasonable than me?” The Seventh Young Master looked incredulous.
Zheng Fa ignored Zhou Qianyuan, instead following the crowd into the hall. At its center stood a half-height mirror, facing them.
“That’s the Immortal Mirror,” the Seventh Young Master whispered, sharing what he’d heard from his sister. “It determines your initial rank based on your spiritual root and Dao Body.”
Zheng Fa watched as each person passed the mirror. A beam of light shot out, forming a glowing circle beneath their feet.
The circles came in three colors: white, green, and purple. White was the most common, green was rarer, and purple was exceptionally rare.
These must be the initial ranks.