After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In-Chapter 44 - Who Wants to Harm Me

44: Chapter 44: Who Wants to Harm Me?

44 -44: Who Wants to Harm Me?

Promoted to the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining.

The Qi Sea Sky Gang technique has reached the Ninth Stage.

The Qi Sea Sky Gang has also become a weapon.

Its power is astonishing.

But I dare not flex my muscles with the things in the yard.

Unfortunately, there’s no one in need of beating at the moment.

Otherwise, I’d really like to try it out.

This is the mindset that comes with increased power.

“Cultivation has improved, feeling a bit inflated, wanting to find an enemy to practice with.”

Gu An said, mocking himself.

Unfortunately, the only people he has had issues with are Ren Shan and Zhong Bing.

There’s no need for Ren Shan to take action herself.

Zhong Bing is at the Ninth Level of Qi Refining; seeking him out would be challenging beyond my rank.

It would be masochistic.

So there’s no chance to act at the moment.

With a slight shake of his head, Gu An stops dwelling on it and heads outside.

Planning to go logging to complete today’s task.

Also need to figure out why my accumulation of magic techniques has slowed down.

Moreover, the first volume of Qi Sea Sky Gang is complete, and to continue improving, I need to find the second volume.

Besides these, there’s the cultivation technique above Qi Refining.

The cultivation technique beyond Qi Refining is also of utmost importance.

Shaking his head, Gu An is not in a hurry.

There are still a few months left; take it slow.

Just as he came to the logging area to collect his axe, Gu An saw the manager’s surprise: “Are you Gu An?”

The one managing the axes is a fellow sect brother around twenty-five.

His cultivation has reached the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining.

He is considered one of the stronger ones in the Outer Sect.

Most Outer Disciples are at the sixth and seventh layers.

There are fewer at the eighth and ninth layers.

There are some beyond Qi Refining, but none have ever been seen.

“It’s me.

Is there something you need, senior brother?” Gu An asked politely.

“The Outer Sect has received a mission, and you’re on the list,” the senior brother managing the axes kindly reminded him:

“You don’t need to log today; go to the place to report and receive the details of your task.”

Gu An was surprised, where did this mission come from?

After hesitating, he secretly gave the senior brother in front of him a Spirit Stone, humbly saying:

“This junior brother is receiving a task for the first time and doesn’t know how things work.”

Upon receiving the Spirit Stone, the senior brother managing the axes discreetly pocketed it, and smiling said: freēwēbηovel.c૦m

“When did Junior Brother join the sect?”

“Less than a year,” Gu An answered.

“Oh?” The senior brother seemed surprised: “It seems Junior Brother has had some fortune, but normally, there are no sect missions in the first three years, to give disciples time to grow.

It is not a hard rule, but basically, no missions are handed down.

So, Junior Brother should be careful.”

Hearing this, Gu An knew he was being targeted.

Who exactly needs to target me like this?

But those with the power to do so are likely related to Ren Shan.

After all, those in the Inner Sect are targeting her, and now that I’m suspected of obtaining a secret, it’s natural to be watched.

“Thank you, senior brother.” Gu An didn’t ask any further.

The person before him was not familiar with him, asking too much might breed contempt.

Especially knowing he is being targeted, saying more might lead to blame.

And so, Gu An turned and left.

To go to the reporting place and receive the task.

The reporting point is at the very bottom of the mountain, where there’s a row of buildings that all new disciples must visit.

The task is in a small office.

After several inquiries, Gu An finally found the task acceptance area.

There sits an Immortal, who is browsing through a book with a slight frown.

Her cultivation level is unclear.

Next to the desk sits a plaque with the name Chen Yue.

“Senior Sister Chen,” Gu An greeted respectfully.

Hearing this, she just then slightly raised her eyebrows.

She’s clothed in lush green, her hair coiled up, a lotus adorning her forehead.

Her slender fingers flipping through, the turning pages come to a smooth halt.

Her calm eyes seem to pierce through the heart, yet without a ripple of emotion.

Very strong, Gu An instinctively felt.

“Do you need something?” Chen Yue asked.

A plain tone without any emotional mix.

“I heard there’s a Sect mission, so I wanted to ask for details,” Gu An replied.

“Name.” Chen Yue was as composed as always.

“Gu An.” Gu An gave his name.

“There’s a traitor in the Sect, probably somewhere in the town at the foot of the mountain.

According to the information, he might return home to pay respects to his ancestors in seven days.

You will set out in five days to capture him,” Chen Yue spoke up without delay.

It seemed she knew all about the mission details.

Upon hearing this, Gu An was somewhat surprised.

Capture a traitor?

It was such a mission.

But he still picked up on a key point.

That was the word “you”.

“How many people in total?” Gu An asked politely.

“Not many, three including you,” Chen Yue pondered before replying:

“The other two are also Outer Disciples.

But they both reside in the northern area.”

The north, that was where the strongest bunch resided.

This was going to be a problem.

After asking where to meet, Chen Yue said to come here in five days.

With that, Gu An didn’t ask further.

He had wanted to give her a Spirit Stone, but seeing her demeanor, he never found the right opportunity.

So he took his leave.

Chen Yue didn’t pay much attention.

However, while flipping through her books, she discovered that Gu An was actually a recent recruit to the Sect: “Looks like he has offended someone.

This time, nine out of ten he won’t come back.”

Shaking her head, Chen Yue didn’t think too much about it.

What did the life or death of these people have to do with her?

Every year, many who are sent on missions fail to return.

Afterwards, she continued reading her books.

…

Returning to his residence, Gu An confirmed that he wouldn’t be able to improve his cultivation or magic in the short term.

But with the Qi Refining Eighth Layer and the first volume of Qi Sea Sky Gang, he had enough to protect himself to some extent.

For safety’s sake, though, he still needed to prepare a few other things.

He took a quick look at his Storage Treasure.

One hundred and forty Spirit Stones, two Healing Talismans, three soundproofing talismans, and a Spirit Sword.

Plus three bottles of Quenching Spirit Pills.

Quenching Spirit Pills were not easy to sell, especially those issued by the Sect.

They bore a special mark, and these elixir pills were not allowed to be sold.

This was for the foundation of the Sect.

Spirit Stones could be seized, but not the Sect-issued elixir pills.

Selling them was even more prohibited.

If found out, the consequences would be extremely severe.

So even he couldn’t sell them.

However, there was one bottle without a mark that he could sell.

“I actually have more Spirit Stones now than when I arrived,” Gu An remarked with emotion.

Because he lived in the deep east side, his body would always have scorching burns, and he would often need to use Healing Talismans for recovery.

He had thought that he would eventually run out of Spirit Stones.

Little did he anticipate that the Sect had many kind-hearted people who would lend him Spirit Stones.

Though after borrowing a few times, others probably wouldn’t come again.

Sometimes, he felt it was quite a pity.

Gu An then went to the East Side Market to buy some things.

Actually, there was something else he was quite concerned about: whether the Qi Concealment Technique could shield him from the eyes of those in the north.

His Qi Refining Eighth Layer was one of his trump cards, so it would be best not to reveal it.

The market was crowded.

Gu An intended to buy one or two fine Magic Treasures.

Sword or saber and other attack magic treasures would do.

Standing at a magic treasure booth, Gu An spotted a red sword that looked quite extraordinary.

“Daoist, how much for this sword?” Gu An asked.

“Three hundred and sixty-eight Spirit Stones.

If the daoist truly desires it, I can let it go for three hundred and fifty-five,” the middle-aged stall owner spoke.

Hearing the price, Gu An paused, without the heart to haggle.

Seemingly noticing Gu An’s predicament, the middle-aged man pointed towards the edge and said, “How about this saber?

Two hundred and sixty-eight Spirit Stones.”

Gu An looked over to see a pitch-black saber emitting a slight chill.

A glance told him its quality was no less than that of the sword he saw earlier.

“Why is there such a big price difference when the quality seems almost the same?” Gu An asked out of curiosity.

“They don’t favor sabers, feeling it cheapens their image.

So when they see someone with a saber, most will think of poverty,” the stall owner said with a sigh.

Gu An: “…”

There’s even such a chain of contempt?