Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 953 - 282: [Cloud Omen]

Chapter 282 [Cloud Omen] (6800)

The flying ship shuttled through the clouds.

Chen Yan stood leisurely on the deck of the flying ship, gazing at the flowing clouds around him.

This was a commercial ship of a trading company. He showed his identity as a roving disciple of the Artifact Refining Hall of the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect, Zhao Shanhe, to board this ship.

The trading company itself was situated on the territory of the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect, and naturally counted as a faction under the Sacred Sect, relying on the support of the Sacred Sect.

With the identity of a disciple of the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect, this trip on the ship for Chen Yan was much more convenient than before. He didn’t even need to pay for the fare, just showing the sect’s token allowed him to board.

The so-called roving disciple of the Artifact Refining Hall is meant to travel the world. All factions under the sect, big or small, are naturally supposed to provide some conveniences.

With this token, Chen Yan could travel the Domain Realm and get accommodation and meals for free in many places in the future.

The steward on the ship was an old hand at this trading company, and his attitude towards Chen Yan was very good—not exactly respectful but quite courteous. On the first day onboard, he even invited Chen Yan to his cabin for some tea and a chat.

Chen Yan understood the ways of the world and knew that as a new disciple, his standing was surely not high enough. He deliberately mentioned the name of the Inner Sect Disciple, Nangong Sheng, and recounted how he was friends with Nangong Sheng and drank with him.

The steward’s attitude immediately became even more courteous.

"So, fellow Daoist has such a good relationship with the Nangong family. I must apologize for my earlier disrespect."

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The flying ship was headed directly to the Southern Border City of No Return, and it had been flying for seven or eight days.

That afternoon, as the flying ship burst through a dense cloud cluster, suddenly, the sunlight above shone brightly!

Without the clouds’ cover, the sunlight poured down unimpeded onto the flying ship. Coupled with the light arc emitted by the wind-shielding Array on board, both lights merged, making the ship appear as if surrounded by a golden rim.

Footsteps came from behind, and the steward of the ship approached with a smile, saying, "In another half an hour, we’ll reach the City of No Return. Would you like to return to the cabin to pack your things?"

"No need, I didn’t bring much," Chen Yan smiled. "Thank you for taking care of me these past few days." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The steward nodded, "No need to be polite. I often run this route; in the future, when you travel, there will still be opportunities for us to interact."

As he spoke, he took out a Jade Token from his pocket and handed it to Chen Yan with a smile, "In the future, when you return to the sect and pass through cities, feel free to visit me at the trading company for tea. With this Jade Token, you can enjoy a ten percent discount at any of our trading company’s branches throughout the Domain Realm—though such discounts are trivial, as Sacred Sect disciples can already get these discounts.

However, some rare items, which are not for public sale, nor displayed, can be selected in the inner storage of the trading company’s backrooms with this token."

Chen Yan felt a flutter in his heart, accepted the token, cupped his hands, and smiled, "Then I thank you."

"Are you going to the City of No Return on some business this time?"

"Not really, just wandering around," Chen Yan smiled. "I’ve heard that the City of No Return is quite lively now, with constant disputes between the Ghost Race and the Demon Race. I’m afraid it’s not very peaceful in the city, is it?"

The steward nodded, "The Ghost Race in the Southern Border has been bullied by the Demon Race for decades because the Venerable Saint ancestor of the Ghost Race was in seclusion, indifferent to worldly matters.

The Ghost Race naturally became like a child without a mother. Coincidentally, this branch of the Demon Race in the Southern Border worshiped a Venerable ancestor, who is... well, rather casual and loves to meddle.

Comparing the two sides, one declines while the other rises. The Ghost Race indeed had a tough time in previous years."

Chen Yan nodded in understanding.

One without a mother, the other with protective parents. When conflicts arise, with no one to back the Ghost Race, they are naturally bullied.

However, the Ghost Race ancestor... which is to say, his own grandmother, the previous so-called "in seclusion," was presumably when she left the Domain Realm to live in her world in the countryside as a Divine Woman grandmother for those years.

"But these are all old stories," the steward suddenly changed the topic. "Just over half a year ago, that Ghost Race ancestor suddenly emerged from seclusion, causing a huge sensation, invigorating the entire Ghost Race.

That Venerable Ghost Race ancestor, after being low-key for many years, acted very high-key upon emerging from seclusion.

She personally appeared once, severely punishing those branches of the Demon Race in the Southern Border that had oppressed the Ghost Race too harshly.

Later, she made such a big commotion that it attracted a Venerable ancestor of the Demon Race to step in..."

"And then?" Chen Yan asked curiously.

The steward’s gaze flickered, and he smiled bitterly, "And then? What else? There was a disagreement between the two sides; they couldn’t negotiate, so a fight broke out. Whoever has the bigger fist is right."

Chen Yan was taken aback, "Are there conflicts and clashes even between the Venerables?"

"Why not?" the steward snorted, "In the eyes of the lower-level cultivators and mortals, the Venerables are like Immortals in the sky.

But even among Immortals, it’s not always harmonious.

Moreover, the Ghost Race and the Demon Race in the Southern Border have been fighting over territory for countless years. Their conflict is deeply rooted, often born from generations of hatred.

It’s not something that can just be resolved with a word.

Take a piece of territory, for instance; one side says, ’My family shed blood and lost lives for generations fighting for this land.’

The other side says, ’We also shed blood and lost lives for generations over here...’