Chapter 107: The Golden Statue of the Flute Immortal

At Mount Myriad Phenomena, the headquarters of the Records Sect, while the Sect Leader Yao Xinghe was conversing with Elder Ye, Wu Yuan suddenly rushed hurriedly into the hall.

“I... I’m back!” she gasped, breathless.

All hundreds of recorders in the hall turned to look at her.

Yao Xinghe noticed Wu Yuan’s pale face and the injury on her leg, unsure of what she had endured during her recording mission down the mountain.

“Has the evaluation started? Can I still submit my engraved real-scene recordings now?” Wu Yuan asked.

She had only just remembered this morning that today was the last day to submit the engraved real-scene recordings, which explained her frantic rush back from the Duke Xiang’s mansion.

Yao Xinghe smiled faintly. “You returned just in time; the evaluation hasn’t officially begun yet.”

“Sect Leader, I’ve returned as well!” Wu Yuan’s senior brother Wang Li entered the hall, holding up his thought-imprint disk. “Sect Leader, in order to rush to Yun City Iron Fortress, I recorded an absolutely spectacular—” He deliberately raised his tone, “Supreme! Level! Battle! So I was a little late. Please forgive me, Sect Leader.”

Hearing Wang Li claim to have recorded a supreme-level battle, the surrounding recorders began whispering among themselves.

Yao Xinghe was visibly excited. “You really recorded a supreme-level battle? Show it to me at once.”

Wang Li then opened his thought-imprint disk in front of Yao Xinghe, allowing the Sect Leader’s spiritual awareness to enter and view the recording.

After watching, Yao Xinghe nodded approvingly. “Not bad, very good. It was a duel between two Immortal Revered Masters of the Immortal Decree Sect—a truly splendid supreme-level battle. Wang Li, I believe this time you will surely be among the top ten recorders.”

“Thank you for your praise, Sect Leader!” Wang Li bowed his head, then glanced sideways at the admiring looks from his fellow recorders, a smug smile creeping onto his lips.

At this moment, Wu Yuan shyly spoke to Yao Xinghe, “Sect Leader, you could look at mine first.” She then produced her own thought-imprint disk.

Yao Xinghe smiled gently. “Of course, you may.”

Wang Li, assuming Wu Yuan’s recording was just scenes from Duke Xiang’s grand wedding, said to Yao Xinghe, “Sect Leader, Junior Sister Wu Yuan is recording down the mountain for the first time and lacks experience. Since I had to rush to Yun City Iron Fortress, I could not guide her. If there are any flaws in her recording, please do not be harsh.”

Yao Xinghe replied, “No matter. If it is not good this time, she can strive harder next time. Wu Yuan, open your thought-imprint disk.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

Wu Yuan opened her disk, allowing Yao Xinghe’s spiritual awareness to enter and watch.

After only a few moments, Yao Xinghe’s body suddenly trembled slightly, as if he had witnessed something incredible within Wu Yuan’s recording.

Seeing this, Wang Li inwardly grumbled, ‘Could it be that Wu Yuan’s recording was so terrible that the Sect Leader trembled in anger?’

After a full fifteen minutes, Yao Xinghe’s spiritual awareness finally left Wu Yuan’s disk. His expression was calm, but he merely nodded to Wu Yuan and said to Elder Ye, “Elder, bring the Heavenly Recording Golden Talisman.”

Elder Ye was puzzled but still handed the talisman to Yao Xinghe.

Yao Xinghe immediately hung the Heavenly Recording Golden Talisman on Wu Yuan’s waist. Elder Ye was astonished. “Sect Leader, this Heavenly Recording Golden Talisman is only awarded to the first place in the evaluation.”

Yao Xinghe raised his head slightly, each word striking with weight: “No need for evaluation. The Heavenly Recording Golden Talisman belongs to her alone!”

Everyone present was stunned. What had sixteen-year-old Wu Yuan recorded to make Yao Xinghe bestow the Heavenly Recording Golden Talisman directly, bypassing the elders’ judgment?

Yao Xinghe’s gaze swept over the crowd as he spoke in a trembling voice, “Because she has recorded a battle at the Emperor Level!”

“What?!”

A loud clatter was heard as Wang Li dropped his thought-imprint disk. An Emperor Level battle? Could it be that shortly after he left Duke Xiang’s mansion, an Emperor Level battle had erupted there?

That meant he had missed out on a great opportunity.

Yao Xinghe then said to Wu Yuan, “I intend to recreate the battle scene from your thought-imprint disk and store it in the Secret Records Pavilion. Would you agree?”

Wu Yuan nodded eagerly. “Of course.”

Then she cupped the Heavenly Recording Golden Talisman at her waist with both hands, feeling immensely pleased. The dagger wound in her thigh had not been in vain after all.

It seemed that the departed Yan City was her place of fortune; she must visit there often from now on.

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[Three Years Later]

Yan City—

Now rebuilt, Yan City was almost an exact replica of what it had been before its destruction three years prior.

However, those who perished in the battle three years ago would never return.

During these years, the Great Yu Monastery searched everywhere for the missing daughter of Duke Xiang, but she remained nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, Qin Xuanxi was nearly confirmed to have perished in a duel against the Flute Immortal three years ago. After all, the once ostentatious Dark Abyss Demon Lord had not appeared since.

To commemorate the Flute Immortal’s slaying of the female demon Qin Xuanxi on Yan City soil, the Immortal Sect had erected a massive golden statue of the Flute Immortal outside Yan City’s northern gate.

Originally, they intended to place the statue inside Yan City, but the Li Kingdom’s court feared offending the demonic cultivation world and refused permission.

At this time, inside a small courtyard on Pear Blossom Lane in Yong’an District, Yan City—

A woman in her twenties was cooking in the kitchen, sweat beading her brow. Suddenly, she noticed the fire under the stove waning and called out, “Song Yan, add some firewood! Song Yan?”

She glanced around the small kitchen but found no sign of Song Yan, who had just been squatting there moments before.

She hurried outside the kitchen.

Song Yan was already at the courtyard gate, about to open it.

The woman smiled softly, thinking that the little girl must have heard her brother’s footsteps returning.

After Song Yan opened the gate, sure enough, wearing a constable’s uniform, the tall and burly Song Ye stood outside.

Song Ye smiled at Song Yan. “I know you’ve been craving it, so I specially bought you some fresh flower cakes.”

He handed her an oil-paper bag containing the cakes.

Song Yan took the bag and immediately pulled out one to eat with delight.

Song Ye stepped aside and said to the woman behind Song Yan, “Sister-in-law, thank you for your hard work today.”

“Not hard at all. Your sister is very obedient and helped me with a lot of chores,” the woman replied with a smile.

This woman, called sister-in-law by Song Ye, was the wife he had married over a year ago, surname Xu.

Song Yan was already eight years old this year but was nearly as tall as a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. Song Ye was no longer able to carry her around on patrol as before, so Xu often helped watch over her.