Chapter 3645 — A Man of Ambition
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And as the old saying goes, treasures have spirits of their own—every heaven-sent material and earthly jewel waits for the one fated to claim it. That is the destiny and fortune that belongs to each and every person!
Though Wei Zhao had yet to coax the true purpose of the Star Ink Stone out of the damn thing's mouth, that tremor of spiritual resonance he had felt back then had been no illusion. He could distinctly sense the hidden connection between himself and this Star Ink Stone, and he could tell that once it was in his hands, some utterly unexpected delight would be waiting for him!
Yet even as Wei Zhao yearned for the Star Ink Stone, a hundred li away, within the cave dwelling of a certain inner sect disciple of Soaring Heavens Pavilion, one man was thinking of that unremarkable-looking stone with a fervor even greater than his own—so consumed by it that he could neither rest by day nor sleep by night.
Had Wei Zhao been present, he would surely have been startled, and then on his guard, for this man was none other than the Soaring Heavens Pavilion inner sect disciple he had encountered earlier at the Hong Clan Merchant Guild—Yu Jiang by name.
Compared with other inner sect disciples of Soaring Heavens Pavilion, Yu Jiang might barely count as a second-generation cultivator, but his backing was nowhere near as deep as that of a scion like Xu Lingchong. And in Soaring Heavens Pavilion, without powerful backing, one had to have powerful strength—otherwise one could only be trampled at will by others, with no hope of ever rising.
So Yu Jiang had always applied himself diligently. Beyond his daily cultivation, the place he frequented most was the Pavilion of Stored Scriptures.
For a token payment of a pittance of spirit jade, each month one could consult tens of thousands of classic texts and ancient tomes within—a privilege reserved solely for the inner sect disciples of Soaring Heavens Pavilion!
As for the inner sect disciples of the other two pavilions, gaining entry to the Pavilion of Stored Scriptures would cost them far more than a pittance of spirit jade. A single casual visit would exact a price that made the flesh ache.
There was no other reason: the Pavilion of Stored Scriptures stood upon territory governed by Soaring Heavens Pavilion.
As an inner sect disciple of Soaring Heavens Pavilion whose backing was none too formidable, Yu Jiang knew well that to make a name for himself, diligent cultivation alone would never suffice. He needed some unforeseen stroke of fortune—and the opportunities for such fortune were often hidden within these ancient tomes.
To gain easier access to these ancient texts, Yu Jiang—high and mighty inner sect disciple though he was—had even volunteered to serve as a humble steward of the Pavilion of Stored Scriptures. Over three full years, he had come to know every classic and ancient tome in that pavilion by heart.
Beyond the Pavilion of Stored Scriptures, another place Yu Jiang frequented was the market district. The outer and middle streets naturally had little to catch the eye, but the mysterious and exalted inner street often produced treasures beyond all expectation—treasures many could not fathom, yet profound in their hidden worth.
The inner street, however, was not one to enter at will. Yu Jiang might be an inner sect disciple of Soaring Heavens Pavilion, but for one thing his backing was not especially deep, and for another his strength was not especially great; nor had he ever won any dazzling result in the Three-Tier Pavilion trials. So he had never gained the inner street's recognition.
The only chance he had to enter the inner street was the inner street's open day, held once a month.