Chapter 4146 — Xuan Chen's Speculation
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"Yes, Grandfather, you see things more clearly than I do. Rest assured, I can endure it!" Zheng Tianshuo nodded heavily.
Several days later, at the Cultivator Academy.
Deploying every hand within the academy, along with a contingent of skilled men lent by the Central Chamber of Commerce, Si Haitao led the search through the vast forests of Zhongding Mountain for three full days and nights before they finally found Nan Tian Liuguang, fallen into a muddy bog.
By then, Nan Tian Liuguang—that lofty expert of the early Xuan Ascension stage—had been reduced to a bedraggled rooster gasping its last. Had they found him a few days later, he would likely have been a cold corpse.
To have taken a lethal blow from Di Xingdao and then been hurled from the three-thousand-meter summit of Zhongding Peak, and still cling to that final breath—that alone was no small miracle. The vitality of an early Xuan Ascension expert was truly extraordinary.
Even so, when Nan Tian Liuguang was carried back to the Cultivator Academy, he was no better than a wretched, beaten dog, a single step from death.
When Ancestor Xuan Chen, out searching elsewhere, heard the news, he rushed at once to Nan Tian Liuguang's cultivation cave. The moment he crossed the threshold, he began to wail with grief and indignation, sobbing as though his heart were being torn out—a picture of utter anguish.
"What the hell are you keening for?" Si Haitao shot him a glance from within the room and scowled. "Nobody's dead yet, so what are you carrying on about? Injuries like these are nothing to the Central Chamber of Commerce. We have spirit jade to spare. No wound is too grave for us to heal—we could bring back the dead if we had to. So spare me your damned funeral wailing."
His words were those of a grand magnate through and through—rich, and proud of it.
"Ah? So Dean Nan Tian is all right?" Ancestor Xuan Chen froze, the weight instantly lifting from his heart, and only then did he sheepishly choke back his sobs.
"Of course he's all right. What did you think—that the Central Chamber of Commerce sits around on its hands?" Si Haitao smiled with no small satisfaction, then looked Xuan Chen up and down. "If I remember correctly, you're the follower my old friend Nan Tian brought up from the mortal realm, aren't you? I believe he introduced you to me once, specially."
"Yes, yes. I never imagined Steward Si would still remember me—what an honor," Ancestor Xuan Chen said, nodding again and again.
In the mortal realm he had been a lofty figure of power, but here on Cloud Terrace Island he had to change his mindset and keep his tail between his legs. Otherwise, never mind his ambitions—he would not even live long.
"Since my old friend Nan Tian values you so highly, I won't treat you as an outsider. Stay here these next few days and attend to him," Si Haitao said mildly.
"Thank you, Steward Si. That was precisely my wish," Ancestor Xuan Chen answered at once.
In the mortal realm, to have a great figure of the Five Luminaries Sect wait on another would have earned the offender a slap to death. But at this moment he felt not the least displeasure—on the contrary, he was delighted.
Even in defeat at Di Xingdao's hands, Nan Tian Liuguang remained vice dean of the Cultivator Academy, still a top expert of the early Xuan Ascension stage. To have the chance to serve such a personage was no humiliation but a very real stroke of fortune—the sort of opportunity one could not beg for even if one tried.
Ancestor Xuan Chen was confident that if he served with all his heart, then once Nan Tian Liuguang recovered from his wounds, he would surely regard him all the more highly, and the benefits would be boundless.
Events proved Si Haitao's words no empty boast. Under the central chamber's miracle medicines for healing wounds, the dying Nan Tian Liuguang was soon pulled back from the gates of hell and awoke.