Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 807 Lingyuan Sect
The gentle breeze blows and the bamboo shadows sway.

The sound of gurgling water lingers in the ears, and the wonderful music never stops.

"The first third-generation disciple..."

Zhu'er looked up at her master and said with a happy smile: "Hearing what Uncle Wen said, Zhu'er will still be the senior sister in the future."

The girl's childish voice made the two of them laugh out loud.

"Who says it's not?"

Wen Yuze tapped the little girl's forehead, looked at Weng Heguang and smiled, "Zhu'er is so smart. Not to mention Uncle Meng, I'm sure even our Grandmaster would be very fond of her if he saw her."

Weng Heguang didn't dare to ask for anything. He shook his head and smiled when he heard this. After chatting with Wen Yuze for a few more words, he said goodbye and continued to move forward with Zhu'er.

A green light surrounded it, and after flying for about two incense sticks of time, it landed on a pavilion in the clouds built against the mountain.

This pavilion has exquisite eaves and a simple and beautiful style. Although it cannot compare with the luxury of the Dragon Palace, it has an otherworldly aura.

After reporting in front of the door, Weng Heguang and his disciples waited quietly.

Not long after, a pretty woman in a light green silk shirt came out to greet him.

This woman had a slender and graceful figure, her eyes and eyebrows were as gentle as moonlight, and she exuded a sense of being a beautiful girl from a small family. When she saw Weng and Guang, she bowed and said with a smile, "Brother Weng."

It was Meng Yuewei's third disciple, Du Youyi.

Weng Heguang returned the greeting, brushing his beard and smiling, "It's been a few years since we last met. Junior Sister Du has successfully established her foundation. Congratulations!"

Among the second generation disciples, Du Youyi is the youngest. He has achieved such success in just twenty years, which shows that he is also a talented person.

Du Youyi's smile was as gentle as the breeze, and she said, "It's only thanks to this dojo of my master. Compared to many of my fellow disciples, I'm still far behind."

After she was humble, she entered the pavilion with Master and Apprentice Weng Heguang.

After passing the screen with cranes on it, the three of them entered the inner room.

Weng Heguang looked up and saw a graceful and elegant female cultivator in a moon-colored robe with a leisurely temperament. She looked at him with a smile in her eyes. Who else could it be but his master?
He quickly knelt before the seat and kowtowed respectfully.

Behind him, Zhu'er always remembered her master's previous instructions, and knelt down together, calling him "Master" in a very formal manner.

"Get up quickly."

Meng Yuewei extended her hand to support him, then looked at Zhu'er and said, "Is she the disciple you mentioned in your letter?"

Weng Heguang bowed and said yes.

Although he had received the message from his master earlier to return, he still sent back the message talisman he had prepared.

After all, for people like them who have a well-organized master-disciple relationship, accepting disciples is not something they do at will. They need the master's approval before they can bring the disciple back to the mountain and enroll him in the sect.

Meng Yuewei nodded and said with a smile: "You are indeed talented. No wonder you suddenly have such a desire."

How could she not see that her disciple had lost his ambition?

But she has always been lenient in teaching others, and she will not interfere or even change the choices made by her disciples.

She didn't say anything, but Bai Cai, who was standing behind her, frowned secretly and couldn't help but ask, "Junior brother, why are you so anxious? Wouldn't it be easier to teach you after you've achieved Dan?"

She entered the mountains with Weng Heguang and had been living together like siblings for decades. Naturally, she didn't want her junior brother to make hasty decisions about the future.

Weng Heguang knew that she had the same idea as Wen Yuze, so he didn't explain too much and just frankly told her about his limited talent.

Bai Cai wanted to persuade him again: "What's the big deal? If you encounter a bottleneck, just tell me and I will do my best to help you. Besides, with my mentor by my side, how could I stand by and watch you fail to make progress?"

"What's more, now that our master has returned, he..."

Before she could finish her words, Meng Yuewei reached out to stop her.

"It's Heguang's business what he chooses, so don't force him."

She glanced sideways, seemingly speaking to Bai Cai alone, but also as if speaking to everyone, and said, "Master, please don't have any ulterior motives when you return home this time. If you displease Master, don't blame me for turning my back on you!"

Weng Heguang and Du Youyi quickly bowed in agreement.

Bai Qia also realized that she had spoken out of turn, and bowed down, saying, "My disciple was impetuous, Master, please don't be angry."

Meng Yuewei nodded slowly, and looked at the lovely Zhu'er below. Her expression couldn't help but relax. When she was about to call her closer for a closer look, she suddenly heard the sound of a bell ringing in the distant sky.

The melodious sound of the bell spread throughout the entire Fushan River in an instant.

"The bell in the main hall rang..."

A hint of surprise appeared in her eyes. She looked up and gazed into the distance. Her sight seemed to be able to penetrate through the heavy cover and fall outside the mountain gate.

"Pass the message down, Master, please return to the mountain. Everyone in the mansion, follow me to welcome him."

Bai Qia was stunned for a moment, but reacted in the blink of an eye. She looked equally delighted and immediately said she was going to deliver the message.

Meng Yuewei had also stood up at this time and was the first to leave the pavilion.

Seeing this, Zhu'er pulled up the corner of her master's clothes and asked softly, "Master, can Zhu'er go with us?"

Weng Heguang laughed heartily, patted his disciple's head and said, "With Master's approval, Zhu'er is now a legitimate third-generation disciple of Nanming. Why not?"

After saying this, he took Zhu'er and Du Youyi out of the pavilion and followed his mentor.

When they arrived at the Nanming Hall, they saw that Yu Chengduan, his master and his two disciples were already waiting there.

Apart from Wen Yuze who I had just met, the one wearing a white robe with gold thread and a dignified and handsome demeanor is Uncle Yu Chengduan, and the one with a handsome appearance and sharp eyebrows is Senior Brother Liu Heng.

After a brief exchange of greetings, they waited for dozens of breaths.

Bai Qia then returned and announced, "Master Yu, everyone from Nanming has arrived and is waiting outside the hall."

In addition to them, there are also some deacons and disciples in Nanming Mountain who are used to look after the Chongtian River.

"I think after the Grandmaster returns to the mountain, these fellow disciples won't need any more care..."

Weng Heguang pondered to himself, he knew that the nominal master of Chongtian Changhe was his own ancestor, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

Although these deacons and disciples would not disturb their practice on weekdays, it was still a bit awkward to have outsiders stationed in their own temple.

"Ah."

Yu Chengduan nodded and waved his robe sleeves. Suddenly, rays of sword light shot out from it with pleasant sounds. They flew to the feet of the crowd and lifted them up lightly. Then most of them fell outside, taking the deacons and disciples with them, and then flew higher and higher, heading straight for the mountain gate.

Although the deacon disciples cannot be considered as members of the Nanming lineage, they have lived here for a long time, so it is natural that they should go to greet us together.

For a moment, nearly a hundred figures were lifted up by the sword energy and flew through the air. The scene was truly spectacular.

Seeing Yu Chengduan's calm demeanor, Meng Yuewei nodded and thought to herself, "In terms of age, I'm a bit older than you, but in terms of talent and strength, I'm far inferior."

……

At this moment, in front of the mountain gate, thousands of monks came one after another to line up and wait.

In addition to the Shanhe Sect, there are nearly thirty other sects and clans, including representatives from Xuantian Mansion and Feixing Taoist Palace.

From this, we can see that Chen Mu is indeed an important figure in the Beiyuan cultivation world. Even though he has been lost for sixty years, he still attracts the attention of the world.

Taoist Tianxing stood cheerfully at the front, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the new cultivators, his expression seemingly filled with satisfaction. Once upon a time, the Fushan Changhe River was unstable, nearly losing its title as one of the Three Great Daoist Sects of Northern Plains to the Qianyuan Sect. It was only when Chishan and Zhuangyan stepped up to the plate and successfully formed a newborn infant that the situation was stabilized.

Looking back at the past few decades, perhaps it was really because of the good fortune that Chen Mu had won for Beiyuan that not only did Fushan Changhe continue to produce talented people, but it also had two more Nascent Soul cultivators.

If Chen Mu had not been captured, Fushan Changhe would have been thriving and prosperous.

And now even this last regret has suddenly disappeared, how can he not be happy and satisfied?

"Even if this old man dies immediately, what's the big deal? In the underworld, I will be able to give an explanation to all the ancestors..."

While Taoist Tianxing was laughing and thinking, Yu Chengduan and others fell from the sky.

"The Nanming lineage has arrived..."

"That's Master Li Che, right?"

Ignoring everyone's discussions, Yu Chengduan led everyone to greet the elders one after another.

"Yuewei, come to me."

Gao Xiaoqing smiled and waved to Meng Yuewei.

Although they were of different generations, they had been together for a long time and were close friends, so their relationship was much closer than that of the others.

"Uncle Gao, you've actually come out of seclusion?"

Meng Yuewei came closer, her eyes full of surprise.

It turned out that several years ago, Gao Xiaoqing successfully conceived a fetus and had been in seclusion to consolidate his state of mind, and there had been no movement.

Meng Yuewei was still hesitating whether to knock on the door and ask her out, but she didn't expect that the other party had been waiting here for a long time.

"Brother, how could I not welcome you back?" Gao Xiaoqing replied.

The two of them started talking to each other, and Yu Chengduan also went behind Zhuang Yan.

Ever since Chen Mu was captured, his master had been teaching him frequently. To him, Zhuang Yan was a person who deserved his admiration just as much as his mentor.

"Brother Tianxing, Fellow Daoist Chen's disciples are truly filled with talented people!"

Sun Zhiyan of Xuantian Mansion praised with a smile.

Taoist Tian Xing didn't say anything after hearing this, he just stroked his beard and laughed...

The green mountains are hidden in the distance, and the water is far away.

About half an hour later, everyone in front of the mountain held their breath and looked up.

Then, in the sky, a stunning ray of light came from afar and approached, crossing the air in an instant.

Although the escaping light was as gentle as water, it still contained some of the aura of a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage. The junior disciples felt a stinging pain in their eyes and blackness in front of their eyes after just a few glances.

It was Elder Yun Xi who was very thoughtful. With a slight wave of her hand, tiny specks of gauze light flew out, emitting a bright glow, which shocked everyone's mind and restored their normal state.

But even so, those lower-level disciples knew how powerful he was, and they immediately lowered their heads and knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly at him any longer.

Until a voice came to my ears: "Disciples Yu Chengduan and Meng Yuewei pay their respects to the master, and respectfully welcome the master back to the mountain after overcoming the calamity."

Then, Liu Heng, Bai Cai and other second-generation disciples said, "Welcome the Grandmaster back to the mountain."

There was also a barely audible child's voice: "Zhu'er pays homage to the Grand Master..."

Only then did they dare to look up, and they saw a Taoist priest in a black robe standing in front of them with an elegant demeanor and celestial appearance. His eyes were calm, and there was a mysterious energy circulating around him, exuding the air of a true Taoist.

They immediately felt awe-inspiring and bowed down along with thousands of other cultivators, shouting, "Welcome Elder Lingyuan back to the mountain."

Whether they were disciples of the Shanhe Sect or cultivators from other sects, they all chanted in unison, their voices shaking heaven and earth, and spreading far and wide...

At this moment, in a palace on the clouds, three Taoists were drinking from their cups. When they heard the sound, they turned their heads and looked.

Among them was a majestic figure wearing a golden robe and a rhinoceros belt, none other than True Lord Pingyang.

He slowly stood up, looked around for a moment, then nodded and smiled, "Over the past few decades, our Beiyuan has prospered immensely. Now that Chen Mu has broken free from his obstacles, I imagine our fortune and prestige will soar even higher!"

Upon hearing this, another handsome grey-robed Taoist was also amazed: "In my opinion, the next fellow Taoist of Beiyuan should be this boy."

He paused briefly, took a sip from the wine cup, and continued with interest, "However, aren't you two fellow Taoists worried that after the demonic calamity is over, Fushan Changhe will prosper too much?"

True Lord Pingyang immediately frowned, feeling somewhat displeased. Just as he was about to open his mouth to refute, he heard the last Taoist say in a serious tone, "The great catastrophe is approaching. Fellow Daoist Lin is also a cultivator from Beiyuan. Why are you making such heartbreaking remarks?"

"This is a matter concerning the lives of the people of Beiyuan. How could our Xuantian Mansion be such a short-sighted sect?"

Speaking of this, the identities of the three people are self-evident. They are all the current True Gods of Transformation in Beiyuan.

The Taoist surnamed Lin was a casual cultivator, and the last person was named Wu Qing, but like the True Lord Pingyang, he was from Xuantian Mansion.

Seeing Wu Qing's serious expression, almost scolding him, Taoist Lin, who was not particular about trivial matters, quickly reached out and slapped his mouth, saying with a smile: "Brother Wu, please don't blame me. I am used to being casual and never say anything I don't care about."

Just as he said, he was used to being casual. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reached this level, yet still maintained his status as a casual cultivator, without a single disciple under his command...

Seeing this, Pingyang and the other man's expressions eased somewhat.

But after this incident, they lost interest in drinking anymore.

Wu Qing looked at Pingyang and said softly, "Junior brother, you can meet this boy later and have a chat with him..."

Pingyang smiled and nodded, "Even if Senior Brother doesn't tell me, I will still meet him."

Soon, the palace on the clouds dissipated, and the three figures disappeared...

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Before the mountain gate.

After receiving the solemn respects from thousands of monks, Chen Mu lowered his gaze to look at Yu and Meng who were approaching.

Seeing that both of them were in the late Jindan stage, he couldn't help but nodded.

Although Yu Chengduan entered the Tao late, he was extremely talented. Meng Yuewei was slightly inferior, but she made up for it with the "Great Five Elements Zhoutian Mystical Art". The fact that they were able to make such progress in the Jiazi year showed that the two of them did not relax because of his failure.

Then he looked at Liu Heng and others who had not yet stood up, and smiled secretly in his heart.

I didn't expect that my disciples had developed to this extent without me having to put in any effort.

Liu Heng and the others, who felt their master's gaze lingering on them but did not hear his voice, felt as if thousands of drums were beating in their hearts.

Although they had officially accepted the master's teachings, they also knew that without the master's approval at this moment, all their past experiences would disappear like a passing cloud...

The longer you wait, the longer time seems.

Just when they were about to faint, they finally heard the voice of Gan Lin: "Since you are my Lingyuan disciples, I will grant you a magic talisman. When you go out, it will help you escape if you encounter danger."

Chen Mu raised his hand and several rays of light flew down and merged into the eyebrows of several people.

Liu Heng and others were overjoyed and immediately kowtowed again!
The disciples behind them looked at them with great envy. They were not envious of the protective talismans, but they were envious of the fact that from now on, they would become true disciples of the Lingyuan Sect...

Having this identity is better than having thousands or tens of thousands of talismans to protect you!
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(End of this chapter)