Chapter 751 - 537: The Celestial Mandate Is Already in Chaos (Part 2)

Chapter 751: Chapter 537: The Celestial Mandate Is Already in Chaos (Part 2)

After the demonstration, Wei Zhaixing cupped his hands in salute to everyone and was about to turn and leave.

Captain Yi Nine couldn’t help but ask, "Junior Brother Wei, aren’t you afraid that by teaching us, we might compete with you for credit?"

Wei Zhaixing laughed heartily, "We’re all contributing to Yunshan, why bother with distinctions? If you surpass me and take the top spot, how about you treat me to a drink?"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt admiration.

As expected of the renowned figure Wei Zhaixing, a leading figure among his peers!

This exquisite thoughtfulness is certainly admirable, but even more praiseworthy is his bold and open-minded attitude, which undoubtedly won him a host of followers.

Just then, a streak of escape light flew over, and a disciple saluted and shouted, "Junior Brother Wei Zhaixing, the Sect Leader urgently summons you!"

The crowd was slightly surprised, and even Wei Zhaixing was taken aback.

Nowadays, as the Yunshan Sect disciples expand, advancing in ranks becomes increasingly difficult and slow. Even with Wei Zhaixing’s talent and wit, he is still only in the Inner Sect Ding Class, although near to Bing Class.

Given how busy the Sect Leader is, what could he possibly need from an Inner Sect Ding Class disciple like himself? And why so urgent?

Captain Yi Nine laughed, "Junior Brother Wei, you should go. Perhaps the Sect Leader wants to accept you as a Direct Disciple!"

Wei Zhaixing naturally knew this was impossible. Although the Sect Leader thought highly of him due to his fair talent, occasionally gave personal guidance, and even offered extra sessions, which made him feel deeply grateful and both excited and warmed.

Nevertheless, the rules are strict and cannot be breached. With his Inner Sect Ding Class status, how could he directly become a Direct Disciple of the Sect Leader?

Yet his heart was beating violently, filled with nervousness and unease. Not daring to delay, he slightly cupped his hands to the crowd and left with the communication senior brother.

Along the way, they passed the Sect Leader’s Courtyard near the Spirit Vein. Wei Zhaixing originally thought he would be taken to the main hall, but instead, they circled outside the main hall and led him to the door of the rear hall.

This place was surrounded by evergreen pines and cypresses, solemn and dignified, with a restrained aura, as this rear hall housed the tablets of the Yunshan Ancestor Master and past Sect Leaders!

Typically, disciples came here to pay respects and offer greetings either when new disciples joined or when Direct Disciples were apprenticed. Why bring me here today?

Could it be... the Sect Leader truly intends to accept me as a Direct Disciple?!

This originally impossible speculation suddenly surged in his mind, and the usually composed Wei Zhaixing found his heart in turmoil, his face flushed, his excitement barely contained.

He felt as if his steps were heavy, standing there motionless.

The communication disciple gently pushed him, "Junior Brother Wei, you should go quickly, the Sect Leader is waiting for you inside."

"Brother, aren’t you coming in?" In the face of this uncontrollable wild fantasy, Wei Zhaixing lost his usual wit.

The disciple shook his head, "The Sect Leader wishes to see you alone, you should hurry."

Being summoned alone... what an honor!

Wei Zhaixing felt as if his feet were soft, he didn’t know how he pushed open the rear hall door and drifted inside, the door promptly closing behind him.

In the light of the Wall Treasure Pearl, Wei Zhaixing immediately spotted Lu Qian.

The magnificent, extraordinary Golden Core Master, our Sect Leader!

"Disciple Wei Zhaixing pays respects to the Sect Leader!"

Lu Qian’s voice seemed to come from a great distance.

"Zhaixing, how long has it been since you joined?"

"Sect Leader, it has been thirteen years since I entered the sect."

Yes, not counting those years as a Spirit Seed receiving education in Lingsha City, it has officially been thirteen years since joining.

In these thirteen years, my love for Yunshan Sect, my admiration for Lu Qian, has increased day by day.

After entering the sect, of all the education materials issued and regularly reviewed, Wei Zhaixing’s favorite has been the story of the fourth generation Sect Leader Lu Qian, leading an exiled group to rebuild the mountain gate, overcoming hardships to reestablish Yunshan Sect in the land of Cangzhou.

Sect Leader Lu Qian and Yunshan Sect’s battles were well-known to Wei Zhaixing, able to recite them fluently.

The image of subduing a Flood Dragon with a flip of the hand, becoming a majestic figure in the apocalyptic Thunder Tribulation, was a commanding presence leading heroes to besiege the Qiming Spirit Monarch.

"Thirteen years, how do you find Yunshan Sect? Are you satisfied here?"

Lu Qian’s question was quite strange, leaving Wei Zhaixing puzzled, but amidst the excitement, he answered loudly, "Disciple is willing to die for our sect!"

"Very well," Lu Qian said solemnly, "Now, step forward and pay respects once more to the ancestors."

"What the future holds, no one can guarantee. But I hope you can always keep the names of the ancestors in your heart, always remember you are a Yunshan disciple."

Wei Zhaixing’s body trembled, his pupils dilated, staring at Lu Qian, feeling a piercing cold rising from his feet, extinguishing all the previous heat and excitement.

He lost his composure, his face pale, trembling, "Sect Leader... what... do you mean by this?"

Lu Qian looked at him with a complex expression.

"Rest assured, it might not be a bad thing for you or for Yunshan."

"Zhaixing, do you remember who gave you that name?"

....

Over an hour later, the five-colored escape light slowed down above Amber Lake in Xinghu County.

Eventually, the light stopped over Jiyang Manor on Huxing Island, revealing the figures of Lu Qian and Wei Zhaixing. The Mountain Protection Grand Array was already activated, and two teams of cultivators were lined up in welcome, ushering Lu Qian and his companion inside.

Waiting at the manor’s gate was an elderly Golden Core Cultivator.

His hair and beard were all white, wrinkles crisscrossed his face, and even his back was slightly hunched, exuding an aura of heavy old age.