Chapter 856 - 407: The Grand Ceremony of Accepting a Disciple! The Tribulation Arrives (Part 2)

Chapter 856: Chapter 407: The Grand Ceremony of Accepting a Disciple! The Tribulation Arrives (Part 2)

"Taoist Brother Gu, could you do me a favor and let go of grudges until this matter is settled here?"

"Alright."

Gu Yinxia pondered briefly and then nodded.

This is Zhenwu Mountain, surrounded by countless experts, and in his eyes, both Zhang Fan and Ge Shuangxiu are destined to fail.

"Just you wait." Zhang Fan said coldly.

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

Clang... Clang...

At this moment, a series of bell tolls resounded, echoing from the depths of Purple Sky Palace, reverberating throughout Zhenwu Mountain.

"Midnight has passed, the utmost yin births yang, the time has come."

At this moment, inside and outside Purple Sky Palace, shadows moved, everyone looking in the same direction.

Among these crowds, Zhang Fan saw many familiar faces.

From Zhongnan Mountain, An Wuyang stood beneath the corridor and caught sight of Zhang Fan from afar, giving him a quick glance like water passing without a trace.

From Laojun Mountain, the brothers Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang waved to Zhang Fan from afar.

From Maoshan, after seeing the elders, Fang Changle also came over.

And many others, Wang Qingshan and Wang Qinglian from the Wang Family...

Ge Chang’an and Ge Fuyao from the Ge Family...

All these people were from major sects and cultivation families, now gathered together to witness the style of Pure Yang Zhenren’s last closed-door disciple.

"It’s really not you. I always thought the disciple favored by Transcendent Zhenren was you." Fang Changle couldn’t help but lament.

"Old Zhang wasn’t favored, and who knows if this closed-door disciple has three heads or six arms." Qi Dongqiang couldn’t help but say.

"After all, it’s the closed-door disciple of Transcendent Zhenren, show some respect." Qi Delong reminded.

"Burn incense, salute, and offer at the altar."

At this moment, a high-pitched voice echoed.

In a Daoist sect ceremony, they choose an auspicious day, set up a magic altar, offer incense, flowers, and fruits, chant sutras, pay respects to the Ancestral Master, and take refuge in the Three Treasures: Dao, Sutra, and Master.

Almost at the same time, the chanting of sutras reverberated in Purple Sky Palace, lingered like mystical sound, echoed above Zhenwu Mountain, and fell into the serene night.

"Open my mystical court, enter my technique."

Moments later, the chanting briefly paused, and another high-pitched voice sounded.

Almost at the same time, the main gate of Purple Sky Palace opened.

Eyes converged from all directions, everyone awaited this moment, hoping to witness the last disciple of Pure Yang Zhenren in the world.

Buzz...

The ancient door slowly opened, and a figure appeared in everyone’s sight.

It was a woman whose natural beauty couldn’t be hidden even without makeup, wearing a yellow crown, a long robe, and round-toed black shoes.

"How... how is it her?" Ge Shuangxiu exclaimed as he looked at the woman’s face.

Fang Changle, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang... everyone looked at her and then at Zhang Fan.

At this moment, Zhang Fan gazed at the graceful figure emerging from Purple Sky Palace, stunned.

"Miaoyin!?"

He had imagined countless possibilities, but never did he think that it would be Li Miaoyin stepping out of that ancient palace and temple, out from the gates of Purple Sky Palace.

At this moment, Li Miaoyin, dressed in Kun Dao attire, was even more breathtaking.

Under the lights, Li Miaoyin saw Zhang Fan from afar, and as she turned back suddenly, there he was in the dim illumination.

She looked at Zhang Fan’s expression, her mouth almost unable to contain a smile, as she had waited a long time for this moment, for the moment of Zhang Fan’s astonished face.

Yet this was her day of joy, and maintaining solemnity, Li Miaoyin ultimately suppressed her laughter and merely mouthed a silent message to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan glanced over and understood immediately.

"Fool!"

"Gosh, am I seeing things? Is Transcendent Zhenren’s closed-door disciple your wife?" Fang Changle blinked and gave Zhang Fan a sharp jab.

Zhang Fan, feeling nothing, seemed to have only Li Miaoyin in his eyes.

Since getting to know her until now, all past experiences seemed like dreams right at this moment.

"Your Zhang Family’s ancestral tomb must be producing smoke." Ge Shuangxiu couldn’t help but say.

The last disciple of Pure Yang Zhenren in the world, how special and cherished she must be!

"Zhenwu’s line of transmission, one pillar of true incense transcends the mundane."

The high-pitched voice echoed once more, hovering above Purple Sky Palace.

As the words fell, the candles on the altar flared up, and immediately, a wisp of incense descended from the sky, landing in Purple Sky Palace.

"Transcendent Zhenren!?" Everyone’s spirits tensed.

This wisp of incense was directly transmitted by Transcendent Zhenren, with personal ties, leading with fire, disciples need to follow the incense step by step to Zhenwu Mountain’s Golden Summit, enter Zhenwu Hall, symbolizing "Incense and Candle Inheritance."

Buzz...

At that moment, a rainbow light rose from Li Miaoyin’s Spirit Platform, entwining that wisp of incense.

This was her Primordial Spirit, inheriting incense and candle, entering Zhenwu.

"Respect, bow to Zhenwu!"

As the chant ended, the bell in Purple Sky Palace rang loudly.

Flowers scattered chaotically, a trail of firelight slowly lit up along the mountain paths of Zhenwu Mountain, Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit tied to that wisp of incense, walked towards the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain.

Once she steps on the Golden Summit, entering the Zhenwu Hall, she would officially become the Closed-door Disciple of Transcendent Zhenren.

"Come on, it’s your wife’s big day, you must follow all the way." Ge Shuangxiu teased.

"What’s that talk."

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, yet his pace was faster than everyone else.

...

At this moment, the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain.

Inside Zhenwu Hall, it was already crowded, tonight, almost everyone standing here was a master of a mountain, a leader of a family, standing at the highest level of the Daoist Sect.

Qi Yun Mountain Sect Leader Mo Rancun, Zhongnan Mountain Sect Leader Zhou Kong Zen, Sanqing Mountain Sect Leader Tong Miaoguan, Lao Mountain Sect Leader Li Chengge, Mao Mountain Sect Leader Chen Zhuqing, all came in person.

Among the Ten Great Daoist Mountains, although the Sect Leaders of Laojun Mountain, Kongtong Mountain, and Qingcheng Mountain did not come personally, they presented congratulatory gifts and sent Celestial Master Level figures, showing their importance.

"Transcendent Taoist Brother, you have really accepted a good disciple."

Among the crowd, an elderly person spoke. His voice was hoarse, his hair graying, but his face seemed merely in the forties.

This was the Sanqing Mountain Sect Leader Tong Miaoguan.

Such a figure, even standing atop the summit, without stepping out of his house, could travel divinely to all directions, naturally capable of seeing everything within Purple Sky Palace.

Li Miaoyin naturally instantly entered the discerning eyes of these big shots.

"Old Chu always accomplishes what common people cannot." Mao Mountain Sect Leader Chen Zhuqing said with a light laugh.

Among these big shots, he had the best relationship with Chu Chaoran, their friendship tracing back to their youth.

Once those words were spoken, a faintly smiling expression appeared on the faces of everyone.

Closed-door Disciple, they vaguely remembered many years ago, Chu Chaoran had taken one before, and that scene was quite grand, the door could be shut and opened again, only such a figure as the Pure Yang Zhenren could achieve such a thing.

"Eat well, drink well." Chu Chaoran merely smiled slightly, casually courteously saying.

"Eat less, drink less."

He then added a sentence.

"Master..."

At this moment, a light call sounded within the hall, among the crowd, Taoist Pojie came forward.

"Pojie, what are you doing? Stand down!"

Liu Nanxu frowned, said in a low voice.

In such a setting, he was not qualified to stand beside Chu Chaoran, let alone Pojie, according to logic, he should not even appear in the hall.

Yet he had long served Chu Chaoran, so no one paid much mind.

"Master, today is your auspicious day of accepting a disciple, someone has entrusted me to present a grand gift to you."

As he spoke, Taoist Pojie walked up to Chu Chaoran, bowed down, and took out a silk box from his bosom.

All present exchanged glances, showing an expression rich with meaning.

Disciple affection is indeed good, but what is today’s occasion?

Such moves are honestly out of manners.

Chu Chaoran looked down, gazing at Taoist Pojie, his eyes revealing a tint of compassion.

His gaze lightly moved, landing on that silk box, which astonishingly bore an odd symbol of a hand holding a coffin.

"Coffin Lifting Association!" Chu Chaoran murmured softly.

With just one glance, the brow of Qi Yun Mountain Sect Leader Mo Rancun nearby twitched dramatically.

"Child, stand down."

Chu Chaoran took the silk box, watched as Taoist Pojie retreated to the side, and then opened it.

Inside the exquisite box laid a piece of Talisman, an ancient and mysterious Talisman.

"Chu Chaoran, your time of tribulation has come!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice eerily echoed within Zhenwu Hall, and the next moment, that ancient and mysterious Talisman soared skyward, terrifying phenomena as Heaven and Earth Unite, intertwining Chu Chaoran.

That Talisman, its red script and jade characters, glimmering with precious light, all creation as if entering chaos, all beings as if returning to silence.

"This is..."

"Ten Thousand Evils Tribulation Aspect! The last Ten Thousand Evils Tribulation Aspect left by Zhang the Second."

From afar, Mo Rancun exclaimed involuntarily.