Free Web NovelChapter 287: Chapter 217: Before the Hall of Primordial Beginning, Paying Respects to the Daoist
"Rites must be observed, no matter the circumstance. Junior Brother Pang, please be patient. The three arcane drum rolls have already sounded; the Daoist must be on his way.
"We are True Inheritances. If we are this negligent and disrespectful, those below will follow our example. Sooner or later, the sect’s discipline will crumble."
Pang Zhongwang’s Cultivation was lower than Feng Yuan’s, but he spoke without any restraint, saying with a faint smile:
"Senior Brother Feng, truly worthy of your title as head of the Justice Hall. I merely wanted to take it easy for a moment, and you’re already leveling such a serious accusation against me.
"On the other hand, I’ve heard the Ancestral Master say that in the Demon Dao Dharma Lineage, the strong always come first. Besides Cultivation, everything else is just an empty name."
With that, he looked to Xu Changyou, as if he would march straight into the hall with just a nod from the man.
"Since Junior Brother Pang says the Demon Dao Dharma Lineage puts the strong first, then I’d like to ask for a lesson or two. Let’s test your skills and see which of us is truly the ’stronger one.’"
Yuan Xiao took two steps forward, positioning himself before the hall with a playful, mocking expression on his face.
But the moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Shiyu released a sliver of his Qi Mechanism. A brilliant azure glow erupted around them, surging toward Yuan Xiao with boundless force.
The Master-Disciple lineage and the descendants of the Eight Monarchs were already at loggerheads, and now, neither was willing to give an inch.
Just as they reached a stalemate, Gu Changling paused to think, then let out a booming laugh. He stepped into the standoff, his presence disrupting their Qi Mechanism confrontation like a lone peak suddenly thrusting into the heavens:
"In my view, we should all wait a bit longer for the Daoist."
With each word he spoke, an immense pressure, like a majestic mountain range cleaving through the void, shook the surroundings and slowly forced Feng, Yuan, Pang, and Zhou apart.
Both sides took several steps back, and the confrontational pressure from their Qi Mechanisms slowly dissipated.
Pang Zhongwang sneered:
"Senior Brother Gu, your Cultivation is profound, so your words naturally carry great weight. But I’ve heard that Gen Feng intends to replace its True Inheritance. Having lost the True Monarch’s favor, I wonder if Senior Brother Gu can still hope for any future advancement."
Gu Changling’s expression remained unchanged; he was well aware of the situation. His refusal to refine the Yellow Dragon Gallstone bestowed by the True Monarch had been his way of making his position clear.
’It seems all the benefits that come with being the True Inheritance Gen Feng will no longer be mine.’
"You needn’t concern yourself, Junior Brother Pang. Even if I were to make no further progress, you might not catch up to me even in a hundred years."
His tone was placid, his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if Pang Zhongwang wasn’t worth a second glance.
The tension before Yuanchu Hall was stretched to its breaking point.
Just then, a deep RUMBLE echoed from afar, rapidly growing closer. Everyone turned their heads to look.
A speck of golden light flashed on the horizon. It rapidly unfurled into a dazzling, fiery haze that stretched for miles, as brilliant as the morning sun. A five-colored radiance flowed within it, like a thousand crashing waterfalls, before finally coalescing into the heroic figure of a man in a Daoist Robe.
The man reined in his surging Escape Light, the transition from motion to stillness as fluid as moving clouds and flowing water. Immediately after, an Azure Chi and a Cloud Chi appeared, pulling a massive, unbelievably magnificent carriage that was wreathed in coiling clouds and flickering flames.
Jiang Yi descended with the vehicle, taking a seat within the carriage and sweeping his gaze over the True Inheritances from his elevated position.
He slowly released his supreme-grade True Qi. Golden flames and crimson clouds billowed out, flooding the sky and blanketing the heavens. The sheer force of his presence was in no way inferior to that of the assembled Foundation Establishment True Masters. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
With a placid expression, Gu Changling turned and bowed deeply in salute:
"Greetings, Daoist."
Next, Feng Yuan and Yuan Xiao stepped forward together, saluting in unison:
"Greetings, Daoist!"
Qu Liu’er, the True Inheritance of Kan Feng, also said in a soft, gentle voice:
"Greetings, Daoist!"
Pang Zhongwang glanced at Zhou Shiyu, wanting to hesitate and resist a moment longer, but Xu Changyou, the True Inheritance of Kun Feng, had already filled his lungs and announced his greeting in a loud voice:
"Greetings, Daoist!"
With the tide having turned, the two could only follow suit:
"Greetings, Daoist!"
As the five voices of greeting reached his ears, Jiang Yi sat within the carriage. Supported by his supreme-grade True Qi, he was not overwhelmed by the collective pressure of the Foundation Establishment True Masters’ Qi Mechanisms.
His gaze swept over the crowd as he spoke lightly, "Everyone, dispense with the formalities."
