Free Web NovelQingyuan Sect's main hall had never been so lively, but Shangguan Wencang sat on the Sect Master's seat, appearing poised and unafraid, though in truth, he felt quite on pins and needles.
He thought about opening the Dashang Royal Mausoleum, fearing unforeseen complications, which was why he consulted Shang Qinqing on who among Li Mo's trusted acquaintances could be invited as Protectors.
He hadn't expected the entire Eastern Wasteland Region, Yunzhou, and Southern Border to be in such chaos.
It was one thing for people from Hengtong Merchant House to show up, but what was with those assassins from Rain Listening Pavilion?
Damn it, now even the vendors selling candied hawthorns and pancakes outside the mountain gate were giving their goods away for free!
After the pleasantries in the hall, everyone's concern was for Li Mo.
"What method does Qingyuan Sect plan to use? Do you have confidence?"
"If Sect Master Shangguan has a request, please speak frankly."
Everyone's gaze turned to him; after all, they didn't fully understand the actual situation.
"Thank you all for traveling so far."
Shangguan Wencang first bowed to everyone, then spoke frankly and loudly:
"Perhaps you all know a little about Qingyuan Sect's origins, but due to unworthy descendants, our prestige has fallen to this state today."
Some people nodded. There were fragments of information left from the ancient era of gods and demons, and many ancient texts recorded events from the previous dynasty.
Many people knew that Ziyang Prefecture was once the imperial capital of Great Shang.
"Below Qingyuan lies the Dashang Royal Mausoleum."
Shangguan Wencang's honesty was unexpected: "Little Li needs the power of all living beings, and not just ordinary power of all living beings."
"Therefore... we plan to extract the dashang national luck, which is the blessing of our ancestors. This matter involves a great deal, and Qingyuan Sect has long since declined. Unsure if we can withstand the upheaval of the dashang national luck's emergence, we presumptuously invited you all here."
There were many in the Seventh Realm and Sixth Realm present; even if he didn't say it, many would be able to discern it later.
It was better to inform them in advance to prepare them mentally.
This matter, if not weighed, was insignificant, but if weighed, claiming it was rebellion would be hard to explain.
"dashang national luck?"
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The Yao Race didn't know what dashang national luck was, but seeing everyone else so solemn, they also put on serious Faces.
Only the Giant Whale Clan Chief quietly asked, 'Can it be eaten?'
"No °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° wonder such a big commotion was made, bringing us all together."
Gangdou Sect Leader let out a long breath.
"..."
Qingyuan Sect's Elders exchanged glances.
It was a misunderstanding; they just hadn't expected Little Li's Face to be so great.
"Hengyun Sword City will wait here."
"Right, Li Shaoxia's breakthrough, a leap to the heavens. Since we are here to observe, why would we leave halfway?"
"We are here to witness his Major Achievement of the Inner World, and the wondrous sights that will astound the heroes of the world!"
"What is dashang national luck? Didn't Li Shaoxia go into seclusion? I heard some rumor that he was injured, which is simply laughable."
The people in the hall tacitly defined this gathering as... Qunyu Peak. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Following Xue Jing, Li Dalong and Gu Xueqin followed Xue Jing to that simple wooden house.
As soon as they entered, they saw Shang Wu, uncharacteristically not sleeping, sitting quietly with her eyes closed in meditation.
The beautiful woman in plain clothes sat by the bed, like a secluded orchid on an ethereal snowy mountain, noble and cold, her eyes gentle and intelligent.
Seeing Li Dalong and Gu Xueqin, she gave a brilliant smile.
Gu Xueqin, seeing her son covered in injuries, trembled and tried hard not to cry out.
She had never expected her son to achieve greatness; she only wanted him to be healthy and happy... To see him like this now, she regretted listening to Li Dalong and sending her son to Qingyuan Sect for physical training.
"Little Bing'er, how is he... now? How confident are you?"
Li Dalong was not as flustered as his wife, but his palms were clenched white.
"One hundred percent."
"How can anything in the world be perfect? At least... how much?"
Li Dalong suddenly reacted, his sorrowful eyes turning blank.
"Breaking and then establishing, recreating the Inner World, for him, it's an Opportunity that turns misfortune into a blessing. Once he enters the Royal Mausoleum, with the dashang national luck bestowed upon him, he can break through to the Fourth Realm."
Ying Bing's tone was soft and gentle, as if stating a fact.
Little Bing'er was a child who wouldn't lie.
Li Dalong heard this, and half the heavy stone in his heart fell away:
"What happened after the Heavenly Human Trial?"
"After he ascended the throne, he reforged the Celestial Human Divine Sword and forced out the Blood God within..."
Ying Bing brewed tea for the two and recounted what happened in the Tianhuang Domain.
Gu Xueqin tenderly stroked her son's hand.
Li Dalong was moved, but his feelings were even more complex.
The mischievous boy he once had to shield from wind and rain had grown so tall he could no longer see him.
No wonder so many famous people from across the world gathered at Qingyuan Sect; he wondered how his son had taken that monumental step, standing tall against the heavens.
After listening in silence, he believed Ying Bing's confidence completely.
"It's almost time."
Xue Jing suddenly stood at the door.
Shang Wu opened her eyes, smacked her lips, and instinctively reached for her gourd, but after a thought, she merely pulled out the stopper, sniffed it twice, and put it back.
Tang Xiaobao pattered in, lifted Li Mo effortlessly, as if he weighed nothing.
"I'm going."
Ying Bing nodded to the two.
She gently ruffled his head, and her light footsteps, which only revealed a hint of heaviness as she walked out the door, then heavily ruffled the boy with a large head on her waist.
Yes, it was one hundred percent.
But not one hundred and twenty percent; at this crucial moment, she was still inevitably nervous.
Li Dalong and Gu Xueqin did not follow; they knew they couldn't help, so they could only stand at the door and watch.
Rumble—
The ground began to shake.
The ground, covered in moss, with incomplete statues and rubble, slowly opened a door after Shang Wu placed her palm on a certain broken statue, and fire flickered.
Below, a misty haze rose, as if there was light... Bang—
A certain King of Fights, impatient with the slow opening, delivered a kick.
The other side didn't look like a dead, dark royal mausoleum; instead, it seemed to connect the Yin and Yang realms.
There were many Guan Shen statues outside, but even more inside.
Upon sensing someone entering, the statues, some terrifying, some solemn, some majestic, all turned around, their gazes fixed on the entrance.
As if they had come to life.
Not only did they seem alive, but they also didn't seem very friendly.
Anyone who encountered someone kicking down their door would think the visitor had ill intentions, right?
"Audacious madman, who are you?"
"Princess Nanming, Vermilion Bird body."
"..."
The statues seemed to fall silent for a moment, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
After a long while, the voice echoed again: "...You may enter, outsiders may not."
Numerous Guan Shen statues spoke in unison, an ancient majesty rising, giving an undeniable sense of authority.
"Princess, forgive me, this is our ancestor..."
"Hey, why is the Princess moving me?"
"To fill a cesspit. Recently, Qingyuan Sect has many people, and also the Yao Race and such. Since you are so tough, I suppose you wouldn't mind being a little smellier."
"..."
The statues were all remnants of ancient sages, with extremely weak spiritual consciousness.
They would not doubt Shang Wu's identity, even if her actions were completely unbefitting a princess; they only recognized the Southern Bright Vermilion Fire and the Vermilion Bird body.
Well, it was fortunate that their spiritual consciousness wasn't completely absent.
"..."
"Dashang Royal Mausoleum, welcome, honored guests."
