At this moment.
The Qingyuan Sect had undoubtedly become the most dazzling entity in the Ziyang Mansion, with the sunset glow almost stealing the brightness of the moon in the sky.
Ziyang Mansion City.
In an ancient and quaint room, an elderly man, clad in extravagant attire, had his feet resting in the laps of two little maids for warmth. Suddenly, he noticed the window drapery had changed color.
He slowly got up and asked:
“Why is there such dazzling light outside?”
“Report to the Mansion Master, it’s from the Qingyuan Sect.”
“Qingyuan…”
The old man pondered for a moment, his expression shifting numerous times.
“Write a letter inviting Elder Yin Hua from the Rare Beast Peak to come and have a chat at the mansion.”
“Understood…”
The butler agreed but hesitated, wanting to say something more.
“Hmm? Speak if you have something to say.”
“Princess Chu Long… is missing.”
After the butler finished speaking, he was drenched in cold sweat, not daring to meet his master’s gaze, the expression of this esteemed master of the Ziyang Mansion.
After a long moment, a faint voice finally came:
“Dig three feet into the ground, and we must find her.”
“Understood.”
…
Bi Luo Lake.
A boat, resembling a mountain, loomed over the river, not much smaller than the surrounding islands.
Dark flags rustled in the wind, inscribed with:
【Chi Jinghao】
The Chi Jing Gang, one of the three sects of the Ziyang Mansion, was openly considered the weakest of the three.
Its members were a mix of all backgrounds, claiming to have a hundred thousand followers, and behind the scenes, it was unclear how many martial art powers were subtly connected to them.
A burly man with a bushy beard stood at the bow of the ship, his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.
“The Qingyuan Sect must have either gained a rare treasure or unlocked some kind of legacy, right?”
“Boss, I think it’s the latter.”
A green young man, whose face hardly had any hair, spoke up behind.
For some reason, the burly bearded man, the boss of the Chi Jing Gang and a strong martial artist, didn’t contest the green young man’s words.
“The Qingyuan Sect has a long history; it’s surprising they still have legacies appearing.”
“Then this legacy must be extraordinary.”
“The only ones qualified to receive such a legacy would be the pride of heaven. Perhaps they have a chance on the Qianlong List?”
The burly bearded man spoke gravely.
He hoped to elevate the Chi Jing Gang under his leadership and take the helm from the Qingyuan Sect.
This was entirely possible.
After all, Shangguan Wencang was getting old.
“With me here, what’s a little Ziyang Mansion? Even if they give birth to one or two prodigies, can they compare to me?”
The green young man in the red robe licked his lips.
“What you say makes sense.” The worry in the Chi Jing Gang leader’s eyes vanished.
…
In the North Mings Domain.
On a towering mountain, a hundred-story tower seemed to stretch up to touch the sky.
Yantian Sect.
The famed Qianlong List and the Heaven, Earth, and Man rankings all originated from here.
At the tower’s observation deck.
An elderly man with a head of white hair maintained a pose, staring at the sky, not knowing how long it had been.
Suddenly, the corner of her eye twitched, and the frail voice mumbled:
“Originally, it was a chaotic anomaly; why is everything in disarray again?”
She pulled a jade plate from her pocket, on which numerous jade pieces, as small as fingernails, were gradually moving.
As she urged it, the movemement intensified.
Suddenly, it jammed, and the entire jade plate darkened.
Along with it, the old woman’s face turned dim.
“Cough cough cough…”
“Master, what’s wrong?”
“Venus… Venus…”
“Are you referring to the ancestral records about the disturbances of Venus?”
The old woman sighed heavily, and her already waning face appeared even more despondent.
A bright young girl bit her lip, her heart in a tangle.
The Yantian Sect had the ability to comprehend destiny, observing the rise and fall of thousands of nations, even nudging events along.
This included the establishment of Da Yu and the ascension of the Martial Emperor.
The disturbance of Venus indicated something was amiss.
The Yantian Sect was about to lose the ability to see the heavenly secrets.
“Master, the Crown Prince requests an audience.”
Another disciple stepped forward to relay the message.
“Tell him that I will not help find Princess Chu Long; I can’t find her either.”
…
In the Qingyuan Sect.
In light of the great disturbance, the sect’s trials were naturally called off early.
Mainly, the entire Qingyuan Mountain Range, wherever the sunset light shone, saw beasts of all strengths scrambling to flee or lying flat on the ground, shaking in fear.
Continuing the sect’s trials became meaningless.
At Moon Viewing Cliff, a thin old man walked to the cliff’s edge.
Shangguan Wencang still wore that gray hemp robe, looking more like a neighborly farmer than the head of a sect.
“Mansion Master.”
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“Elders.”
The elders snapped out of their shock.
“How long have Ying Bing and Ke Mo been in Qingyuan?”
Shangguan Wencang quietly asked.
“About two hours.”
At this moment, Xue Jing’s face reflected no worry:
“Mansion Master, they must have found a secret location within the Qingyuan Sect, and they should have already gathered the legacy.”
“I… I think so too.”
Han He’s expression was quite entertaining.
It couldn’t be said that Han He’s energy cultivation was poor; the other elders’ expressions were all just as calm.
Ever since the establishment of the Qingyuan Sect, no one had ever had the opportunity to see its true form.
With rays of light shining brightly, illuminating the world.
This was likely a legacy even they could hardly imagine!
The only uncertainty was who had received the opportunity…
Ying Bing?
Or…
“Hahaha, my precious disciple really has brought me glory.”
Shang Wu placed her hands on her hips, her almond eyes reflecting the sparkling sunset colors:
“My disciple has gained the legacy; she will definitely become the Mansion Master in the future.”
“If she becomes the Mansion Master, I will be the Supreme Elder.”
“Then I can spend the sect’s money however I like.”
“Hehe… hehehe…”
Shang Wu wiped the corner of her mouth, overjoyed.
The elders: “…”
Miss, you still don’t know who the legacy will ultimately land on, do you?
Besides, our sect leader is still alive; you’re already scheming about how to stir things up later?
If Shang Wu becomes the Supreme Elder…
The others collectively gasped.
Qian Bufan gravely stated: “For the Mansion Master to utilize the resources of the sect, a vote from the elders of all peaks is still required.”
“I believe that little girl Ying Bing has a greater chance of receiving the legacy,” Elder Han He remarked.
The Elder of the Falling Sunset Peak nodded: “That cry just now should have been from a female.”
Shang Wu: “?”
You can tell the gender merely by the sound?
Xue Jing chuckled, “The legacy could actually be shared by both.”
The sunset light finally flooded the entire Qingyuan.
The two youngsters stepped back onto Moon Viewing Cliff.
Ke Mo wore a bright, satisfied smile.
Ying Bing had a hint of radiance sparkling between her brows, adding a touch of divineness to her already stunning face.
…
Ke Mo’s smile was indeed too radiant.
For a moment, no one could quite tell who had the opportunity.
“Where’s the legacy?”
Shang Wu rushed up to Ke Mo, inspecting him from head to toe, even using her delicate nose to sniff him.
“Not here with me.”
Ke Mo shrugged.
“Then why are you smiling?”
“???”
Not with you?
Everyone shifted their gazes to Ying Bing.
“I indeed obtained a legacy; it is very ancient.”
Ying Bing nodded.
She was aware of the origins of the Nine Colors Original Phoenix.
In everyone’s eyes, she was presumably the first to accept the legacy and should not be too knowledgeable about its origins.
Of course, that didn’t stop the elders’ shock.
Just two words: Ancient.
Advocating for the old and deprecating the new isn’t the way, for instance, techniques might be creatively improved by later generations.
But with legacies, the older, the more precious.
If it had no roots, it would have long vanished in the sands of time; how could it still be passed down to the present day?
“Our Qingyuan Sect is likely to produce a prodigy worthy of the Qianlong List.”
“Qingyuan has a long history, yet countless people have explored with no success; it’s unexpected we could witness this legacy in our lifetime.”
“With such talent and great fortune, Ying Bing’s future achievements will be unthinkable!”
…
Everyone couldn’t hide their sentiments and excitement.
They looked at Ying Bing as though she were a treasure.
But Ying Bing herself merely pressed her lips together, redirecting her gaze to the young man not far away.
She saw him smiling even more happily now.
【Congratulations, Host, your investment in Ying Bing has succeeded, granting her a significant legacy in her life.】
【Would you like to claim the reward?】
The Ice Chunk was basking in the limelight; the little one wasn’t envious in the slightest.
Because just moments ago, he received investment feedback from the system.
If it weren’t for the current situation, he would have been unable to resist claiming it right away.
“I’ll claim it back later… I’ll claim it back later…”
Ke Mo rubbed his hands, eager to return to Qiushui Pavilion.
At this moment, Shangguan Wencang finally slowly spoke:
“Alright, Ying Bing, this opportunity is yours to grasp; there’s no need for anyone to pry into it or speak unnecessarily.”
“From this day forth, Moon Viewing Cliff is sealed.”
