Chapter 54 My Junior Brother's Happy Life (Part Twelve) My Junior Brother, Here I Come...

"Tell me, what exactly is going on here?" Tianyuan Sect Master You Songgan looked at Elder Wudao, who was gritting his teeth and trying his best to prevent demonic energy from escaping from the private room. A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, and he directly questioned the two disciples.

Upon seeing this, the two disciples immediately knelt down. The disciple who had delivered the message to You Songgan crawled forward on his knees, his voice trembling as he said, "Reporting to the Sect Master, five days ago, we accompanied Senior Brother Li Xuanzhi through Chang Le City. Senior Brother Li heard that there was an auction of a Dharma robe personally handled by Master Lou Jing in the city, so he took us to stay for a few days. We were originally staying at the Yunlai Inn next to Miaoyin Tower, but Senior Brother Li said that Miaoyin Tower was built by the water and had an excellent location, which he thought would be beneficial for breaking through realms, so we..."

Before the disciple could finish speaking, You Songgan slammed his fist on the table: "Don't give me this useless talk! Get to the point!"

"Disciple knows his mistake!" The disciple kowtowed several times earnestly to admit his error, carefully summarizing the key points: "At the auction, Senior Brother Li competed with a mysterious person for that robe, and the other party ultimately won it with a high price of 200,000 spirit stones. Senior Brother Li was depressed, so he brought us to this Miaoyin Pavilion to listen to music and drink. Later, Senior Brother Li had important business and went into a private room alone, so we waited and guarded outside this door. Around 1:00 AM, that mysterious person pushed open the door of this private room and came out. We were surprised and hurriedly went in to check, only to find that True Person Wudao was also here, and had already fallen into demonic possession..."

"What important matter does Li Xuanzhi have that requires you to stay outside? Is he meeting someone?" You Songgan asked.

“This…” the disciple stammered, “Senior Brother Li has brought a beauty with him, so it is inconvenient for us to ask.”

"Fine! Fine! The sect trained you to improve your cultivation and gain experience everywhere! And what have you done? You've followed him and messed around recklessly! It's outrageous! Where is Li Xuanzhi?" You Songgan was furious and slammed his fist on the table as he questioned him.

"Sect Leader... Zhi'er, Zhi'er has been murdered!" Elder Wudao could no longer suppress the demonic energy surging within his body, so he simply gave up suppressing it, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and uttered each word clearly.

"Wu Dao, how are you?" Upon hearing the voice behind him, You Songgan quickly stepped forward and supported Wu Dao's slender waist. He then used his spiritual energy to carefully disperse the demonic energy within Wu Dao's body.

"My cultivation realm is completely destroyed today. If I were to dispel this demonic energy, I fear I would never be able to cultivate again." A faint layer of tears welled up in Elder Wudao's eyes, and an indescribable sorrow appeared between his brows.

"Don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, no one can bully you." You Songgan felt great heartache and carefully pulled Elder Wudao into his arms to comfort him gently.

Upon hearing these words, the two disciples wished they could bury their heads in the floor.

"Sect Leader, cough cough... You must avenge Zhi'er's death by crushing her bones to ashes. If this grudge is not avenged, I will never have peace in this life!" Elder Wudao said sorrowfully, his hands tightly gripping You Songgan's strong forearm.

"Alright, alright, don't worry. From today onwards, all you need to do is recover well. Leave the matter of avenging your disciple to me." You Songgan glanced at the two disciples, then directly sealed their five senses with a flick of his sleeve before gently comforting them.

"Sect Leader, that person's cultivation is profound. He was able to subdue me in one move, so he must be at least one realm higher than me. I am currently at the early stage of Nascent Soul, while this person is very likely to have reached the Deity Transformation stage. Sect Leader, you must be careful," Wudao said.

"He's already reached the Nascent Soul stage? Do you know how old this boy is?" You Songgan pondered for a moment, then frowned.

"Since this person is Elder Qin's disciple from the Qingyun Sect, he must be no more than a hundred years old. Qin Muqing was only a little over a hundred years old when he passed away. His disciple must be younger than him, not older," Elder Wudao analyzed.

"Hiss... a Nascent Soul stage cultivator in less than a hundred years? If we didn't have a grudge against this kid, our Tianyuan Sect would definitely have sent someone to win him over." You Songgan sighed.

"Sect Leader, you are now at the late Nascent Soul stage. If you wish to avenge Zhi'er, we need to discuss this in detail." Elder Wudao narrowed his eyes.

"Wu Dao, tell me in detail about the entanglements between this boy and Li Xuanzhi," You Songgan whispered in Wu Dao's ear, his hand caressing the elder's smooth waistline.

Elder Wudao lowered his head slightly, almost grinding his teeth to powder, but he didn't move. He obediently nestled in You Songgan's arms and recounted the grudges and entanglements between Li Xuanzhi and Song Ce.

"You just said that you personally witnessed that person imprisoning and torturing Baiyun Sect's Elder Mi inside the cauldron?" You Songgan's subordinate paused, his brows furrowing suddenly.

"That's right. When he burned Zhi'er to ashes, he took out the cauldron and showed it to me with my own eyes. Moreover, he crushed a Shadow-Locking Pearl, and the image left inside was a record of him crushing Yun Songzi's Nascent Soul. Sect Leader, after thinking about it carefully, I believe that his actions were intended to intimidate our Tianyuan Sect and prevent us from making any rash moves," Elder Wudao said through gritted teeth.

"Have you forgotten that our Tianyuan Sect still has an ancestor to protect the world?" You Songgan's fingertips gently brushed against Elder Wudao's pale cheek. "Even if, as you say, he is at the Nascent Soul stage, could he possibly defeat our sect's ancestor, the Ruler Sword Venerable?"

"But... isn't our ancestor traveling around?"

“I naturally have a way to contact the ancestor. This matter cannot be handled by our Tianyuan Sect alone; we must also bring down the Baiyun Sect. Now that their Yun Songzi has just been killed by this person, with both old and new grudges combined, Qing Sui’s resentment is only growing. I need to make a trip to the Baiyun Sect as soon as possible in the next two days.” You Songgan paused, then continued to ask, “Where is that person now?”

"According to the two disciples, that person left with the people from the Qingyun Sect. He must have gone to the Qingyun Sect, since his master is a nominal elder of the Qingyun Sect," Elder Wudao said.

"That makes things easier. Even if his cultivation is high, he probably can't fight against so many people alone. Even if he wants to retreat, there's still the Qingyun Sect. He can run away from the monk, but can he run away from the temple?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Wudao abruptly raised his head. The black jade hairpin in his hair slipped from his hair and fell onto their overlapping wide sleeves with barely a sound. "Sect Leader, you mean..."

"Of course, we should unite all the sects to hold this person accountable. It is permissible to plunder the things that come out of the secret realm. This is something that all cultivators on the continent have tacitly agreed to. If he wants to break the rules, then he should be prepared to be targeted by all the cultivators on the continent." You Songgan said with a faint smile.

At that moment, the full moon hung high outside the window, illuminating Elder Wudao's suddenly bright eyes. For the first time, he leaned closer to Yousonggan, his body weakened by demonic energy, and asked in a low voice, "Sect Master, should we still... contact the Ancestor?"

“Of course, we must make full preparations so that we can be prepared for any eventuality.” You Songgan bent down slightly, picked up the black jade hairpin from his wide sleeve, and gently inserted it back into Elder Wudao’s hair. “You don’t need to worry, I’ll take care of everything.”

"Thank you so much, Sect Leader, for avenging Zhi'er!" Elder Wudao said gratefully.

"Between you and me, why talk of thanks?" You Songgan glanced at the two disciples whose five senses had been sealed, flicked his finger, and the two suddenly convulsed. Soon after, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

"Sect Leader, this is..."

"It's alright." You Songgan gently straightened Elder Wudao's clothes. "They saw things they shouldn't have seen. As the sect leader, I naturally have the obligation to send them to paradise as soon as possible. Tomorrow, I will personally go to Baiyun Sect."

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Inside Qingyun Gate.

Master Yihua personally led Song Ce and Qin Nian'an to Zizai Peak, where Qin Muqing had once resided. Just as Lan Ying had said, the peak was meticulously maintained by disciples at regular intervals. After arranging everything, Master Yihua and his disciples departed.

The two brothers first burned incense and washed their hands, then earnestly paid their respects to Qin Muqing and Lin Wan. As dusk settled over Zizai Peak, Qin Nian'an's faint sorrow had dissipated, and he began to wander around the peak, trying to find traces of his father and mother's existence.

"Brother, come and see!" Qin Nian'an held an old wooden box in both hands and handed it to Song Ce as if it were a treasure: "I found this in that little house with the words 'Treasure Pavilion' written on it!" Song Ce, who was wiping the long table, was also a little curious when he saw this. He washed his hands, dried the water droplets, and took the wooden box.

On the lid of this wooden box, four characters are crookedly carved: "Birthday Blessing".

This item was actually carved by the original owner of this body, who had just started learning to write, with a carving knife, stroke by stroke, when Qin Muqing had just adopted her.

Song Ce gently brushed away the dust from the wooden box, carefully opened it, and inside was a faded red ribbon.

Qin Nian'an stood on tiptoe, gripping the edge of the table, and looked at what her brother was taking out of the wooden box. She asked curiously, "Brother, what is this?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ce smiled and said, "This is a tassel tied to the hilt of the spirit sword. Because it is red in color and shaped like a ribbon, it is called the Red Tassel."

"Brother, is this Father's red sash?" Qin Nian'an asked curiously.

"I suppose so!" Song Ce carefully placed the red ribbon back into the wooden box and led Qin Nian'an to put the old items back in their original places.

The moment Song Ce put the old things back, his state of mind loosened, and the spiritual power around him instantly burst out, causing Zizai Peak to shake violently.

Qin Nian'an staggered as she was thrown by her brother's powerful spiritual energy. Seeing this, Song Ce knew something was wrong and, despite the pain, made a hand seal to steady Qin Nian'an.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Qin Nian'an looked at Song Ce, who was enveloped in golden spiritual energy, with a panicked expression, her voice trembling with tears: "Brother, brother!"

Sensing the surge of spiritual energy on Zizai Peak, Master Yihua and the elders rushed over with solemn expressions. They happened to see Qin Nian'an reaching out to touch the golden spiritual energy barrier. Master Yihua, disregarding the wind that had smeared his beard, quickly cast a binding spell and pulled Qin Nian'an into his arms.

"Let me go, I want to find my brother!" Qin Nian'an pouted, tears streaming down her face.

"My little darling! Don't go! Your brother is about to advance in rank!"

Master Yihua quickly led everyone away. Just then, Elder Duming behind him changed his expression drastically and said urgently, "Sect Leader, look at the sky. Am I getting old and my eyes are failing me? How come I counted eighty-one heavenly lightning tribulations?"

"What?" Master Yihua looked up abruptly, counting several times in disbelief: "That's right! It really is eighty-one!"

The members of Qingyun Sect felt their legs go weak when they saw Song Ce sitting in meditation. This seemingly ordinary fellow Daoist Jun Ming had actually reached the peak of the Integration stage. If he could withstand the eighty-one heavenly tribulations today, he could directly pass the tribulation and advance to the Mahayana stage.

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Author's Note: Desperate Straight Man Elder: Don't come any closer!

Next, the car is about to transform into a Mahayana patriarch, do you know why? Because it's got its mother's license plate on it, haha.