Chapter 1294: Welcome the Return of Xuanling Patriarch

Next, just like Wu Zihua’s transformation before, Lingqiong also underwent a major transformation.

His long hair that had been fixed with a hairpin was no longer bound. His black hair was scattered casually, moving with the wind. An aura of evil charm and laziness was released instantly, and his tall figure exuded a noble and natural aura.

The casual clothes on his body disappeared and turned into a red robe at a flashing speed.

The beauty in red clothes and long hair, tall and slender, with a handsome face, a faint golden light flashing in her eyes, and a red mole on her forehead, makes her look more enchanting and evil.

"I am the Venerable Xuanling!"

Lingqiong's voice was deep and domineering, shocking the entire Yunshan Mountain.

As soon as he said this, a sharp roar came from the depths of Yunshan Mountain, accompanied by the painful screams of people.

The sound was short and rapid, and disappeared quickly, so fast that it was impossible to catch it.

Ling Qiong frowned slightly, and his beautiful eyes stared deep into the depths of Yunshan Mountain.

It seemed like something there was calling him, crying anxiously and mournfully. Ling Qiong's mind moved, and he flew up, ready to rush into Yunshan.

"Spiritual Sky!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Gu Jin hurriedly called out to him.

Lingqiong's departing figure paused.

"The eighteenth generation disciple of the Qingyun Sect, Wu Zihua greets his uncle!"

Wu Zihua knelt on the ground respectfully and bowed deeply, without any reluctance as before.

"Qingyun Sect disciple Wu Gan greets Venerable Xuanling and respectfully welcomes the return of the ancestor!"

Wu Gan knelt on the ground with his father and bowed deeply.

"Qingyun Sect disciples..."

The other Qingyun Sect disciples also knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully.

Their expressions were surprised and complicated, but more of them were filled with fear and trepidation.

They actually attacked the ancestor. The thousand-year-old Soul Seeker was already the number one in the spiritual world.

Nowadays, the number of cultivators is declining, and the spiritual world of thousands of years ago is no longer the same as it used to be. In this era of scarce spiritual energy, their ancestor is undoubtedly still the number one person in this world.

I just hope that Venerable Xuanling can forgive their previous insolence and lead the sect to prosper.

For so many years they have been hiding at the foot of Yunshan Mountain, not daring to enter the world, just because they are waiting for the ancestor to return.

The Qingyun Sect can only shine brighter in the hands of Venerable Xuanling.

Lingqiong was floating in the void. He slowly turned around and looked down at Gu Jin who was standing on the ground.

Meeting her worried eyes, Ling Qiong's originally solemn expression gradually relaxed because of the expression Gu Jin unconsciously revealed, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips.

"Girl, follow me."

Lingqiong stretched out his slender, white and beautiful hand, with a gentle aura around him.

His expression was gentle and doting, and his eyes were full of affection.

Staring at the hand reaching out from the void, Gu Jin hesitated for a moment, then lightly tapped his toes and flew away, arriving next to Lingqiong.

She put her hand into the big, slender, white hand.

Lingqiong held Gu Jin's hand as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world.

He looked down at the disciples of Qingyun Sect who were kneeling on the ground, and his sight finally fell on Wu Zihua.

"Everyone, get up. Wu Zihua is activating the Yunshan Formation. I am going into the mountain!"

"yes!"

Wu Zihua stood up immediately.

He ignored his son and the disciples of Qingyun Sect behind him and flew to the three connected ancient trees on the waist of Yunshan Mountain.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wu Zihua stretched out his right index finger and middle finger and gently stroked his outstretched left hand.

The spiritual energy cut through the flesh, and bright red color slowly dripped down. Wu Zihua immediately pressed the bleeding wound against the ancient tree.

Next, everyone saw a magical scene.

The three connected dry ancient trees suddenly came alive. The dry branches gradually turned green and grew lush green leaves.

The trees were sucking Wu Zihua's blood at a crazy speed, and Wu Zihua's face turned pale.

While providing blood supply, he urged his spiritual power to cast a spell on another ancient tree opposite the three ancient trees.

The four ancient trees seemed to have a medium and responded instantly.

The trees began to shake wildly, even without any wind, and Wu Zihua took the opportunity to get away from the danger.

There was a powerful force surging between the four ancient trees. The white light entangled together and burst into dazzling light.

Ling Qiong and Gu Jin were floating in the void. When the dazzling light was emitted, Ling Qiong reached out and covered the eyes of the people around him.

The powerful force entangled between the four ancient trees seemed to have consciousness and flew straight towards the formation.

All that was heard was a huge roar, the sound was harsh and shocking to the soul.

Wu Zihua spat out a large mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his sleeve in a panic, and walked forward a few steps with the support of his son Wu Gan.

He knelt on the ground politely, and said respectfully, "Uncle Master, the formation has been activated. The old master is on the mountain. He has been waiting for you for seven hundred years."

Ling Qiong lowered his eyes and frowned tightly.

Wu Rong is a cultivator at the Spiritualization Stage, with a lifespan of ten thousand years. If nothing had happened to him, he would never have handed over the Qingyun Sect to a disciple who had just stepped into the Golden Core Stage.

He pointed at Wu Zihua, and a golden light flew away.

Wu Zihua had lost too much blood and his body was a little weak, but after the golden light hit him, his body recovered at the fastest speed.

Feeling the power filling his body, he was stunned and kowtowed respectfully: "Thank you, Uncle Master!"

Ling Qiong said in a deep voice: "Tell me what has happened in the past thousand years, what happened to Junior Brother Wu Rong, and why the Qingyun Sect has fallen to this point!"

"Disciple obeys your command!"

Wu Zihua stood up and replied to Lingqiong in the shortest words.

"For the past thousand years, Master has followed the instructions of Uncle Master and led the Qingyun Sect to hide and no longer enter the world. I only know that Master has been busy with the tasks you assigned. Three hundred years ago, Master encountered trouble and began to retreat due to poor health. This retreat lasted for three hundred years. Master said that three hundred years is enough time for you to show up."

Ling Qiong's face was gloomy, and the light in his eyes was dim.

In other words, it was his orders that the Qingyun Sect fell to its current state.

Junior Brother Wu Rong had to practice in seclusion because he encountered a lot of trouble due to the task he assigned to him.

If it was just a minor problem, he believed that his junior brother who had reached the Spirit Transformation Stage would be able to solve it.

After three hundred years of seclusion, he must have been seriously injured.

It's all because of him, but Lingqiong doesn't remember it at all.

"You lead the way!"

He decided to go up the mountain and take a look first.

"Disciple obeys your command!"

Wu Zihua flew up with his disciples and led the way.

Gu Jin also left with Lingqiong.

Before leaving, she told Linda and others to stay where they were.

Even if the Darwin family's psychics can keep up with their speed, this is the Qingyun Sect after all, and outsiders who enter will always be excluded.

…

Deep in the Yunshan Mountains, there is the Qingyun Sect.

This majestic, antique, and magnificent palace is empty and silent.

From a side hall not far away, there was a painful roar.

Just by listening to the sound, you can feel the pain of the disabled man, hoarse and unbearable.

In the side hall, a man in white was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, sweat all over his forehead, and a hoarse hissing sound coming from his mouth.

His white shirt was open, revealing a bloody mess on his chest, but if you looked closely, there was nothing there.

The man actually has no heart.

(End of this chapter)