"You all go in first, I'll go get the things and then leave." Gu Yifeng instructed Luo Mu and the others. Luo Mu nodded slightly, then he took to the air and flew away on his sword.
Luo Ling'er glanced at Gu Yifeng with some worry in her eyes and said, "I'll go with you."
"No need," Gu Yifeng waved his hand. Although he wasn't sure about Luo Ling'er's strength, he only had five years left to live and had to seize every moment to cultivate and extend his lifespan.
Therefore, he did not let Luo Ling'er accompany him, and flew alone towards the Luo family.
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Deep within the Luo family mansion, a magnificent and opulent structure with countless pavilions, towers, artificial hills, fountains, and intricately carved railings, exuding an air of prosperity, yet at this moment, a chill pervades the area, making it exceptionally quiet.
The central area of the Luo family mansion is the Luo family's council hall. At this moment, the hall is full of people, each with an extraordinary temperament and a cultivation level of the seventh or eighth level of the Yuan Emperor realm. The weakest among them is at the sixth or seventh level, and there are even three peak Yuan Emperor level nine figures.
In addition, some of the Luo family's top talented disciples were also present, such as Luo Mu and Luo Hua.
In the center of the crowd sat an elderly man in a gray robe, his body slightly bent, his legs crossed on the chair. His eyebrows were sparse, and his cloudy eyes were full of the marks of time, revealing a sense of vicissitude, as if he had witnessed endless years of change.
He was none other than Luo Juntian, the patriarch of the Luo family.
"The patriarch has not yet emerged from seclusion?" The Luo family patriarch glanced around and then asked.
"Reporting to the Ancestor, today is already the tenth day, and I'm afraid we'll have to wait another two days," said Luo Bei, the head of the Luo family, in a deep voice.
"Well, let's keep guarding it." The ancestor nodded calmly. He had only just learned about this matter and initially thought it was just the younger generation's foolish behavior, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
“Ancestor, Luo Ling’er is one thing, but Luo Hua is extremely weak and has no talent whatsoever. Why was he allowed to join the Luo family?” An elder couldn’t help but ask.
"This young man is resilient and courageous, and quite bold. Perhaps he can change the current situation of the family." The ancestor's eyes showed admiration.
"But his cultivation level is too low; he can't help the Luo family at all." The elder shook his head and sighed, his tone filled with regret.
“Cultivation is inherently defying the heavens and comes at a price. Since he has chosen the path of cultivation, he must be prepared to endure pain.” The ancestor spoke slowly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and a powerful aura emanating from his body.
The elder paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Luo Hua had once fought with the ancestor, and the ancestor had suppressed him with just his aura, which showed how strong the ancestor was.
"Go and tell the head of the Luo family that if he is willing to accept Luo Hua as a core disciple, he can become one. If he is unwilling to accept him as a disciple, then expel him from the family." The ancestor spoke again, his tone calm, but the moment his words fell, the space suddenly became quiet.
Everyone was deeply shaken, staring in disbelief at the ancestor who was actually going to cripple Luo Juntian's personal disciple for the sake of this junior!
"I'll go right away." The head of the Luo family replied respectfully, then turned and walked out.
The patriarch of the Luo family looked at Luo Hua with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes and said with a smile, "Your parents entrusted you to me back then, hoping that I could raise you well. Now that you are sensible, I can retire with peace of mind."
"Thank you for your guidance, Ancestor!" Luo Hua bowed deeply, tears welling in his eyes, his heart overflowing with gratitude.
His ancestors had shown him immense kindness; without them, he would have died in the wilderness long ago, and would not have achieved his current glory, let alone accomplished anything great.
"Go ahead." The old ancestor waved his hand with a smile, then stood up, turned around, and walked away.
A moment later, his body descended into a quiet courtyard. In the courtyard, an old man in green robes was sitting on a stone bench drinking tea. This man had white hair and an air of otherworldly grace. He seemed to have merged into this world and become one with the void.
"Master," the ancestor called out to the old man in blue, his face showing a hint of humility, clearly showing his great respect for his master.
"Well, is everything settled?" The old man in blue looked up at the ancestor, a gentle smile always on his face, warm and comforting, like a spring breeze, as if one could be captivated by it at first glance.
The ancestor nodded gently and said, "The heads of the families have been notified, and a conclusion will be reached soon."
"Hmm." The old man in blue nodded gently, drank another cup of tea, and leaned back in his chair leisurely, seemingly in no hurry at all.
Seeing this, the ancestor immediately understood the old man in blue's thoughts and said with a smile, "Master doesn't intend to intervene?"
"I won't interfere," the old man in blue said calmly, his tone extremely casual.
"Oh?" The ancestor raised an eyebrow. He vaguely guessed why the old man said that. Although he no longer cared about the family's affairs, he still controlled every move of the Luo family.
"Then I'll go make the arrangements," the old ancestor said, then stepped out and disappeared into the courtyard.
After the Luo family patriarch left, the old man in blue closed his eyes to rest, pondering something. After a long while, he opened his eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
He suddenly felt that this was great; he was no longer confined to this small space and felt free and unrestrained.
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In a mansion belonging to the Luo family, many people were gathered. Luo Zhan, Luo Juntian, Luo Junyu, and Luo Junlei were all present, while on the other side were Luo Hua, Luo Ling'er, Luo Qiu, and other direct descendants of the Luo family.
Before the Luo family members was a huge chessboard pattern, with many rays of light crisscrossing it, which could be clearly seen even from a distance.
Around the chessboard were several men in black robes, all of whom were Emperor-level beings.
The reason for convening this meeting of elders is to discuss how to break this deadlock.
Luo Juntian looked at the chessboard, a solemn expression appearing between his brows, and remained silent.
"Patriarch, how should we solve this game?" an elder asked Luo Zhan, cupping his fists in greeting, his eyes filled with anticipation.
They had studied this chess game for many days without finding a solution; only consulting Luo Juntian might offer a chance.
Luo Junzhan looked at Luo Juntian opposite him and said, "This chess game contains the principles of formations, but with our current level of understanding, it is difficult for us to fully comprehend it."
Upon hearing this, Luo Juntian's eyes revealed a hint of realization. He had guessed that this chess game was not simple, but he did not expect it to be so profound that even a Great Emperor could not understand it. This shows that the person who set up the chess game was of a very high level.
"Does the patriarch have any way to break this deadlock?" the elder continued to press.
"This game is no ordinary game; it is an ancient chess game that has been passed down to this day. It is said that the rules of each game are different, and only by following certain rules can this game be solved," Luo Juntian said.
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