Chapter 192 The Reappearance of Whip Technique
The Third Elder stroked his beard and recalled, "Of course I remember. A thousand years ago, on the shores of the East Sea, a goddess came riding the waves with a whip in her hand..."
He suddenly widened his eyes halfway through his sentence, "Could it be that 'a crimson light like lightning, riding the waves' refers to the goddess?"
“Indeed.” The elder nodded slowly. “According to the clan’s history, the weapon used by the goddess was a divine whip, ‘scarlet as blood, and wielded like thunder.’”
"Absurd!" The Fourth Elder slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "A thousand years ago, it's hard to tell what's real and what's not. How can we take it seriously? It's probably just some charlatan who heard a few words from somewhere and dares to come to my Zhong family to swindle people!"
"That's right. For thousands of years, the goddess has never appeared again, nor has anyone heard of her having a disciple. If she really had a disciple, why would she not appear for thousands of years and wait until now? This matter is strange."
"In my opinion, he's most likely a charlatan; we should just kick him out!"
"No." The Grand Elder raised his hand to stop him.
He pondered for a long time before finally raising his hand to signal, "Please invite him in for a chat. Whether it's true or false, I will make my own judgment."
The hall door slowly opened, and a figure in pure white stepped into the dappled light and shadow.
The elders all looked astonished. They had subconsciously assumed that the "disciple of an old friend" would be a venerable old man, but they never expected her to be such a young woman.
Zhong Zhengming was visibly shaken.
The newcomer was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a signature crape myrtle wood sword hanging at his waist. He was none other than Lu Yao, the "Millennial Internet Access" anchor they had just been discussing!
"It was her..."
Zhong Zhengming's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat seeped from his back.
If this woman is indeed a disciple of the goddess lineage recorded in the clan's history, then her ability to break through to the Integration Stage in the Dharma-ending Age when spiritual energy is depleted has a reasonable explanation.
Jealousy gnawed at Zhong Zhengming's heart like a venomous snake.
The goddess may have left her countless rare and precious treasures.
No wonder she was able to easily surpass the level she had cultivated for decades...
"Director Zhong seems quite surprised by my arrival?" Lu Yao glanced at him with a half-smile.
Zhong Zhengming's fist, hidden in his sleeve, was clenched so tightly it turned white.
On what grounds?
Why is it that this little girl can receive the goddess's true teachings?
The elders were displeased to see that she had no expression and neither bowed nor greeted them.
The Third Elder snorted coldly and slammed his teacup heavily on the table.
Ignoring the hostility around her, Lu Yao focused her gaze solely on the Grand Elder in charge: "It seems that the Elder has not completely forgotten my master."
The First Elder's gaze was deep. "The Zhong family has remembered the kindness of our deceased friend for generations. However... as a thousand years have passed, we can only glean fragments of information about that person from tattered ancient texts. Young friend, you claim to be a successor, but what proof do you have?"
Lu Yao raised her hand, and a long, black whip slid out from her sleeve.
It was a magical artifact borrowed from the Lingxiao Sect.
I haven't practiced whip techniques for a long time, so my skills may have become a bit rusty.
If Chu Xuanji were to see this, she would surely reprimand her for being lazy.
However... it's more than enough to deal with these people in front of me.
"Watch closely."
Before she finished speaking, her long whip moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying the force of wind and thunder as it went straight for Zhong Zhengming.
In an instant, the whip flashed like blood, with the force of a thunderbolt.
Zhong Zhengming's expression changed drastically. His spiritual power surged as he tried to break free, but he was held firmly by the long whip like a trapped beast, his face turning bright red.
The room erupted in uproar.
"Insolence!" the Fourth Elder roared. "How dare you act so wildly on my Zhong family's territory!"
Lu Yao flicked her wrist, and the long whip retracted like a nimble snake.
She stroked the whip and said softly, "How is the first move of 'Nine Transformations of Crimson Scales'? Is this whip technique consistent with what is recorded in your history?"
Zhong Zhengming staggered and fell to the ground, clutching the red marks on his neck, his eyes surging with resentment and shame.
The dignified director of the paranormal affairs office was publicly humiliated in front of his own people!
"Excellent whip technique..." The Grand Elder tried to remain calm, but his withered fingers trembled uncontrollably. "However..."
He swallowed hard. "We truly have no chance to witness the whip techniques from a thousand years ago..."
Lu Yao lightly stroked her long whip and let out a cold laugh: "I came here today not to prove anything to you."
Her eyes flashed like lightning as she slowly swept over everyone present. "It's not that I want to retrieve the items left behind by my master."
"W-what object?"
The Fourth Elder tried to remain calm, but his voice trembled involuntarily.
The elders exchanged glances, their foreheads glistening with sweat.
They all thought of the family's treasure enshrined in the secret chamber of the ancestral hall.
Lu Yao took in everyone's expressions and curled her lips into a mocking smile: "It seems that a thousand years have not made the Zhong family forget the roots of their wealth."
With a flick of her wrist, the long whip pointed towards the ancestral hall like a venomous snake's tongue. "Do you want me to go get it myself, or will you obediently hand it over?"
The Grand Elder's face turned deathly pale instantly.
Those ancestral precepts that had been deliberately forgotten now clearly surfaced in my mind:
"This item is temporarily stored with the Zhong family and does not belong to you."
The scenes depicted in the clan history...
On a stormy night, the goddess returned with an unusually anxious expression.
When she solemnly handed a pitch-black box to her ancestor, her voice was filled with unprecedented gravity:
"This matter is of utmost importance, and I entrust it to the Zhong family for the time being. If I... fail to return, the seal must be reinforced every hundred years by the direct bloodline, and it is imperative that it not be allowed to reappear in the world."
For thousands of years, the Zhong family outwardly followed ancestral teachings, but in secret they had already opened the black box and seized the power of the Earthly Fiends Reversed Heaven Book for their own use.
Although the Zhong family did not dare to practice the evil arts in the "Book of Earthly Fiends and Heavenly Inversions", they still earned the reputation of "upright and righteous family" in the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) by using the pressure it exuded to deter evil spirits.
His trembling gaze turned toward the ancestral hall, as if he could already see the decline of the Zhong family after losing the evil book.
Those enemies who have been intimidated for years will surely flock to the scene, and the Zhong family's foundation may be destroyed in an instant.
No... absolutely not...
A dark current surged in the Elder's cloudy eyes.
He secretly pondered: Although this girl in front of him had received the true teachings of the goddess, she was ultimately all alone.
This is the foundation upon which the Zhong family has built its fortune for thousands of years! If the entire clan were to unite...
A ruthless glint flashed in the elder's eyes.
He stood up shakily, a fake smile plastered on his face: "It should be returned to its rightful owner."
Before he finished speaking, his left hand, hidden in his sleeve, had already quietly formed a hand seal.
The other elders understood and secretly reached for their personal magical artifacts.
Zhong Zhengming's breathing suddenly became heavy, and a greedy glint flashed in his eyes.
If we can resolve the issue with Lu Yao here, we can obtain the secret treasures passed down from the goddesses within her…
"Please come with me."
The second elder pretended to lead the way, his body hunched over, and three bone-piercing nails gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light between his withered, twig-like fingers.
The Third Elder's whisk inadvertently brushed against Lu Yao's clothes, and the Soul-Locking Silk hidden among the thousands of silver threads quietly wrapped around her.
The Fourth Elder was three steps behind, and the Heart-Eating Palm Force gathered in his palm had been pushed to its full strength.
The elder's wide sleeves fluttered without wind, and the sound waves from the ancient bronze bells silently awakened the centuries-old killing formation within the ancestral hall.
The crowd appeared to respectfully escort Lu Yao through the winding corridor, but in reality, they had formed a tight net.
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