"Xiao Tian, this Third Martial Uncle is not one of us. Stay away from her in the future."
Lin Jiao was really afraid that Yu Shuang would ruin her plans.
To ruin all your painstaking planning in an instant.
At that time, Yu Shuang will be a sinner for all time, deserving of death ten thousand times over!
Xiao Tian nodded, his fist clenched tightly inside his tattered sleeve.
Even without his master saying anything, he would stay away from that person.
If that person looks down on him so much, why should he go over there and humiliate himself?
...
Yu Shuang returned to her own territory.
Her several adorable apprentices behaved themselves properly and respectfully in front of her.
Yu Shuang was very satisfied with them and mentally gave them a perfect score.
No education is needed.
That's exactly the attitude we're looking for.
Not bad, not bad, she really likes it...
Therefore, they were not stingy in their intention to give them some good things.
We must eventually muster a core force to protect our homeland.
Next, she chose an auspicious burial site, deciding to bury her ancestors in the forbidden area behind the mountain.
It took some time to plan.
Everything is ready, except for the east wind.
...
That night, the sect leader meditated and cultivated as usual.
Suddenly sensing something, my mind wandered to a mysterious and ethereal place.
He was startled, and before he could react, a deep, ancient voice rang out:
"Green hills..."
The old sect leader suddenly turned around and saw an old man with white hair looking at him with a peaceful and kind face.
It inexplicably makes people feel close to it.
The old sect leader was struck dumb.
He had already memorized the portraits of the patriarchs of the Qingxuan Sect.
Who is this if not the legendary founder who has already ascended to immortality?!
"Ancestor!?"
The old man nodded with a peaceful expression.
The old sect leader knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face, and hugged the ancestor's leg tightly.
She burst into tears.
"This disciple is ashamed. I have failed to revitalize the sect, and I have let down my ancestors and my founding master! ... Waaah..."
The Qingxuan Sect has fallen from its former status as a prestigious sect to its current state.
Their territory was seized by a powerful sect, forcing their ancestors to retreat to the last line of defense.
Although it is a small place, it is still the place where the founding patriarch rose to prominence.
If we can't protect this tiny piece of land, then our entire family will be wiped out.
Fortunately, this place is not a sacred place for cultivating immortality, and the mainstream sects look down on it.
Even a third-rate sect can't steal it.
Unable to compete for resources, each generation of disciples within the sect is worse than the last.
To revitalize the sect and restore its glory has been the long-cherished wish of successive sect leaders.
From the moment he took over as sect leader, he was filled with a strong sense of conviction, taking it upon himself to revitalize the sect.
But he... was powerless to do anything!
Waaaaah... This is so hard...
His strong sense of mission had kept him on edge all along, but when he saw the founding patriarch this time, he really couldn't hold back anymore.
She cried like a child.
He's useless; he's disgraced our ancestors...
The old man's face twitched as he looked at the old man on the ground crying like a child.
He coughed lightly twice and helped her up.
"The Qingxuan Sect has suffered from chronic illnesses for generations, which is why it has fallen to this state. How easy is it to revitalize the sect? You have already done very well."
They received affirmation from their ancestors.
The old sect leader felt a warmth in his heart.
God knows how he managed to get through all those years.
The old man understood him; all his efforts and perseverance were worthwhile!
With tears in his eyes, he knelt down again in a fit of emotion, his words earnest and sincere:
"Please, Ancestor, show me the way!"
The white-haired old man nodded.
"I have brought you here for this very reason. Raise your hands."
The old sect leader raised his hand.
The ancestor left a mysterious mark on his hand, instructing him to go to the forbidden area.
The ancestor left behind something in the forbidden area years ago to prolong the life of the Qingxuan Sect.
This was to prevent the Qingxuan Sect from falling into its current predicament.
The old sect leader was overjoyed.
"Our ancestor's foresight is truly admirable!"
The old man patted him on the shoulder with a meaningful expression.
"Go forth and revitalize the sect. I have high hopes for you. I will also strive to carve out a place for you above, hoping you will ascend to immortality soon. We'll meet again in the Immortal Realm..."
After he finished speaking, his figure vanished, and the world changed.
The old sect leader, realizing his consciousness was about to leave this world, cried out with tears streaming down his face:
"We will certainly live up to the ancestor's expectations!!"
He suddenly opened his eyes, feeling utterly lost.
Was that a dream? Or did I really meet the founding patriarch?
He quickly raised his hand, and the mysterious mark on it shone brightly.
The old sect leader was immediately unsettled.
"Ah! It's true..."
He quickly calmed himself down and headed straight for the forbidden area in the back mountain.
That is the place where our ancestors are buried, and it is only open to the public for the annual sacrificial rites.
Guided by the markings, he soon arrived at an unusual place.
For so many years, I was completely unaware that there was a barrier here.
It should only appear when it encounters the mark in his hand. No wonder he is such a far-sighted ancestor!
Stepping into the barrier, one is surrounded by glittering points of light, dazzling and beautiful.
Suddenly, several points of light entered his brow.
The old sect leader suddenly had a flash of inspiration and closed his eyes to contemplate it.
These points of light are actually the inheritance of cultivation techniques.
He has just acquired three inherited cultivation techniques in succession.
It encompasses everything, including formations, talismans, and elixirs, all of which are top-quality items in the mortal world, pointing directly to the path to heaven.
He had a delusion that these things were tailor-made for him, and that even without spiritual roots or talent, he could still soar to great heights.
There are countless tiny points of light here...
The old man became more and more excited as he thought about it.
This is the way to survive left to them by our ancestors!
...
The next day, the sect leader, beaming with health, summoned the other three elders to discuss important matters.
In his view, these were all people he trusted extremely.
After all, in their generation, only a few of them survived to the end.
Such a significant event was naturally not something they wanted to hide from them.
He was just about to tell them about the ancestor's dream and the transmission of the cultivation technique.
Suddenly, he felt the mark on his hand getting hot, but when he looked again, the mark had disappeared...
What's the meaning?
Is this mark a one-time use item?
Did the patriarch not intend for other disciples to go to that secret realm?
Indeed, the Qingxuan Sect has long learned the lesson of the dangers of possessing a treasure.
For now, it is best to bide our time and act cautiously.
Suddenly, he noticed with his sharp eyes that an identical mark had appeared on Yu Shuang's hand.
He asked uncertainly.
"Junior sister, was anything unusual last night?"
Yu Shuang shook her head, looking completely bewildered.
"Nothing seems out of the ordinary..."
The old sect leader gestured for her to look at the mark on her hand.
Yu Shuang looked surprised.
"Oh, what is this?"
The old sect leader understood and felt he had grasped the truth.
Not everyone is worthy of seeing the face of our ancestor.
As expected, he was the only one special in the ancestor's heart. No one else was worthy of being summoned by the ancestor…
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