Chapter 71: Fantasy of the Past (3)
"Elders, please stand up." Yu Linghe's voice was a touch friendly, but the elders just bowed their heads and said they dared not. The old man in the lead, carrying a long sword on his back, knelt and moved to the side to reveal the main seat.
"Please ask Daozu to take the seat, and then we dare to stand up."
Yu Linghe did not refuse, but walked to the old man and bent down to help him up. The old man immediately showed gratitude and stood up without refusing, but he still did not sit down.
Yu Linghe lowered his eyes slightly, turned around and sat in the main seat, raised his hand and said, "Old clan leader, please sit down. All clan elders, please sit down."
"Thank you, Daozu."
Because Yu Linghe sat in the main seat, everyone rearranged their seats, and the originally empty chair at the end was now filled.
Luo Xuanyi stood behind Yu Linghe and listened to them attentively.
"Does Daozu have any instructions for you?"
"I'm here for the Ten Thousand Souls Sect and the Soul Guide." Yu Linghe got straight to the point. "The Ten Thousand Souls Sect is just a small, ragtag bunch, just raising its flag and making a lot of noise. Why should my Yu family keep tolerating them? They're just making a fool of themselves!"
There was a natural arrogance in her words, but the difference in aura was not even subtle compared to the way she had spoken to Luo Xuanyi just now. It was more like two different people were talking.
The middle-aged man with a long beard sitting at the left table changed his expression and asked hesitantly, "Daozu, could it be that the soul guide who just left has already...?"
Yu Linghe glanced at him, and Luo Xuanyi could clearly feel that she was suppressing her anger. The middle-aged man was also frightened by the look and shut up.
"Since when has a messenger been honored as a lord? I killed him, and there's no need to say anything. I know my second uncle has always advocated for tolerance with the Myriad Souls Sect, and indeed there has been no fighting for so many years. But this is nothing more than a method used by these rats to slowly erode our family. Do you know what that soul-caller said to me today?"
She looked around and slowly uttered a few words with disgust: "This time, I was chosen."
The middle-aged man known as the Second Great Uncle was the first to change his expression, and the atmosphere in the entire hall was suddenly filled with anger.
"I, I haven't heard of this!"
"I told you that cooperating with those people is like courting disaster! They should be killed!"
"You actually wanted to attack Daozu - you don't know how to live or die. No wonder you keep saying these nonsense about killing the heavens!"
"Over the years, Long Tian led the Wanhun Sect to madly swallow up those small sects and small paths. We never said anything, but we didn't expect that he would actually turn his attention to us!
"The last time he sent someone to ask for Xi Leng, I told him that he shouldn't tolerate it. It's all because of my second brother—"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole scene suddenly became cold.
After a moment of silence, everyone finally calmed down.
The old patriarch sighed, his face looking extremely tired. "No matter what, Daozu is not wrong. It's just that we should consider Daozu's affairs after his death. After Daozu's birthday this year, he will be seventeen, right?"
Luo Xuanyi was stunned. A seventeen-year-old Daoist Patriarch? What kind of monster was this? Furthermore, the old patriarch's tone seemed to imply that Yu Linghe's death was near. The more she listened, the more confused she became.
Yu Linghe's shoulders trembled slightly, he clenched his fists, and his eyes showed nostalgia and determination.
"It's precisely because there's only a little over a year left that I want to resolve this matter directly to avoid leaving hidden dangers for the family in the future. At least before I die, I want to repay the kindness shown to me by the clan."
"The Yu clan should not and will not perish under my protection!"
Luo Xuanyi could feel Yu Linghe's determination when he said this. Yu Linghe wanted to protect the Yu family from the bottom of his heart, and he showed no fear even when his own death was mentioned.
But just like the affection between the brothers Yao Tian and Yao Xuan, she couldn't understand it for a moment, so she turned her head to observe the expressions of the elders in the hall.
The second uncle had a complicated expression. Apart from that, a woman sitting at the end on the right side of the hall had a relieved expression, but the old patriarch still had a gloomy look on his face.
"Daozu, we understand your painstaking efforts. However, our clan has yet to foresee the arrival of the next one. If we start a massacre at this time, it will only pull us back from seclusion. Once we lose Daozu's protection, I'm afraid that even without the Wanhun Sect, the Yu clan will still have no future."
"I remember that the clan held a grand ceremony a few days ago to predict the future for a hundred years. Could it be that the next one hasn't appeared in a hundred years?"
The old patriarch shook his head with a bitter expression: "Even though we have tried many times to change the future generations, the next Adventer has never been born."
"..." Yu Linghe unconsciously rubbed his fingers together, "If only I could really be like Daozu."
The bitterness in her words seemed to stain everyone's face, and in the end it was the woman sitting in the corner who offered dry comfort.
"It's already a great favor that Daozu can protect us. Please don't force yourself anymore."
Yu Linghe looked up at her, tears gleaming in her eyes. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to shout something, but in the end she just stood up and walked away.
Luo Xuanyi felt that the two words seemed to be "mother".
Yu Linghe walked quickly, seemingly taking Luo Xuanyi's stamina into account. But when she realized Luo Xuanyi somehow managed to keep up, she simply tapped her toes. The air around them distorted subtly, and a faint flash of light shone like a chain explosion. In the blink of an eye, they arrived outside the gates of a massive palace.
Luo Xuanyi felt as though she couldn't stray too far from Yu Linghe. She had wanted to eavesdrop a little longer in the hall, but once Yu Linghe left, she felt like a kite being dragged along by its string.
But she already had a lot of doubts, so this little bit didn't matter. Therefore, her mentality strangely became more stable.
Yu Linghe continued to walk, pretending not to notice the maids kneeling respectfully to greet her. Luo Xuanyi watched as they flew past a massive altar, skirted the palace's waterfall and forest, and entered a narrow corridor. Yu Linghe then pushed open the door and rushed inside.
She turned over and lay on the stone bed, her side facing the door, without saying a word.
The maid outside the door closed the door silently, as if she saw nothing.
Luo Xuanyi was unsure of what Yu Linghe was thinking for a moment, so she simply ignored her and looked at the Taoist's private space curiously.
It was called a room, but it was actually much larger than the entire Danxin Pavilion. In ancient times, it seemed that size was the most important thing, and everything was extraordinarily grand.
A bookshelf as tall as a building was lined with thick stone slabs and tortoise shells. In the center of the room sat a stone coffin, at least three times the height of Luo Xuanyi, emitting an inexplicable aura.
The room was covered in magnificent murals from the roof to the walls, seemingly depicting a legendary story. Luo Xuanyi was so engrossed in the murals that she didn't seem to notice Yu Linghe waited for her to come forward and ask her questions, so she got out of bed and walked over to her.
"You are reading Daozu's story. Do you want me to tell you about it?"
Luo Xuanyi roughly guessed some of the story based on the news she had heard before and these murals, but she still nodded obediently with a puzzled look on her face.
Yu Linghe immediately became happy. She picked up the shelf, coughed lightly, and walked to the first mural from left to right with her hands behind her back.
"Actually, I'm not the real Dao Ancestor."
Luo Xuanyi nodded. She had guessed this a long time ago.
However, Yu Linghe dropped the first bomb with a light voice.
"The true Dao Ancestor is the only one in the Yu family and even in the world who killed the Xiantian Dao lineage and seized the Dao to replace the Heaven!"
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
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