Chapter 420: Ancestral Instructions Must Not Be Violated

"None of you should go on stage. Lu Yang, you have had so much experience along the way, it's my turn for luck to get better!" Meng Jingzhou stopped Lu Yang and Zhao Po, who had no intention of going on stage.

Before Meng Jingzhou came on stage, someone came forward first. He was a middle-aged man who looked quite calm, had a long beard and was well-mannered.

The middle-aged man with a long beard was well-known in the local area. Someone in the audience recognized him and said, "He is Mr. Xiang from Tenglong Academy. He opened Tenglong Academy and has taught countless scholars, including a juren. His disciples are all over the deserted states, and even in the imperial capital, there are his disciples!"

"Moreover, he is also an orthodox Confucian cultivator. I heard from one of his graduated students that he had already reached the early stage of Jindan cultivation five years ago. Now I don't know if he has made a breakthrough. I don't know how many Jindan families wanted their descendants to become his disciples, even offering a large sum of money as a gift, but he refused them all!"

"What? He was already in the early stage of the Golden Core five years ago. How can we fight for him? How could Fairy Qingluo possibly defeat him?"

The world of immortal cultivation likes to use the word "fairy" to praise the beauty, talent, and strength of female cultivators. After all, in the public's perception, there are no female immortals, so the word "fairy" cannot be used however one wants.

Lu Yang never used the word "fairy" to praise people. It wasn't that he was careful with his words, but he felt that it was not a compliment...

"Don't panic. Fairy Qingluo is extremely talented. She is already in the late stage of foundation building at the age of 18. She is the youngest among all the leaders of Yuntai Sect. She may be able to fight against someone in the early stage of golden elixir!"

"That's great...wait, doesn't that mean we have no chance?"

Mr. Xiang stood on the stage, with an elegant smile on his face: "Master Qing, please."

Qing Luo sighed: "Mr. Xiang, didn't you read the rules? The participating monks must be under 20 years old. You are already over 40 years old. Even if I am looking for a husband, I should find someone who is about my age, right?"

Mr. Xiang Da was struck by the blow and was inspired to compose two lines of poetry on the spot: "When you were born, I was not yet born. When you were born, I was already old. We are destined to be apart."

"Yes, so could you please step down? I have only paid for one day's venue and my time is limited."

Mr. Xiang Da stepped down in dismay.

The monks who came on stage later were more reliable. They were all young talents in their twenties, and some of them were women who traveled around disguised as men.

"This Qingluo's foundation is not bad, although there are some flaws. But it is extremely rare for her to be able to build a foundation to this extent while practicing in this environment and lacking guidance. She must have had a fortuitous encounter or be a genius."

"It's pretty good. Even in our Corpse Driving Sect, you can be selected as a true disciple and compete for the top eight or even top four in the sect competition."

Lu Yang and Zhao Po commented on Qingluo's talent in a low voice.

“Why don’t we bring this person into your Corpse-Driving Sect? It’s a pity to keep such a genius in such a small place.” Lu Yang said with a smile.

"It depends on personal choice. I can try, but it may not work. I have seen many people who are unwilling to give up their own sects, saying that this is a place that took them in and raised them, and they cannot abandon their own sects."

“Moreover, due to the skills we practice, the faces of the people in our Corpse-Driving Sect are as pale as if they have been dead for several days. Some cultivators are unwilling to join us because of this, and instead join other first-class sects.” Zhao Po said, pointing to his face which was paler than a woman’s. No matter whether they are orthodox corpse-drivers or not, their faces are all like this.

Lu Yang nodded, agreeing with him. When he first saw Zhao Po, he thought he was a zombie.

Just as the two said, Qingluo has a solid foundation and is hard to rival among his peers. He is skilled in the art of controlling clouds and easily defeats ambitious young people one after another.

Finally it was Meng Jingzhou's turn to appear on stage.

Meng Jingzhou smiled confidently and walked onto the stage calmly. Just standing there gave people a tremendous sense of pressure.

"I am Meng Jingzhou, a disciple of the Daoist Sect!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's pupils shrank slightly, and the audience suddenly became noisy and could not stop discussing.

"Wendao Sect? The Wendao Sect, the leader of the five great sects?!"

"I heard that anyone who walks out of there is a genius, and those who run restaurants can claim to be the founder!"

"Why does the name Meng Jingzhou sound so familiar?"

"It seems to be the Meng Jingzhou from the Qingzhou Ceremony."

When Lu Yang heard Meng Jingzhou's name, his face changed drastically, and he blurted out, "The Meng Jingzhou who has already formed a golden elixir, but still participated in the competition for the golden elixir experience that was rewarded?"

"Why did I hear that he simply likes to bully those of lower realms?"

"Didn't he go to the Qingzhou Festival to mess things up?"

"No, he has no grudge against Qingzhou, he just wants to challenge the judges."

Lu Yang added: "He hasn't even fought the judges yet, so he jumped off the stage and admitted defeat."

There are many different opinions and the news they hear is different, but without exception they are all facts.

Qingluo had a strange expression on her face and looked at Meng Jingzhou with disdain.

Obviously, she had also heard of Meng Jingzhou's name.

After the Qingzhou ceremony, the story of Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou spread like a whirlwind across the Central Continent and became widely known among low-level cultivators.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

It’s just that because the information was transmitted over such a wide range, it became distorted.

Meng Jingzhou was furious when he heard the discussions. His reputation was ruined just like that.

"As a cultivator, I must have a firm heart. The opinions of the outside world are like floating clouds to me. But why do I feel that there is a familiar voice in the discussion just now?"

"Forget it, never mind, let's win first!"

Meng Jingzhou made a "please" gesture and let Qingluo make the first move.

Meng Jingzhou naturally complies with the rules, and Qingluo can't say anything. She took the lead and auspicious clouds rose behind her. The auspicious clouds turned into eighteen kinds of weapons such as axes, knives and forks, which were extremely sharp and shot towards Meng Jingzhou! This move alone made the challenging monk suffer a lot, and he was defeated in the first move.

"What a great cloud-controlling technique!" Meng Jingzhou's eyes lit up, and facing the eighteen kinds of weapons that were shooting at him, he got into a boxing stance.

"Beng Quan!"

The twin peaks pierced the ears, and the eighteen kinds of weapons touched the fists, and instantly turned into warm and fluffy white clouds.

Qingluo is very strong, but it's a pity that she met Meng Jingzhou.

Not to mention that Qingluo is in the Foundation Establishment Stage, even if she is in the Golden Core Stage, she is still no match for Meng Jingzhou.

Meng Jingzhou only threw three punches and forced Qingluo to reveal all her cards, forcing her to admit defeat.

“I lost.”

Qingluo accepted her defeat, looked at Meng Jingzhou and gritted her teeth and said, "The ancestral precepts cannot be violated. According to the ancestral precepts, the one who beats me will be my husband."

Meng Jingzhou's eyes lit up: "Then..."

Qingluo's eyes were determined as she made a decision that was related to some major events in her life.

"In that case, I can only abolish this ancestral precept!"

(End of this chapter)