123: Chapter 53: The Senior Predecessor of the Heaven Descending Clan_2 123: Chapter 53: The Senior Predecessor of the Heaven Descending Clan_2 Clumps of white clouds formed from the sea surface, carrying disciples returning from their demon-slaying mission, rushing towards the six white clouds above.
Thousands, nearly ten thousand Loose Cultivators had already gathered around the perimeter of the ancient ruins.
At a glance, the cultivation levels of the Loose Cultivators were mostly between Condensed Light and Merge True.
Those who had attained the Dao Fruit of a Heavenly Immortal were not standing on the sea but were instead observing secretly from within the clouds.
As for how they relished talking about the events of the day, Li Ping’an had no interest in listening.
When all the disciples of the six sects had gathered, an Immortal from the Sea Watch Sect, with a darkened face, brought over the bronze mirror that tallied the counts of demons slain by each team.
All the disciples focused their gaze and exclaimed in unison.
Only the top six teams were listed.
The teams in fourth, fifth, and sixth place were respectively from Yuan Sect, Tianyuan Gate, and Liedi Banshan Sect.
Second and third places were taken by two teams of Merge True peak disciples from the Sea Watch Sect, and the first place was…
Wanyun Sect’s [Xin] team, also known as a certain four-person squad.
Sixth place eliminated more than seven hundred demons;
Second place eliminated more than nineteen hundred demons;
First place eliminated…
over four thousand two hundred!
A lead by a long shot!
Ningning Mu was startled, “Aren’t we the [Xin] team?
We’re in first place!”
Before Li Ping’an could nod, Ningning Mu excitedly clenched her fists shouting cheerfully, then quickly regained her composure, winking at Li Ping’an repeatedly.
Li Ping’an squinted and smiled.
He really only wanted to slack off and fish, but alas…
there was a Wild King opposite crazily giving away points.
Maybe, this was Comrade Old Li’s great fortune at play.
Later, during the award ceremony, Li Ping’an excused himself to meditate and didn’t go up to the stage, thus avoiding a chance to stand out.
Just when Li Ping’an thought this matter would rest there and he could peacefully start the journey back, suddenly, a full-throated shout came from the horizon:
“Is the son of Daoist Dazhi here?
I have come specially to give a gift!”
Such a potent Heavenly Immortal Dao Charm.
Wanyun Sect, Castcloud Hall.
Wen Ling, carrying the Yin Yang Mirror, crashed into the screen.
Li Dazhi, who was tallying accounts, glanced up at her and frowned:
“What’s the big panic now?
“Xiaowen, haven’t I said many times, I want to train you to be Wanyun Sect’s first professional accountant, not a water-carrying maid?
“How can you manage if you’re always so flustered?”
Wen Ling quickly bowed her head, her mouth pouting slightly as she said softly, “But Ancestor Master, I can’t see Little Ancestor Ping’an anymore!”
Li Dazhi immediately stood up, snatched the Yin Yang Mirror, and sensed it carefully.
It seemed like another Yin Yang Mirror was blocked by a grand formation or an Immortal’s enchantment.
Li Dazhi asked, “What happened just now?
Wen Ling organized her words, her small hands gesturing:
“The other side of the Yin Yang Mirror was initially above the sea surface.
I could only see lots of big fish and prawns constantly floating up.
Our elders had a standoff with elders from other sects; ours won the standoff.
“Afterward, a huge light ball appeared.
There was a bang, and all the fish and prawns in the sea were blown away, and a big hollow was blasted into the sea.
“Then, the Yin Yang Mirror went into the sea.
Little Ancestor Ping’an pointed at the ghostly image of a bull demon, saying something like…
demon evil yields easily in Human Race territory.
“After that, Little Ancestor Ping’an kept killing small demons in the sea…
later, he even won first place in the trials, but Little Ancestor Ping’an didn’t go up to accept the prize.
All the elders were very happy, and then an old man with white hair, eyebrows, and beard appeared.
He was tall, with a circle of white beard exploding outwards.
He approached Little Ancestor Ping’an, and snap!
The Yin Yang Mirror broke!”
Wen Ling took a breath and added seriously, “That’s pretty much it.”
Li Dazhi rubbed his forehead and said in a deep voice, “An old man?
Wen Ling replied, “He said, is the son of Daoist Dazhi here, I have come to give a gift.”
Li Dazhi breathed a sigh of relief, walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, and muttered:
“I imagine it’s likely a few powerful friends from friendly sects, knowing that Ping’an is over there, went to offer some benefits.
“Heh, those few families are now eagerly awaiting the opening of our Castcloud Hall’s branch.”
No sooner had he spoken, the Yin Yang Mirror in his hand trembled slightly, and Elder Yansheng’s voice came from within:
“Uncle Dazhi, ‘Sky Hammer Elder,’ the founding Sect Leader of Yuan Sect, Xu Sheng, an elder from the past, has suddenly visited and dragged Ping’an off to the nearby market town for drinks and a chat.
“Elder Xu Sheng of Yuan Sect is a renowned Heavenly Immortal in East Continent and is only a step away from becoming a Golden Immortal.
If this senior can comprehend the Realm of Longevity, the Yuan Sect will have a Golden Immortal ancestor to preside over and will become a powerful sect in its own right.
“I will ensure to follow Ping’an closely, Uncle Dazhi, rest assured.
The disciples have started their journey back, and Ping’an may return half a day later than them.”
Li Dazhi warmly said, “Thank you, thank you.
With you following him, I don’t worry about Ping’an at all.”
Elder Yansheng said, “I’ll go catch up with them.”
With that, the connection between the realms of Yin and Yang was cut off.
Li Dazhi looked up at Wen Ling and said with a smile, “See, didn’t I say it, even Yuan Sect’s founding Sect Leader, their ancestor master, has taken action.”
Wen Ling, hands clasped behind her back, was dainty and adorable in her light blue short dress—the standard attire for outer disciples.
She chirped cheerily, “Ancestor Master is always right!
Ancestor Master’s predictions are always accurate!”
Li Dazhi looked up and glared at her, frowning, “Go rest!
If you can’t flatter someone, don’t bother, put some heart into it!”
“Yes, Ancestor Master.”
Wen Ling bowed obediently, murmuring softly: