Chapter 147: The Ancestral Master Likes Children
“You’re not sick!”
The alchemist from the Central Continent looked at the Ancestral Master of the Joyful Union Sect and said with certainty.
“It’s impossible, I’m sick!”
“Really not sick!”
“Nonsense! I absolutely am sick!”
Upon hearing this, the alchemist could only sigh helplessly. Why was this old cutie so stubborn? Were all people from the Joyful Union Sect this single-minded?
“Then tell me, where exactly are you abnormal?”
The Ancestral Master hesitated for a while, then reluctantly said.
“My disciple’s descendant has become a Sage.”
Upon hearing this, the alchemist inhaled sharply.
“This is a joyful event; congratulations to your sect for gaining another prodigy.”
“But my disciple’s descendant is barely over a hundred years old.”
In an instant, the alchemist’s expression turned serious.
“Could it be you’ve encountered the Never-Forget Tribulation and are now delirious?”
A Sage over a hundred years old? What a joke!
Even on the Central Continent, such a heavenly talent couldn’t be found.
“I’m not joking!”
The Ancestral Master looked around cautiously, then whispered, “I suspect my disciple’s descendant isn’t human, but was cultivated by my disciple using sacred seeds.”
The alchemist’s expression became strange instantly.
“You’re talking about the legendary seeds that grow seven prodigies when planted?”
“Yes, all I want to know is where my other six prodigy descendants have gone?”
Upon hearing this, the alchemist took a deep breath and then his expression turned calm again.
Slowly standing up, he ordered the nearby apprentice, “Increase her dosage!”
“Understood!”
Then the alchemist walked away, muttering to himself, “This old man indeed is sick!”
After he left, the Ancestral Master was lost in deep thought and talking to herself.
“Maybe I should directly invite Young Miss Mu over to let me get some answers…”
Thinking about this, she quickly discarded the idea.
“This can’t be rushed, anyway, the Hundred Sects Convention will soon be held in the Central Continent. The girl will come sooner or later, and there will be plenty of time to ask then!”
“Grandmaster, it’s time to take your medicine!”
The Little Medic holding the medicine bowl timidly approached.
“Spit! Quack!”
With saliva, the Ancestral Master shattered the medicine bowl and turned around to leave without a second glance.
The Little Medic had never seen this before. His shoulders shook slightly, ready to start sobbing.
“Shh, don’t cry!”
The Ancestral Master returned, stuffing a pile of Spiritual Stones into the Little Medic’s hands.
“This is for the diagnosis fee. Your Master is a rogue, don’t let him say I’m seeing a free doctor which damages my reputation.”
After that, she took out a candy and put it in the Little Medic’s mouth until he stopped crying and relaxed.
Who would have thought, the Ancestral Master of the Joyful Union Sect actually carried candies for children.
Watching the Little Medic skip away happily, the Ancestral Master’s face immediately darkened.
She thought of her eighty-one direct disciples, none of whom, over the years, had given her a grand-disciple, which made her angry.
“A bunch of useless pieces of junk, I’ll go train them right now!”
…
The Heavenly Dao’s purification had almost reached its end above the imperial capital of the Soaring Empire.
“Thank you, Honored Sages, thank you, Guest Senior!”
The warriors below bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with admiration and respect.
For most, today was undoubtedly the most tumultuous day of their lives.
Seven Sages appeared together, three Demons perished, this was indeed the most shocking event in nearly a thousand years. They were lucky witnesses and it was a great honor to survive.
“No need for excessive politeness.”
As both elder and revered figure, You Jingfeng addressed those below, cautioning them, “From now on, cultivate cautiously, step by step, and never take reckless risks, leading to calamity!”
Upon hearing this, many faces turned red.
They had come here seeking the Yin-Yang Body to ascend immediately.
But having gone through life and death multiple times, they understood that there are no free lunches and bowed their heads in acknowledgment.
“Since you’ve understood, go now, don’t linger, or changes will occur.”
As he spoke, six ten thousand cultivators chorused in agreement and gradually left the imperial capital.
“Where is Senior Apprentice Sister?”
Zhou Tong sighed in relief, with the major battle over, the borrowed strength gradually dissipated, leaving him utterly exhausted.
“I’m back.”
Zhang Chuqiao and Qian Miaoyu returned together, holding a strand of soul – precisely Zhao Wutian’s residual soul.
Under the pressures of these two, Zhao Wutian had no chance to flee, unable to even die.
At this moment, his spirit had been eroded by the Breath of Annihilation, constantly emitting cries of despair worse than death.
“Master, I’ve finally taken revenge!”
Senior Apprentice Sister was radiant, the shadow in her eyebrows swept away, as though lifting a heavy burden from her heart.
“Good job!”
There wasn’t a soul who hated Zhao Wutian more than Mu Ran Ya.
“Let him not die so easily. That would be too lenient.”
“Exactly my thought.”
Senior Apprentice Sister took out a jade bottle, preparing to lock his soul inside.
“Spare me… Give me a quick death! Aaaaaaaah!”
Zhao Wutian’s spirit twisted violently, filled with regret and terror.
“Stray dogs do not have the right to beg for mercy, enjoy your fate.”
Zhang Chuqiao was utterly cold-hearted, locking him into the jade bottle.
“NOOO!”
With a heart-rending cry, Zhao Wutian fell into eternal silence.
“Finally… It’s all over.”
Zhou Tong spoke breathlessly, his eyelids half closed, standing listlessly in mid-air. Later, he was caught by Mu Ran Ya in her arms.
“What’s wrong with my junior apprentice brother?”
Zhang Chuqiao immediately became extremely worried and asked.
“Don’t worry, the young man merely over-consumed his Spiritual Power, entering into a deep meditation. He will recover at the latest by tomorrow.”
The Sword Saint and You Jingfeng came over, each with their own thoughts, wanting to talk with Zhou Tong.
“Both of you don’t rush. Come to the palace tomorrow. The boy will give you a satisfying explanation.”
Zhou Tong smiled weakly and then went to sleep peacefully.
“Then, we will leave first.”
The two Sages exchanged a look, both seeing the joy in the other’s eyes.
By the time people eventually left, they left behind a grim scene for the Jade Purity Sect.
Every survivor in this battle was a winner, except the Jade Purity Sect.
Mo Liushu suffered from Heavenly Punishment, Tang Qi was disabled, and both had fallen unconscious.
“Sister, are you leaving too?”
In a corner unnoticed by others, Chen Ling’er asked Lian Hanxing, who had returned to her original appearance, with a reluctant note.
“My mission is complete, I won’t be someone else’s double anymore.”
“However, little girl, if you can’t stay in the Jade Purity Sect anymore, just go to the Let-It-Be Sect. There, you will still be the Senior Apprentice Sister!”
As the last words were uttered, Lian Hanxing turned around and flew towards the palace.
