The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 146: Joint Attack
Among the three people who have newly achieved true cultivation, Li Hanxing has the best aptitude. He cultivated a magical power of true water from among the secret disciples, named [Tanchen Water]. He is best at illusions and bewitching the mind, which is a rare magical power of mind control.

The second one is also a secret disciple, named Zhao Xuting. He has cultivated the true fire supernatural power, called [Feihong Liudan]. Among the supernatural powers, there is flowing fire and the sign of facing the sun. What's more rare is that he is good at refining various positive elixirs such as fire virtue.

The third one was an unexpected surprise, a true cultivator who successfully broke through from among the non-secret disciples. His name was Su Tuo, and he cultivated the rare Ugly Earth magical power [Yumei Mountain], which had the ability to trap prisoners and restrain clear and turbid water.

As for the other secret disciples, some were stuck in bottlenecks, some died midway, and most of them died while trying to break through the realm. Among the twelve newly selected secret disciples, only two were true practitioners, and their luck was far from that of the first generation of secret disciples.

As the number of disciples in the sect gradually increased, many rules were changed and they were no longer as lenient as before. The sect also recruited new disciples every five years, which slowed down the rapid expansion of the number of low-level disciples.

Today, there are more than 5,000 Qi-refining disciples all over the mountain of Qi Ling Sect. Just supporting and maintaining the expenses of the sect is a very difficult task.

Fortunately, Qi Lingmen now has stores all the way to Zhongtian City, spread across seven large and small markets in the south. The annual revenue generated is enough to make true cultivators jealous.

Just as he was thinking about the current situation in the sect, Lu Fei saw that the sect leader was about to announce something important, so he stopped paying attention and listened.

Chen Guan's eyes swept across the disciples. Among the crowd of disciples in front of him, there were many spies planted by other forces. But now it didn't matter which side the spies were from or what their intentions were.

He has only reached the third level of perfection in his practice so far. Although he has had less and less time to focus on practice due to his busy schedule in the mountains and mundane affairs in recent years, his practice has still made progress and he rarely encounters bottlenecks.

The only visible fighting force in the sect now, apart from Qian Shiyan who is in Lishan, is Bai Suwen who just returned from Tianxia Mountain not long ago.

With the help of the wind and snow power of Tianxia Mountain, which has never stopped for thousands of years, she has been practicing hard and not caring about worldly affairs. Now she has surpassed him and become a true cultivator in the middle of the fourth level. However, she has always been low-key and rarely shows up in front of people. She is not well-known, far less eye-catching than the two daughters of the Xiang family and the Dongchu Wang family who have become famous in recent years.

Chen Guan thought for a moment, then said in a voice transmission: "I summoned all the disciples here today to announce an important event.

From now on, the world will be in chaos!"

The disciples below the stage were all shocked when they heard this. In their opinion, the world of immortal cultivation has always been full of intrigue and deception, with disputes over the spiritual objects of heaven and earth and for the pursuit of interests, and there has never been peace.

But the chaos in the world is unprecedented. If anyone else said this, they would question it and think it was alarmist.

But it was said in person by the master who was highly respected in the hearts of all the disciples, and even the six elders tacitly agreed to it without showing any surprise on their faces.

There was silence for a moment, and no one dared to speak.

Chen Guan continued, "Once the world is in chaos, it will spread to all directions. There will be no peace in the south. From the hundreds of Taoists to ordinary creatures, no one can avoid it.

Our Qi Ling Sect will also be affected by the disaster, and there is a possibility of extermination. Therefore, we have to make it known to the public and tell you everything, just so that you can understand the situation in the world and have a better chance of escaping the disaster in the future."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. Wang Lingchuan, the oldest leader of Qifeng, could no longer hold back and asked, "Master, are we all going to abandon the mountain and leave home and wander around? But how strong is the enemy? Do we really have no chance at all?"

When Chen Guan heard this, he sighed and said nothing, just looked up at the rosy clouds in the sky.

All the disciples followed his gaze and saw the rosy clouds that had appeared frequently in the sky in recent days. They all understood what was going on and felt even more disgusted with the legendary Shangzong.

"The disciples in the sect will be divided into six groups, each going their own way. Junior Sister Bai, you will lead the disciples of Lingfeng to the northeast and seek refuge with the Wang family of Dongchu. You must obey the order of the Wang family's ancestor, Wang Qian."

"Yes, Master!" Bai Suwen was a little confused, but didn't ask any more questions.

"Junior Brother Su, your magical power [Yumei Mountain] is most suitable for the west. Go through Xiguang Xiang's house. I will write you a letter. If you encounter any obstacles, just report to the person in charge and you will be able to pass. Take the disciples of Shuwu Peak to take refuge in the mountains in the west." Chen Guan continued.

Su Tuo heard this and also accepted the order: "Yes, Master, don't worry!"

“Junior Brother Zhao, lead the disciples of Qifeng to the east through the Tianxia Mountains to find a hidden place.

Junior Brother Li, lead the disciples of Fufeng to the south and enter the wilderness in front of the Shiwan Mountains. ” Chen Guan turned around and said to the two of them.

"Yes! Master!" Both of them nodded in response.

"I have here a list of nearly a hundred disciples. The disciples listed on it have left the main group of disciples led by the four true practitioners and scattered around the world on their own. They are to protect themselves and not reveal their identities." Chen Guan waved his sleeves, and a huge light map appeared above the Fuso Square. The disciples who saw their names were all confused.

"The remaining disciples of Zhenfeng and Qifeng should follow me, Junior Brother Lu and Junior Brother Wang to defend the mountain gate for a chance of survival." Chen Guan said slowly, "After all, the world is about to go into chaos, and no one can tell whether they can survive by staying or leaving, or by defending the mountain gate.

I, Chen Guan, have been in charge of Qi Ling Sect for nearly a hundred years. If I ask myself, I have lived up to my ancestors and have done my best for all my disciples. Now I have done my best and leave the rest to fate!

Except for the disciples who stayed behind, all the Qi Ling disciples who were scattered in all directions, whether you are elders or Qi-refining disciples, I only hope that you can survive! No matter how humiliating and difficult it is, as long as you can survive!
If thirty years later, the world is in chaos, and you are still alive, and Qi Ling has not been destroyed, no matter whether I, Chen Guan, am still alive, or who is in charge of Qi Ling Sect, I will always wait for you to return to your old hometown and become a member of Qi Ling Sect again! "

As soon as these words were spoken, many disciples who were over a hundred years old had their eyes red with anger. In this world of immortal cultivation where people are treacherous and intrigued by each other, how many sects and inheritances can there be that can truly treat their disciples and followers to this extent, where the rules of the mountain are fair, where fellow disciples still have conscience, and where the elders do not treat them as slaves?

At the time of life and death for the sect, even if the disciples had been dissatisfied with the sect in the past, they were about to leave the mountain gate where they were raised and educated for most of their lives or even their entire lives, and no one would not be nostalgic and cherish it.

A gentleman will die for his friend, and a man will be kind to the one who knows him.

All the disciples were reluctant to leave and felt sad.

“Alright, except for the disciples of Zhen and Qi Erfeng, all the elders and disciples, set off immediately!” Chen Guan’s eyes were already showing a trace of blood. The Qi Ling of today was the result of his half life’s hard work, and now that he is gone, how could he not feel pain in his heart?

The four true cultivators also knew that this was their only chance to survive under the current situation. They all stepped out and bowed respectfully to Chen Guandao: "Farewell, Master! Farewell, Qi Ling!"

More than 4,000 disciples behind him bowed down in unison. Some were crying, some were confused, and some were calm. They all said in unison: "Farewell, Master! Farewell, Qi Ling."

Amid the mighty shouts, there were only Chen Guan, the two true practitioners behind him, and the disciples from the Qi and Zhen peaks who were still standing upright.

Chen Guan gently raised his hands, and for the first time, without the dignity of a sect leader, he said in a gentle voice like an elder: "Qiling Mountain will always be waiting for you to return! Go!"

Bai Suwen stood up, took a step, and the wind and snow condensed into clouds like a boat. He shouted in a voice transmission: "Lingfeng disciples, follow me out of the mountain!"

Su Tuo slapped the ground with both hands, and a huge mountain rose up, like a tall building. He shouted: "Disciples of Shuwu Peak, follow me out of the mountain!"

Zhao Xuting extended his hand and a stream of fire fell in front of him. He said in a sad voice, "Disciples of Qifeng, follow me out of the mountain."

Li Hanxing waved his sleeves, and the night-blooming cereus blossomed all over the ground in front of him, with a dim light like night. He sighed, "Fufeng disciples, follow me out of the mountain!"

In the midst of a hurried and busy procession, four true practitioners took off into the air with many disciples. After looking at the mountains with reluctance, they went in all directions.

After the five groups of disciples had left, there were only less than a thousand people left in the huge Fuso Square, which seemed deserted and empty for a moment.

Chen Guan closed his heavy eyes. The field was cold and silent, and no one spoke.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer tired, and said calmly: "Junior Brother Lu, activate the Fusang formation!"

Lu Fei walked out from behind him, picked up the formation plate, and suddenly a dazzling beam of light burst out and shot up into the sky, condensing formation patterns at a height of hundreds of feet, connecting hundreds of formation bases, and deriving formation restrictions like a sea of ​​stars, which combined with the tall Fusang sacred tree, covering the entire Qi Ling Mountain.

Chen Guan then spoke up: "Although Zhenfeng was established only a few decades ago, each of the disciples has received countless spiritual resources from the master.

As for Qi Feng, most of them are disciples of Wang Clan of Yuncheng. As long as the Tao is there and the clan is there, as long as the sect is there and the clan is there, they are all responsible for guarding the mountain.

The reason I left you here is because I'm not sure whether it's easier to survive if you stay or if you escape.

But regardless of life or death, someone must guard the ancestral land of Qi Lingmen and the burial place of our ancestors.

Everyone, are you willing to follow me, Chen Guan, and guard the foundation passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors of Qiling Sect?"

Wang Lingchuan, the head of Qifeng, said with tears in his eyes: "Disciple is willing to follow the master till death!"

The Wang family disciples and Zhenfeng disciples behind him immediately said, "Disciples are willing to follow the master until death!"

"Okay, no matter what happens in the future, at least at this moment, we are united as one. Even if the mountain gate is broken in the future, I will still try to find a glimmer of hope for you!
As the one buried with our ancestors' foundation, I, Chen Guan, am enough.

You just need to do your best, and if it doesn't work, you can run for your lives. To defend is an order, to escape is also an order. Today you are willing to follow me and risk your lives to defend it. If it doesn't work tomorrow, you must also follow my order to escape.

As long as you are alive, and one of the more than 5,000 disciples of Qiling Sect is alive, my Qiling Ancient Road will not be finished!"

Lu Fei behind him couldn't help but be touched. The supreme prestige of the sect leader did not come from his strength, but from his own charm, his wholehearted devotion to the sect's orthodoxy, and his open-heartedness towards his disciples.

"Master, our sect's formations, pills, talismans, weapons, and puppets have all been prepared for many years. We are just waiting for your order." Wang Lingyun said.

"Okay, I will open the five vaults later and distribute them to the disciples." Chen Guan explained to the disciples, "I have been planning today's changes for decades, using the spiritual resources from various markets to collect and accumulate various spiritual objects, refine them and store them in the five vaults, just waiting for today.

The disciples of Zhenfeng assist Junior Brother Lu in guarding the formation base, and the disciples of Qifeng guard the Thousand Puppets Ancient Formation on the mountain. The two formations are linked together, with the assistance of many talismans, tools, pills, puppets, and formations. Even a true cultivator of the ninth level, even tens of thousands of cultivators cannot break through the iron wall of our Qi Ling Sect!
We, the descendants, have done our best. Whether we can preserve the inheritance of the Taoism depends on whether our ancestors will protect us!"

……

In the Xiguang area, a mountain shadow like smoke and dust floated down over the Xiang family's sky, alarming the Xiang family. Immediately, a cultivator from the Xiang family came to stop it.

Su Tuo held a book in his hand and said loudly, "A disciple of Qi Ling Sect is passing through Xiguang today. I have left a handwritten letter here. Please pass it on to the master family. This is a matter of life and death for our clan, so please be sure to pass it on!"

Upon hearing this, the true cultivator did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly took the letter and exchanged greetings with his clan members.

The host looked at the letter in Changze's hand, and was shocked. His face changed drastically and he said, "Let him go immediately and allow him to pass through the border. Don't make it difficult for him in the slightest.

And summon all the true cultivators and elders of the clan to make a decision together!"

The entire Xiang family was in turmoil, and people from all directions flocked to their ancestral land.

……

At Yinque Mountain, Su Yao looked at the brilliant clouds and strange images above Qi Ling Gate in the distance, and said solemnly, "I have finally waited for this day!

Ning Zhu, you take the three secret disciples to Tianxia Mountain, and you cannot leave the mountain until this calamity is over!" Ning Zhu frowned slightly, "Master, what are you going to do?"

"I have been born with a destiny. If I am gone, the Yinque Mountain Taoist tradition will depend on you in the future." Su Yao looked at her with a smile, "No matter what the result is after this calamity, a new life will come!"

……

More than a month later, at the Dongchu royal family, a cold snow fell above the peaceful mountain gate, and the disciples guarding the mountain gate were awakened.

In the cold snow, a group of cultivators stood in the clouds. The woman standing in the front was graceful and said in the cold wind: "True cultivator Bai Suwen has come to see the ancestor of the Dongchu Wang family! The cold snow has arrived, and the world will be bright!"

The disciples guarding the mountain were still confused when they saw a bright light suddenly rising from the family land with great momentum, going straight into the Feng Gang, causing changes in the constellations in the sky. The stars twinkled in the daytime, illuminating the spiritual power of various places on Nanjue Island.

The stars were as bright as day, illuminating all the sects. Between heaven and earth, a woman’s clear but unquestionable voice rang out, announcing to all the sects in the world: “

I have heard that the Supreme Sect has no moral principles and is not worthy of its position, which has caused the world to be in chaos and all living things to suffer. It is greedy by nature and has collected many spiritual objects to enrich its own pockets, causing the hundreds of ways to lose their spiritual support and the immortal path to be without moral principles. It is also jealous of the talents and many heroes of the hundreds of families have been humiliated. Under the Zhoutian, evil and wickedness prevail and the wind of bullying and cruelty prevails.

The upper sect is unkind, and the punishments are harsh and unfair. Unjust killings occur frequently, and all the cultivators are afraid of its power and dare not speak out. It humiliates its subordinates in every way, enslaves all the sects, and slaughters all the sects to seek supremacy, causing the southern sects to be in ruins and the inheritance to be lost repeatedly.

Now my Eastern Chu king has moved away and has been sent down to the world by the will of heaven to attack it. We have gathered people of benevolence and ambition, accepted the will of heaven, followed the will of the people, and risen up to attack it.

I wish this manifesto would spread to all directions, and heroes from all directions would rise up together to punish the tyrant clan, return the rule of the Southern Jue Ming to us, save the ten thousand cultivators from the water and fire, restore the prosperity of the hundred paths, make the world bright, and let the immortal path prosper forever! "

The sound of the war manifesto, with the help of the power of the stars in the sky, resounded throughout Nanjue, shocking all the cultivators in Nanjue. All of them were stunned and frightened. Was Wang Qianli crazy?

However, as soon as this manifesto was issued, there were immediate responses from all directions.

Nine bright lights rose into the sky and transformed into a Nine Palaces formation. An old and turbid voice sounded: "I am the emperor of the Nine Palaces. Now I respond to the order of the divine messenger Wang Qianli and raise an army to attack the Linglong Sect!
Within 20 years, the Linglong Sect's real person will return to Nanjue, slaughter all the hundreds of sects to gather the Qi of the Zhoutian, and impact the highest status. We can only fight to the death, borrow the power of the God's Messenger, kill Linglong, and break its momentum, so as to get this chance to survive!

I wish all the southern tribes would join together to attack him!"

"I am Ling Qiuyu from the Upper Water Palace. I am willing to defeat him together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the response of the great cultivator of Shangshui Palace coming from the water clouds on all sides!

"I am Guo Yingao from the Guo clan of Zhongtian City, and I am willing to join forces with you to defeat him!"

"I am the third wife of Baihua Sect, and I am willing to help you defeat him!"

"I am Guiyin from Bailing Sect, and I am willing to join forces with you to defeat him."

"We, Xiguang, and our family, are willing to join forces to defeat him!"

"I am Hanyu of Xueyin Valley Palace, and I am willing to defeat him together!"

"My Cangsong Pavilion..."

……

The auras that rose to the sky made all the cultivators in the world tremble, because these cultivators were all high-level cultivators, each of them was a high-level cultivator who dominated a region and was famous throughout the world.
The trend of attacking the clan that is sweeping in all directions has thus arisen. No matter whether all forces in the world are willing or not, they will be involved in it and carried forward by this tremendous trend.

There were a total of seventeen upper-level true cultivators, and even the hidden independent cultivators on Nanjue Island came out in response. It was not because they had great moral integrity, nor because they were ignorant and fearless, but because they knew that they had no choice but to die!
Unlike these seventeen great practitioners, all other sects and schools in the world that join the crusade will die in silence.

……

At Bailing Gate, above Guichi, Guiyin sat leisurely on the armchair. He gently picked up the purple clay cup and took a sip of tea. He closed his eyes comfortably and immersed himself in the fragrance of the tea.

In front of him, at his feet, knelt a row of Bailing Sect practitioners.

The six true practitioners were all trembling with fear, with their heads touching the ground on the smooth blue brick slabs beside the pool, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Guiyin slowly put down the teacup, stood up, walked to the six people with his hands behind his back. The light and shadow he passed by cast a shadow on them, making them feel a pang in their hearts.

He walked back and forth without stopping, and began to walk a second time. When he came to the second Zhenxiu, he stopped.

The true cultivator shuddered, and was extremely frightened, until he heard Gui Yin's soft voice above his head:

"Keep your head up."

He slowly raised his head with a pale face, cold sweat on his forehead, and saw the ink-black robe standing right in front of him.

He kowtowed in fear and said, "Sir, please spare my life! Sir, please spare my life! Sir, please spare my life!"

Gui Yin ignored his pleas for mercy and just laughed, "It's you."

After saying that, he continued to walk forward, stopped in front of the fourth true cultivator, and said with a smile: "And you."

Upon hearing this, the female Zhen cultivator was instantly paralyzed. She bowed in disbelief and hurriedly said, "Sir, spare my life! I... I..."

"Just the two of you are enough." Guiyin said, slowly sat back on the armchair, picked up the cup of tea again and took a sip.

Upon hearing this, the remaining four true practitioners relaxed and visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and even looked at the two chosen true practitioners with sympathy.

"The leaders of each family will go to attack Linglong Sect. I don't need to go. You four should feel honored to be able to contribute to the inheritance of your ancestors' Taoist tradition." Guiyin put down the teacup and said slowly.

"What? Us...four?"

The four true practitioners stood still on the spot for an instant, as if they were frozen in place.

"Sir, why are there four of us? If we all go, then the foundation of Bailingmen..."

A true practitioner begged in fear.

"Don't worry, I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

Guiyin smiled and cast his eyes on the four people, "If I don't go, Master Jiang will inevitably be unhappy. You guys go, bring 90% of the disciples with you, and go to congratulate Master Jiang."

As soon as these words came out, the two true cultivators who had originally begged for mercy were stunned. Their expressions changed from fear to joy, and they hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you very much, sir, for sparing our lives!"

The remaining four true cultivators wailed in fear, "Master, please spare my life. I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Are you afraid of death?" Guiyin asked with a smile.

"Afraid! Afraid! I'm afraid of death!"

"Please spare my life, sir. I am a coward, but I beg you to spare my life to serve you!"

……

The four of them cried and begged hurriedly.

"Since you are all afraid of death, then raise your heads."

Guiyin's voice sounded faintly.

The four of them hurriedly raised their heads, with fear and hesitation on their faces. As soon as they raised their heads, they met Guiyin's vertical blue and black pupils.

The power of Guishui flashed in the pupils, unconsciously dyeing the eyes of the four people into a turbid blue color. The uneasiness and fear on their faces gradually disappeared, turning into normal calm expressions.

"Go."

Gui Yin retracted his gaze, and the four of them immediately stood up, and said respectfully with a clear mind and no abnormal expression, "Yes! Sir!"

After the four people left, the remaining two true practitioners felt their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

Gui Yin shook his head and sighed, “No one in this world wants to die.

But whether to live or not is not up to you to decide. "

"Yes! Yes! Your Excellency is right!" the female Zhen cultivator who stayed behind responded quickly.

Guiyin smiled and glanced at the man who was a little dazed, "Heyi, if you hadn't failed to break through the seventh level due to the calamity you suffered that year, you would have to go now."

The man called He Yi was startled and said hurriedly, "Thank you for your advice, you saved my life."

“Sir, will those seniors who are above the seventh level really be willing to die?” the woman asked carefully.

"Haha, so what if you are promoted? So what if you have completed the Nine Revolutions? If you can't achieve the Golden Elixir, you are still an ant.

Just like the four of them in the sect, didn’t they want to go? But in the end they still had to go. "Gui Yin walked to the emerald green Gui Pond, scooped up a little Gui water, and gently pointed, and two drops of Gui water fell on the eyebrows of the two.

"Go and seal the mountain. The water in the Gui Pond is so turbid that the rays of light cannot reach you two.

Among those who can stay on Nanjue Island, there will always be people from Bailing Sect."

(End of this chapter)