The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 77: The Quiet Years
When Xiao Yunyu heard the thief shouting "Sir, help me", his face suddenly turned gloomy. Without thinking, he turned into a green rainbow and fled away at high speed.

But amidst the drifting snow, a dissatisfied voice could be heard, "You can't even handle such a small matter, that's all."

A flash of purple light passed by, and the person was wearing a long purple cloud skirt. A pair of bare feet as white as mutton-fat jade were stepping in the air. Above the purple cloud gauze were three thousand black silks as long as ink, which fell to her waist and were gently tied up with a long purple jade hairpin.

She wore a set of red gold lockets on her slender neck, her eyes were as bright as stars, as if they could captivate people's souls, and a dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows was like red cherry blossoms falling in the snow, revealing her soul-stirring tenderness.

The woman just raised her hand, and a purple jade belt flew out from her dress and crossed the sky. After a while, it rolled back and still bound the struggling Xiao Yunyu.

She walked up to the leader of the thieves and said, as if to make fun of him, "Useless thing."

The face of the leader of the thieves in front of him turned pale instantly, and he said in fear: "Master Yuan, please spare my life! Master Yuan, please spare my life! I will never do this again."

"Haha, you really won't have a next time."

Three purple jade belts floated between the woman's clothes and wrapped around the thief's neck like a python. A flash of purple light buried his entire body.

After three or five breaths, the purple light dimmed, and only a white skeleton fell from the sky.

She stretched out her hand and lifted Xiao Yunyu, who was struggling and unable to speak, in front of her. She sniffed him gently and smiled, "Not bad, a good soul."

After saying that, the woman stretched out her hand and slapped the flying boat into a pulp, along with all the Qi Ling Sect disciples in the boat, and then turned around and left.

But at this moment, rain suddenly mixed with the heavy snow. The falling drops of rain looked like peach blossoms blooming, forming a brilliant pink color like a tide of peach blossoms, surrounding the woman in purple.

"Disperse!"

The purple-clothed woman shouted coldly, and suddenly a purple light like fire spread out in a grand manner. The purple light engulfed the peach pink. She sneered and said, "I guess you are a true cultivator from the Qi Ling Sect? Since you are here, why are you hiding?"

In the midst of the drizzling rain and snow, Li Yuan, a man with silver hair, stepped out and looked at the woman. "Which faction do you belong to?"

"Jiugong, Purple Star Yuanzhu."

The purple-clothed woman looked at him with a smile, and said with a chuckle: "If you are not old, I would like to discuss bliss with you."

"Jiugong? Didn't our ancestors negotiate peace with Taichong Yuanzhu?"

Li Yuan's face darkened. There were twelve Yuan Lords in the Nine Palaces, all of whom were at the realm of true cultivation. The woman in front of him was probably also at the realm of the third turn of perfection.

"Taichong is no longer here. The Guangyuan Mountains are now my territory." Purple Star Yuanzhu chuckled and said, "Why don't you give this boy to me? I will never offend him again in the next hundred years."

Li Yuan frowned. It would be fine if he could take away other useless disciples. But it was not worth wasting his life on this, so he had to abandon them.

But Xiao Yunyu is a man entrusted with a mission from heaven, and he has to fight for it. Otherwise, once he loses his mission, he might not even have the last bit of favor from heaven.

Putting aside fate, only Xiao Yunyu had the chance to become a true cultivator. For this reason alone, Li Yuan had to fight for it.

"Your Excellency does not need to have such wishful thinking. You killed my disciples today and now you still want to take away my elite soldiers. It is absolutely impossible." Li Yuan raised his hand, and the rain and snow in the sky stopped and turned into cold needles that stabbed him densely.

"What? Can fellow Daoist still hold on to his life span?" Purple Star Yuanzhu chuckled disapprovingly. The purple silk around her body wrapped herself up like a purple python. No matter how many silver needles were inserted into her, they were like entering a quagmire and made no movement.

Li Yuan ignored her smiling question and raised his hand again. Thirty-six precious scrolls appeared in the void, and the light blue fluorescence immediately filled the entire sky.

"Treasure Scrolls! There are so many of them!" A look of surprise flashed across Zixing Yuanzhu's eyes and he was about to run away immediately.

But Li Yuan shot out one foot in the air, and suddenly the space around Purple Star Yuanzhu seemed to turn into a solid wall, preventing him from escaping at all.

With just this one blockage, the blue light in the sky was completely aroused. Li Yuan urged his divine consciousness to form a formation and shouted, "Cloud Dragon Tide Sea Formation, rise!"

Suddenly, sea-blue light covered the entire sky, and waves rose up, fiercely suppressing the purple light in the formation. A 281-foot-long giant dragon roared, turning rivers and seas upside down, and swam around the group of purple light to wear it down.

The Purple Star Yuanzhu in the formation said angrily, "What a dying man! He has used up all his strength. I will fight you today!"

After she finished speaking, ninety-nine purple jade belts suddenly rose from her body. At the same time, she took off her hairpin, held it in her right hand, and pointed her left hand to the sky. She activated her magical powers and chanted, "Nine stars return to life, borrow Qi from Ziwei. Stars fall!"

She held the hairpin in her right hand and drew it across the sky. Suddenly, a streak of starlight flashed in the distant sky, and a purple light shone brightly, as if a star had fallen from the sky and smashed down heavily.

Li Yuan could not dodge when he saw this, otherwise the talisman formation would disperse. He directly used the talisman power in the formation, and the dragon soared into the sea, carrying the vast ocean waves and rushing up to the sky, colliding with the falling star.

"Boom~"

The spiritual light on the thirty-six precious scrolls was dim, and although the dragon-shaped formation was extremely weak, it still existed.

Li Yuanshen felt a sharp pain in his mind, and he urged the dragon again. The dragon rolled up and pounced on the people in the formation again.

Although Purple Star Yuanzhu's face was pale, he saw the dragon rushing towards him and stabbed it with the hairpin again. The dazzling purple light with the purple qi magical power devoured the dragon.

The dragon roared, and the huge impact shattered the flesh on Purple Star Yuanzhu's right hand. The flesh and blood exploded from the fingertips, leaving only the white bones of the fingers still holding the jade hairpin in a stalemate.

Li Yuan, who was controlling the talisman formation, saw this and his eyes flashed with light. Then spring rain came from the sky, melting all the ice and snow within a thousand feet radius. Even spring green sprouts grew on the ground.

The twenty-four brand new precious scrolls once again emitted a light blue light and were about to form a talisman formation in the air.

Seeing this scene, Purple Star Yuanzhu was shocked and said, "How come he still has so many treasure scrolls?"

He immediately decided to retreat, threw Xiao Yunyu into the air, and then shouted coldly: "Since you are so stubborn today, I will wait for the next day. When you die, I will come to visit you!"

After she finished speaking, purple air appeared around her body, and she pointed it towards the sky. Suddenly, starlight and purple light shone together, and she escaped from the formation and disappeared into the distance.

Xiao Yunyu, who fell to the ground, had experienced a thrilling catastrophe. His face was fluctuating, but he still bowed and said: "Disciple thanks the ancestor for saving you! But..."

Li Yuan withdrew his magical power, and the light of the twenty-four precious talismans floating in the air dissipated, revealing that they were just twenty-four ordinary talismans. It was obvious that he had used his mind power to hint at the other party, and then used illusion to scare away the Purple Star Yuan Lord.

"Let's go back to the mountain first." Li Yuan raised his sleeves, gathered the bodies of those disciples and the spiritual objects and stones, and rushed into the mountains with Xiao Yunyu.

On the other side, starlight streaked across the sky, and the Purple Star Yuanzhu appeared, raising his right palm a little embarrassedly. The purple light flickered and covered his entire arm, and flesh and blood gradually grew out.

She recalled what happened just now, and her mind was suddenly startled. "How could I escape? Even if he has those 24 treasure scrolls, I may not lose. Moreover, if he really has so many treasure scrolls, how could he allow me to cast a spell and retreat?" Thinking back, Purple Star Yuanzhu activated her magical power, and her mind became clear. Only then did she realize the truth, and she couldn't help but said angrily: "What a cunning mind magic! He actually cast a spell on my soul. I will remember this grudge."

On the other side, in Qi Ling Mountain, Li Yuan brought Xiao Yunyu back to the mountain, handed the spiritual stones, spiritual objects and the remains of the disciples to Wang Lengchan, and turned and left.

He returned to the quiet room, unable to hold back his breathing any longer, and mobilized his true energy to flow through his body, nourishing his body to prevent aging too quickly.

As soon as he sensed that they were in danger, Li Yuan left the mountain gate and rushed there immediately.

But after all, there is a difference of thousands of miles, and Wenshanfang City is only more than 200 miles away. Even so, it is still a step slower.

Now he can no longer use his magical powers at full strength, otherwise his true essence will not be able to keep his body from aging. Once his body ages, his blood, qi, essence, and spirit will all begin to drain away, which will only reduce his lifespan faster.

In order to slow down the loss of his lifespan, he even took back his normally dispersed magical powers. As a result, the vegetation in the mountains no longer had the growth power of Yuan Shui and would naturally change with the seasons. The peach forest no longer had its spring color and was covered with falling snow and fruits.

Winter goes and spring comes, everything starts to grow, it should be a good time.

However, the Qi Ling Sect was in a gloomy and uneasy atmosphere.

It was because the sect had closed the mountain again, and the disciples were not allowed to enter or leave. The reason for the closure was that the disciples had been attacked one after another not long ago. Even the sect's highly valued candidate for true cultivation, Deacon Ni Xi, was robbed and killed.

The ancestors of the sect appear less and less frequently, and only a few peak masters are responsible for all matters major and minor in the mountain.

Time flies, and five years have passed before I knew it.

Under the osmanthus tree, Li Yuan rested for a few years and absorbed the vitality of spring several times. He finally managed to stay young and summon Wang Lengchan.

The courtyard gate opened. Compared with five years ago, Wang Lengchan who walked in no longer had the coldness and arrogance on his face, and the youthful heroism on his body was gone. He looked like a polished jade, rounder.

"Disciple pays homage to the ancestor!"

Li Yuan smiled and said casually, "You haven't been out of seclusion for several years. Can you still hold on?"

Wang Lengchan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Ancestor, the sect can still hold on."

"Closing the mountain is a helpless measure. There are too many people with ill intentions wandering outside Qi Lingmen. We can't do this." Li Yuan looked at his lowered brows and whispered, "Are the conflicts between the peaks increasing?"

"There are indeed some minor conflicts between the peaks, but with you here, old ancestor, no big waves can be caused. There are also some things that are controversial among the peaks, and it is really difficult to make a decision." Wang Lengchan suppressed the thoughts in his mind and did not dare to let the old ancestor sense it.

"Originally, I was planning to wait until the sect was stable, then establish a leader position to mediate the conflicts between the several peaks." Li Yuan sighed, "But the internal troubles are minor, and the external troubles are endless. The sect can't stand the turmoil anymore.

You should be less distracted on weekdays and just focus on cultivation. I have removed the poisonous insects from the cold springs of Sorrow Cloud Mountain. You might as well go to Sorrow Cloud Mountain for retreat."

Hearing this, Wang Lengchan's face turned ugly and he said in surprise: "Ancestor, you..."

"Don't worry, I can at least hold on for another hundred years. If I get hurt in a fight, I can still hold on for another sixty years. Just go into seclusion and rest assured." Li Yuan consoled him, "As long as I am here, the order in the sect can be maintained for a day."

"Yes! Grandmaster! After I return, I will arrange all the chores and go to Chouyun Mountain for retreat!" Wang Lengchan agreed, then he remembered something and asked, "Senior Brother Chen has been in retreat for several years. I wonder if Grandmaster can sense something?"

Li Yuan sighed deeply and said, "Let's wait and see."

Upon hearing this, Wang Lengchan's heart sank. After the ancestor said this, Senior Brother Chen was probably in trouble.

"Please send all the jade tablets and notes of the inner disciples and stewards in the mountain to me so that I can have a look."

"Yes! Ancestor!"

Wang Lengchan responded with a heavy voice and left with heavy steps.

Afterwards, Li Yuan summoned the heads of several peaks, asked them about some important matters one by one, and then went into seclusion again.

As long as Li Yuan practices his skills and enters this half-sleeping, half-cultivation state, he can slow down the loss of his lifespan and last longer.

As for what he was waiting for, Li Yuan thought in his heart that even though Chen Guan's breath was a little weak, there were so many true cultivation seeds, he only needed to give them some more time, and one of them would be able to succeed.

As long as there is one more true cultivator, the current situation can be alleviated.

Whether it was Chen Guan, Wang Lengchan, Han Yu, Xiao Yunyu, or any other disciples...

As time passed slowly, the reputation of Qiling Sect in Guangyuan Mountains gradually faded, and along with the decline of the old sect came the rise of Yinque Mountain.

However, the three families in Guangyuan did not make any comments on the new sect of Yinque Mountain.

No matter what Qingfeng Pavilion and Qinghe Xu family are like on the inside, on the surface they still follow the lead of Tongshan Wang family.

The casual cultivators feel that the peaceful and tranquil days are what the true cultivators have been waiting for during the lonely years.

Fu Kong of Qingfeng Pavilion is waiting, the old sun of the Wang family is setting, and the Xu family of Qinghe is also waiting. As long as the old sun is still there, there will be no new sun rising.

This is a truth that everyone understands. Not only the true cultivators in Guangyuan Mountains are waiting, but many other forces are also waiting.

The existence of a high-level true cultivator who has reached the ninth level and is half a step away from reaching the golden elixir is enough to shock others.

Everyone knows that the Wang family's man has not much time left, but it is not certain whether it will be one year, two years, three to five years, or even ten years.

Another seven years later, a dark yellow color suddenly appeared above the sky of Qi Ling Sect, which had been silent for a long time. Many disciples looked at it in surprise. Auspicious clouds floated above the mountain peaks, and red swans came from nowhere and gathered on the top of the mountain. Sand and soil floated up, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged like a tide.

Li Yuan, who was sleeping, was awakened. He scanned with his mind and found that it was not Chen Guan, nor the disciples he had his eyes on, but an old disciple of Qi Feng.

"Qi Feng, Wang Wuju."

On Fufeng, Bai Chen was surprised and said: "There are no outstanding people in the Wang family's Wu Zi generation, and Wang Wu Ju is already over 150 years old, right?
Why is the sound so loud? It doesn't look like a sign of failure in breaking through the realm!"

(End of this chapter)