The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 99: End of Life
Zhang Qi saw the changing expressions on her face, and could only sigh. Three ancient coins floated in the air, covering the four people. Then he said, "I think it is... The ancestor of the Qian family has a high level of cultivation, and he sensed something unusual in the Binghuo position. Uncle Qian, you also cultivate Binghuo, and you are a direct descendant, and you are also talented, so he wanted to use you, Senior Sister, to verify something.

That’s why you were sent to Qi Ling Sect, and the ancestor Wang Xun had the foresight to accept you.”

"So they are afraid that I will bring harm to the clan. The Nine-turn True Cultivation can inspire status. The ancestor has already made plans, not only for the world, but also for the relatives." Qian Shiyan looked sad and said, "After this incident, I will go into seclusion to break through the third turn. If I have the energy to spare, I will continue to go into seclusion until the fourth turn. I will be in charge of the sect, so you can do whatever you want."

Chen Guan sighed, "Sister, you don't have to embarrass yourself like this. Everyone in Qi Ling Sect regards you as a fellow disciple. Apart from some secrets that cannot be passed on without the master, I have not concealed anything from you, Senior Sister."

Qian Shiyan nodded, her expression calming down, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

"Why not send this heavenly spiritual root to the upper sect? Don't they "love" talented people in the world? I'm sure the elders in the upper sect will be delighted to see this peerless talent with a heavenly spiritual root." Zhang Qi suggested.

"I'm afraid this won't work." Qian Shiyan shook her head and said, "When this child was born, there was a bright glow in the sky. If that person was interested, I'm afraid this child wouldn't exist before our eyes. I'm afraid the upper sect wouldn't dare to accept him either."

"If I send it out, I'm afraid that anyone with a little bit of Taoism won't accept it, and those without Taoism might not know the seriousness of the matter and cause a disaster.

We must not hurt or harm them. Even if they are good providers, we don’t know what will happen in the future…” Chen Guan frowned and said bitterly, “This is really a problem.”

"Trouble? I don't think so." Li Yuan curled his lips and smiled, "Since you don't know how to deal with him, I will accept him as my disciple."

"What? Accept him as your disciple! With such a huge cause and effect, Junior Brother Li, you..." Chen Guan was shocked and said, "I'm afraid you can't bear it."

"My method is a great cause and effect." Li Yuan smiled and raised his hand. A black treasure banner floated on his palm. "This banner hides thousands of souls, how much hatred of life and death? If I have this boy by my side, those without background can't touch me, and those who can touch me dare not. I use his power, and he uses my power. We complement each other, how can it be bad?"

Zhang Qi also relaxed his brows and said with a smile: "That's right, wealth and honor are sought in danger."

"But wealth and honor can also be lost in danger." Chen Guan was still a little cautious and did not quite agree.

"Master, do you think we are rich now?" Li Yuan snorted. "With a heritage of 4,000 years, we are the oldest sect on Nanjue Island. Now we have fallen to the point where we are blocked at the door and almost become a dog without a home. Is this what wealth is?"

After these words were spoken, Qian Shiyan couldn't help but look sideways. This boy was too good at probing people's hearts. Even though she didn't have much attachment to Qi Lingmen, she felt uncomfortable hearing these words.

Zhang Qi's face changed after hearing this, but he was very skilled in cultivating his Qi, so he just raised his head to look at Chen Guan.

Chen Guan, who was sitting in the upper seat, had a mixture of blue and red on his face, but he did not get angry. He was silent for a long time, his face returned to calm, and he sighed and said, "It's rare that you have such an enterprising spirit, so I'll follow your words.

From now on, you will be the law enforcement elder of the sect, and you can execute all the disciples. I only hope that you can handle it impartially and without favoritism."

Li Yuan did not show any humility and said bluntly: "Master, just rest assured."

……

Qifeng, by the window of an old house, Wang Yi held a red pen and wrote on one of the pages of a thick book: "The then head of the sect, Chen Guan, joined forces with the Xiang family and turned against them. Since then, all the families in Guangyuan Mountain Range have been defeated.

The Wang family of Tongshan moved to the land of Dongchu and settled down there.

The Xu family of Qinghe joined the Shangshui Palace. It turned out that the Xu family was a branch of the Shangshui Palace.

As for Qingfeng Pavilion, its disciples had moved away long ago, leaving only some old, weak, sick and disabled disciples to disguise as the mountain gate. The true cultivator among the sect, Lou Jing, had already moved his disciples to the Beixuan territory and re-established the mountain gate.

Among the Guangyuan Mountains, only Yinque Mountain remains intact, as if it has a strong backer.

The five families seemed to be working together to fight the foreign enemies, but in fact they had already found their own ways of retreat.

The historian warned: When you encounter danger, you must find a way to escape. Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but that is not enough!

After finishing this stroke, Wang Yi weakly put down the red brush and whispered, "Someone come here."

"Deacon! Do you have any instructions?" A young disciple came over.

"Go and ask the peak master to come over." Wang Yi said with a weak breath.

"Yes! I will go and invite you right away."

The disciple ran out in a hurry. The smell of old soil in the room made Wang Yi feel familiar. He slowly opened his eyes. The sunlight from the window shone into the room. In the middle was a landscape painting with a pair of couplets on both sides.

Wang Yi stood up with the help of a chair, walked closer, stood in the shadow outside a line, and squinted at the couplet.

On the right: Qi Xintian Ting
On the left is: Xuanyuan Guanming
The landscape painting depicts a fairy palace with dancing fairies, celestial maidens holding elixirs, and fairies feasting among the magnificent pavilions. In the entire ancient painting, there are only three words hung on the highest palace.

It was a kind of ancient immortal script, not a language he knew.

But the elders in the clan passed down from generation to generation would tell their descendants that the three words were called "Weiyang Palace".

There were footsteps outside the door. "Old uncle, is there something wrong?"

Wang Yi came back to his senses and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Peak Master."

"Uncle, you're welcome." Wang Yong hurriedly helped him up and asked in a gentle voice, "Uncle, is there anything important?"

"This is a sixty-year history of our clan. I have finished writing it and am giving it to the peak master to take a look." Wang Yi picked up the thick book. Every page was filled with densely packed small characters, representing the author's efforts.

"My uncle is thoughtful." Wang Yong took the thick family history and couldn't help but sighed, "Nowadays, there are people in the family who write the family history, but no one is interested in the family history of our Yuncheng Wang family.

Fortunately, you are here, my great uncle."

"I can't write anymore in the future." Wang Yi sighed. "I feel that my time is up. Now my clan has been completely integrated into Qifeng and is no longer a clan. There is not even a clan leader anymore, so after thinking about it, I can only find you."

Wang Yong's expression became serious, and he consoled him: "Although the sect's rules are a little lax, the sect's rules are strict. With the law-enforcing elders here, which disciple dares to violate them?"

Wang Yi shook his head and said, "Even though the sect's rules and regulations can restrain disciples' words and deeds, they cannot foster loyalty and courage.

The Qi Ling Sect has a long history, and the foundation of its governance has undergone several changes, but our Yuncheng Wang Family has never been replaced.

Some things cannot be passed down by the sect.

The sect's rules and regulations can make the disciples of the mountain sect follow the rules on a daily basis, but they cannot make the disciples loyal to the sect and devote themselves to the Tao when the sect is destroyed."

Wang Yong's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a smile, "Uncle, you are worrying too much. The sect is thriving now, so how can there be any crisis?"

“I am now 217 years old, and I have personally witnessed the peace and tranquility of our sect when our ancestor Wang Xun was alive.

He also experienced the time when Patriarch Li Yuan was entrusted with the task of saving the inheritance from destruction when the sect was about to be annihilated.

I have only lived for 200 years and have experienced many ups and downs. How can I know what the Qi Ling Sect will be like in a hundred or a thousand years?" Wang Yi sighed, "But I am now weak and powerless, and there is no real cultivator in the Wang family. The clan is increasingly disintegrating. I can only write this family history passed down from generation to generation for the clan. I hope that future disciples can have history to rely on, and use history as a mirror to understand the rise and fall, whether it is managing the family and the clan, or preaching the Dharma to the outside world, they will have something to rely on.

You have to promise me that you will pass on the clan history. All Wang family disciples must read the clan history for a thousand years!" The Wang family's clan history only records records within a thousand years. Anything older than a thousand years will be collected by the clan and not allowed to be seen.

Wang Yong heard this and looked at his aging uncle in front of him, and sighed, "Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely remember your instructions."

Wang Yi smiled and said, "Okay, I am relieved now. The Peak Master is busy, so please go back to the palace."

Upon seeing this, Wang Yong bowed and left.

The old house fell silent again. He leaned on his cane and took one last look at the eight-character ancient saying that had been passed down for thousands of years. Then he walked out of the door slowly, locked it, and sealed the spiritual barrier.

He limped down the mountain, and instead of standing at the top of the mountain, he came to the Baique Pagoda, sat on a rock, and looked at those fresh and lively young disciples. Wang Yi felt as if he had become much younger.

Those vague memories buried deep in his soul gradually became clear. He recalled that when he was six years old, he was diagnosed with spiritual roots. The whole family was rejoicing for more than half a month. Not only did his parents in Yuncheng receive rewards from the clan and move into a new house, but his younger brothers and sisters also had schools to go to. Life changed drastically in the blink of an eye.

Later, he was taken to the mountains, where he met the elders of the tribe and learned to read and write and identify acupuncture points and meridians with many children in the mountains.

The most famous disciple of that generation was Wang Qiu from the main sect, who became the envy of all other disciples in the sect.

The years of cultivation passed by like flowing water in the blink of an eye. He cultivated in the mountains, did chores, and occasionally enjoyed wine and meat with fellow disciples and clansmen. In his forties, he passed like this and became a deacon disciple.

When he returned home, his parents were extremely respectful to him. His former younger brothers and sisters had grown up and were in awe of their big brother.

Blood ties gradually become distant, and immortals and mortals are two different worlds.

He thought back on his life, the countless things he had experienced, the care of his elders, the conflicts between his fellow disciples, and it seemed that in essence, there was not much difference between his life and that of the mortal world.

Later, when he was a hundred years old, he became an elder in the late stage of Qi Refining, and his senior brother Wang Qiu also became the peak master.

That day, when he went down the mountain to conduct the three-yearly disciple recruitment exercise, he identified a top-notch genius disciple named Li Yunming.

He returned to the mountain in great surprise and reported to the peak master.

But he found that the peak master's face didn't seem so happy.

Later, he became an elder with seniority in the clan and was able to write the clan history and read it. He carefully discovered that every sixty years or so, there would always be a few talented disciples who were sent out to travel or were incorporated into the clan, but their names would no longer appear in the clan history.

Wang Yi gradually realized that the world he had known for more than a hundred years was gradually becoming different, as if a hypocritical mask was covering that ugly face, making it impossible for the world to see clearly.

The more he knew, the more silent he became. Later, Master Wang Qiufeng died, having failed to break the mirror.

Later, the beast tide mentioned in the clan history came, and one day he discovered that the soul lamp of Li Yunming in Qifeng had been extinguished at some point.

Wang Yi could only pretend that he didn't know. He found a remote stele in his disciple's cenotaph, on which someone had carved the name Li Yunming.

In the following decades, the sect experienced ups and downs, and he gradually aged. As for the possibility of further advancement, he clearly understood that his qualifications were for death.

After experiencing the years when Patriarch Li Yuan suddenly rose to power and took charge of the sect, Qi Ling Sect seemed to have become different.

He still remembers the night when Patriarch Li Yuan passed away. The stars were falling like rain, and the full moon was high in the sky, as if the whole world was bright.

The fall of the ancestor seems to be the dawn of hope!
Everything is getting better now, but it seems that no one cares about those old people who sacrificed for this in the past anymore.

So Wang Yi did not hesitate to buy an elixir of longevity, and he spent the rest of his life recording all the heroes who had died before his eyes in the family history.

I just don't know whether Qi Feng and the Wang family, his elders and the ones he cares about, will ever make a comeback.

Wang Yi gradually came out of his thoughts and heard a commotion not far away.

He saw Zhao Feiran, who had been committing petty frauds here for years, and he had embarrassed him several times.

Zhao Feiran once again announced in front of the confused eyes of many new disciples: "This is incredible! This is incredible! The latest news from the north is that the Xiguang Xiang family is going to attack Baiwu Mountain!"

"Really? We've only been living in peace for a few years, why are we fighting again?!"

"Can the Xiguang Xiang family defeat the five families of Baiwu Mountain? I heard that in recent years, Bailing Sect has produced a guest who is a true swordsman. He killed a third-level true cultivator with his strength. He is very powerful!"

"You actually don't believe my news?" Zhao Feiran blew his beard and said angrily, "When have I, Zhao Feiran, ever said anything false? Why don't you ask around? I've been in this business for at least 80 years, if not a hundred. If my reputation wasn't good, I would have been shut down long ago!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Brother Zhao, if you have any accurate information, please tell us now!"

"Yes! Yes! I just happened to have saved up a lot of magic talismans. After this war, the prices of things in Wenshan Market have increased a lot, right? I can make a small profit too!"

Some disciples urged urgently.

"I advise you guys to give up the thought. The Xiguang Xiang family is a first-class clan. There are five vassal cultivators alone, and there are more than a dozen cultivators in the family. Which weapon, pill, talisman, or formation has not been passed down?
Would anyone be interested in the inferior talismans you made?"

Zhao Feiran glanced at the disciples with disdain, "You might as well go to Lingfeng to learn the craft of puppet making. After all, this is our ancestral craft, the only one in the whole south!"

"Puppetry is so difficult to learn. It takes several years to learn one process. If I want to learn all of them, I'm afraid I will be too old and can't wait." A dissatisfied disciple said.

"Humph, that's because you're unwilling to put in the effort. Last month, a kid who hadn't even started learning in the academy was able to master a fire spell.

This matter even alarmed the Law Enforcement Elder, who personally accepted him as his disciple, saying that he would be under Qi Feng and would take over the position of Law Enforcement Elder in the future!"

"I've heard about it, too. This child is only eight years old, but his wisdom far exceeds that of others. He is a member of the Wang family's outer branch. I think his name is Wang Qianlei. He seems to have an earth-grade spiritual root!"

Wang Yi, who was nearby, felt relieved when he heard this and thought to himself, "It seems that the Wang family has a successor!"

But then he thought, will this child repeat the mistakes of other geniuses?
But now that the Qi Ling Sect is showing signs of thriving, they should be able to keep the child, right?

Just as he thought of this, the bright sunshine from the sky shone on his body, making him feel so warm that he fell asleep unknowingly.

"Hey, what's going on!"

"Why is there flying sand coming out of this deacon?"

A group of disciples gathered around Wang Yi, talking in a flurry.

Zhao Feiran next to him reacted and said in a deep voice:

"Silence! This deacon has passed away."

(End of this chapter)