This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 174: Ginger is still spicier when old

The people from Yanzhen Sect were busy with important matters, and the people from Qianren Sect, as guests, naturally could not stay in Xianque Palace any longer and were arranged to stay temporarily in the guest rooms.

After all, they came with sincerity to exchange ideas, and it's impossible for the people of Yanzhen Sect to kick them out just because they have something to do. Moreover, they are quite interested in that special letter, so they temporarily arranged for someone to stay at Yanzhen Sect. Of course, they won't stop them if they want to leave.

Xunyangzi and the others had no objections. They were told it was only a day's wait, so what was a wait? They went back to sit for a while and took a nap.

A disciple of the Yanzhen Sect used a giant emerald green leaf to lead the people of the Qianren Sect to the inn. After Xunyangzi and the others left, the disciple hurriedly cupped his hands in apology.

"Esteemed seniors, the sect leader has ordered that I must go to the Ancestral Hall immediately after seeing you all off. There is nothing needed here, so please make yourselves at home for now!"

"Oh, it's alright, you may go!"

One of the people next to Xunyangzi said this, and the disciple of Yanzhen Sect hurriedly rode the green leaf into the sky and left, leaving only the guests of Qianren Sect in the inn.

The group looked up and around, and could see spiritual light rising in some places, indicating that many disciples of the Yanzhen Sect were heading to their ancestral hall.

"So many people, did they all go?"

"I have no idea what they're up to."

"That Dao Yan Zhenren is indeed as crazy as the rumors say!"

"Alas, be careful what you say!"

While a few elders of the Thousand Blades Sect were discussing something outside the guesthouse, the younger disciples who had arrived earlier heard the commotion and ran out.

"Uncle-Master!" "Uncle-Master, Master!"

"We just heard the Zhenshan Bell of Yanzhen Sect ring. Has something happened?"

Xunyangzi turned around and smiled when he saw the younger generation.

"It shouldn't be anything serious, and there's no sign of any external enemy attack. Don't worry, let's go. We'll rest here for a day. This guesthouse of the Yanzhen Sect doesn't look very nice!"

"Uncle-Master, Master, we have something important to report!"

"you?"

Xun Yangzi and the other elders of the Thousand Blades Sect looked at the younger generation, while the younger generation's gazes were all fixed on their junior brother.

This situation, even before anything was said, stirred something in the hearts of Xunyangzi and the others.
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At the Ancestral Hall halfway up the Ancestral Peak of the Yanzhen Sect, Zhuang Lin sat beneath the enormous stone statue. Not wanting to occupy the central position, he sat to the side.

The two Yanzhen Sect disciples, who were assigned by Dao Yanzi to prepare food for the guests, had several tables set up and were filled with some spiritual fruits and food produced by the sect itself, as well as drinks including tea and even spiritual wine.

Although Zhuang Lin looked like a young scholar, and sat there without any airs.

However, the two disciples of Yanzhen Sect were still very reserved, standing side by side without daring to be negligent in the slightest. They were guessing which senior expert this was, and wondering what had happened when the Zhenshan Bell rang.

However, the answer will obviously be revealed soon.

Dao Yanzi was the first to return. As soon as he entered the Ancestral Hall, he saw Zhuang Lin sitting there with some things prepared beside him and he smiled.

"Senior, everything has been arranged. The junior disciples from the sect will be here soon."

"Fellow Daoist, did your sect's mountain-suppressing bell ring just now?"

Zhuang Lin knew this basic common sense. He knew that this was quite a big deal, but he didn't expect Dao Yanzi to go and smash the Zhenshan Bell directly.

Dao Yanzi didn't see anything wrong with it at all.

"I was too lazy to bother with those brats locking up the Immortal Palace. This is perfect, everyone knows now. Besides, this Mountain-Suppressing Bell hasn't been used for so many years, I didn't know if it would still work. I tried it, and it works great!"

Only you could come up with such a reason.
Although he had only known Dao Yanzi for a day, Zhuang Lin already felt that he knew Dao Yanzi's temperament very well.

To be honest, it's quite easy to communicate with such a straightforward person.

The two Yanzhen Sect disciples on the side couldn't help but exchange a glance. They didn't dare to breathe loudly. What had they seen?
Grandmaster Dao Yanzi actually called someone "senior"? And his attitude was extremely respectful.

You should know that among the disciples of the sect, everyone knows about the temperament of Grandmaster Dao Yanzi. For him to call someone "senior," it must be someone of the level of the sect's founder.
"Perfect timing, they're here!"

Dao Yanzi suddenly said this, and Zhuang Lin and the two male and female disciples of Yanzhen Sect next to him also looked towards the gate of the Ancestral Hall.

There were clearly gusts of wind, streaks of light, and magical artifacts falling down from there. Figures appeared outside the Ancestral Hall, and then, led by elders such as Chang Ruoyu, the head of the Yanzhen Sect, they walked up the steps of the Ancestral Hall.

At first, a large shadowy area was cast into the Ancestral Hall, and then a large group of people entered the hall.

Zhuang Lin took a deep breath. It seemed like they couldn't handle even a few hundred people, and the footsteps behind them hadn't stopped yet. He could only sigh inwardly and realize he needed to be more careful.
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A group led by Chang Ruoyu entered the Ancestral Hall first, followed by the sect's true disciples and other core disciples. The first person they saw was Zhuang Lin, who was standing next to Dao Yanzi.

A mortal? Obviously not.

That person must be a master of concealing their inner energy!
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and come in to pay your respects to Senior Zhuang!" At this moment, Chang Ruoyu and the others did not slack off. The disciples behind them could also hear Dao Yanzi's words. The group entered the Ancestral Hall one after another, taking up a considerable part of the originally spacious hall.

Then, led by Chang Ruoyu, the group respectfully bowed to Zhuang Lin.

"I, a disciple of the Yanzhen Sect, pay my respects to Senior Zhuang—"

"Greetings, Senior Zhuang!"

The disciples of Yanzhen Sect greeted him in unison, and then Dao Yanzi quickly gave Chang Ruoyu a meaningful look.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and come over here. Senior is busy with many matters and has limited time. There is only one day. Once all disciples are seated, the timer will begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dao Yanzi flicked his sleeve, and a stream of light flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a dripping bell beneath the stone statue in the Ancestral Master Hall.

Dao Yanzi also had a little trick up his sleeve. This day couldn't be counted from when he left the house, nor could it be counted from when he was waiting for someone. It had to be counted from when everyone was seated.

Chang Ruoyu and the others naturally sat closest to the throne, followed by the core disciples of the true lineage. Later, when there wasn't enough room in the Ancestral Hall, some people even sat outside the hall, but they were all within earshot of each other.

"Today I have invited Senior Zhuang to point out the errors in our sect's cultivation. This is for one day only, and I can only express my doubts about cultivation one by one. Senior Zhuang will only explain whether our cultivation is right or wrong, and will not say anything else. Please be aware of this!"

Dao Yanzi spoke concisely, but his words contained a great deal of information. After he finished speaking, he looked at Chang Ruoyu, who had a look of surprise on his face.

“Nephew Headmaster, you go first, followed by the elders!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dao Yanzi pointed towards where Chang Ruoyu was. Although Zhuang Lin was sitting there without moving, he felt a sudden shift in the surrounding light.

The next moment, everyone in the Ancestral Hall disappeared, leaving only Zhuang Lin sitting at the table and Chang Ruoyu standing close by.

This move stirred something within Zhuang Lin, as it was somewhat similar to the formations in places like the Transmission Tower of Hidden Immortal Valley.

While it's difficult to compare their strengths, this one is clearly superior in terms of refinement.

Chang Ruoyu was slightly nervous. The person in front of him was a complete stranger, but his martial uncle called him a senior and even rang the mountain-suppressing bell for him, which was enough to explain the situation.

Although they had already exchanged greetings, Chang Ruoyu still stood up and bowed again separately.

"In that case, I hope you will enlighten me, senior!"

Zhuang Lin didn't get up; he accepted the bow and then spoke directly.

"If there is anything uncertain in your practice, just tell me, and I will point it out to you if you can!"

Chang Ruoyu didn't stand on ceremony. After sitting down again, he tried describing the situation a few times and finally understood that the so-called guidance was simply about right and wrong, regardless of anything else. But that was enough!
Inside the Ancestral Hall, Zhuang Lin and Chang Ruoyu sat in a halo filled with a sense of emptiness. It was as if the two could be seen, yet they seemed blurry and unreal, as if they were not actually in front of them, let alone hear anything.

Many people would occasionally glance at the water droplet clock that Dao Yanzi had set out, where water dripped down and the markings on it rotated from time to time, making some people secretly anxious.

It wasn't until nearly an hour and a half later that the ethereal aura surrounding Zhuang Lin and Chang Ruoyu dissipated.

Zhuang Lin was just sipping a cup of spiritual liquid to moisten his throat, while Chang Ruoyu's expression was rather strange, somewhat dazed and lost.

Dao Yanzi sighed inwardly. He could understand his nephew's feelings, but there was no time to hesitate.

"Next!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Grand Elder of Yanzhen Sect and Zhuang Lin were once again alone in the Ancestral Hall.

Zhuang Lin had figured it out. In this state, he and the person in front of him could even walk around the Ancestral Hall and demonstrate immortal techniques without any problem, and no one outside could see or disturb them.

"Senior, please enlighten me!"

Zhuang Lin was already quite adept at handling similar matters and similar etiquette.

Nearly an hour later, Zhuang Lin and his companion reappeared.

Chang Ruoyu had recovered his senses and subconsciously looked at the Water Drop Clock, but before he could speak, Dao Yanzi cast another spell, and Zhuang Lin and the other person disappeared once again.

"Next!"

"Uncle-Master, there's not enough time! I know you're doing this out of good intentions, but it's only been one day."

Chang Ruoyu understood Dao Yanzi's good intentions. As elders, he and the older generation in the sect needed to set an example of authority in front of the disciples, but they had made quite a few mistakes in their cultivation.

If someone were to point it out in front of others, it wouldn't just be a matter of prestige; it could cause the members of the Yanzhen Sect to lose confidence.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. You few good-for-nothings can ask questions individually, the true disciples can all ask together, and then all the disciples can ask questions together in the Ancestral Hall. I've already figured out how to use this day!"

Upon hearing this, Chang Ruoyu was relieved, and the Grand Elder, who had just emerged from his guidance state, also looked much better.

Although Uncle Daoyanzi sometimes has a bad temper and an unstable mentality, when his mind is sharp, he can think really fast!
It turns out that old ginger is still spicy!
(End of this chapter)