Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 68 The Northern and Southern Daoist Schools, the Ancestor Still Has Face!

Master Qingxu stood not far away, holding a whisk.

The old Taoist priest witnessed the entire brief battle, from the moment Ye Chen slapped the great demon away, to the strange phenomenon in the Sea of ​​Wheels first drawing a demonic shadow, capable of plucking stars and seizing the moon, and suppressing the great demon with a single palm strike.

The whole process took no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

His hand, which was stroking his beard, froze in mid-air, his cloudy old eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was a sense of relief, a sense of awe, and some indescribable emotions.

The young cultivator in the Bitter Sea Realm whom he had tricked and swindled into taking in from Kunlun Mountain three years ago has now grown to this level.

At the peak of the four realms, one foot is already on the path to becoming a dragon.

The phenomenon of the Sea of ​​Wheels has been formed, and it can transform the illusory into the real, turning into a deadly move in actual combat.

Such combat power, in this era where great supernatural beings rarely appear in the world, is already considered top-tier!

"Master."

Ye Chen turned around and walked towards Master Qingxu, winking and saying, "I'm sorry to have startled you, Master Qingxu." Master Qingxu came to his senses, put down his hand that was stroking his beard, and shook his head.

"I'm not so much shocked as I'm surprised, but I didn't expect you to have gone this far."

He looked Ye Chen up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on the fluffy white thing on his shoulder.

Big White remained nestled in Ye Chen's neck, its claws hooked around his collar, its head buried in its master's shoulder, fast asleep. The earth-shattering fight hadn't even woken it up.

Master Qingxu's lips twitched slightly as he looked away.

"Let's go, we can talk as we walk. I've already sent people to look after your parents, they'll be fine!"

Ye Chen nodded and followed the old Taoist priest down the mountain path.

The ground is paved with bluestone slabs, and ancient trees stand tall on both sides, with vines hanging down like curtains.

Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground. A breeze stirs the shadows, making them sway like ripples on water.

"Disciple, do you know that the person you just killed was an elder of the Primal Dragon Cave?"

The voice of Master Qingxu drifted from ahead, carrying a somewhat ambiguous meaning.

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"Then do you know what kind of being stands behind the primordial dragon cave?"

Ye Chen thought for a moment: "The Dragon Transformation Secret Realm?"

"more than."

Master Qingxu shook his head, his steps unwavering. "Changbai Mountain is a place of majestic terrain, like a dragon lying horizontally, and has been famous since ancient times. The Primitive Dragon Cave has been there for hundreds of years, and its cultural heritage is very profound."

He paused, his tone turning colder: "But you don't need to worry too much. Although the Primal Dragon Cave is powerful, it doesn't dare to openly attack you."

Sending someone here is nothing more than a show of force, an attempt to test your capabilities.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow: "Just a test?"

What kind of person is he if he beats someone to death?

"Otherwise what?"

Master Qingxu turned around and glanced at him, a sly glint in his cloudy old eyes. "You think our Daoist sect is a pushover?"

He stroked his beard, his tone tinged with pride: "Our Taoism has numerous sects, numbering in the dozens, even hundreds, but they can be divided into two main branches—the Quanzhen School in the north and the Zhengyi School in the south. The Shangqing, Lingbao, and Tianshi schools, when combined, form the Zhengyi School. Our Lingbao School is the direct lineage of the Zhengyi School!"

"The Shangqing School reveres the Primordial Heavenly Venerable and has been cultivating Taoism for longevity since ancient times. It is the most prestigious Taoist school in history and the most blessed place in the world, with few comparable ones."

The old Taoist priest's lips curled into a sly smile: "Although the Primordial Dragon Cave is powerful, it wouldn't dare offend both the Northern and Southern Daoist sects simultaneously. Sending people here is merely a test. If you show weakness, they'll push their luck. If you stand firm, they'll have to think twice!"

Ye Chen nodded, understanding dawning on his mind.

Ultimately, it all comes down to the prestige of the founding father.

Although the Lingbao School has declined considerably in the Dharma-ending Age, it is still the lineage left by the Taoist master Ge Hong, and its position in the Taoist community is of paramount importance.

If the Primal Dragon Cave dared to openly attack the Lingbao Sect disciples, it would be making an enemy of the entire Daoist sect, and they didn't have that guts.

"but,"

Master Qingxu changed the subject, took out a wooden box from his sleeve, and handed it to Ye Chen, saying, "Take a look at this."

The wooden box is small, about the size of a palm, and is entirely black with smooth, rounded edges. Its surface has faint dark red veins, suggesting it is made of some kind of ancient wood.

Ye Chen took the wooden box and opened it.

There was a photograph lying inside.

The black and white photograph, old and yellowed, with some damage at the edges, looks like an ancient relic eroded by time over millions of years.

The image in the photo is somewhat blurry, but some outlines can still be made out.

That was a battlefield.

The ground was charred black, buildings were collapsed, and thick smoke and flames were everywhere.

In the very center of the battlefield, there was a gigantic figure.

The figure's face was obscured, only a blurry outline could be discerned—tall, robust, and shrouded in a thick, blood-red aura.

The blood-red light was so intense it was almost tangible, like a demon crawling out of a pile of corpses, carrying endless killing intent and ferocity.

Even though it's a black and white photograph, and even though countless years have passed, the intense stench of blood still wafts through the paper, sending chills down your spine.

Ye Chen stared at the photo for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

"This is----"

"During World War II, a demon god was born."

The voice of Master Qingxu came from beside him, carrying a heavy tone, "That demon god appears on various battlefields, using them to cultivate. His blood energy is overwhelming, shocking the entire cultivation world."

He paused, his gaze falling on the photograph, a hint of apprehension flashing in his cloudy old eyes: "This black-and-white photograph was taken by an ordinary person, taken by cultivators, and circulated among various sects, causing widespread horror!"

Ye Chen put the photo back into the wooden box and closed the lid.

"This demon god—is it a being from the primordial dragon cave?"

"Even the old Taoist priest doesn't know."

Master Qingxu nodded. "However, this person must be a powerful expert from the Dragon Transformation Realm, and not just any ordinary one. The intensity of that blood aura was so strong that even I, your master, felt my heart pound with fear when I witnessed it myself."

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Ye Chen's face, his expression solemn: "Disciple, be careful when you go out. The Primal Dragon Cave may not let this go so easily after suffering this loss."

Ye Chen tucked the wooden box into his sleeve and nodded.

"Disciple understands!"

Seeing that he remained calm and showed no fear, Master Qingxu nodded inwardly.

This kid has a calm and steady temperament.

The two continued down the mountain path, sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves, spreading golden patches of light on the ground.

After walking a few steps, Master Qingxu suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Ye Chen turned his head to look at him.

Master Qingxu stroked his beard, his tone becoming much more relaxed: "Soon, Maoshan will host a grand gathering of cultivators. Both the Northern and Southern Daoist sects will send representatives, as will some independent cultivators and reclusive sects."