One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Not far away, in the shade under a lush old locust tree.

"See? I told you the second son would handle it. You worried for nothing."

The old master and Tian Jinzhong were standing quietly.

The old master tucked his hands into his sleeves and looked at the two figures on the roof.

After a long while, he let out a long breath.

A very gratified smile appeared on that face etched with the marks of time.

"Third brother."

The old master spoke softly, "Look at that second son of yours."

"He's usually loud and boisterous outside, like a lawless thug. When he gets into a fight, he'd even tear the sky apart."

"But look at him now..."

The old master stroked his long beard, "When he acts as a master, he really does look quite convincing. He's got a bit of his master's spirit from back then."

Tian Jinzhong stood aside, his heart far from calm.

He looked up at the rooftop and saw the second senior brother patiently handing a tissue to the little girl to wipe her mouth.

My eyes felt slightly warm.

"Yes, senior brother."

Tian Jinzhong smiled and wiped the corner of his eye:

"Second Senior Brother... he's found something to hold him back in this mortal world."

"Our Celestial Master's Mansion belongs to the Tian Shu lineage."

"Finally, I've truly...put down roots."

The night wind blows across Longhu Mountain.

It caused a soft rustling sound as a bamboo leaf fell.

Peaceful, yet full of life.

Chapter 309 The bell tolls nine times! The ordination ceremony is held, and the heavens are invoked!

Longhu Mountain is closed to visitors in the early morning.

The usually bustling and crowded ticket office and cable car station at the front of the mountain were all marked with signs saying "Undergoing internal renovations, temporarily closed to the public" today.

The entire mountain was now free of the hustle and bustle of tour groups.

The mountains and fields were adorned with apricot-yellow flags fluttering in the wind, and the air was filled with the rich scent of sandalwood.

The large square in front of the Sanqing Hall has been transformed into a paradise on earth.

In the very center of the square, nine large bronze cauldrons, each about half a person's height, are lined up in a row.

Inside, the finest sandalwood burned, its wisps of smoke rising straight into the sky.

The inner disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion stood on both sides.

The usually carefree young men had all changed into brand-new, crisp blue Taoist robes, standing tall and straight with their eyes fixed straight ahead.

And in the viewing area directly in front of the main hall, there was a scene that was a once-in-a-century spectacle in the world of supernatural beings.

Those who can sit here are all giants who can shake the world with a stomp of their feet.

"Oh my, Master Tang, you look really good today, much healthier than before."

Feng Zhenghao sat on the left-hand side near the front, smiling and bowing to Tang Miaoxing, who was sitting next to him.

"TOEFL, TOEFL."

Tang Miaoxing was also dressed formally in a dark-colored jacket today, looking radiant and full of energy.

He glanced in the direction of the main hall and lowered his voice in admiration:

"President Feng, we've truly had our eyes opened today. This is the first time in my life that I've ever seen a grand ordination ceremony of this scale at Longhu Mountain."

"This pomp and circumstance, wow, only that gentleman could keep it in check."

Sitting opposite the two, Wang Ai's old face twitched twice upon hearing these words.

He gripped his cane tightly, feeling extremely uneasy.

Beside him, Lü Ci also kept his scarred face expressionless, eyes downcast, not uttering a word.

They were only there to give a gift today because they were afraid that the man might get upset on stage and start a public fundraising drive for them in front of everyone.

Behind these bigwigs stood a row of younger generation members.

Zhang Chulan was trying hard to peek ahead on tiptoe, and while looking, he whispered to Wang Ye next to him:

"Old Wang, look how influential my master is. The leader of Wudang is here, and several elders from Quanzhen are here too. This is practically the Spring Festival Gala of the supernatural world!"

Today, Wang Ye unusually combed his messy hair neatly, and even his dark circles didn't look so heavy.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves and sighed.

"How could it not be big? Master Tian Shu opening his sect and accepting disciples is something that would only happen now. If it were back then, even the higher-ups would probably have to send representatives to give gifts."

"Click".

The two were chatting when a crisp sound came from the side.

As soon as Zhang Chulan turned his head, he saw Feng Baobao dressed in a black suit, standing there like a cold-faced bodyguard, but her cheeks were puffing out.

She pulled out a peach shortbread from somewhere and was secretly chewing it behind Zhuge Qing's broad shoulders.

"My dear sister!"

Zhang Chulan was so startled that he quickly reached out to stop her, "This is the most solemn occasion! Please bear with it and wait until the banquet to chew, okay?!"

"Oh." Feng Baobao obediently shut her mouth, but the peach shortbread had already been smoothly swallowed into her stomach.

Just then.

"when--!!!"

A deep, resonant, and lingering bronze bell rang out from behind the main hall.

The square, which had been filled with whispers, fell completely silent in an instant!

"Clang! Clang!"

The bell tolls nine times!

This is the most supreme ceremony in Taoism for welcoming the saints!

Hearing the three heavens three times, responding to the three realms three times, and penetrating the three evil paths three times.

Summon the Three Realms, communicate with the Nine Heavens, and invite the Three Pure Ones and the Four Emperors to descend!

At the very front of the square, the eldest disciple, Zhang Qianhe, dressed in magnificent robes and holding the Three Pure Ones Bell, solemnly walked onto the altar.

His demeanor at this moment was completely different from usual, exuding the solemn and majestic aura of the head disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"The auspicious time has arrived!"

Zhang Qianhe focused his energy in his dantian, and his voice, carried by his powerful qi, clearly resonated throughout the entire Longhu Mountain.

"Welcome—the Celestial Master! Welcome—the Celestial Pivot Immortal!"

With that long, drawn-out chant.

The two heavy vermilion doors of the Sanqing Hall slowly opened to the sides.

Accompanied by solemn and ancient Taoist music, two figures walked out side by side from the depths of the main hall.

At this moment, all the tycoons and leaders in the audience involuntarily held their breath and subconsciously stood up.

That's amazing.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, walking on the left, had shed his usual inconspicuous gray robe.

He wore a crimson robe embroidered with the sun, moon, stars, and the Eight Trigrams and mountains and rivers in gold thread.

Wearing a Qing Dynasty hibiscus crown and holding a jade ruyi.

The centenarian, who usually liked to joke with the younger generation, was now as still and majestic as a celestial being who had descended to earth and was in charge of the laws of the human world!

Zhang Tianyi, who was walking alongside him, caught everyone's eye and even gave them the illusion that they dared not look directly at him.

Zhang Tianyi's attire was no longer casual today.

He was wearing an extremely rare deep purple celestial robe.

The material of this robe is neither silk nor brocade. Under the sunlight, the surface of the fabric has faint, dense thunder patterns that seem to flow and shimmer like living things!

His long, jet-black hair was tied up high with an ancient-style purple-gold Taoist crown.

The languidness and nonchalance of the past were gone from that handsome, almost otherworldly face.

His eyebrows were like swords reaching his temples, and his eyes were like deep abysses.

He walked along at a leisurely pace.

Although he didn't deliberately release any pressure, the arrogance and nobility that seemed to emanate from his very bones and blood, accumulated over a century, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like an invisible mountain.

"This is... the true Celestial Pivot Master."

In the crowd, Feng Zhenghao looked at the purple-robed Taoist priest who seemed like a god and sighed with awe in his heart.

"Second Senior Brother, you are even more dashing than before!"

Zhou Meng, the leader of Wudang Sect, couldn't help but sigh with a smile.

The two dignitaries walked to the center of the altar and slowly sat down.

Zhang Qianhe, holding the imperial edict, surveyed the entire audience, his voice suddenly rising in pitch:

"Summon the messenger to an audience!"

The words fell.

At the other end of the square, the crowd automatically parted to create a wide passage.