One person: Senior Brother Zhang Zhiwei, who has mastered the Golden Light Mantra to its fullest lev

The battle came quickly, and we almost couldn't hold out. Fortunately, your master Zhang Zhiwei and my senior brother Zhang Huaiyi arrived in time..."

He withdrew his gaze and looked again at Zhang Lingyu, whose mind was completely blank, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of melancholy.

"In the blink of an eye, almost a hundred years have passed."

"Om-!"

It was as if a bomb had been dropped into Zhang Lingyu's mind, instantly turning it into a chaotic mess of countless fragments of information.

The story of Quanxing attacking the mountain, Weng Peng, and the old story of the Demon-Subduing Cave...

Uncle-Master Tian Jinzhong, Master Zhang Zhiwei, and that name that only exists in legends and taboos—Zhang Huaiyi!

This string of terms, each secret, exploded in his mind like a series of thunderclaps!

These are all top secrets recorded in the internal files of the "Longhushan Chronicle," and only core disciples like him are qualified to read them under the supervision of their master!

The young man in front of me spoke of the battle as if it were just a casual chat, as if the fierce battle had happened just yesterday!

How can this be? !

A huge, absurd, outrageous, and mind-blowing idea began to grow wildly in his mind, almost completely destroying all the worldviews he had built up over the past twenty years.

Looking at Zhang Yunyuan's excessively young face and his deep eyes that seemed to hold the weight of a century's vicissitudes, a chill from the depths of his soul made him tremble uncontrollably.

He looked at Zhang Yunyuan, trembling, and asked, "Who exactly are you?!"

Just then, a steady voice came from outside the courtyard, breaking the eerily tense atmosphere.

"Lingyu, what's all the noise about here?"

An old Taoist priest dressed in the robes of a high-ranking Taoist priest from the Celestial Master's Mansion strode over.

He had come to Zhang Lingyu to discuss security matters for the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

The newcomer was none other than Zhang Heqian, the eldest disciple of the Celestial Master.

When his gaze casually swept across the field and finally landed on Zhang Yunyuan, he seemed to be paused, his whole body suddenly trembling!

That usually calm and composed face was instantly filled with unbelievable surprise, which quickly transformed into a deep and profound awe!

He didn't even have time to glance at Zhang Lingyu, who was already stunned beside him.

Zhang Heqian immediately quickened his pace, rushing to Zhang Yunyuan in two strides. Without any hesitation, he bowed deeply to him, displaying the highest courtesy a junior should show to a senior.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, yet it was filled with the joy of finally returning to the mountain! His master always spoke of him!

He looked up at Zhang Yunyuan's youthful face, which was exactly the same as he remembered, his eyes filled with admiration and emotion. "You...you haven't changed at all, you're practically a celestial being!"

Zhang Lingyu: "!!!"

His brain completely crashed the moment he heard the words "Junior Uncle".

Only then did Zhang Heqian notice Zhang Lingyu's ghost-like expression. After a moment's thought, he guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

He turned to Zhang Lingyu, his expression turning serious, and said in a deep voice:

"Lingyu, what are you still standing there for?"

"This is Uncle-Master Yunyuan! He is also our grandmaster, the last disciple of the previous Celestial Master, and is of the same generation as our master, Uncle-Master Jinzhong!"

He looked at Zhang Lingyu's deathly pale face, and his voice became even more serious.

"The 'Battle to Protect the Mountain' and 'Old Stories of the Demon-Subduing Cave' that you usually read about in the 'Chronicles of Longhu Mountain' were actually experienced by my uncle!"

"His cultivation level is far beyond our comprehension using common sense. Come over here quickly and pay your respects!"

At this moment, Zhang Lingyu's worldview shattered completely, leaving not a trace.

He felt a cold current shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, terrifying him to the point of losing his mind.

The legendary figure from the secrets of the Mountain Chronicles was standing right in front of me, so young!

And just now, I actually treated him like an outsider and even told him to "move aside"?!

He dared not hesitate any longer, and almost stiffly moved forward, bowing deeply to Zhang Yunyuan.

"Disciple Zhang Lingyu greets...Junior Uncle!"

Zhang Yunyuan's expression remained calm and indifferent.

He glanced at the young man in front of him, who was practically burying his head in the ground, and simply waved his hand gently.

"It's alright, ignorance is no excuse."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

His tone was extremely casual, as if he had merely brushed away a tiny speck of dust, yet this nonchalant manner only served to highlight his unfathomable depth and awe-inspiring presence.

Zhang Yunyuan nodded slightly to Zhang Heqian, "Heqian, you go ahead with your work, I'll just take a walk around a bit more."

After saying that, he said no more, turned around, and strolled away leisurely. His figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the courtyard, as if he had never been there.

Zhang Lingyu was still immersed in the immense shock, unable to recover, and just stood there blankly, like a petrified statue.

Zhang Heqian watched his junior uncle's departing figure, then looked at his genius junior nephew who was still recovering, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

“Lingyu, although you were a bit reckless today, you also had a tremendous opportunity.”

"My grandmaster uncle was of a simple and unassuming nature, disliked worldly formalities, and traveled around for many years. We, as his juniors, rarely saw him even once in decades."

His cultivation level...

That's already a level we can't even imagine; he's another pillar of strength for Longhu Mountain besides our master.

He patted Zhang Lingyu's still somewhat stiff shoulder and said earnestly.

"It would be a good thing for you to see this living legend in person."

Stop dwelling on what just happened, and try to process it properly.

Zhang Lingyu stared blankly in the direction where Zhang Yunyuan had disappeared, her heart filled with endless shock and awe, as well as an irrepressible curiosity and longing.

At this moment, the image of this excessively young junior uncle transformed in his heart into a majestic sacred mountain that was both unattainable and undeniably real.

Chapter 151 The Ten Elders Gather

Night fell, like a giant sheet of ink-black paper, slowly spreading across the sky above Longhu Mountain.

The stars were sparse, and the moonlight was obscured by a thin layer of clouds, leaving only a few rays of cool light that gilded everything in the mountains with a layer of silver frost.

On the last night before the official start of the Luotian Grand Ceremony, Longhu Mountain, which had been bustling all day, finally settled into a solemn atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

The Celestial Master's Mansion, Council Hall.

This hall, usually used only for discussing important matters within the sect, was brightly lit tonight, but the atmosphere was so solemn it was almost oppressive.

The interior furnishings are simple and antique. On the central wall hangs a huge cursive script of the character "道" (Dao), with vigorous and powerful strokes, which is the work of a certain Celestial Master.

On either side of the long mahogany conference table, ten huanghuali wood armchairs were already occupied by nine people.

They are the pinnacle of power in the world of supernatural beings—the Ten Elders.

Zhang Zhiwei, dressed in an ordinary blue Taoist robe, sat in the main seat, still looking sleepy and seemingly uninterested in anything.

The teacup in front of him was steaming, but he hadn't touched it. He just tapped the table lightly with his fingers, the rhythmic "tap-tap" sound being the only noise in this oppressive space.

To his left was a man as burly as an iron tower, whose martial arts skills had reached a state of perfection, a newly promoted member of the Ten Elders, Na Ruhu.

He sat upright, his expression calm and composed, his gaze introspective, like a silent stone Buddha. However, in his eyes, which occasionally opened and closed, there was a shrewdness and prudence that did not match his rugged appearance.

Below them is Feng Zhenghao of the World Society.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a well-tailored suit that clashed with the Taoist furnishings around him. He wore a humble yet aloof smile typical of businessmen, but his eyes behind the lenses were so deep that they revealed no emotion.

Sitting opposite him was Wang Ai, the head of the Wang family.

The old man leaned on a dragon-patterned cane, squinted his cloudy old eyes, and glanced at Feng Zhenghao with a forced smile. His gaze carried a condescending sense of scrutiny and control, as if he were looking at his own pet hunting dog.

Next is Lü Ci of the Lü family.

He was dressed in a black Chinese-style short shirt, silent and quiet, only closing his eyes to rest. But on his wrinkled face, every furrow seemed to conceal a poisoned knife, and he exuded a sinister aura that kept strangers at bay.

Old Master Lu Jin, dressed in a Tang suit, looked calm and composed, sipping his tea slowly, as if he were not attending a meeting that would determine the future of the supernatural world, but rather enjoying tea and flowers in his own backyard.

The remaining few, including Master Jiekong of Wudang, had a solemn appearance, holding prayer beads and chanting incantations;

Mu You at the Jianghu Inn still had that same smiling Maitreya Buddha look, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

The only female member of the Ten Elders, Guan Shihua, the clan leader of the shamanic shamans, had an aged face covered with mysterious patterns, and her clothes were embroidered with the symbols of the Five Shamanic Immortals, which sent chills down one's spine.

In a slightly darker corner near the entrance to the council chamber, there were two rather plain-looking chairs.

Xu San and Xu Si, the heads of Na Du Tong Company in North China, sat upright here.

Xu San was dressed in a well-fitting suit, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He had a serious expression, an open laptop on his lap, and his fingers occasionally slid across the touchpad, looking every bit the dutiful meeting recorder.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that his gaze behind his glasses is sharp, constantly and subtly sweeping over each of the Ten Elders present, taking in their expressions and subtle movements, his brain working at lightning speed, analyzing possible intelligence and potential risks.

Xu Si, standing to the side, was dressed much more casually.

He was wearing a work jacket from Nadutong Company, the zipper casually open, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and idly fiddling with a metal lighter, making a soft "click" sound.

His posture was slightly languid, but his eyes, like those of a hawk, swept over Wang Ai's hypocritical smile, Lü Ci's gloomy lips, and Feng Zhenghao's unfathomable calm with a cynical scrutiny.

The fact that these two individuals, who are not members of the Ten Elders, could attend this core meeting as representatives of the "company" and co-organizers of the conference demonstrates the increasingly important position of Na Du Tong in the world of supernatural beings, as well as the importance that the Celestial Master's Mansion attaches to the cooperation between the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and the government.

However, at this round table, which symbolizes the highest power struggle in the world of superhumans, they knew perfectly well that they were merely listeners and witnesses.

The real storm will still be stirred up by those around the round table.

Just then, the door to the council chamber creaked open.

Chen Jinkui of the Shuzi School finally arrived late.

He was still the same stout man, dressed in an elegant silk robe, a fake smile plastered on his face. He bowed and apologized as soon as he entered.

"Oh dear, everyone, I'm so sorry. A junior from down the mountain sent me some new tea, and I got a little greedy and had a couple more sips. I'm late, I'm late! I'll punish myself with three cups, I'll punish myself with three cups!"

He apologized, but his eyes darted around the room, taking in everyone's expressions. Finally, he paused briefly between Feng Zhenghao and Wang Ai, his smile becoming increasingly playful.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyelids slightly and said indifferently, "Old Chen, you're too kind. Please sit down. Now that everyone's here, let's begin."

He cleared his throat; his voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after nearly a century, Longhu Mountain has restarted the Luotian Grand Ritual. I'm sure you all know the reasons behind it."