Chapter 0147

Chapter 147: The Ancestor Likes Children

A pill alchemist of the Central Continent examined the Joyous Union Sect’s ancestor and said firmly: “You are not sick.”

She pointed at herself and denied it on the spot: “Impossible, I am sick.”

He spread his hands: “Truly not sick.”

She glared: “Nonsense. I am definitely sick.”

The pill alchemist was helpless. [Why is this old powerhouse so stubborn? Are all people of the Joyous Union Sect this single minded?] He sighed and asked: “Then tell me, where exactly do you feel unwell?”

She hesitated, then spoke in an embarrassed whisper: “My grand disciple has become a saint.”

The alchemist sucked in a sharp breath: “That is great news. Congratulations on gaining another heaven’s chosen.”

She added softly: “But my grand disciple is only a bit over a hundred years old.”

The alchemist’s face turned serious: “You did not suffer the Forgetting Calamity and fall into hysteria, did you?” A saint at a little over one hundred years old? What a joke. Not even in the Central Continent could you find such a heaven defying talent.

She straightened and said: “I am not joking.” She glanced around, then leaned close and whispered: “I suspect my grand disciple is not exactly human. My disciple planted a Divine Seed and grew her.”

The alchemist’s expression turned strange: “You mean that legendary seed that, once planted, grows seven heaven’s chosen?”

She nodded and lifted her chin: “Yes. I just want to know where my other six grand disciples are.”

The pill alchemist took a long, slow breath and went silent. Then he rose and told his apprentice: “Increase her dosage.”

“Understood,” the apprentice said.

The alchemist walked away, grumbling: “This old one really is sick.”

After he left, the ancestor fell into thought and even muttered to herself: “Maybe I should invite Ya here and ask her clearly…”

The idea popped up, and she shot it down at once: “No, that is too hasty.] The Hundred Sects Tournament will be held in the Central Continent soon anyway. The girl will come here sooner or later. I can ask then.”

“Ancestor, time for medicine,” a small medicine boy said as he walked up with a bowl, timid and careful.

She spat: “Bah, quack!” Her spittle cracked the bowl, and she turned to leave.

The little medicine boy had never seen such a scene. His shoulders shook, and he was about to cry.

She came back at once and soothed him: “Be good, do not cry.” She pressed a pile of spirit stones into his hands: “This is your fee. Your master is a rascal. Do not let him spread the rumor that I forced a free consultation and ruined my good name.”

Then she took out a candy and popped it into his mouth. Only when he smiled again did she breathe out in relief. Who would have thought the awe inspiring ancestor of the Joyous Union Sect carried sweets to coax children?

As the boy skipped away, her face turned stormy. She thought of her eighty one personal disciples. After so many years, not one had given her a grand disciple. Fire rose in her chest: “A bunch of useless things. I will go back and drill them hard.”

Over the Imperial Capital of the Ling Xiao Empire, the Heavenly Dao baptism neared its end.

Many experts below bowed and called out: “Many thanks to the saints. Many thanks to the guest elder!”

For most, today was the most grand day of their lives. Seven saints appeared together, three devils fell. It was the most shocking event in nearly a thousand years. They were lucky to witness it and even live through it.

You Jing Feng, both an elder and a Venerable, lifted his hand and warned them: “No need for ceremony. From now on, cultivate with care. Move one step at a time. Do not take reckless shortcuts. That is the road to disaster.”

Faces flushed with shame. Many had come hoping to gain the Yin Yang Dao Physique and rise in one leap. After several brushes with death, they understood that free pies do not fall from the sky and bowed to the lesson.

You Jing Feng waved and said: “If you understand, then leave. Do not linger, lest something changes.”

With that, sixty thousand cultivators answered and began to depart the Imperial Capital in waves.

Zhou Tong let out a long breath. As the battle ended, the borrowed power faded. He felt utterly spent, eyelids heavy and limbs weak.

Zhang Chu Qiao and Qian Miao Yu returned together. In Zhang Chu Qiao’s hand twisted a wisp of soul, the remnant of Zhao Wu Tian. Hunted by the two, he had no chance to flee and could not even choose to die. His primordial spirit had been corroded by the Breath of Annihilation, and he wailed that life was worse than death.

Zhang Chu Qiao’s eyes shone as she said: “Master, I finally paid him back.”

Mu Rong Ya nodded hard: “Well done.” In hatred for Zhao Wu Tian, she was second to none.

Zhang Chu Qiao’s voice turned cold: “We cannot let him die too quickly. That would be too easy.”

Mu Rong Ya answered simply: “I agree.”

Zhang Chu Qiao took out a jade vial to seal the remnant inside. Zhao Wu Tian’s spirit twisted and begged: “Spare me… give me a clean end! Ahhh!”

She watched without pity and said: “A stray cur has no right to beg. Enjoy it well.” Then she sealed him in the vial.

His final scream faded, and then there was only silence.

Zhou Tong sagged in midair and spoke weakly: “Hah… it is finally over.” Mu Rong Ya caught him and held him in her arms.

Zhang Chu Qiao rushed closer and asked, tense: “Junior brother, what is wrong?”

The Sword Saint and You Jing Feng stepped forward as well, both with things on their minds, both wanting to speak with Zhou Tong. Mu Rong Ya checked his state and answered first: “Do not worry. Our junior only exhausted his spirit. He has fallen into meditation. By tomorrow at the latest he will recover.”

Zhou Tong forced a smile and added, his voice faint: “Do not rush, you two. Come to the Imperial Palace tomorrow. This brat will give you a proper answer.” Then he let himself sleep.

The two saints looked at each other and saw joy in each other’s eyes. They cupped their hands and said: “In that case, we will take our leave first.”

By now the crowd had almost fully gone, leaving the bleak aftermath to the Jade Purity Sect alone. In this battle, everyone who survived gained something, everyone except the Jade Purity Sect. Mo Liu Su had been punished by Heavenly Tribulation. Tang Qi was crippled. Both had fainted.

In a hidden corner, Chen Ling’er glanced at Lian Han Xing, who had returned to her true self, and asked softly with some reluctance: “Sister, are you leaving too?”

Lian Han Xing nodded: “My task is done. I will not keep being someone else’s stand in.”

She paused, then added with a small smile: “But girl, if you cannot stay in the Jade Purity Sect, come to the Unbridled Passion Sect. There, you are still the senior sister.”

With that, Lian Han Xing left the group and flew toward the Imperial Palace.