169: Chapter 169 The Prestige of the Heavenly Gang Sect

Elder Ancestor Shen Haocang's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and a complex look flashed through his cloudy old eyes.

Becoming a Saint.

These two words—he had thought about them in his youth. When he was young and reckless, who didn't have a dream of becoming a Saint?

But as he grew older, he gradually accepted his own ordinariness.

Becoming a Saint was still too far away for him.

If not for the large amount of cultivation resources Shen Qingyuan had provided over the years, he probably would have reached his limit at the Void Piercing Realm.

Now, with a cultivation level at the ninth level of the Primal Chaos Realm, he was already satisfied.

"Little Nine, stop teasing your old man." Elder Ancestor Shen Haocang set down his teacup, chuckled, and said with some emotion: "I am seven hundred years old now, and my Aptitude is just so-so. Being able to cultivate to the Primal Chaos Realm is already thanks to your blessing. Becoming a Saint? That's something I wouldn't dare to imagine."

He paused and laughed at himself: "Me, my biggest wish in this life is to see the Shen Family grow stronger and stronger. As for becoming a Saint, let's leave that to the young people."

Shen Qingyuan sipped his tea. "Second Grand-Uncle, seven hundred years old is the prime age for striving! Becoming a Saint, I have plenty of ways to make that happen."

Old Turtle stood in the corner of the private room, listening to their conversation, feeling quite sour inside.

He had lived for over three thousand years, much older than Elder Ancestor Shen Haocang.

How many years had he spent running around to become a Saint?

From the Southern Heaven to the Eastern Wasteland, from the Eastern Wasteland to the Central Plains, from the Central Plains to the Northern Plains, and from the Northern Plains to the Western Desert, he had traveled to every corner of the Cangxuan Great World.

He had entered ancient ruins, broken into primordial battlefields, and even snuck to the edge of forbidden zones, hoping to pick up some scraps.

But what was the result?

He encountered Restrictions in ruins and was almost blasted into slag; he ran into lingering souls on primordial battlefields and was hunted for three days and three nights; he didn't even dare to get close to the edge of the forbidden zones, as just that aura made his legs go weak.

After several hundred years, he hadn't gained much benefit, but he had brought upon himself a whole lot of trouble.

"Reincarnation is truly a technical job..."

Old Turtle sighed inwardly.

As a dignified Great Demon King at the sixth level of the Asking Dao Realm, he was an overlord among the Yao Race in the Southern Heaven, yet when it came to becoming a Saint, he couldn't even find the way.

Look at Elder Ancestor Shen Haocang.

He didn't have to do anything. He just sat there, and his own descendant would pat his chest and say, "Making you a Saint is not a difficult task."

This gap was wider than the sky.

Old Turtle secretly glanced at Shen Qingyuan again, and a thought arose in his heart—he was now by the Honored One's side, so in the future, he should also be able to get an Opportunity to become a Saint, right?

"Little Nine, I've remembered your words. Whether I can become a Saint depends entirely on you." A sharp light flickered in Elder Ancestor Shen Haocang's cloudy old eyes, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed with a smile.

He knew a little about Shen Qingyuan's capabilities. Since Shen Qingyuan said he could help him become a Saint, it must be something he could truly accomplish.

Therefore, he also had a few more expectations regarding the matter of the Tiangang Sect Old Ancestor Undergoing Tribulation.

When the Tiangang Sect Old Ancestor undergoes Tribulation, he would definitely observe it carefully.

Just as the two were talking, several figures appeared at the entrance of the restaurant.

The group from Xuanyu Palace, led by a Tiangang Sect Disciple, walked up the stairs.

The Disciple was about twenty years old, with fair skin, wearing the moon-white robes of a Tiangang Sect Core Disciple, with a silver belt tied around his waist, from which hung a token engraved with the characters "Tiangang."

He walked lightly, a faint look of arrogance on his lips, his chin slightly raised, and his whole body exuded an air of pride.

"Brother Zhou!" Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang showed a smile on his face and quickly went up to greet him.

The two bowed and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Zhou Hao's gaze swept over Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang and Su Wanqing, and a smile curled on his lips: "Brother Yu, Fairy Su, thank you for your hard work on the long journey. I have already prepared a banquet to welcome you."

Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang hurriedly waved his hand: "Brother Zhou is too polite. We are here to attend the Saint Conferring Ceremony; how can we trouble Brother Zhou to spend money?"

"Eh!" Zhou Hao waved his hand. "Brother Yu, what are you saying? We have been friends for many years, why distinguish between us? Let's go, let's eat and talk."

Before he finished speaking, he pulled Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang into the restaurant.

Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang couldn't say much else and had to follow.

Su Wanqing held Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang's arm, her peach-blossom eyes sweeping over Zhou Hao, and she sighed inwardly.

Zhou Hao, a Tiangang Sect Core Disciple, with a cultivation at the Peak of the Dharma Image Realm, was famous among the younger generation.

More importantly, he was the Personal Disciple of the Tiangang Sect Grand Elder, holding a very high position in the Tiangang Sect, with a limitless future.

Now that the Tiangang Sect was about to become a Holy Land, Zhou Hao's status would naturally rise.

"I heard that Zhou Hao has already been designated as one of the candidates for Saint." Su Wanqing lowered her voice and said in Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang's ear, "If he can really become a Saint, his future achievements will be limitless."

Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang nodded, a flash of complexity in his eyes.

Although he was the Young Palace Master of Xuanyu Palace and held a respected position in Xuanyu Palace, when placed in the entire Southern Region, he was just the Young Sect Master of one of the Seven Great Sects.

And Zhou Hao might be a Saint of a Holy Land in the future!

The gap between them was not just a little bit.

In the Cloud-Coming Tower, cups and dishes were exchanged.

As soon as Zhou Hao entered the door, the main hall suddenly became lively.

"Young Master Zhou is here!"

"A Tiangang Sect Core Disciple, a powerhouse at the Peak of the Dharma Image Realm, tsk tsk, young and promising!"

"I heard that Young Master Zhou has already been designated as one of the candidates for Saint, and his future prospects are limitless!"

"Isn't that so? The Tiangang Sect is about to become a Holy Land. When that time comes, Young Master Zhou will be a candidate for Saint, and his status will be no worse than the Sect Masters of the Seven Great Sects!"

Whispers rose one after another. Everyone's eyes fell on Zhou Hao, filled with awe and flattery.

Zhou Hao's mouth curled slightly, his chin raised a little higher, and his whole body exuded an air of "I am the best in the world."

He scanned the main hall, and wherever he looked, those Cultivators lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Brother Zhou is truly imposing." Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang walked beside him, watching this scene with envy.

"Where, where, it's all thanks to the Old Ancestor's blessing." Zhou Hao was humble in words, but the pride on his face could not be suppressed, "The Old Ancestor has been in seclusion for three years and is finally about to have a Breakthrough to the Saint Realm. This is the blessing of our Tiangang Sect's ten-thousand-year Legacy, and it is also a grand event for the Southern Region's cultivation world."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang and Su Wanqing, a meaningful arc curling on his lips: "Brother Yu, after the Old Ancestor is conferred as a Saint, our Tiangang Sect will be the fourth Holy Land in the Southern Region. At that time, I hope Xuanyu Palace will give us a lot of support."

"Definitely, definitely!" Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang nodded repeatedly. "The Tiangang Sect ascending to a Holy Land is what everyone expects. My Xuanyu Palace will definitely support it with all our might!"

"Good, good, I won't treat Brother Yu badly in the future." The smile on Zhou Hao's face deepened as he pulled Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang inside. "Let's go, let's not return until we are drunk today."

Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang followed with a smile. At this moment, his eyes caught a table by the window.

At this moment, three people were sitting at the table.

A young man, his hands folded in his sleeves, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were dozing off.

A white-haired old man, with a thin face, wearing a dark blue robe, was holding a teacup and tasting it slowly.

A woman in white, with hair like a waterfall, her brows cold as frost, surrounded by a faint chill, was quietly brewing tea.

It was exactly Shen Qingyuan, Elder Ancestor Shen Haocang, and Luo Qingyue.