204: Chapter 204 Your great-aunt will personally 'wake you up' and 'tighten your skin'!

Her amber eyes swept across the spatial rift, from which ancient auras still faintly emanated, and then she looked down at Granny Jingxu and the others, whose eyes held traces of reluctance or anticipation deep within. A more "vicious" thought surfaced in her mind.

"Your Great-Aunt doesn't believe it! You old antiques and shameless geezers of the Hehuan Sect, sleeping in graves... oh no, sleeping in the Immortal Realm, Secret Realms, and every nook and cranny, you still think you can turn the world upside down!"

She bent down, her little face almost pressed against Chen Yongheng's, her large eyes sparkling with a dangerous and excited light:

"Come on! Chen Yongheng! Aren't you the bullshit Ancestral Master of a hundred generations? Can't you communicate with the Ancestral Master marks deep within the Forbidden Ground? Stop hiding and holding back!"

"For Your Great-Aunt—continue Summoning the Ancestor!"

"Since the founding of your Hehuan Sect, anyone who has left behind even a trace of a true spirit mark, incense faith, or Daoist echo—regardless of whether they have ascended, passed away, undergone Reincarnation, or even refined themselves into a Magic Treasure..."

The Little Girl's voice suddenly rose, crisp and loud, carrying an unquestionable arrogance:

"Count them one by one! Call them all out for Your Great-Aunt!"

"Today, we're going to hold a 'Hehuan Sect Ancestral Master Criticism Meeting'! Your Great-Aunt is going to personally help you unfilial descendants 'wake up your brains' and 'tighten your skin'!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everything fell into dead silence.

Even the wind seemed to stop.

Chen Yongheng was stunned, his soul body stiffening.

Li Mubai was so frightened that his soul light shuddered, nearly dissipating on the spot.

Below, the members of the Hehuan Sect, who had just fallen into numbness because Chen Yongheng was being brutally beaten, were now struck by an even thicker Nine Heavens mysterious thunderbolt. They couldn't even maintain their numb expressions; their eyes were wide as saucers, and their mouths were open wide enough to fit a fist.

Continue... Summoning the Ancestor?

Call... call out all the Ancestral Masters who left behind marks?

Hold... a criticism meeting?

Wake up their brains? Tighten their skin?

This... this is no longer absurd; this is simply insane!

It is the ultimate blasphemy against the past sages of the Hehuan Sect!

Yet, the person saying this had just pulled down the pants of their supreme Ancestral Master of a hundred generations and Ancestral Master Mubai to spank them...

A complex emotion mixed with fear, absurdity, and anticipation quietly sprouted in the hearts of the Hehuan Sect Disciples.

Chen Yongheng's soul body fluctuated violently. He raised his head, looked at the Little Girl's unquestionable gaze, and felt the force under his feet. The grievance and anger he felt from being publicly humiliated were finally replaced by a deeper fear and a sense of "breaking the pot to mend it" despair.

He knew that this "Little Ancestor," who had popped up from nowhere, was serious.

Moreover, given her temperament and methods, if she said she would do it, she definitely would.

If he didn't follow her wishes today, it was likely that his and Mubai's strands of true spirit would be scattered by her on the spot, and that loss would be too great.

"Call... call it is!"

Chen Yongheng hardened his heart and gritted his teeth. Anyway, his face had already been lost to the entire Heavens and Myriad Worlds today, so he didn't care about losing a bit more.

Furthermore... a trace of a prank-like desire for revenge flashed deep in his eyes—we can't be the only two to lose face!

If we're going to lose face, everyone will lose face together!

Why should those old geezers be allowed to watch the show from behind?

"Unfilial descendant of later generations, Chen Yongheng, respectfully obeys... the Little Ancestor's decree!"

Chen Yongheng practically roared, his voice tinged with a hint of madness. He struggled to raise his hands and formed hand seals again.

This time, it was no longer the crude Summoning the Ancestor technique that required burning life force like Granny Jingxu and the others had used, but the more ancient "Tracing Source Spirit Summoning Seal"!

Although it was only a projection of a true spirit with limited power, given his status as the founding Ancestral Master and his connection to the Sect's Origin, performing this technique was enough to awaken more and deeper Ancestral Master marks!

"Buzz buzz buzz—!"

Chen Yongheng's soul body emitted strange fluctuations, resonating with the mountains and earth veins of the Hehuan Sect below, the depths of the Forbidden Ground, and even the Sect's Luck distributed throughout the Heavens and Myriad Worlds in the nether.

One after another, clearer and more complex ancient phantom runes spread out with him as the center, merging into the Void Realm and into that spatial rift.

"In the name of me, Chen Yongheng, founder of the Hehuan Sect!"

"I summon the Ancestral Masters of all generations to manifest and return to their positions!"

"The Daoist tradition is in danger, the Origin is covered in dust, I ask the Ancestral Masters... to witness this together!"

Following Chen Yongheng's chanting, the spatial rift expanded violently. In the dark depths, more points of light of various colors lit up, as if a sleeping galaxy had been suddenly ignited!

Strands of ancient auras—some overbearing, some sharp, some gentle and feminine, some eerie, or some upright and peaceful—began to permeate from the depths of the rift like awakening Dragons, intertwining and colliding, causing the sky above the entire Hehuan Sect to become bizarre and multicolored, with the Law in Chaos!

"Rip—!"

The first new figure tore through the Chaos and stepped out of the rift.

This person wore black robes, his face was cold and stern as if carved by a knife, his eyes were disdainful, and his body was wrapped in tangible black Evil Qi, as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

He held a blood-colored banner, and on the surface of the flag, it seemed as if ten thousand ghosts were wailing. His aura was so strong that it was faintly half a notch higher than the previous Li Mubai!

"It... it is 'Blood Prison Old Ancestor' Li Zhantian! The fierce man who achieved the Dao through slaughter and ascended to the Demon Realm three thousand five hundred years ago!"

An Elder with extensive knowledge exclaimed, his voice trembling.

Li Zhantian's gaze swept across the area below, his brows furrowed, his voice sounding like metal clashing: "Who dares to disturb my cultivation? Chen Yongheng? Li Mubai? Why are you two in such a sorry state..."

His gaze fell on the Little Girl stepping on the backs of the two, and his Evil Qi rose sharply. "Little Girl, you have some nerve! How dare you insult the sages of my Hehuan Sect!"

Before his words had faded, he waved the blood-colored banner in his hand, and the monstrous blood Evil Qi transformed into a hideous ghost head, roaring as it charged toward the Little Girl.

The Little Girl didn't even lift an eyelid; she just casually extended her left index finger and tapped lightly at the terrifying ghost head rushing toward her.