209: Chapter 209 The Founding Ancestor Who Had His Ear Twisted

They knew full well that while the name "Fairy Qing Tian" might have long been lost in the river of history in the Lower Realm, in certain top-tier circles of the Immortal Realm, it was an existence that could shake the Immortal Court, strike fear into ancient orthodoxies, and cause countless experts to speak of it only in hushed, fearful whispers!

Legends about her were extremely rare, but every single one was shocking enough to stun the world!

Who would have thought that their own founding Ancestral Master was actually her Disciple?!

And they, her descendants, had actually attacked this living ancestor today...

At this thought, all the Souls of the Ancestral Masters felt a tremor originating from their very Souls.

Their gazes towards the descendants who had summoned them were like those of someone looking at a group of idiots seeking their own deaths, filled with the fury of being unable to force them to improve.

"Damn it, if you want to die, don't drag us down with you!"

Xiao Nianyin hovered in the air, watching the earth-shattering scene below and listening to the tearful, sobbing account of Hehuan Fairy; the last shred of luck in her heart vanished completely.

She finally understood why that Little Girl was so terrifying, and why the Souls of the past Ancestral Masters were completely powerless before her.

She also finally understood that the reason she had survived until now was truly thanks to someone... As for whose blessing it was?

Her cold gaze involuntarily turned towards Xu Ruyu, who was being protected behind Lady Qingli.

It was him... this man whom she had summoned from another world, with whom she had experienced physical intimacy, and whom she had regarded as a tool and a liability...

…actually had such a deep connection with this "Fairy Qing Tian"?

Recalling it now, the Little Girl's affectionate, even somewhat dependent attitude towards Xu Ruyu after she appeared was so obvious.

A complex and indescribable emotion surged in Xiao Nianyin's heart; there was lingering fear, relief, and even a trace of unspeakable bitterness.

Of the ancestor spirits that had appeared today, which one was not an earth-shaking figure? Which one was not a thousand times stronger than her, a Saint Realm Sect Master?

And they were all "blasted" out because of Xu Ruyu, or rather, because of that "Fairy Qing Tian" who was related to Xu Ruyu.

Watching these ancestors, whom she had only seen in ancient texts, gathered together in such a disheveled and dramatic manner, Xiao Nianyin suddenly felt a sense of absurd melancholy.

She thought of her Revered Master, Ice Soul Fairy Ling Suxin.

That Revered Master, who was equally brilliant and talented, had placed high hopes in her but had also become estranged due to differences in their Cultivation Technique.

Today, almost all of the Hehuan Sect's past Ancestral Masters who had left behind a mark or still maintained a connection had been summoned.

But there was only one exception... her Revered Master Ling Suxin was not among them.

This could only mean one thing.

Three hundred years ago, her Revered Master had attempted to reach that legendary Realm and undergone that nine-death-one-life Heavenly Tribulation... and failed.

Furthermore, her body and Soul had been completely annihilated, leaving no mark in the Sect's Origin or between heaven and earth that could be used for summoning.

At this thought, even though her Heart-Nature had become cold and paranoid due to the Mystic Maidens Sun-Stealing Art, Xiao Nianyin couldn't help but feel a slight pang of pain in her heart, followed by a trace of melancholy and regret.

"Revered Master... in the end, you were unable to overcome that hurdle."

At this moment, the Little Girl in the center—Old Ancestor Qingtian—finally reacted.

She looked down at Hehuan Fairy Mo Hehuan, who was kneeling at her feet, hugging the hem of her skirt, and crying with pear blossoms in the rain, completely devoid of her usual image. The cold expression on the Little Girl's pouting face softened slightly, but she remained stern.

She reached out her small hand, not to help her up, but... to unceremoniously twist one of Mo Hehuan's ears!

"Ow! Revered Master! Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Mo Hehuan was caught off guard and cried out in pain, looking at the Little Girl with teary eyes; where was any of the dignity of a founding Ancestral Master left?

"Pain? You still know pain?"

The Little Girl twisted her ear, her anger flaring up, her small face slightly flushed with excitement.

"Mo Hehuan! You brat! Your wings have hardened, haven't they? Starting a Sect is a big deal, is it? The descendants you've taught are getting more and more capable, aren't they? Huh?"

The more she spoke, the angrier she became, adding strength to her hand: "Look! Look at these good descendants of yours, and the descendants of these descendants! They actually used 'Summoning the Ancestor' to deal with yours truly! What good traditions and methods you've left behind!"

Mo Hehuan grimaced in pain but dared not use her power to resist, only able to pitifully defend herself: "Revered Master... I've been wronged! This 'Summoning the Ancestor' technique was... was one of the miscellaneous skills you threw at me back then for self-defense... I, I didn't know these idiots in later generations would use it to deal with you! Woohoo... Revered Master, please be gentle, my ear is going to fall off..."

"Miscellaneous skills I threw at you? For self-defense?" The Little Girl was even angrier. "I intended for you to summon me when the Sect was at a life-or-death moment with no way out... or to summon other old friends who might still be alive and remember old affections to help! Not for you to create such a wasteful, harmful, and useless ritual! And certainly not for these smoking-stupid descendants of yours to use against their own people!"

She released her hand from the ear but still pointed angrily at Mo Hehuan's nose: "And you! How did I teach you back then? The Dao follows nature, feelings come from willingness! Joy comes from the heart! Look at what you've turned the Hehuan Sect into? A foul atmosphere! The Cultivation Technique has gone astray! Your Heart-Nature is twisted! All you know is taking shortcuts and engaging in plunder! You haven't learned a single bit of my true teachings! You've only learned some crooked, Evil Paths!"

Mo Hehuan knelt on the ground with her head lowered, obediently taking the scolding like a primary school student, tears dripping down, but she dared not refute.

Only when she heard "You haven't learned a single bit of my true teachings" did she mutter in a low voice: "Revered Master... when you taught me back then, most of the time you were sleeping and playing pranks... you didn't actually teach me properly for more than a few days..."

"Hmm?!" The Little Girl had sharp ears and immediately glared.

"No, no! Disciple was wrong! It is Disciple who is dull and failed to comprehend the essence of Revered Master's supreme Dao!" Mo Hehuan immediately conceded, her attitude extremely proper.

Watching the interaction between the Revered Master and Disciple—one scolding fiercely, the other cowering quickly—everyone present fell into a daze once again.

The founding Ancestral Master... being ear-twisted... being scolded like a grandchild... The gossip today was simply too much to handle, too earth-shattering, too... indigestible.

Xu Ruyu watched this scene, his mouth twitching, feeling extremely shocked.

Was that Little Girl who chased after him calling him "Little Brother" and whose eyes lit up at the "Air Cultivation" theory really such a terrifying old monster?

Even the founding Ancestral Master was her Disciple? This seniority... He suddenly felt that all his previous "care" and "guidance" towards the Little Girl was perhaps a bit... showing off before an expert? A death wish?

On the other side, Xiao Nianyin, watching her founding Ancestral Master's humble appearance before the Little Girl, felt that the last bit of her pride as a Saint Realm Expert and Sect Revered Master was completely crushed into powder.

Before the true "Origin" and the "Revered Master of the Ancestral Master," her cultivation and status were simply as insignificant as dust.

After today, the Hehuan Sect would likely change completely.

And the source of all this seemed to point to that seemingly ordinary, yet everywhere unusual, youth from another world—Xu Ruyu.