Chapter 33 What is this guy talking about?

The voice echoed leisurely across the plaza at the Peak of Qingyun.

Accompanied by this sound, hundreds of thousands of eyes in the plaza turned in unison toward the end of the stairs.

A breeze brushed by, his white clothes whiter than snow.

Gu Heng looked as casual as if he were just passing by a neighbor's backyard and decided to say hello.

After a brief silence.

The Five Saints of Zhongzhou, sitting in the front row of the VIP seats, frowned at the same time.

If it weren't for the fact that they were here to humbly observe and learn from Old Ancestor Qingxuan's Ascension today, they would have restrained their auras.

Yet, it turned out someone was even better at putting on airs than them!?

"Hmph, the rules of the Qingyun Sect are becoming increasingly lax."

Saint Lord Leihuo, one of the Five Saints, snorted coldly. A flash of lightning flickered in his eyes, and just as he was about to use his Divine Sense to probe this ignorant boy, he suddenly stopped.

Something was wrong.

The moment Saint Lord Leihuo's Divine Sense touched within three feet of Gu Heng, it didn't stir up the slightest ripple; instead, a sense of nothingness that made his heart palpitate recoiled back at him.

"This boy's aura... why is it a bit strange?"

The Wuji Sword Saint, sitting next to him, also narrowed his eyes slightly, his right hand subconsciously resting on the hilt of his sword.

He clearly looked like a Mortal with no cultivation, or perhaps some low-class Utility Disciple, yet why did he stand there as if he were one with the world, without a single flaw to be found?

Meanwhile, in a remote corner at the edge of the plaza.

Wang Teng, who had been looking around with an excited expression, couldn't help but stand up the moment he saw Gu Heng's Face.

"Big Brother! It... it's him!"

Wang Teng pointed excitedly at Gu Heng.

Wang Aotian raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction his younger brother was pointing.

"So it's just a Utility Disciple; is that worth making such a fuss about?"

Wang Teng stomped his feet in anxiety, "Big Brother, you don't understand! This kid is extremely eerie! The Soul Transformation assassin the Family sent to kill him died inexplicably! He's just a Qi Refining Stage Utility Disciple, and he managed to escape from a Soul Transformation Cultivator. Don't you think that's eerie?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Aotian finally looked directly at the young man in white.

A Soul Transformation assassin?

Escaped?

That's interesting.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile, "A mere Utility Disciple, easily crushed with one hand."

"Big Brother, are you willing to take action?"

Wang Aotian glanced at him indifferently, "What's the rush? Let's watch first."

On the other side of the VIP seats, in the seating area of the Piaomiao Palace.

Lin Qingyue couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart the moment she saw Gu Heng appear.

She raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Is it an illusion?"

Lin Qingyue wondered to herself in surprise.

When they parted ways at the Far North Ice Field cavern previously, she had vaguely sensed that Gu Heng possessed an unfathomable power at the Half-step Tribulation Transcendence level.

Yet now, only a short day or two had passed, and when she saw this man again, that feeling had not only not diminished but had become even more terrifying!

"His cultivation... seems to have increased another notch?"

Lin Qingyue's jade-like hands, hidden under her sleeves, clenched slightly, and her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

In this world, could there really be someone whose cultivation speed could reach such an unimaginable level?

On the high platform,

After seeing Gu Heng appear unscathed, Old Ancestor Qingxuan finally let his hanging heart settle back into his chest.

"Phew... it's good that this kid isn't dead."

Old Ancestor Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Gu Heng harbored great secrets, and the future of the Sect might even rely on this unfathomable young man.

If something were to happen to this kid in the North Province, even if he were to Ascend, his state of mind would not be at peace.

Thinking of this, Old Ancestor Qingxuan put on the appearance of an aloof expert once again.

He slightly raised his hand, waved his sleeve, and said in an extremely kind and gentle tone:

"It is fine. The struggle for the Dao is full of unpredictable opportunities; being able to return safely is a stroke of fortune. Gu Heng, take your seat."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Ye Wentian waved his hand, and a bridge formed by spiritual power extended directly from below the stairs to the core area of the VIP seats.

It was right next to the seating area of the Five Saints of Zhongzhou.

Gu Heng smiled slightly, not standing on ceremony, and walked up casually. Then, amidst the murderous gazes of a group of Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monsters, he sat down comfortably.

At this, the Five Saints of Zhongzhou completely lost their temper.

"This is simply absurd!"

The Ancestor of the Wang Family, Wang Aotian's great-grandfather, turned red in the Face, so angry he nearly flipped the table.

They had been wondering just now why, besides the Five Saints, there was a special empty seat reserved in the core area of the VIP section.

They had originally thought it was prepared for some reclusive old monster, and they even had some faint expectations.

But what was the result?

It was actually reserved for a Qingyun Sect Disciple wearing a Utility Disciple's attire?

What is the meaning of this?

Is this a way to humiliate the Five Saints of Zhongzhou? To have a Utility Disciple sit on equal footing with them!?

A trace of the Ancestor of the Wang Family's Tribulation Transcendence Stage pressure leaked out, and the surrounding space immediately crackled.

He turned his head, preparing to confront Old Ancestor Qingxuan.

However,

Just as he was about to speak,

The ring of the Divine Light of Induction suddenly cast down golden radiance, illuminating the Peak of Qingyun as if it were a fairyland.

The auspicious time,

was almost here!

The Ancestor of the Wang Family forcibly swallowed the angry rebuke that had reached his lips, his old Face turning red from holding it in.

Compared to bickering with a Utility Disciple, observing the Undergoing Tribulation and Ascension, and comprehending the Origin of the Heavenly Dao were the top priorities concerning whether they could break through their shackles.

"Hmph! Fellow Daoist Qingxuan, since everyone has arrived, let us not delay the time any further! Start quickly!"

"Indeed, the might of Heaven is unpredictable, and the Divine Light does not wait for people. Old Ancestor Qingxuan, please!"

The other Saints chimed in, but their gazes intentionally or unintentionally avoided Gu Heng, as if looking at him for even one more second would dirty their eyes.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan smiled slightly, ignoring the resentment of the Five Saints.

He slowly stood up, spread his arms, and was about to deliver a passionate speech on his Ascension.

"Report—!!!"

A hurried voice suddenly exploded from outside the mountain gate!

Immediately after,

A Soul Transformation Stage Elder responsible for guarding the outer mountain gate, covered in blood, scrambled up the stairs.

His hair was disheveled, his Face was as pale as paper, and he rolled and tumbled until he reached the bottom of the high platform.

"Old Ancestor! Sect Master! Something terrible has happened!"

"The Far North... the Far North Dragon Clan! Leading thirty-six affiliated Yao Race, they have covered the sky and arrived at the gate of our Qingyun Sect!"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken,

The hundreds of thousands of Cultivators in the plaza fell into a dead silence.

The smile on Old Ancestor Qingxuan's Face froze instantly, and his hands, which were stretched out in mid-air, trembled violently.

"What!?"

"The Dragon Clan!?"

"Thirty-six Yao Race!?"

"Choosing this exact moment during Old Ancestor Qingxuan's Ascension ceremony? How dare they! Are they trying to start a war with the entire Human Race cultivation world!?"

The whole plaza was in an uproar.

The Five Saints of Zhongzhou stood up instantly, their auras surging.

Su Zhentian dropped the spiritual fruit in his hand, "Damn it, this old guy is Ascending, why is the Dragon Clan coming to cause trouble!?"

Lin Qingyue frowned slightly, her hand pressing on the hilt of her sword.

The entire plaza was tense, with swords drawn.

"Ahem! Everyone, there is no need to panic!"

Gu Heng coughed lightly, slowly stood up, and slightly raised his hand to press down.

"Has everyone considered, is there a possibility... that they have come with such great fanfare, but are not here to attack?"

Silence.

The entire plaza once again fell into an eerie quiet.

Everyone looked at Gu Heng with the eyes of someone looking at a madman.

Not here to attack?

Leading thirty-six armies, with troops at the city gates, and you're telling us they aren't here to attack?

Seeing a Utility Disciple stand out and make sarcastic remarks at such a time, the Ancestor of the Wang Family was instantly enraged.

"Bastard! This is no place for you to—"

Before he could finish,

Rumble—

The sky tore open.

A heaven-shaking roar trembled the entire East Province, coming directly from the horizon outside the Qingyun Sect!

The sea of clouds parted on both sides, revealing a Void Realm passage tens of thousands of feet wide.

The Dragon might was overwhelming, sweeping across the wilderness!

The Dragon troops had arrived.

Roar—!

Hundreds of pure-blooded Ice Dragons, exuding cold Dragon might, whistled out from the Void Realm rift, circling above the Qingyun Sect.

Below these giant dragons, the dense, sky-covering thirty-six Yao Race armies, like a black ocean, hovered in the sky.

But those Dragon Clan armies did not attack.

They stopped in unison in mid-air.

The giant Dragon Turtle at the head plopped down and knelt in the Void Realm.

Prime Minister Turtle used his cultivation, and his voice spread throughout the plaza:

"Master! This old servant is late, I hope Master will forgive me!"

As soon as these words were spoken,

The Five Saints of Zhongzhou, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, all opened their mouths wide.

Wang Aotian, who had just been clamoring to crush Gu Heng with one hand, almost had his eyeballs pop out.

On the high platform, Old Ancestor Qingxuan's chin slammed directly onto his chest.

Hundreds of thousands of Cultivators all turned into statues.

"..."

"???"

"Master?"

"Old servant?"

"What is this guy saying?"

The Ancestor of the Wang Family stood in place, maintaining his posture of rebuke, his expression colorful.

The person he had just wanted to scold...

was the Master of this Dragon Clan?

Time seemed to freeze.

Everyone wondered if they were having auditory hallucinations.

That former personal attendant of the Dragon Emperor Ancestor, the Prime Minister Turtle who ruled the Dragon Palace in the Far North Ice Field, was actually kneeling before a Qingyun Sect Utility Disciple, calling himself "old servant"?

And kept calling the other person "Master"!?

Has the world gone mad?

The Ancestor of the Wang Family stiffly retracted his finger and slowly sat back in his seat. He then glanced at Gu Heng beside him, and then at the Dragon Clan army kneeling on the ground.

Then he decided: I won't say another word today.

Wang Teng collapsed onto the ground, his trembling hand tugging at his Big Brother's pant leg: "Big... Big Brother, do you still want to crush him with one hand now..."

Wang Aotian's Face was uglier than if he had eaten a dead fly.

Crush?

Crush my ass! Even such an existence had to kneel and call him Master; how could he, a junior who hadn't even reached the Mahayana Stage, possibly crush him!?

Lin Qingyue's red lips were slightly parted.

She had naturally guessed that Gu Heng was extremely strong, but she never expected that in just one day, he had directly subdued the entire Far North Dragon Clan!

What kind of heaven-defying means was this?

"Ahem, get up. Since you're here, find a place to stay quietly."

Gu Heng waved his hand, still looking unperturbed.

"Yes! This old servant obeys! I will never cause Master any trouble!"

Prime Minister Turtle, as if granted amnesty, quickly climbed up from the ground, turned around, and waved his hand at the Yao Race army in the sky.

The thirty-six armies obediently landed on the open space at the outermost edge of the plaza, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then stroked his beard and laughed.

"Good! Good! Good! Even the Dragon Clan has come to pay respects! This old man's Face is big enough!"

Ye Wentian muttered from the side,

"Old Ancestor... they are here for Gu..."

"Ahem."

Old Ancestor Qingxuan coughed lightly and waved his hand, "It's all the same, all the same."

He waved his hand, signaling everyone to be seated:

"Everyone, do not mind these episodes. The ceremony, start now!"

After a short ceremony, he looked up at the sky.

The ring of the Divine Light of Induction, accompanied by supreme pressure, gradually expanded, and the premonition of Ascension became stronger and stronger.

Stimulated by this phenomenon of heaven and earth, everyone's brains finally turned the corner.

That's right!

Whose home court is it today anyway!?

Regardless of how unfathomable that mysterious Utility Disciple is, regardless of why he could subdue the Far North Dragon Clan, the one who is truly going to Ascend now is Old Ancestor Qingxuan!

A True Immortal about to enter the Immortal Realm is the existence they should currently be fawning over and fearing most!

After Old Ancestor Qingxuan Ascends, it will be the eternal separation between immortals and Mortals. Compared to a mysterious powerhouse in the Lower Realm, the immortal in the sky is clearly more significant!

Thinking of this, the helmsmen of the major forces immediately collected their thoughts, shifted their gazes away from Gu Heng, and turned to show fawning and respectful smiles toward Old Ancestor Qingxuan on the high platform.

"Old Ancestor's magic power is boundless! To be able to witness the Old Ancestor's Ascension today is truly our great fortune!"

"With the protection of a True Immortal like the Old Ancestor, the Qingyun Sect will surely remain evergreen and rule the Five Great Provinces!"

"Old Ancestor, please go with peace of mind! If any scoundrels in the Lower Realm dare to offend the Qingyun Sect, we will surely go through fire and water, and will not shirk!"

Everyone flattered Old Ancestor Qingxuan, and they reached a consensus with great tacit understanding.

Let's ignore that mysterious Utility Disciple for now; hugging the thigh of the person about to become an immortal is the important thing!

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of Cultivators bowing and worshipping him below.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan outwardly maintained that aloof expert appearance, even slightly closing his eyes and shaking his head.

In reality, his heart had already blossomed with joy.

"Hahaha! Awesome! So awesome!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan roared crazily in his heart, "Ten thousand years! This old man has been hiding for a full ten thousand years! Today, it's finally this old man's turn to show off!

I was almost completely overshadowed by that kid Gu Heng just now, fortunately, I reacted quickly and forcibly brought the home court back!

Immortal Realm, this old man is coming!

Mortals, gaze upon this old man's heroic posture to your heart's content!"

"Silence—"

Seeing that the atmosphere was well-built, Ye Wentian immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly, "The Old Ancestor is about to receive the Divine Light. Fellow Daoists, quickly hold your breath and focus, and prepare to comprehend the Heavenly Dao! Do not miss this once-in-ten-thousand-years Opportunity!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire plaza became instantly silent.

Everyone sat cross-legged, formed hand seals, closed their eyes, and prepared to welcome the supreme Dao comprehension brought by the falling Divine Light of Induction.

The entire Peak of Qingyun fell into an extremely solemn and serious silence.

Finally, the most critical moment arrived.

In the sky,

The golden ring shrank suddenly, and then, like a floodgate releasing water, the Divine Light of Induction poured straight down from the Nine Heavens!

"It's here!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan closed his eyes, raised his head high, and excitedly spread his arms in a posture of embracing the whole world.

The golden light got closer and closer, brighter and brighter.

He felt that supreme aura enveloping him down—

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

...

Ten seconds.

There was no light.

No feeling of being enveloped by the Divine Light.

It was incomparably silent.

The Old Ancestor's eyebrows moved slightly.

He was still keeping his eyes closed.

Ye Wentian's trembling voice came from the side:

"Old... Old Ancestor..."

Old Ancestor Qingxuan's eyes quietly opened a slit.

He glanced into the distance—

Gu Heng was standing in the golden light, holding a half-eaten wild fruit in his hand.

He quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, he said indifferently:

"Shut up."

"This old man is just waiting for the wind."