Linglong's bright eyes flickered, and she looked at the expectant cultivators. She sighed with feigned regret:
"It is Linglong's ignorance that has kept you all waiting. My Hanhai Sect shall entertain you properly."
The cultivators were delighted upon hearing this. Could the Lingxian Rain be given again?
In the next moment, they heard Linglong's tone shift:
"Elder Li, you see, Linglong was merely afraid that you would all get wet."
"This rain is just ordinary rainwater that falls daily in our Hanhai Sect. How can it be considered a treasure?"
"I implore Elder Li not to shame my Hanhai Sect. How could our Hanhai Sect treat mere rainwater as a treasure to entertain our guests?"
Looking at Linglong's earnest expression, Elder Li was so enraged that he wished he could reveal his Dharma Body and unleash a slaughter right then and there!
But he glanced at the thousands of Hanhai Ascended Immortals flanking the crowd.
He endured!
With a wave of his sleeve, Elder Li retreated back into the crowd, saying no more. However, the jealousy in his heart only grew more intense!
Linglong, chuckling inwardly, bowed to the assembled cultivators and then turned to walk towards a path that had suddenly appeared on the sea's surface.
"Please follow me. The venue for the grand ceremony is still some distance away."
"Recently, Hanhai has been modifying the sect's grand formation. Please do not leave the team midway, lest you encounter danger, which would not be ideal."
Seeing that there was no more Lingxian Rain, the cultivators' spirits were somewhat dampened. However, considering the precious treasure they had already received at the beginning, they became even more eager for the upcoming formal ceremony.
As for Linglong's claim that the previous treasure was merely ordinary rainwater, none of the cultivators present believed her.
"Hmph, such a magnificent treasure, and you call it ordinary rainwater? Are you saying the spiritual liquid waterfall outside is wastewater discharged by your Hanhai Sect?!"
"They're just puffing themselves up! Some cultivators, acting like know-it-alls, had already seen through everything!"
"And these Hanhai cultivators with their poker faces on either side, their spiritual energy fluctuations all concealed by secret arts.
They must be hastily assembled human cultivators, afraid we'll look down on their low cultivation!"
As most cultivators remained skeptical, a few with solemn expressions, and a handful of peculiar know-it-alls having figured it all out, the procession began to move again.
However, amidst the crowd, a certain young man surnamed Ye discovered a crucial detail.
Under his father's disdainful gaze, Ye Aohan, the great true disciple, suddenly tumbled to the ground as if he had tripped on something.
Sect Master Ye was initially startled, then reached out with disdain to pull his foolish son up:
"Han'er! Watch your step. If you fall while ascending, do you think you still want to be a true disciple?!"
What surprised Sect Master Ye even more was that his foolish son completely ignored his outstretched hand.
The young man even seemed like a dog that had spotted something, gnawing at the ground with his mouth.
"What's going on? Could that Lingxian Rain truly be problematic? That's impossible. In matters of water, I, Ye, am considered unparalleled in this world. How could that Dragon Princess tamper with it right under my nose?"
"If the Lingxian Rain is fine, then what's wrong with this brat Han'er? Has he fallen ill?"
Just as Sect Master Ye began to doubt himself and his own bloodline,
He saw that the great true disciple was no longer content with just gnawing at the ground; he had started digging with his hands!
Under the peculiar gazes of the Dharma Bodies and true disciples around them, Sect Master Ye felt his face burning.
"My family is in misfortune!"
Enraged, Sect Master Ye reached out to pull up this unfortunate member of his family.
But the great true disciple slapped his father's hand away and impatiently shouted:
"Dad! Don't pull me! You come quickly too!!"
The pitiable Sect Master Ye, a man of great renown, turned green at these words.
He forcefully activated his Dharma Body, and a pale blue light condensed into a pure energy arm outside his body, forcefully grabbing Ye Aohan.
"You scoundrel! Come here?! Are you mad?!"
Ye Aohan, still chewing on the grass on the ground, had his hands and arms full of lush green weeds.
These weeds were the most common wild grasses found on the primal earth. Their only advantage was their strong vitality, occasionally spotted even in deserts and wastelands.
But at this moment, this great true disciple was eating grass with utmost concentration!
Seeing himself being lifted into the air and his immortal essence suppressed by the Dharma Body's power, Ye Aohan grew anxious.
With a gulp, the true disciple swallowed the grass in his mouth, dirt and all, and anxiously shouted at his father:
"Dad! You're misunderstanding me!!! Let me down quickly!!!"
After saying that, as if addicted to eating grass, the true disciple quickly stuffed the grass in his hands into his mouth.
The sight of the grass, still carrying soil, stunned the cultivators.
"What an appetite for a young hero!"
"So, even Ascended Immortals can suffer from delusions? I'm learning something new!"
Looking at his son's疯子-like behavior, Sect Master Ye was also on the verge of going mad.
He violently swung his Dharma Body arm. Ye Aohan, suppressed by the Dharma Body's power, instantly became a blur, unable to resist.
"Han'er!! Wake up!!!"
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Amidst the piercing screams, the grass still carrying the fragrance of the soil scattered from Ye Aohan's embrace.
And Ye Aohan, as if his father had been killed, wailed:
"Grass! My grass!!! Dad! You're confused!!!"
Hearing this, Sect Master Ye shook him even more fiercely.
"Grass! I'll let you grass! This son is useless! I must have another one when we get back!"
Witnessing this farce, no one was in a hurry to leave. This was a family drama on the level of the Ten Great Sects, something one might not see in a lifetime!
Linglong also thoughtfully paused her steps, watching the unfolding scene with a half-smile.
In the violent shaking, scattered grass blades flew towards the cultivators. The fresh soil clinging to them made the cultivators recoil in disgust.
However, even though the true disciple acted like a madman and never revealed the reason, the cultivators present were not fools.
When a cultivator tentatively caught a falling blade of grass and examined it closely:
"It really is ordinary grass, with no spiritual energy at all. Am I overthinking things?"
The cultivators tested the fallen grass with various methods. For it to drive an Ascended Immortal to such madness, there must be a great secret within the grass.
But whether through their Dao paths, their ability to transform into rainbows, or their Dharma Bodies, no matter how they investigated, the grass remained common weeds, just appearing a bit greener.
Sect Master Ye was no fool either. He had naturally used his immortal essence to examine the grass on his son, but it was just ordinary grass.
His mastery of the Water Dao also prevented him from misjudging the Lingxian Rain.
Therefore, the only truth was that his son had truly gone mad!
Seeing that their investigations yielded no results, the cultivators disdainfully threw away the grass in their hands.
Only Qi Sha and Miao Yu, looking at Linglong's half-smiling expression, pondered further.
Qi Sha, who had always been uninhibited and saw no need for cultivators to be reserved, thought:
If no method could reveal anything, why not just bite it directly like that Ye brat!
As the green grass entered Qi Sha's surprisingly delicate mouth, a familiar scene unfolded once more!
Qi Sha, she began snatching the grass!!!