877: Chapter 237 Returning Home 877: Chapter 237 Returning Home Su Huanian didn’t conceal his form as he descended, startling Ran Hou awake.
Ran Hou shook his body and emerged from the accumulated snow.
Before the snow even fell off him, his voice carried, “I apologize, fellow Daoist.
The elder ancestor of our Sect is in seclusion here.
If you wish to comprehend the valley’s Formation, you might go to the Jixia Academy residence.”
As he spoke, he flipped his hand and threw out a command flag, which was, in fact, a Qianji Door command flag.
“Has Illusory Snow Gate been swallowed up by Qianji Door?” Su Huanian asked with knit brows.
In the past, her husband had simply borrowed the insignia to protect Illusory Snow Gate.
Could it now act in the name of Qianji Door?
The snow sculpture exploded with a bang, and Ran Hou emerged in astonishment.
“Elder ancestor… senior… Mrs.
Su…” he paused, unsure of how to address Su Huanian.
“You’ve left seclusion?” Ran Hou bowed his body, his demeanor extremely respectful.
Whether the Dragon Turtle and this lady acknowledged it or not, he certainly recognized the elder ancestor.
The Illusory Snow Gate Forbidden Grounds were no place for just anyone to enter casually.
Even he needed an ancestral talisman from his Sect to go in and out.
Yet the Dragon Turtle came and went without any hindrance.
If it wasn’t the elder ancestor, then who else could it be?
He had made it clear that the Dragon Turtle was a Divine God Beast, a member of the ageless species.
What did it matter if some teachings were left behind thousands of years ago?
Especially since the Dragon Turtle could obtain Qianji Door’s blessing for Illusory Snow Gate with a single word, Ran Hou, who had initially wavered, immediately became absolutely certain that this was indeed the elder ancestor—an unshakable elder ancestor.
No one could stand against them.
“Why are you guarding this place?” Su Huanian inquired.
Ran Hou didn’t know how to explain, and in his haste, he took out a Flying Sword.
From the sword, Su He’s voice resonated, “Master Ran, I must leave for a while.
Please, Fellow Daoist Ran, keep a watchful eye on Phoenix Valley.
My wife is in closed-door cultivation there.”
It was a message sent casually by Su He before entering Feng Zhong using Flying Sword Messaging.
The corners of Su Huanian’s lips lifted slightly.
At the time, her husband had probably just casually entrusted this task.
Little did she expect that Ran Hou would stand guard here for twenty years, nor had she considered that Illusory Snow Gate was truly a lineage he had left behind.
Although Su Huanian and Ji Feixue had guessed it back then, they couldn’t be completely certain.
Now, everything became clear.
Although Ran Hou was quite cunning, he was wholeheartedly dedicated to his own Sect.
All his covert plans were for the continuation of the Sect, for its betterment.
It was merely his barely concealed desire to find an ancestor for himself that made him less irksome.
Su Huanian looked at him, “Your Sect has a long history, surpassing half of the Ten Major Immortal Doors.
Why is it still so insignificant?
And bring out the Sect’s canonical books for me.”
A Sect that had survived for thirty million years had yet to flourish, so its canonical books must be critically lacking.
Ran Hou was startled and then overjoyed.
He wouldn’t think that Su Huanian was coveting the secret scriptures of Illusory Snow Gate.
Although there wasn’t much time, he still hadn’t completely understood the true status of the Dragon Turtle.
But the phrase ageless said too much.
Why would a creature of endless life care about a scripture barely sufficient for reaching the Stepping Sky Realm?
Ran Hou bowed and with a flick of his fingers, a jade card floated out: “Ancestor, our small Sect is weak and doesn’t possess many scriptures, but the Swordsmanship and Ice and Snow Techniques are still presentable.”
Just by the name Illusory Snow Gate, it was clear that it focused on Ice and Snow Techniques.
A Sect so ancient that it didn’t even know its own history would naturally have no lack of legacies.
But those miscellaneous legacies were obviously not what Su Huanian was seeking.
Ran Hou only handed over the Sect Leader’s legacy.
After perusing the contents, Su Huanian’s eyebrow arched, “This is too little!”
Although she wasn’t present when her husband passed down the techniques in ancient times, she had caught up with that youth afterwards and checked thoroughly.
The techniques her husband passed down were far more extensive and comprehensive.
Su Huanian pointed a finger at the jade card, supplementing it with many more pieces of information.
As the jade card was a symbol of Illusory Snow Gate’s legacy, Ran Hou, being the Sect Leader, could clearly see the details within.
In Ran Hou’s eyes, the newly transmitted information from Su Huanian seamlessly integrated onto the original techniques within the jade card.
As though it had always been part of the whole set.
The waves in Ran Hou’s heart surged, a mix of astonishment and excitement, “Ancestor…
Ancestor, do you recognize the legacy of Illusory Snow Gate?”
He regretted his question as soon as he asked it, wishing he could slap himself.
Idiot!
As he inwardly scolded himself, he heard Su Huanian’s cool voice, “The founding ancestor of your Sect was a beggar who received my husband’s teaching.”
What Su He passed down was the technique left by a previous master of Long Moon Mansion, a man with grand ambitions who dabbled in pills, talismans, artefacts, formations, and Dao.
From Su Huanian’s current standpoint, that individual probably wanted to create a system entirely his own.
He must have been thinking of starting a Sect.
Ran Hou suddenly looked up, astonished, and then a great joy filled him.
It was as if a Mountain Spirit Stone had fallen from the sky and landed precisely on his head.
…
In the Mystery Huang World, flashes of light glimmered one after another as cultivators still in Mystery Yellow Cave Sky were teleported out at the same moment.
Twin flashes crossed Changfeng City; Xuanzhen Taoist waved his horsetail whisk and landed in his own Taoist Temple, while a boy by his side froze for a moment, then joyfully bowed deeply.
“Master!”
Xuanzhen Taoist waved his hand nonchalantly and looked toward the City Lord’s Mansion.
There, a strikingly beautiful woman lounged lazily on an outdoor couch, with wings draped over her as a blanket and her serpentine tail curved elegantly.
She seemed naturally melancholic.
With an arm for a pillow and her brows slightly furrowed, she gazed up at the bright moon in the sky.
An inexplicable connection arose between her and the moon, giving her the illusion that she could pluck it down with a mere hand’s reach.