Chapter 229 Disapproval?!

That tone and manner made Yue Qinglin involuntarily recall his previous experience hearing these two words. Back then, when the Nine-Section Staff was taken away by the Zhengyi Dao, he held back two Shangqing Sect cultivators, and it was this same disapproval that caused him to be seriously injured, barely managing to escape.

Now, recalling it, what wasn't clear?

His mind stirred with anger, a moment of distraction, and his injuries could no longer be suppressed. He immediately collapsed to the ground, able only to vaguely see the young man in the Daoist robe and the Ancestral Master's statue to one side.

The statue was of a young Daoist with peaceful eyes.

The recorder of the Qimen Dunjia, personally carved by Zhuge Wuhou.

The man and the statue blurred and diffused, then merged into one in his vision.

They were like the same person.

Yue Qinglin roused the last bit of his strength, but his voice was slurred, barely audible, even if only in his heart, failing to manifest. His eyes slowly lost focus:

"Who exactly are you..."

"What do you want to do..."

...

This was where the Taiping Dao cultivators once secluded themselves.

Besides all kinds of texts, there were also treasures passed down from ancient times. Wei Yuan's gaze swept across this blessed land that could absolutely attract the attention of cultivators from all walks of life. He reached out and took the Nine-Section Staff from the sword box on his back, then tossed it directly into this Taiping Dao blessed land, saying:

"You wait here for now."

"Don't cause trouble, I'll be back to find you soon."

He had the Nine-Section Staff, a spiritual treasure, suppress the Taiping Dao's Qimen Dunjia formation.

Then, with a single slash of the Eight-Sided Han Sword, he forcefully decapitated Yue Qinglin, who was unwilling even in death. He reached out and used a scroll to collect the head. He had just told Zhang Ruosu that he would be right back, and didn't plan to stay here too long. Right now, his descent down Dragon Tiger Mountain, breaking the formation, killing, and beheading, was almost done in one go, and his momentum was still building.

Maintaining this momentum, he turned to leave.

After walking for a while, he realized something was wrong. Wei Yuan was silent for a moment.

He took out his phone from the pocket of his Daoist robe.

Search, navigation.

Jiangxi, Dragon Tiger Mountain, Tianshi Manor.

Okay.

Only then did he confirm the direction and stride towards Dragon Tiger Mountain.

A round trip.

...

Dragon Tiger Mountain is the ancestral home of Daoism in all of China. Besides that, it's also a rather well-known tourist destination, representing the peak of China's Danxia landform. Magnificent and stunning, the mountain also houses the Dragon Tiger Sect altar of Daoism. Outside the mountain are Turtle Peak, a marvel of yin and yang.

It is both a rare scenic beauty in China and a Daoist altar.

One can enjoy the scenery and bring elders and children to burn incense and worship the gods.

As a result, Dragon Tiger Mountain is usually bustling with people, but today, for some reason, the Daoists on Dragon Tiger Mountain suddenly began urging people to descend. The Daoists were polite, with a hint of embarrassment on their faces, but there was no way around it; they probably had some matters to attend to.

An old couple had no choice but to take their prepared fruit and descend.

In the distance, they saw Tianmen Mountain, where there was a place called the Three Sisters Waterfall.

Each layer of the waterfall had a drop of four meters and a width of four meters.

The names were also beautiful, called Ziyan, Ziyun, and Ziying.

Further into the canyon, one could see the twenty-meter-high Qingyun Waterfall.

The old couple felt a little regretful that they hadn't been able to enjoy themselves to the fullest. While descending, they seemed a little tired. Their hands loosened, and the old man almost stumbled from the weight of what they had brought, but he was supported by a Daoist. He felt a sense of lingering fear and saw that it was a Daoist in his twenties.

He wore a Daoist robe made of coarse cloth.

Blue-gray.

He wore straw sandals, carried things in one hand, and used the other to help the two elders carry the things they had brought. Then, he politely sent them to the foot of the mountain. The two elders, who had originally come to burn incense, thought that this young Daoist was quite good, but he seemed to be from a poor family, as his Daoist robe was too simple.

The young Daoist sent the two elders to the foot of the mountain.

Only then did he turn around and step back onto the stone steps.

Little Daoist A Xuan was guarding nearby, cupping his hands and saying, "Curator Wei."

He leaned closer and whispered, "The true cultivators from various Daoist sects have arrived. Senior Brother used his second Tianshi token, which is a symbol of the Zhengyi Alliance, to forcefully order all Daoist branches under the Zhengyi Alliance to arrive within the specified time. However, this time, many Daoist sects used very precious talismans to rush here, so their tempers are not very good."

The Tianshi Manor Daoist next to A Xuan grimaced.

Actually, it was no longer just "not very good tempers."

The old Celestial Master's previous Tianshi token was a major event in the entire Chinese cultivation world. Many sects put their heads together to help. This time, after more than twenty years, there was another Tianshi token. The sects that were closer directly used their supernatural powers to rush over. The ones that were far away even used their treasured talismans.

When they arrived, they saw, oh, the old Celestial Master was drinking tea.

They were in a hurry, and asked what was going on.

The old Celestial Master said, "Nothing."

"There's just someone who wants to meet you."

When the Tianshi Manor Daoist thought of the old Celestial Master's understated answer at the time, and the instantly frozen faces of those Daoist elders, he felt a headache. Strictly speaking, this was a blunder.

But in reality, it was a matter of the old Celestial Master's reputation and the prestige of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Wei Yuan nodded, patted A Xuan's shoulder, and said, "I know."

He looked at the Dragon Tiger Sect altar.

Carrying the Eight-Sided Han Sword, he stepped onto the mountain.

Behind him, the old couple smiled and talked as they walked down.

The Daoist stepped onto the immortal mountain.

And ordinary people talked and laughed as they walked into the mundane world.

All was well.

This time, Wei Yuan did not conceal his aura. As he stepped onto Dragon Tiger Mountain, his own aura slowly diffused out. The little Daoist did not notice anything, still worrying about the anger in the hearts of the Daoists from various sects, and wondering what to do if these fellow Daoists made things difficult for Curator Wei.

He frowned.

Wei Yuan's right foot gently stepped onto Dragon Tiger Mountain.

In the back mountain, the old Daoist who watched the lotus pond was much more relaxed because the little guys who wanted to pick lotus flowers had gone down the mountain. He leaned against an old pine tree on the mountain, lazily stretched, and covered his face with a scroll of the *Huangting Scripture*. His biggest problem every day was watching the lotus pond to prevent people from picking them.

It was said to be simple work, but it was tiring over the years.

It was rare to steal half a day of leisure in this floating life.

But at this moment, the old Daoist, who had been half-asleep, suddenly woke up with a start, turned over abruptly, widened his eyes, and looked towards the lotus pond, stunned.

The oldest purple-gold lotus in the lotus pond.

Slowly bloomed.

Then,

The Daoist at the foot of the mountain ascended the heavenly ladder step by step.

The purple-gold lotus in the lotus pond on the mountain bloomed more and more luxuriantly.

Until the end, the surging Daoist fortune surged and rolled from this pool. When the water was full, it overflowed, but this time, what overflowed was not water, but white fortune, which passed through the Southern Mountain pine and the Northern Mountain crane, and crashed down from the peak of the back mountain.

The old Daoist was dumbfounded.

*Heavenly fragrance and dew, the coldness of Canghua, clouds in the blue sky, the crane has not yet come.*

Today, the clouds fell from the blue sky, and the crane had come.

Like a sea of clouds falling into the mortal world.

Then, it fell directly into Tianmen Mountain, landed on the water, and the Three Sisters Waterfall turned into a cloud waterfall. The original water flow was mixed with the sea of clouds, falling layer by layer. Each layer of water flow rippled, causing the sea of clouds to churn. Finally, it poured into the deep gorge in one breath, directly entered the Qingyun Waterfall, and traveled through the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain, turning it into a crystal-clear fairyland for a time.

The clouds and mist overflowed and swayed, adding a bit of etherealness to the pavilions and buildings on the mountain. The wild cranes and birds, which were nothing special when flying in the air, now seemed to have a bit of immortal etherealness as they shuttled through the sea of clouds.

The tourists and pilgrims who had descended the mountain earlier almost all saw this scene.

The various Daoist sects who had been forced here by the Tianshi token were holding back a bellyful of anger.

Even Lin Shouyi of the Shangqing Sect, who had met Wei Yuan once, was a little dumbfounded, feeling that his friend had really gone too far this time. Each Celestial Master only had the authority to use three Tianshi tokens. How could it be used so casually?

Just as everyone was feeling annoyed, they suddenly heard the noise outside. When they looked out, they saw this scene of surging fortune. Lin Shouyi was stunned, personally seeing the clouds disperse and the mountain steps extend, with a Daoist in a deep blue coarse cloth robe stepping up the mountain.

The Daoist carried a sword, his brows and eyes were clear and bright, and behind him, the clouds hid cranes singing.

With just a wave of his hand, he brushed away the cloud on his shoulder.

And the Daoist lotus flowers had already bloomed in a pond.

...

Wei Yuan greeted the true cultivators of various Daoist sects and threw something in his hand.

Yue Qinglin's head fell to the ground.

Everyone had interacted with this person before and knew that he was the Daoist Master of the Taiping Dao, who relied on his low mana to do as he pleased. They had failed to capture him many times, and now they were all startled to see his head. The two true cultivators of the Shangqing Sect had failed to capture this guy even when working together. Lin Shouyi was agitated and said:

"Curator Wei?"

Wei Yuan gave a Daoist salute and said, "Today, I have eliminated a traitor from my sect."

"I apologize to everyone."

Someone keenly noticed the problem in his words: "Sect?"

"And then, there is one more thing."

Wei Yuan paused and raised his eyes, saying:

"Today, my Taiping Dao should return to the ranks of the Three Caverns and Four Supplements, the Seven Sects of Daoism."

"Everyone, is it permissible?"

ps: Today's second update… two thousand eight hundred words~ Thanks to Canfengyinlu Zixiaoyao for the myriad rewards. The previous chapter was posted a little late because the Writer's Assistant exploded.

I hope I can fall asleep early tonight.