Chapter 84

As winter gave way to spring, the snow melted, and the earth came back to life. The vitality and spirit gathered into a sea, nourishing all things and awakening the once-dormant lush forests.

With a lazy smile, she tied her jet-black hair back with a flying immortal hairpin, wearing a dark robe with wide sleeves that fluttered in the wind. She looked eight parts like a Taoist and one part like a mortal.

"Master, the ancestral ceremony is about to begin?"

Standing behind the young man in the dark robe, the butler Liu had a calm expression, but the occasional flash of sharpness in his old eyes revealed his extraordinary nature.

"Uncle Liu, does this look good?"

His wide sleeves fluttered, and the flowing robe made him stand out even more, looking extraordinary and ethereal like a celestial being.

"Unmatched in grace!"

"Haha, Uncle Liu, you flatter me!"

With a clear and bright laugh, Jun Wuming suddenly trembled, transforming into a black light and shooting up into the sky, flying towards the mountains!

The peaks were misty and towering, guarding the main peak of Taoshan Mountain Range.

The sea of clouds spread out, as if encompassing thousands of mountains and ridges!

The mountains stretched on, forming a divine and sacred realm. Visible to the naked eye, rays of light frequently shot out from the towering peaks towards the central peak!

Like a rain of meteors, the multicolored light rays made the entire sea of clouds shimmer with a rainbow of colors, a magnificent and breathtaking sight.

Jun Wuming rode the light, moving at lightning speed, the wind whistling in his ears. In less than half an incense stick's time, he arrived before a massive divine peak.

Soaring into the clouds, reaching the extreme sky, the rolling wind and thunder generated clouds and light, piercing the heavens. Above the vast sea of clouds, a huge platform floated, and many cultivators were already waiting there.

Stepping on the white clouds, he greeted the passing light and then descended onto the massive cloud platform.

"Brother Ming!"

Dressed in white, Gong Feng arrived in a hurry, his face and smile slightly rushed, but he still had a certain charm as he opened his folding fan.

Many female cultivators passed by, dressed in red and purple, their faces blushing and smiling, each one beautiful and eye-catching. They looked at the young man in white with admiration, their eyes like water, sending him flirtatious glances.

Jun Wuming was the next generation's favored heir of Lianyun Fort, not only exceptionally handsome but also powerful. Compared to other young masters, he was clearly more popular among the female cultivators!

In this generation of the Jun family of Lianyun Fort, there were nineteen young masters. Excluding a few who were still minors and a few who had left the fort early, there were few who could match Jun Wuming.

Jun Wuheng, Jun Wushang! Jun Qing could barely count as one!

As for Jun Wuming, he was unusually low-key, rarely revealing his cultivation in front of others. Few of the women looked favorably upon Jun Wuming!

Jun Wuming smiled and stopped Jun Wuyou's enthusiastic greeting.

"Brother, I think they need you more than I do. You can't let them down!"

With a slightly teasing look, he winked and patted the young man in white on the shoulder, signaling him to go about his business. Then he left first to avoid being blamed by the group of fierce female cultivators.

The ancestral ceremony had a long history, originally for the worship of the ancestors who died in battle. Now, after a thousand years, it had evolved into a grand ceremony that included worship, trials, selection, exchange, and even matchmaking!

"Ts, isn't this our Master Wuming? I heard your master recently failed to pass the lightning tribulation, a great misfortune, indeed. However, with your master's talent, living was a waste of resources. Dying early is a blessing for the fort!"

With a gentle face, dressed in green, a sword in hand, and a frivolous expression, a thread of divine consciousness came, making Jun Wuming's eyebrows twitch. It was that despicable person again.

This despicable person was always like a piece of chewing gum, impossible to get rid of. His mouth was foul and his nature cruel, yet he had a powerful background. If not for the surveillance of the fort's strong cultivators, Jun Wuming would have found a chance to get rid of him long ago.

But now, the opportunity has come. He could use the ancestral ceremony to thoroughly tear this despicable mouth apart. His expression unchanged, he looked at the tall and proud man in purple beside him, who had a cold face. Jun Wuming nodded, a master like that would have a disciple like that.

"Jun Quanming, you're about to die, yet your mouth is still so foul. Don't worry, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

A vast and powerful mental force gathered and transformed into a massive mental shock wave, sent directly into Jun Quanming's ear!

Boom!

It was like a bomb exploding in his mind, making Jun Quanming's face turn pale.

"How is this possible?"

His eyes flashed with intense shock and fear. Jun Quanming looked at Jun Wuming in disbelief, his lips trembling!

Facing the icy killing intent in the young man in dark robes' eyes, Jun Quanming felt a chill seep into his bones, his back turning cold!

"Quanming!"

A deep and explosive shout in his ear instantly woke Jun Quanming from his panic.

Meeting the concerned gaze of Dongfang Hong, Jun Quanming felt a bit more at ease.

Yes, there's still my master. My master is a powerful elder in the fort, in charge of most of the resources. With my master, I might not fail to kill this despicable person! This despicable person must have learned some advanced mental techniques. As long as I guard against his mental attacks, I might still be able to kill him!

This is good. This despicable person has revealed his true strength, saving the need for further probing!

Seeing Jun Wuming's unchanged expression as he left, Jun Quanming's face turned dark.

The two had been at odds since childhood, always competing. What made Jun Quanming furious was that no matter what, Jun Wuming always had the upper hand!

What Jun Quanming hated most was Jun Wuming's confident and assured demeanor. Every time, Jun Quanming wished to torture him to death, making him beg for life and death!

Dongfang Hong saw a trace of resentment and hatred in his young disciple's eyes and sighed inwardly. This young disciple was intelligent and had a remarkable talent for wind element. In Dongfang Hong's heart, this disciple was already seen as his successor!

But his heart was too narrow! For some reason, since they met at the age of nine, the two could not get along, and Jun Quanming was always defeated by Jun Wuming.

As they grew older, they continued to compete. Although Jun Quanming had a remarkable talent and rapidly improved, Jun Wuming always outperformed him. No matter how hard he tried, he was always overshadowed by Jun Wuming, forming a deep-seated obsession, almost like a mental block!

But Dongfang Hong believed that once this mental block was removed, he could awaken the hidden powerful talent in his body, unleashing the true brilliance of a genius.

Looking at the departing young man in black, Dongfang Hong's stern eyes flashed with a cold light. Since his disciple couldn't do it, he, as the master, had to take action. For his disciple, he would have to sacrifice you!

Jun Wuming paused, a smile on his lips. In his divine palace, the weather changed, and a silver light flashed. The spiritual light calmed his agitated mind, and he continued to walk with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

The cloud platform was vast, the sea of clouds expansive, and the sun was high in the sky. On the cloud platform, as the light rays descended, only a few more rays of light came from the distance!

Suddenly, the sky brightened, and three massive pure yang suns appeared in the sea of clouds. They spanned the sky, the suns patrolling the heavens.

Like a magnificent rainbow, they crossed the vast distance, instantly descending from the heavens!

The suns were blazing, like massive sun deities, their overwhelming aura shaking the sea of clouds.

The overwhelming aura pressed down, and Jun Wuming and the others felt as if a massive mountain had condensed on their bodies. The immense force made them involuntarily want to bend and bow!

"Pure yang aura? A Yangshen expert?"

"Wasn't it usually the Yinshen elder who presided over it?"

"How could three Yangshen experts appear at once?"

"Is something big happening?"

"Yangshen experts, legendary beings with a lifespan of three thousand years!"

Some people gaped in disbelief. Many experts were shocked, their eyes revealing their astonishment. They were both incredulous and elated. With such powerful experts in the fort, what fear could they have of the beast trials?

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