A true master!
This is what a genuine senior master looks like!
In an instant!
Thousands of cultivators exchanged excited glances, their faces flushed with fervor, their cheers ten times more passionate than before!
"Senior's grace is beyond compare, this junior is unworthy to even glance upon it!"
"Senior! To witness such magnificence today is a blessing I shall remember for life!!!"
"To die without regrets! Truly, to die without regrets!"
...
The surrounding clamor shook the heavens, tears streaming down faces!
Those kneeling in reverence were like waves of wheat, and sighs of admiration were everywhere!
The overwhelming enthusiasm far surpassed before, leaving Elders Wang and Li unable to cope, fleeing in bewilderment and fear.
Only after much bowing and dodging did they finally manage to send disciples to fetch wine.
The members of Moon God Pavilion dared not linger any longer. With the city gates blocked and streaks of light still approaching from all directions, they channeled their Dao energy, their bodies glowing with a cyan radiance.
Thirty-some figures soared into the sky, vanishing into the sea of clouds!
Bathed in the twilight glow,
The graceful figures, swords on their backs, tread upon the clouds as if part of a painting!
Gazing at their elegant silhouettes against the horizon, the awestruck rogue cultivators stood frozen, filled with boundless reverence and longing!
Amidst the murmurs of admiration, praise and respect overflowed!
"They depart without seeking gratitude, their deeds hidden beneath their sleeves. Such noble virtue is truly worthy of admiration!"
"This is what a true senior master should be—a model for all of us cultivators!"
"If I could learn even a fraction of their demeanor, it would be an honor for life."
"To witness such masters in this lifetime—I can die without regrets!"
The sea of grateful admirers refused to disperse, while experts from all walks of life exchanged awed whispers.
"Who would have thought such masters still exist in this world?"
"Vanquishing demons in times of chaos, then vanishing into the horizon with carefree grace—even the great celestial sects pale in comparison!"
"I wonder, what is the origin of these seniors? And what realm have they reached?"
"Did you not secretly try to probe just now?"
"Nonsense! How dare I? Such masters have shown kindness to countless sects. If I were to recklessly release my divine sense, wouldn’t that disgrace the entire Southern Li Celestial Domain and shame us all?!"
"These seniors must be reclusive masters!"
"In my opinion, they might be descendants of ancient clans!"
...
The heated discussions continued endlessly, stirring a thoughtful gleam in Fang Hai's eyes.
Yet, as he listened to the rampant speculation,
His mind kept replaying the departing figures of the seniors—especially the younger-looking ones—and the Dao techniques they employed. Something about them felt oddly familiar...
After a few moments of reflection, Fang Hai's pupils trembled violently!
"Moon God Pavilion?"
"Those seniors were using Moon God Pavilion’s techniques?!"
His exclamation wasn’t loud, but it instantly drew the attention of thousands around him!
In the blink of an eye,
Several figures rushed forward, bowing urgently in succession!
"Brother Fang, are you certain?!"
"Friend, this matter concerns the identity of such esteemed seniors—you must not speak carelessly..."
"Senior Brother Fang, this is of grave importance. Can you truly confirm it?"
Faced with the barrage of skepticism, Fang Hai’s face twisted in fury!
"Our Ten Thousand Peaks Celestial Sect once had ties with Moon God Pavilion—how could I mistake their movement techniques? When those seniors departed, they were unmistakably using Moon God Pavilion’s flight technique!"
"If I’m wrong, I’ll gouge out my own eyes!"
His furious roar plunged the crowd into dead silence!
Then—
Thousands of eyes widened in shock, and exclamations erupted like tidal waves!
"Holy shit!"
"Moon God Pavilion?!"
"So these seniors are all masters from Moon God Pavilion?"
"Since when is Moon God Pavilion this badass?!"
"No wonder! No wonder Moon God Pavilion has been rising so swiftly lately—even their Holy Maiden broke through to the Celestial Tier just days ago! Turns out they’ve been hiding such terrifying power all along!"
"Moon God Pavilion is undoubtedly the strongest sect in the Southern Li Celestial Domain! The title of Domain Sovereign Sect is theirs without question!"
"Damn..."
Gasps of astonishment spread like wildfire, leaving cultivators from all factions dumbstruck!
The shocking revelation shook everyone to their core, and the small city erupted in chaos as rumors spread like wildfire!
Within moments, the frenzy had engulfed the entire city!
"I must join Moon God Pavilion!"
"I’m joining too!"
"Fang Hai, you were once a disciple of a celestial sect—shouldn’t you focus on reviving your own sect instead of competing with us?!"
"Ridiculous! The Ten Thousand Peaks Celestial Sect is already gone—why can’t I pledge allegiance to Moon God Pavilion now?"
"Liu Wenzong, how dare you judge others? Your Quicksand Gang still exists—this is outright betrayal of your sect!"
"I’ve dreamed of joining Moon God Pavilion since childhood—is it wrong to realize my dream now?!"
"Friends, I have urgent matters at home—I must take my leave!"
"You don’t even have a home! You’re sneaking off to seek apprenticeship, aren’t you?!"
"Damn you, you bastard!!!"
...
Amidst the curses, thousands of streaks of light shot into the sky, each cultivator pushing their limits to outpace the others, their shouts echoing for thousands of miles.
That night, countless streaks of light
Converged from all directions, racing toward Moon God Pavilion from millions of miles away, illuminating the night sky like a meteor shower!
Hundreds of miles outside the city, by the forest’s edge,
Moon God Pavilion’s two elders and thirty elite disciples gazed up at the shooting stars streaking across the night, baffled and curious about what major event had transpired.
Frantically sending messages for updates, they only heard Yi Feng’s resigned voice repeating:
"I’ll be back soon, just a little longer."
Exchanging puzzled glances, they had no choice but to wait patiently, wondering what their new elder could possibly be so busy with...
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Elders Wang and Li, along with the thirty elite disciples, were on the verge of losing their patience when Yi Feng finally landed before them, shoulders slumped in dejection.
Noticing his dispirited demeanor, they approached curiously.
"Elder Yi, what troubles you so?"
Yi Feng sighed in response.
"Ah..."
The sigh carried such melancholy that the two elders hesitated to press further.
Relieved at his return, Elder Li bowed and spoke up.
"Elder Yi, if there’s nothing else, we should return to the sect. What do you think...?"
Yi Feng nodded listlessly.
"Fine."
With that, the group set off, soaring westward through the clouds.
As they flew,
Yi Feng’s mood remained heavy, filled with disappointment.
Over the past two days, he had ridden his slow steed all over the Southern Li Celestial Domain, searching dozens of times—yet he couldn’t find a single trace of those mysterious masters.
As for that elusive "Sixth Master," no one had even heard of him—as if he were a ghost, leaving no evidence of his existence!
How could anyone hide so well?
What a true Sixth Master indeed!
He had hoped this excursion would let him provoke those masters and finally fulfill his death-seeking plan, but he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of them!
In the end, it was all for nothing.
As the group raced back, the elders and disciples wore expressions of relief, but Yi Feng couldn’t share their joy. His eyes were distant, lost in thought as the landscapes blurred beneath them.
Before they knew it,
The gates of Moon God Pavilion came into view, and Elder Li sighed beside him.
"Who would’ve thought our return would be so smooth?"
The disciples behind them gradually brightened, murmuring in quiet relief.
Yi Feng showed little expression as he led the group to a gentle landing before the mountain gate, preparing to step inside.
To his surprise, the disciples at the entrance caught sight of them and suddenly erupted into frenzied shouts, as if witnessing a slaughter!
"Yi—Yi Elder has returned!!!"
The shrill cry startled even Yi Feng himself!
Snapping out of his daze, he raised his eyes.
Only then did he notice the two gatekeepers—their faces flushed red, trembling with excitement, their reactions more exaggerated than fans at a celebrity meet-and-greet in his past life!
Had he really become this popular after just a few days away?
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