My Xiuxian script went astray

Chapter 200 Big Dream
Suddenly, the old leader disappeared.

This shocked all the disciples, "Where did he go?"

"I went to the sect."

After the temple keeper finished speaking, he had a premonition that something was going to happen, and said to all the disciples in a deep voice: "The ancestor worship is now officially over, everyone go back on your own, don't stay!"

Then, he also disappeared, probably because he was chasing after him.

Chen Lang was also a little confused. What was going on? Wasn't the task assigned to him already completed? Was there still more drama?

However, there was something wrong with the way the task was completed. It actually burned all the people, which was beyond his plan.

Suddenly, he anticipated something, and quickly summoned the Breaking Waves Boat and rushed to the Tianjian Sect.

Shortly after.

An uninvited guest suddenly came to the Tianjian Sect.

The Elders' Council was meeting as usual to discuss the sects' alliance against the Pingtian Sect. Then, an old man in white pushed the door open and walked in.

The old man was handsome, and although he was old, he still looked heroic. He glanced at the many elders and said after a moment, "They all look very young."

"Who are you?"

The elders of the Speech and Qingguan were all confused. Which sect had arranged a representative to negotiate something? Why didn't they receive any notification?

They thought this man had an extraordinary demeanor and was not like an ordinary person.

"Have you all forgotten me? That's right, it should be so. I don't recognize most of you anymore."

"You are Ye Ying?"

Elder Shi stood up slowly, speaking each word with an indescribable strange expression on his face. Then he looked at Zhong Haoran.

Zhong Haoran was also stunned for a moment, staring at the man.

Then he nodded slightly.

The elders were in an uproar!
"Ye Ying? Are you the old sect leader?" Elder Qingguan said. When he said the last three words, his voice was very low, as if he was afraid that others would hear.

"Oh my god." The elder who was giving the speech suddenly jumped up. What the hell was going on?
What's going on?

Ye Ying can be considered a representative of a generation, but now he has been forgotten. If he were still alive, he would be at least over 500 years old. Is this against the will of heaven?
As everyone knows, even for Nascent Soul cultivators, the average age is only around two to three hundred years old. The current sect leader is already in his mid-twenty years old, and at five hundred years old he has already broken through the Nascent Soul limit!

This is simply unimaginable and horrible.

"I don't have much time."

The old clan leader said: "I came from the ancestral mausoleum and did one thing."

"What's the matter?" asked the elder.

"There was a group of people who were worshipping their ancestors, and I put them all on the Heavenly Ranking."

The elders were speechless. What was this? Was it a big deal? It seemed so, but compared to this person’s personal appearance, it didn’t seem like a big deal.

Elder Shi frowned and looked at him carefully. Suddenly, he took action and attacked the old man in white.

"Ok?"

The old sect leader looked at him straight in the eyes, and suddenly, the void behind him seemed to split open, and clear air filled the air. A sharp sword appeared from it, and then split into two, and then three. The sword light surged, forming a chaotic world.

"Don't!"

Zhong Haoran suddenly took action to stop Elder Shi's attack, and said politely to the old man in white: "Don't get me wrong, he just wants to see if it's true or not."

"This must be the most original secret of the word sword." The elder who gave the speech recognized it. One gave birth to two, two gave birth to three days and the sword created all things. This momentum was definitely possessed by the founder of the Tianjian Sect.

Because the Tianjian Sect's unique skills have evolved and are no longer like this.

He was extremely shocked to see this secret technique appear again today.

"I recognize you, Zhong Haoran." The old sect leader nodded slightly and smiled at Zhong Haoran.

"Long time no see." Zhong Haoran simply nodded and stepped aside. "I have informed the Sect Master, he will be here soon."

Hearing this, the other elders reacted one after another, and their hearts suddenly tightened. The two sect leaders met, kings meeting kings, what did this mean?
This does not mean that the Tianjian Sect will become powerful.

It could be a catastrophe!
Seeing the strange atmosphere, the old sect leader was not panicked. He was very calm and said, "Don't worry, everything I lost has disappeared in time and can never be brought back. I just came back to take a look at this continent."

"Just watch," the elder said, his voice stuttering a little.

This is either a dream or a disaster!

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. The appearance of every Nascent Soul cultivator means that the continent will face a reshuffle. "How is the Tianjian Sect now?" asked the old sect leader.

Elder Qingguan looked again and again and said, "Compared to when you were here, the territory is smaller. There are a total of 464 families that are mainly influenced by the Pingtian Sect."

"What is Pingtian Sect?"

"It was established by a cultivator called the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls. Most of the cultivators who came here are independent cultivators. Their sphere of influence is extremely large and they often cause disasters." Elder Qingguan informed them that seven or eight sects have formed an alliance to encircle and suppress the enemy.

"Can't you handle a loose cultivator organization? Why don't you train more outstanding disciples?" The old sect leader said, "I heard that you are now concentrating your resources on ten people every year? How can you train masters this way?"

"That's true." Elder Qingguan said, "After all, resources are not sufficient. It's hard enough to raise ten qualified Jindan cultivators in each generation. If the resources are shared equally, there won't be any masters."

"I want to change it and go back to the way it was before."

Elder Qingguan frowned, "This..."

"Do you have any objections?" The old sect leader stared at him. "After so many years of encirclement and suppression, don't you know why there is a constant stream of independent practitioners in the Pingtian Sect? If you don't train masters, then they will."

"Even if I agree, many other families will not agree." Elder Qingguan wanted to refute. This concerns the core interests of the Heavenly Sword Master. How can he have the final say? But as soon as he opened his mouth, Elder Shi stopped him and sent a message to him.

"Promise first, then talk."

Elder Qingguan was slightly stunned, then he understood and nodded, "That's good too."

Because they felt a familiar breath, the real master had come.

The old sect leader also noticed it, he got up and went out to meet that person.

The conference hall was silent.

"What's going on?" someone asked.

"I don't know and I don't understand." Elder Shi said. He was also confused, but as soon as he tried it, he found that it was actually true.

The current sect leader Ma Ziming also came. He was still confused when he received the golden inscription from Zhong Haoran, what did the old sect leader's mark return? Then he couldn't hold it back when they met.

"Ma Ziming, the woman who is three thousand years older than you is listed in the immortal class. I didn't expect that you are an old man now. Have you still been interested in the old lady all these years?" asked the old sect leader.

Sect Leader Ma was choked and looked very unhappy. "Let's not talk about the past."

At the same time, he was observing the person in front of him and indeed found something wrong, but he did have that person's aura, there was no doubt about it, after all, he had a lot of contact with him back then.

"How can I not mention it?" The old sect leader chuckled, "You are a talent who achieved the Nascent Soul stage by deceiving this old lady's feelings. Have you built an ancestral temple for her?"

“It has nothing to do with you.” Sect Leader Ma became angry, but perhaps because of the constant setbacks he had encountered over the years, he was very cautious and did not continue to test the waters.

"Okay, I've seen everything I need to see, and it's time for me to go."

The old sect leader left lightly, and then returned to the ancestral tomb. No one knew what magical power he used, but he arrived in an instant.

At this time, the temple keeper had just left the ancestral land, and Chen Lang had just set off.

"No need to go, I've already been there."

The old master said, "Go back and continue doing your work. Just pretend I have never been here."

"Then you want to go?" asked the temple keeper.

The old sect leader looked toward the horizon and said, "I feel that some old friends are still here. Before I leave, I should settle old scores with them."

"Yes." The temple keeper was reluctant to leave, but he still turned back obediently.

The old sect leader stood up and left, while Chen Lang frowned. What the hell was going on?
"wait."

"Young friend, what's the matter?" The old sect leader looked at Chen Lang with a kind look.

"How long are you going to keep pretending, old man?" Chen Lang asked.

His mission has been completed, and he even saw the mission update notification.

"How can you, the younger generation, be so rude? Be more careful next time." said the old sect leader.

Chen Lang couldn't stand it anymore and frowned, "Your mission has been completed. Do you still want the spirit stones you have?"

The old sect leader's eyes suddenly became cloudy, then clear again, and his old body alerted as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Yes, of course!"

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(End of this chapter)