Chương 212: Chapter 101: A Thousand Sects Offer Congratulations, The Reyn Clan of Leiyuan City (1)

"Reyn, a disciple of the Xuanxiao Sect, possesses peerless, heaven-blessed talent. During this expedition to the Trial Realm, he overwhelmed the elite cultivators of all eight provinces and gathered every single Mu Jade Sword into his own hands. He stands undisputed as the supreme figure among the younger generation across all eight provinces of the Zhao Kingdom!"

"Since my Mu Family first established the Trial Realm untold ages ago, such an unprecedented miracle has never occurred. Because of this, this old master's heart was moved by his extraordinary talent. I intend to take him under my direct lineage as a disciple, granting him the elite status and privileges of a core disciple of our Mu Family. I, this Monarch, have arrived today solely to inform you of this decree. Do the two of you have any objections?"

Every word echoed like a bronze bell, reverberating across a radius of a hundred li. Pure spiritual energy materialized into dozens of shimmering lotus blossoms around the projection, lending him the majestic posture of an ancient deity descending to the mortal sphere. The peerless, overwhelming aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator blanketed the entire mountain gate of the Xuanxiao Sect, sending tremors of instinctive terror through the hearts of every living soul within its bounds!

Qing Xiaozi and Dan Chenzi snapped their heads up in disbelief. They exchanged a swift glance, their eyes widening before overflowing with unrestrained, ecstatic joy! Reyn had actually possessed such godlike might—suppressing the proudest geniuses from all eight provinces! Even more astonishingly, a Nascent Soul Grand Patriarch had personally acknowledged his brilliance and taken him in as a disciple! Objections? How could they possibly hold any objections?

Even if Reyn formally joined the lineage of the Mu Family's Nascent Soul Ancestor, he had still originated from the Xuanxiao Sect. Once he achieved supreme martial power in the future, he would inevitably remember the karmic bonds and spiritual ties of his true home. For the Xuanxiao Sect, this arrangement offered endless blessings without a single drawback!

Furthermore, when an exalted Nascent Soul This Seat came calling in person, even if they harbored reluctance, did they possess the audacity to speak a single word of refusal?

"We juniors harbor no objections whatsoever! For Reyn to enter This Seat's esteemed lineage is a heavenly blessing earned through several lifetimes of virtuous karma," Dan Chenzi declared, bowing respectfully. Though reluctant to part with his beloved disciple, his mind remained clear—he knew with absolute certainty that this path offered Reyn the grandest, most limitless future possible. Manifest Saint nodded faintly, clearly satisfied with their response.

"Very well. In that case, this Monarch shall take his leave." Before his voice had fully faded, and without the slightest physical movement, the illusory projection dissolved into thin air. The oppressive pressure that had saturated the atmosphere dissipated like morning mist under a blazing sun. Only after waiting a moment to confirm that Manifest Saint had departed did the four Golden Core experts finally exhale in relief.

Even with their revered Golden Core cultivation, standing before a Nascent Soul behemoth made them feel as fragile and helpless as newborn infants. Had they provoked his wrath, a casual flick of his finger would have been more than enough to crush them into dust.

"Allow me to congratulate Daoist Qing Xiaozi and Daoist Dan Chenzi!" Ancestor Bai Sha cupped his hands in greeting, offering his solemn wishes.

"Your honored sect has produced an extraordinary genius capable of earning the favor of the Mu Family Ancestor, Manifest Saint! His future achievements will be boundless—he may even hold a genuine chance of becoming the second Nascent Soul cultivator in the Zhao Kingdom! Blessed by his patronage, the Xuanxiao Sect is bound to rise to unprecedented heights. This is truly a cause for immense celebration!" Yet behind his polite words, Bai Sha's heart was thrown into chaotic turmoil.

A lingering, dangerous thought surfaced in his mind: If I had stepped forward and struck when that boy slew Ancestor Mingdiao back then, would today's reality have been completely erased? A moment later, he shook his head with a bitter smile. He understood with brutal clarity that for the rest of his natural life, he would never have such an opportunity again.

"Indeed! With a disciple like him nurtured under your banner, why should your noble sect ever worry about prospering?" Master Huozhi chimed in with a warm smile.

"Before my departure, my Sect Leader specifically instructed me to prepare a celebratory gift. I ask that both of you graciously accept it." As he spoke, Master Huozhi unfastened a spatial storage bag from his waist and presented it with both hands.

"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist. We shall not refuse your generosity," Qing Xiaozi replied with a light smile, taking the storage bag and cupping his hands.

"Please enter the main hall and rest for a moment. The two of us shall join you shortly." Master Huozhi chuckled and cupped his hands.

"There is no need to worry about us, Fellow Daoists. You had best begin your preparations immediately. As far as I know, countless sects across all eight provinces of the Zhao Kingdom have already received the message jade slips dispatched by the Mu Family's Nascent Soul Ancestor. The waves of congratulatory guests are likely already on their way!" With that, he exchanged a subtle look with Ancestor Bai Sha. Both men let out a quiet sigh in their hearts before turning to walk toward the interior of the grand hall.

Qing Xiaozi and Dan Chenzi looked at one another, an uncontainable surge of pride and wild exhilaration erupting within their chests. Once upon a time, could they ever have dared to dream that such a day would dawn upon them? To witness a thousand sects across all eight provinces of the Zhao Kingdom arriving in unison to offer their congratulations!

And all of this grand fortune, all of this glorious destiny, was brought about by nothing more than a mere registered disciple whom they had accepted into their sect years ago!

"Junior Brother, the thing I admire most about you in this entire life is that you took Reyn as your disciple!" Qing Xiaozi exhaled deeply, his voice trembling slightly with utter gratification. His remaining lifespan was already dwindling, and witnessing his beloved sect flourish had always been his singular, lifelong dream. Today, that cherished wish had finally come to pass!

"Hear my decree! All disciples and elders of the Xuanxiao Sect shall cease their cultivation immediately and prepare for the grand ceremony!"

"Hear my decree! Elevate the Immortal-Greeting Platform once more and make ready to receive the honored guests of every sect!"

"Hear my decree! The disciples of the five lineages shall be led by ten elders and protectors each, standing ready to welcome our distinguished visitors!" If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Three consecutive orders, fueled by potent spiritual mana, thundered out like rolling thunder, resounding across every peak and valley of the Xuanxiao Sect!

"We obey the Sect Master's decree!"

"We obey the Sect Master's decree!"

"We obey the Sect Master's decree!" Every single disciple of the Xuanxiao Sect roared at the top of their lungs, unleashing a massive wave of sound that shook the heavens and earth as it swept outward! They had already heard the thunderous declaration of the Mu Family Ancestor earlier, and they understood full well what had transpired. They knew that their sect was destined to rise at unbelievable speed because of this monumental event. Excitement and pride roared in their veins!

They were proud to be members of the Xuanxiao Sect! Proud to possess such a grand martial uncle as Reyn! Proud of the grand spectacle about to unfold as hundreds of sects across the eight provinces arrived to offer homage! In that single moment, an invisible Grand Momentum coalesced above the skies of the Xuanxiao Sect!

If a supreme cultivator capable of discerning the secret workings of fate and samsara were present, they would see that this aura burned crimson streaked with royal purple—an unmistakable sign of skyrocketing prosperity! Qing Xiaozi and Dan Chenzi looked at each other and broke into roaring laughter. Their combined voices rang out like the dual roar of dragon and tiger, soaring straight into the highest heavens.

Within seconds, every cloud across a hundred-zhang radius was ripped to shreds, allowing golden sunlight to stream down, bathing the main hall of the Xuanxiao Sect in brilliant, majestic radiance! A moment later, countless escape lights shot up into the sky from within the mountain gate. Clad in crisp, new Daoist robes, their spirits high and faces flushed red with excitement, the disciples of the Xuanxiao Sect took flight in all directions. Soon after...

continuous, triumphant announcements echoed across the heavens.

"Venerable Lingyun of the Pomie Sect in Danan State, leading his disciples, offers congratulations to Martial Uncle Reyn on joining the lineage of Manifest Saint!"...

"Venerable Qinglin of the Luoyang Sect in Danan State, leading his disciples, offers congratulations to Martial Uncle Reyn on joining the lineage of Manifest Saint!"...

"Venerable Wuxin of the Wanhuan Sect in Yan Province, leading his disciples, offers congratulations to Martial Uncle Reyn on joining the lineage of Manifest Saint!"...

"Venerable Shenquan of the Purple Mist Sect from Quanzhou, accompanied by his disciples, arrives to congratulate Martial Uncle Reyn on his formal apprenticeship under the Manifest Saint!" The herald's voice roared across the mountain peaks, amplified by spiritual force. Streak after streak of roaring escape lights tore through the sky, blotting out the azure expanse above with dazzling brilliance.

Golden Core experts—revered patriarchs who normally governed entire regions of North Yue State as living ancestors—could be seen mingling everywhere among the clouds today. Without a shadow of a doubt, this single grand occasion marked the grandest gathering of high-level cultivators North Yue State had witnessed in over a millennium. Qing Xiaozi and Dan Chenzi bustled back and forth across the grand reception plaza, greeting each distinguished guest with radiant, unsuppressible smiles.

Whenever their gazes happened to cross, a profound look of pride and deep relief passed between them. Even during the absolute zenith of the Xuanxiao Sect's historic prime, the sect had never hosted such a breathtaking spectacle—receiving the joint congratulations of over a thousand sects spanning all eight sovereign states of the Zhao Kingdom.

By orchestrating this momentous affair, both of them were guaranteed to carve their names in indelible, magnificent strokes upon the sect's historical records, worshipped and revered by countless generations of disciples yet to come.

"The Great Elders of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, the Supreme Demon Sect, and the Beast Taming Sect from Huizhou, along with their disciples, have arrived to pay homage!" Right at that instant, a shrill, trembling announcement erupted from the direction of the Dianxian Terrace. The voice belonged to a Xuanxiao Sect elder whose throat strained with overwhelming excitement, echoing far and wide across the mountain ranges.

Upon hearing those words, Qing Xiaozi and Dan Chenzi froze in place, their bodies shuddering visibly as an intense wave of euphoria washed over them. The final traces of composure dissolved, replaced by unadulterated excitement that flushed their faces. The Three Thousand Dao Sect! The Supreme Demon Sect! The Beast Taming Sect! The undisputed, colossal triumvirate ruling over the entire Zhao Kingdom had actually sent joint delegations to deliver their congratulations!

Such supreme, unprecedented glory was utterly unheard of in the history of the realm. The vast crowd of visiting cultivators gathered on the plazas felt their pupils shrink to pinpricks. Gasps of sheer shock, consumed by overwhelming envy and intense jealousy, rippled through the assembled masses like a wild tide.

"Junior Brother, let us go and welcome them personally!" Qing Xiaozi took a deep, stabilizing breath, his eyes gleaming with resolve. Dan Chenzi nodded gravely in complete agreement. In the next breath, two dazzling rays of spiritual light erupted beneath their feet, soaring forward into the sky to greet the eminent visitors....

Meanwhile, far from the grand festivities, within Leiyuan City at the compound of the Reyn Clan— Although the enemy Qingyan Sect had already been utterly obliterated, a few stray remnants had managed to escape the purge. Though most of these survivors were merely low-level Qi Condensation pests, they still possessed devastating, lethal power compared to defenseless mortals. Consequently, the Xuanxiao Sect cultivators dispatched to protect the Reyn Clan's safety dared not lower their guard in the slightest.

They had carefully arranged warning arrays around the perimeter of the clan compound and maintained strict, hourly guards rotating on patrol around the clock. Today at noon, the guard duty fell upon Ling Jue'er. Back when Reyn had been falsely accused on the Lingxian Terrace of plotting against Mo Bucheng, this young woman had courageously stepped forward as a key witness to clear his name.

Thus, when selecting the team of disciples to guard his home clan, Reyn had unhesitatingly chosen her as a gesture of gratitude and reward. At this moment, Ling Jue'er stood atop the outer defensive wall that encircled the Reyn Clan compound. Her lithe, slender silhouette was draped in flowing pastel robes that billowed gracefully in the gentle mountain breeze, her long black tresses fluttering in soft waves.

From afar, she truly resembled an ethereal heavenly maiden descended into the mortal world, inspiring a profound mixture of awe and subtle affection in anyone who laid eyes upon her. At an intersection roughly a hundred zhang away from the clan fortress, several men clad in dark martial suits looked up at her with entranced, enamored gazes. Yet, despite the intense warmth in their eyes, they were keenly aware of the unbridgeable chasm separating mortals from immortal cultivators.

Not a single one dared to harbour improper thoughts or muster the courage to step forward and strike up a conversation. Though Ling Jue'er's sharp spiritual senses easily picked up their admiration, she showed no signs of annoyance or disdain. Though she maintained an aloof, serene expression fitting an immortal, she could not help but whisper quietly in her own mind, The ideal cultivator husband I long for must be at least a Foundation Establishment expert! Someone like...

like Martial Uncle Reyn, young, immensely powerful, with a future bound for limitless heights. The mere thought caused a delicate rosy flush to creep onto her smooth cheeks, transforming her into an ethereal maiden touched by mortal passion, making her appear all the more breathtakingly beautiful. However, in that very instant, her head snapped up abruptly. The gentle blush faded, replaced by an expression of deep gravity.

She stared fixedly toward the sky a hundred zhang above, where several streaks of escape light were hurtling toward the compound at blinding speed. While ordinary mortals could sense nothing, to a cultivator's spiritual perception, the roaring, potent surges of mana were as glaringly obvious as burning torches in the dead of night!

"Three Foundation Establishment experts!" Feeling the overwhelming aura radiating from the incoming figures, a shadow of deep concern overcast Ling Jue'er's delicate face. Her fingers instantly formed a hand seal, ready to activate a distress signal at the very first sign of hostility. Right then, as if sensing her spiritual aura, the three approaching streaks of light decelerated sharply and altered their course, descending straight toward her position.

Within a few breaths, the brilliant light dispersed, revealing three young cultivators in their early twenties, clad in dark black Daoist robes embroidered with striking blue wave patterns.