Chapter 3: Transformation Vein Mysterious Heaven Devil Classic, qianlong ranking
After walking for a while, a golden pavilion appeared before them.
Ye Yang told Dong Qing to retreat and walked into the main hall alone, only to find that several people were already seated inside.
The person seated at the head was dressed in white, short and stout, with a patch of stubborn black grime on his chest that he couldn't wipe clean, and a slight limp in one leg. It was Bai Zizhen.
Below Bai Zizhen were several other people. The one leading them was a portly man, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, wearing a robe with a white crane chasing water pattern.
Ye Yang glanced at this person, thinking that this must be his Father Ye's old friend.
Besides this person, two others were seated below him. One was a young man, around twenty years old, with a burly physique, holding a long spear with a red tassel.
However, four rings were attached five inches below the spear's tip.
The person at the very bottom was a fair-skinned girl, tall and with a cool demeanor, her legs as long and slender as jade pillars.
Her long black hair cascaded freely, accidentally covering her forehead, giving her an extremely attractive appearance.
At this moment, she widened her large eyes and curiously scrutinized Ye Yang.
“Is this the descendant of Father Ye’s old friend?”
Ye Yang glanced at the people at the head of the table. The atmosphere in the hall was lively, and the host and guests were all joyful.
“Ye Yang, let me introduce you. This is your Junior Martial Uncle Zhu Yue, the Clan Chief of the Changqing Zhu Family. His Family’s inherited Qi Channeling Sun Spirit Art and his Five Lock Tiger Capture Spear are widely renowned.”
Ye Yang quickly put aside his random thoughts, stepped forward, and bowed: “This Junior Nephew Ye Yang greets Junior Martial Uncle Zhu.”
“Good lad, your aura is surging, like spirit and illusion. You’ve actually reached Qi Channeling Seventh Layer! You have even more talent than my deceased Elder brother. When you Break through to the Martial Person Realm in the future, you might even make it onto the qianlong ranking.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Yang merely smiled and didn't take it seriously. He knew it was just polite talk.
The qianlong ranking only listed Martial Person Realm Cultivators under sixty years old in Yalong Ridge. With countless Cultivators in the entire Yalong Ridge, only three hundred and sixty-five were chosen. Those who could make the list were all exceptionally talented.
Within a radius of ten thousand li, not a single Sect had anyone on the list, so the difficulty was self-evident.
“Let me introduce you. This is your Junior Brother Hu Ting, who will also join the Flying Heaven Gate. You two should look out for each other in the future. And this is your Junior Sister Mange, my youngest daughter.”
Upon hearing that Ye Yang had already reached Qi Channeling Seventh Layer, the man and woman couldn't help but turn their heads in surprise, both looking at him with interest.
“What a good nephew. Come visit our Family often in the future. We are all one Family; how can we be distant?”
Having lived two lives, Ye Yang secretly marveled that Zhu Yue was indeed worthy of being the Zhu Family Clan Chief. Those few words instantly closed the distance between them.
He not only entrusted two young juniors in the Sect but also used the relationship with his deceased Father Ye to bring the Zhu Family and him together.
However, the other party was merely being polite. Otherwise, after his Father Ye's death, despite both families being in the same Sect, they wouldn't have had no contact for many years.
What a shrewd person!
Ye Yang smiled and nodded in agreement.
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“This Zhu Family keeps saying ‘our Family’ this and ‘our Family’ that. Isn’t he trying to draw my Flying Heaven Gate Disciples to his Zhu Family?”
Bai Zizhen couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation.
“Since you’ve joined my Flying Heaven Gate, you are one of us. There’s no distinction between School or Family. You all should cultivate well within the Sect.”
“If you achieve great merit, you might even be taught the Transformation Vein Mysterious Heaven Devil Classic.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhu Hu Ting and Zhu Mange’s eyes revealed boundless hope.
The Flying Heaven Gate’s Transformation Vein Mysterious Heaven Devil Classic was renowned in Yalong Ridge, and even among major powers, it was a first-rate Treasure Technique.
Legend has it that the Flying Heaven Gate’s founding ancestor, cultivating this spirit art, gathered three Martial Person Perfection Cultivators and managed to kill an Immortal Master grand Cultivator.
Seeing his own children’s hearts stirred by Bai Zizhen’s few words,
Zhu Yue coughed, thinking to himself that these two were still young after all.
The Transformation Vein Mysterious Heaven Devil Classic was the Flying Heaven Gate's foundational heritage, historically only cultivated by the Sect Leader. How could it be easily passed down?
“Why aren’t you quickly thanking Elder Bai for his kindness?”
Bai Zizhen was one of the Four Vajras of the Flying Heaven Gate, but at this moment, Zhu Yue elevated his status by calling him Elder.
This was part of human relations.
Cultivating Immortality, of course, meant cultivating for eternal life, ascending directly to the heavens, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Mount Cangwu in the evening. No one wanted to be entangled in the petty squabbles of the mundane world.
However, among millions, not a single Cultivator could achieve Immortal Ascension.
Let alone Immortal Master Realm powerhouses, even at the Martial Person Late Stage, refining Evil Qi, countless heroes and elites were stuck at that Bottleneck.
Most Cultivators had a visible Bottleneck that they couldn't Break through.
At this time, the higher the position, the more resources one could coordinate, and with more resources, the greater the possibility of Breakthrough.
Therefore, there were also human interactions.
Zhu Hu Ting and Zhu Mange immediately stood up and smiled gracefully: “Thank you, Junior Martial Uncle Bai.”
His gaze shifted, and Ye Yang’s eyes landed on Zhu Mange.
“Is this Zhu Mange? She truly has a beautiful appearance.”
He remembered that his Father Ye's will seemed to have mentioned that he should be closer to the Zhu Family, and if possible, he might as well marry a Zhu Family daughter.
However, it wasn't a marriage contract, merely a playful remark between him and Zhu Yue.
After Father Ye’s death, as the saying goes, ‘when the person is gone, the tea gets cold.’ There was no further contact between the two families, not even exchanging gifts during festivals.
The Zhu Family also didn’t take him to heart.
However, he had to admit that Zhu Mange was indeed extremely beautiful, with a graceful figure, fair skin, a straight nose, and bright, rosy cherry lips.
Most alluring was a tear mole beneath her eye, which added three parts of charm and one part of tenderness to her otherwise heroic face.
She wore a green ru-colored dress. Perhaps due to winter, although she was dressed warmly, one could still discern her full and slender beautiful legs.
“They’re praising Ye Yang as if he’s one of a kind, but I don’t sense anything different about him.”
“Isn’t he just another one who’s fallen for my looks, like all the other young men who see me for the first time?”
Seemingly sensing Ye Yang’s gaze, Zhu Mange lowered her face, which turned crimson, but a subtle smile of self-satisfaction flashed at the corner of her mouth.
“But this is good too. I can rely on him to gain more benefits in the Flying Heaven Gate.”
Thinking this, Zhu Mange’s smile deepened, and the curve at the corner of her mouth became more pronounced.