Chapter 463: Chapter 446: Wave After Wave
Even in a vast ocean like the Star Alliance, a Flood Dragon is still a Flood Dragon.
The Cyan Cloud Sect was a major Saint Cultivation Sect, ranked eighth in the Star Alliance, with a long and influential history. Their Master’s Disciple, Bu Qingyun, was a figure on the Immortal Commerce’s ranking lists and a leader among the younger generation.
Ling Fei, a disciple of the Flower Fairy Sect—ranked sixth in the Star Alliance—possessed the Peacock Ming King Saint Body.
"Heh, Brother Xie, what are you doing playing greeter?" Bu Qingyun was genuinely surprised.
Xie Tianhua smiled faintly. "Today is a momentous day for my Uncle-Master. It’s only right that I, as a junior, put in some extra effort."
Bu Qingyun froze. He never would have imagined someone as proud as Xie Tianhua would willingly call a person younger than himself "Uncle-Master." ’...What on earth happened recently?’
Bu Qingyun was a keen observer and could tell that Xie Tianhua’s address was heartfelt, not forced.
"Heh, interesting. I’ll have to catch up with you later, Brother Xie."
"Please, go ahead."
Xie Tianhua felt not the slightest bit of shame in being Wang Meng’s junior.
Zhang Xiaopang’s jaw dropped. "So you’re actually a big shot. I thought you were just some nobody."
Zhang Xiaopang had genuinely thought the Taiyin Sect had just sent some random disciple. Why would a major figure show up?
Hu Jing shot Zhang Xiaopang a glare. "You idiot! Brother Xie is the number two figure of the Taiyin Sect’s younger generation, one of the most renowned young masters in the Star Alliance!"
"You’re too kind. I am still a junior myself, so I wouldn’t dare boast in my Uncle-Master’s sect."
Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang exchanged a look. They knew Wang Meng was impressive, but... was he *this* impressive? How could he possibly be *this* impressive?!
This was someone who could call figures like Bu Qingyun and Ling Fei his peers, yet here he was...
The surrounding Cultivators who witnessed this scene were even more at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, the younger generation of Holy Hall Disciples felt the blood boiling in their chests. ’That’s right, this is Wang Meng! Our legend, our Sect Leader! In the future, he will lead us ever forward!’
Every Holy Hall Disciple held their head high. Today, they had every right to be proud!
Bu Qingyun and Ling Fei ascended the Holy Mountain. A crowd of Cultivators jostled for position, eager to catch a glimpse of these top figures of the younger generation.
The man was truly dashing, and the woman was as radiant as a Fairy. Their auras, in particular, were different; every gesture exuded a noble air that was indeed unlike what one saw in the Four Directions Small Thousand World.
Many of the young Cultivators present, who had come with their elders to observe the ceremony, felt a sense of intimidation.
’Unrivaled backgrounds, formidable strength, and an elegant bearing... now *this* is what it means to be from a prestigious sect.’
"Brother Wang, congratulations. My master was occupied with an important matter and specifically ordered me to come and offer his felicitations."
Bu Qingyun said.
"The Wind Celestial Venerable is too kind. Thank you, Brother Bu. Please, have a seat."
"Wang Meng, congratulations," Ling Fei said, her gaze lingering on him with a peculiar glint in her eyes.
"Thank you." Wang Meng knew Ling Fei had likely come because of their personal relationship; he had no real dealings with the Flower Fairy Sect.
The two were not representing themselves but their sects, so they were given seats of honor. However, they first paid their respects to the seniors present with the etiquette befitting their junior status.
Disciples from prestigious sects were indeed meticulous when it came to etiquette.
Jiny Tiannan was astonished. Yanm Yuyue had insisted he come and show Wang Meng some face, and as a Sect Leader, he couldn’t refuse. But now, looking back, this trip was more than worth it—it was an incredible bargain.
He had long heard that the Holy Hall had produced an extraordinary young disciple, but sometimes, it was hard to overcome preconceived notions. ’To think he could actually achieve this much.’
"Ying’Er, Tian’Er, the way that Ling Fei is looking at our Sect Leader is a little fishy. You two better keep a close eye on her!"
Liuu Mei’s sudden comment nearly made Yang Ying and Ma Tian’Er choke. But the two just exchanged a smile. They had to admit, Sister Liuu’s judgment was still at the same level as back in their Thunderlight Hall days.
Bu Qingyun and Ling Fei’s visit was also quite a surprise. Although their Sect Leaders hadn’t come in person, their statuses were more than enough to represent their sects.
Things had progressed to this point, and the scene was now completely out of control.
「In Tongming City」
Yang Yingtian could no longer sit still. "Molong, let’s go! Better late than never!"
"Father, if we do this, we’ll offend the Ten Thousand Demons Sect."
"Fool! Haven’t you realized it yet? Any single one of the people who showed up today is someone the Ten Thousand Demons Sect cannot afford to offend! Or do you think these people have nothing better to do than to come and support some young kid?!"
Yang Molong’s brows furrowed. "You mean Wang Meng is very strong? But how many years has he been cultivating? At most, he’s only at the Minor Perfection realm."
"How many times have I told you? You need to broaden your horizons! You can’t just keep staring at this little patch of land in the Four Directions Small Thousand World! Why do you think the Ten Thousand Demons Sect bowed their heads to Wang Meng back then? It’s because they couldn’t do anything to him—they were even a little afraid of him!"
"But what if the Ten Thousand Demons Sect decides to make an example of us?" Yang Molong was still not convinced.
Yang Yingtian glanced at Yang Molong. His son had some talent, but his judgment was inferior to his own daughter and granddaughter, who were both excellent judges of character. The old man had been stubborn his whole life, but today, he had to make another gamble for the future of Yang Family Castle.
"We’re not just going to show our support this time. We’re going to latch onto this big tree that is Wang Meng. With our connection through Ying’Er, he’s bound to show us some courtesy. Besides, the Holy Hall needs support right now. Wang Meng may have a grand reputation outside, but here in the Four Directions Small Thousand World, he still needs a core force of his own."
Yang Yingtian said, tapping his cane on the ground.
Yang Molong still felt it was too risky, and he was unwilling to bow his head to someone like Wang Meng.
Yang Yingtian knew Yang Molong was proud. "Jiangg Hu, what do you think? Speak freely."
Jiangg Hu lowered his head in thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up. "Ancestor, Castle Lord, Wang Meng’s prestige among the younger generation is exceedingly high. It’s not just the Holy Hall; many young Cultivators in the Four Directions Small Thousand World see him as a role model. Furthermore, the Holy Hall’s unprecedented move to make a young disciple their Sect Leader has caused quite a stir, but I believe it will attract even more young Cultivators to join them. That is, if they can overcome this difficult initial period."
"Molong, even Jiangg Hu sees it more clearly than you! The Star Alliance has decided to illuminate all the Small Thousand Realms. The isolation of the past will be no more. Future competition will expand to the outside world. We must choose a side as soon as possible!"
Yang Molong looked at Yang Yingtian’s determined gaze and finally sighed. "Father, if you have decided, then I will naturally obey."
"Let’s go. Blood is thicker than water. We must show our sincerity this time. Wang Meng is not easy to fool."
Yang Molong had made his decision. Though old, Yang Yingtian had managed to elevate Yang Family Castle to the head of the Eight Great Castles Alliance while also leveraging the Ten Thousand Demons Sect for development. His foresight was far superior to Yang Molong’s. Letting Yang Ying and her mother go had also been a way of leaving himself an escape route.
Once the decision was made, Yang Yingtian led Yang Molong and Jiangg Hu in a hurry to the Holy Mountain, only to run straight into another shocking scene.
A colossal wheel appeared in the sky, spinning as if to devour everything. A Teleportation Array had manifested.
The main event had finally arrived! This was the highlight of the day!
"The Taiyin Sect Leader, the Kunlun Ascendant, Sect Leader Yuu Kunlun, congratulates Wang Meng on his ascension as the Holy Hall Master! May his reign last for a thousand autumns!" Xie Tianhua’s voice was exceptionally loud. This was his very own Sect Leader!
The moment this announcement was made, the entire Holy Hall fell silent. The Sect Leader of the Taiyin Sect, one of the Three Great Sects of the Star Alliance, had actually come in person!!!
If hearing Yang Jian’s name was shocking without fully grasping the scale of it, then Yuu Kunlun was a name known to all. Was there any Cultivator who didn’t understand the significance of the Star Alliance’s Three Great Sects?
These were the three sects that stood at the very pinnacle of the countless Cultivation Sects. For Wang Meng’s ascension to actually draw the Taiyin Sect Leader himself... what an incredible display of face!!!
The Taiyin Sect Leader was one of the ten great masters of the Star Alliance. A celestial figure of his stature had actually come here.
The moment Yuu Kunlun appeared, he stunned the entire audience. The majesty and aura originating from one of the Star Alliance’s top-tier powerhouses were simply unparalleled.
On the mountain, Yang Jian and the others all rose to their feet. This was a sign of respect for a supreme expert.
The younger generation was even more awestruck by the Kunlun Ascendant’s magnificent bearing. The Taiyin Sect was said to be comprised of Demon Cultivators. For such a great Demon to give face to Wang Meng... for a Saint Cultivator to achieve this level of respect was beyond incredible!
Yang Molong was dumbfounded. They had arrived just in time to witness this. It was obviously not the time to go join the festivities. ’The Taiyin Sect Leader... is... is this a fantasy?’
Even Yang Jian had no idea what Wang Meng had done to not only have the Taiyin Sect fully back the Holy Hall, but also to have their leader personally attend an event to support a junior. Frankly, it was a bit beneath his status, but Yuu Kunlun had come anyway.
This was the only way for Yuu Kunlun to show his gratitude to Wang Meng.
Although the Taiyin Sect was full of Demon Cultivators, they were clear about their debts and grudges—they repaid kindness with kindness and enmity with enmity. Wang Meng’s favor to the Taiyin Sect was simply too great. On top of that, he and Mo Chen had already decided to fully support Wang Meng’s growth and forge a good relationship. An occasion like this was a must-attend. Not only did he have to come, he had to give Wang Meng ample face.
Yuu Kunlun did not fly up the Holy Mountain; he walked. Of course, even his walking pace was extremely fast, but it was a statement of his attitude. He was telling everyone present that he, Yuu Kunlun, had not come to show off or put on airs. He was here to give face to Wang Meng, to elevate him!
Yang Jian and the others were truly shocked by Yuu Kunlun’s actions. ’Just what did Wang Meng do???’
Ling Fei and Bu Qingyun also saw the shock in each other’s eyes.
"Friend Wang, congratulations!"
At this moment, Xie Tianhua, having completed his greeting duties, also came up and stood respectfully to the side.
"Brother Yuu, to think such a small matter would trouble you to come all this way. Thank you. We must have a good drink later."
"Haha, Brother Mo is still looking after Brother Zhang, so he couldn’t make it this time. But your relationship with them doesn’t depend on such formalities."
Yuu Kunlun said.
Those who didn’t understand wouldn’t know who "Brother Mo" and "Brother Zhang" were, but Yang Jian and the others knew. Wang Meng’s relationship with the Three Heroes of Taiyin was actually so good that they could speak to each other so casually.
Wang Meng smiled and personally invited Yuu Kunlun to a seat of honor.
Yuu Kunlun naturally greeted Yang Jian and the others.
Zhao Xinglun and his group gaped. ’What in the world is going on?’
He had been completely reduced to a background character, and a wilting one at that.
Yuu Kunlun’s arrival meant the ceremony was now a complete success. Just as Wang Meng was about to signal for it to begin, another strange phenomenon appeared in the sky as a flash of white light tore it open.
A curtain of light like the Milky Way appeared, incomparably dazzling and brilliant. This was the symbol of the Star Alliance.
A smile touched the corners of Yuu Kunlun’s lips. ’An old acquaintance.’
"Heh, Wang Meng, my apologies. I was tied up with mundane affairs and arrived late."
A figure in the air slowly descended toward the Holy Mountain.
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