Chapter 1114: Chapter 1114: Ancestral Master Accepts a Disciple

Boom!

The thundercloud summoned by the Inner Sect Disciple hadn’t dispersed yet when all of a sudden, a thunderous roar erupted!

Two elders on the high platform abruptly stood up.

Shattering Heaven Style, a move that Yang Yan only used when facing enemies, a powerful attack indeed.

However, Yang Yan had forgotten, this was the new sect competition at the Ancient Abyss Sect.

A silver arc was released by Star Night, and in an instant, heaven and earth seemed to darken before everyone’s eyes.

The long silver arc was devouring all light!

An inexplicable pressure weighed on everyone’s hearts.

Among them, the nine Inner Sect Disciples directly facing this attack felt it the most.

Their hearts felt like they were about to jump out!

What kind of attack was this?!

This was an attack that made them feel hopeless, powerless to resist!

The magic shield they desperately raised seemed so tiny, so vulnerable before this blade...

Just as desperation filled all the disciples, two vague figures suddenly appeared in front of them.

Pop...

The silver arc of the blade rushed towards the two, but was easily caught by one of them with a slight raise of the hand.

"In this battle, Yang Yan is victorious! The champion of the new sect competition has been decided, it is our Ancient Abyss Sect’s Outer Sect disciple — Yang Yan!"

The two who appeared were naturally the oversight elders worried about the safety of the nine disciples.

The elder who effortlessly broke the Shattering Heaven Style took a dazzling glance at Yang Yan.

Then he promptly announced Yang Yan as the champion of the competition.

"Thank you, Elder."

Yang Yan naturally bowed in thanks.

As for the nine disciples, each wore an expression of humiliation.

Thus, they still had to decide who would take second to tenth place.

Yang Yan alone could defeat them all in first place, what was there left to contest for second to tenth?!

"Ruyi, Ruyi! It’s different! Completely different!"

At the peak of Ten Thousand Mountains, the entrance to the second cave opened once again as Jade Ruyi walked out with a mocking expression.

"Qingmei, can you act like a proper girl, what was the result of the competition?"

Qingmei playfully stuck out her tongue, then quickly said:

"Ruyi, you have no idea, just now in that battle, the Saint Son fought against nine, standing there and letting them attack..."

Upon hearing this, Jade Ruyi couldn’t help but furrow her brows, skeptically asking:

"Standing there letting them attack? Was he scared out of his wits?"

No wonder.

No matter how worthless that kid was, he was still a Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body!

Since he had the courage to challenge nine at once, surely he wouldn’t lack the power to fight back?

Regarding Yang Yan, she indeed harbored great prejudice.

But objectively speaking, a figure with the potential of a Saint Son shouldn’t be so weak.

"Oh! Ruyi, no, no, that’s not the point."

The woman in the blue dress quickly shook her head, hurried to explain:

"The main thing was that under the combined attack of nine, the Saint Son emerged completely unscathed!"

"In the end, he even asked if the nine senior brothers had finished attacking; too frightened by his technique, none dared to answer."

"Then with merely one move, the Saint Son scattered all nine senior brothers!"

"The Saint Son... the Saint Son was simply too astonishing, and he looks very dashing too!"

Qingmei said excitedly, resting her cheeks on both hands and gazing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, admiration written all over her face.

"You little girl, are you lovesick, actually acting lovestruck."

Jade Ruyi jokingly remarked with a mix of amusement and irritation.

But her expression suddenly stiffened.

Upon deeper thought, something seemed amiss.

Just now, what did Qingmei say?

"You said Yang Yan sent nine flying with just one move?!"

Jade Ruyi widened her eyes, incredulously asking.

"Yeah, yeah! The Saint Son..."

Qingmei suddenly choked, then looked down, cautiously saying:

"Apparently, the Saint Son’s blade nearly scared the nine senior brothers stiff, and two elders intervened to protect a few senior brothers."

Smack!

Qingmei was startled and looked up.

She saw Jade Ruyi, having learned the truth, smack her hand onto the stone wall, leaving a palm-shaped recess.

"Yang Yan just had good luck! Hmph! You are not allowed to mention him in front of me anymore!"

With that, Jade Ruyi turned and walked into the cave, leaving Qingmei standing there in a daze.

Clearly, these were the messages Jade Ruyi had instructed her to relay.

Where had she gone wrong...

The sect’s new competition drew to a close today.

Yet, this year’s newcomer contest was like no other in the history of the Ancient Abyss Sect.

Previously, there had been many disciples of exceptional talent who shined brightly at the contests.

But no one’s spotlight had ever been like Yang Yan’s, nor did they possess such ability!

Yang Yan cheerfully accepted the champion’s reward from the Ancestral Master —

The mid-rank spiritual treasure Butcher Palace.

The Ancestral Master, who had never appeared in the newcomers’ competition, not only showed up but personally handed Yang Yan the prize!

This further confirmed the speculations in the hearts of those disciples.

The Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body Yang Yan might truly be taken under the Ancestral Master’s wing!

The Ancestral Master had never accepted a disciple in his life.

Once Yang Yan became his disciple, he would be the senior disciple, of higher status than the Sect Leader!

Meanwhile, the disciples of the elders and the Sect Leader were merely Core Disciples; by comparison, they seemed so weak.

As the newcomer competition was about to conclude, Yang Yan, who intended to leave, was called back by Zongming using the transmission technique.

He stood on the high platform, his old-fashioned robe billowing in the wind.

His long white beard swayed in the wind; from afar, although he hadn’t ascended to immortality, he exuded an aura befitting of a celestial sage.

"My Taoist name is Zongming, and I’ve been cultivating for one thousand three hundred and ninety-two years."

Yang Yan, rushing over in mid-air, was stunned.

A thousand-year-old monster indeed!

No wonder he was the Ancestral Master!

"The path of cultivation is long; I have always wanted to find someone to inherit my legacy, but due to various reasons, I’ve never found a suitable candidate."

Zongming stroked his long beard and suddenly smiled:

"A few days ago, I saw a disciple possessing exceptional talents, and thus began to harbor the intention of accepting an apprentice."

"Wow!"

The Ancestral Master had mentioned being over a thousand years old—everyone knew this, so they were quite calm.

But the Ancestral Master openly admitting he wanted to take a disciple was akin to a nuclear bomb hitting the disciples.

Ancestor Zongming was the founder of the seventh-level Cultivation Sect Ancient Abyss, a figure at the Nascent Soul Stage and beyond.

Even within the sixth-level Cultivation Star and fifth-level Cultivation Sect, he was an absolutely high-ranking figure.

Otherwise, how would he be the founder of the Ancient Abyss Sect?

Nonetheless, this terrifying powerhouse was going to take a disciple.

"Yang Yan."

Zongming called out softly, his eyes inadvertently glancing in a particular direction.

"Disciple here!"

In the air, not a ripple formed, not even a wisp of breeze stirred, yet Yang Yan appeared calmly before Zongming.

Zongming, seeing this, slightly lifted his gaze, extending his left hand to pat Yang Yan on the shoulder.

Seemingly the slowest gesture ever.

At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary elder simply patting a junior on the shoulder.

Yet for Yang Yan, it was entirely different.

He felt enveloped by the other’s presence, unable to evade.

Yang Yan’s gaze was fixed on Zongming’s hand.

He desperately wished to understand why this seemingly sluggish gesture could not be avoided?!