Chapter 308: Leaving Seclusion, the First Cry Shocks the Four Directions; Five Elements Divine Light Overawes the Heroes (Part I)

Time flowed, and after the "Five Elements Chaos Tribulation" that shook the summit of the Cloud Sea came to an end, a full three months have passed.

These three months were a period of speculation and waiting for the Ninth Dao Institute, and indeed for the many forces of the Spirit Realm that paid attention to this matter.

That day the tribulation clouds billowed, heavenly might like a prison, three layers of unprecedented terrifying tribulation aura; even through layer upon layer of seals and great distance, many high-level cultivators still felt it in their hearts, filled with doubt.

Afterward the Cloud Sea Summit was sealed shut, with not a trace of news leaking out, adding countless layers of mystery.

That day, the thick mist that had long entwined and isolated the inside and outside of the Cloud Sea Summit finally began to slowly flow and dissipate.

The stone pavilion remained as before, and the Cloud Sea surged as it once did.

A figure stepped out slowly from the depths of the peak.

It was Wang Ping.

Compared to three months ago, his stature seemed hardly changed, still wearing a plain green robe; but anyone who saw him would first notice not his clothing, but his calm, deep eyes that seemed to hold endless galaxies and the birth and death of the Five Elements, and the ineffable "Dao rhythm" that naturally circulated around him, subtly in tune with the breath of heaven and earth.

His aura had solidified in the early Nascent Soul stage—not the unstable freshness of a new Nascent Soul cultivator, but like deep-sea black steel forged through a thousand tempers: deep and condensed, hefty and substantial, rounded and smooth.

What is even more startling is that within his Nascent Soul aura lies not only pure, mighty Five Elements spiritual power, but also a faint trace of chaos intent that seems able to encompass and evolve all things, making his Nascent Soul nature feel far beyond that of his peers.

Wang Ping raised his hand, fingers slightly spread.

At the stir of his thought, five-colored light flowed from his fingertips. Red, yellow, green, white, blue—no longer a simple outpouring of divine light, but like five living spirit snakes, entwining, playing, and evolving.

At times it formed a five-colored lotus blossom, its petals bearing natural Dao markings; at times it condensed into a five-colored little sword, its edge restrained yet seeming able to cleave the void; at times it scattered into a rain of light filling the sky, each drop containing pure Five Elements spiritual energy.

His mastery of the Five Elements Divine Light had reached a state of "entering the subtle" and "communing with the divine"! Compared to the Golden Core stage, its power had increased not just tenfold, but far more!

Even more wondrous, when Wang Ping sank his mind into his dantian and activated the seated Chaos Five Elements Nascent Soul, the point of slowly rotating chaos star jade on the Nascent Soul's chest suddenly blazed forth!

Hum!

With Wang Ping as the center, within a radius of ten zhang, space seemed to undergo a subtle distortion.

The five-colored light appeared like tangible ribbons, materializing out of nowhere, intertwining and flowing, yet at the extreme of their flow they converged into a hazy chaotic gray.

Within this area the Five Elements spiritual energy became unusually active and "docile," as if wholly obeying Wang Ping's will, while the spiritual energy and laws of the outside world seemed faintly repelled and isolated.

This is the "Five Elements Chaos Domain" that he can initially comprehend and employ after condensing his Chaos Five Elements Nascent Soul, combining his own Five Elements Grand Dao with the chaos true intent.

Although its range is only ten zhang, its duration limited, and its consumption enormous, this already constitutes a qualitative leap!

Within the domain, Wang Ping's control over Five Elements power will reach an astonishing degree, greatly amplifying his own divine abilities, weakening or even stripping away opponents' Five Elements–type techniques, and allowing him to craft the perfect battlefield for himself—this already touches the threshold of the "law domain" of high-level cultivators, worthy of being called a heaven-defying divine ability.

"Finally… done." Wang Ping slowly retracted his aura, the domain dissipated, his eyes returning to the tranquil stillness of an ancient well. He gazed toward the stone pavilion, where Jiang Mingyuan stood at some point, smiling at him.

"Congratulations." Jiang Mingyuan's voice carried genuine relief, "The Chaos Five Elements Nascent Soul is exceedingly rare in ancient times. After three months of nurturing, your foundation is solid, your divine abilities have just taken shape. Ping'er, you have truly stepped onto your own path to the heavens."

"All thanks to my master's protection and guidance." Wang Ping bowed in salute, his gratitude overflowing. Without his master setting up formations to guard the Dharma, providing resources, and pointing the way, he could never have so smoothly survived that terrifying heavenly tribulation and condensed a supreme Nascent Soul.

"This is fortune you won for yourself." Jiang Mingyuan waved his hand, his expression turning grave, "Although the initial formation of a Nascent Soul is certainly pleasing, a great tree attracts wind. You have been in seclusion for three months, and outside speculation about you has already been rife."

"The Five Elements Clan, the Monster Clan, and even other hegemonic powers will not stand idly by while you grow in peace. Peaceful days are likely few."

Wang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, he nodded and said, "Disciple understands. When soldiers come, we meet them with generals; when water comes, we block with earth. Perfect—this is also a good opportunity to test the strength of my newly formed Nascent Soul."

"Having such resolve is good." Jiang Mingyuan nodded, "Now that you've left seclusion, go attend to some worldly affairs and let a few close friends know you're safe. The Dao Institute has its own arrangements for you. Remember, you are now the personally transmitted disciple of the Head of the Ninth Dao Institute, the creator of the Chaos Five Elements Nascent Soul; you need not restrain the aura and dignity befitting your station."

Some troubles require a thunderous hand to suppress, so as to avoid countless future entanglements.

"Yes!" Wang Ping understood his master's intent: he wanted him to announce his emergence with a mighty posture, to overawe the petty troublemakers.

After bidding farewell to his master, Wang Ping transformed into an inconspicuous streak of five-colored light, silently departing the Cloud Sea Summit and flying toward his cave dwelling on the outskirts of the Dao Institute.

He did not deliberately announce his emergence, but with the mist of the Cloud Sea Summit dispersing and his aura fluctuating, how could the Dao Institute's ever‑watchful senior members and keen observers fail to notice?

Almost as soon as he appeared before his own cave dwelling, several message talismans shot forth like bees that have caught a scent of flowers.

There were concerned inquiries from friends such as Luo Qingyang and Qin Xue, notifications from the Dao Institute's Administrative Hall to report his cultivation and update his identity token, and even some invitations of unknown origin, polite in tone but with obscure intent.

Wang Ping first replied to Luo Qingyang and Qin Xue with a brief message, reporting his safety and arranging to meet later; then he proceeded to the Administrative Hall.

Inside the Administrative Hall, the registrar, a Golden Core Administrator, upon seeing Wang Ping and sensing his profound, uniquely chaotic Nascent Soul pressure, was first startled, then his expression turned extremely respectful, even tinged with excitement and admiration.

"Wang… Martial Uncle Wang, congratulations on condensing your Nascent Soul!" The administrator hastily corrected himself, following the cultivation world's rule that the accomplished come first—Wang Ping is now a Nascent Soul cultivator, so his seniority automatically rises.

"Thank you for your trouble." Wang Ping nodded calmly and handed over his old identity token.

The process of updating the token was swift. The new token, neither gold nor jade, felt warm and substantial in the hand; its obverse bore the insignia of the Ninth Dao Institute, its reverse engraved with the two characters "Wang Ping".

Below also bore a small "Yuan" mark, signifying his Nascent Soul cultivator status. The token's internal information was fully updated, recording his latest cultivation level, contribution points (earned from clearing the Heaven-Reaching Tower and bringing honor to the Dao Institute, gaining vast rewards), and several new privileges.

When Wang Ping stepped out of the Administrative Hall holding his new token, a crowd of Dao Institute disciples had unknowingly gathered outside. They gazed at him from afar, their eyes filled with curiosity, reverence, admiration, and even a hint of disbelief.

"It really is Senior Brother Wang Ping… no, Martial Uncle Wang Ping!"

"What a powerful aura! It feels even more unfathomable than some veteran Nascent Soul martial uncles!"

"They say he condensed the legendary Chaos Five Elements Nascent Soul? I wonder how strong it is…"

"Nonsense—anyone who could draw down such a heavenly tribulation couldn't be ordinary! Our Ninth Dao Institute is truly about to produce a world‑shaking figure!"

Although the discussion was low‑voiced, it could not conceal the excitement. Wang Ping's record in the Heaven-Reaching Tower had already made him a legend in the hearts of countless Dao Institute disciples; now, having successfully condensed a never‑before‑seen Chaos Nascent Soul, that admiration was pushed to its peak.

Wang Ping gave the crowd a slight nod, said nothing more, and with a flick of his form vanished—he was not accustomed to being the center of attention.

Yet, "the tree wishes to be still, but the wind will not cease."

Just as Wang Ping returned to his cave dwelling, preparing to tidy up before meeting Luo Qingyang and Qin Xue, the restriction outside his dwelling was suddenly triggered by a powerful divine sense, deliberately kept within the bounds of a "visit."

At the same time, a clear yet somewhat arrogant voice transmitted through the restriction:

"Five Elements Clan, Bai Xuan, Yan Jin, and Han Que hereby come to pay a visit to Fellow Daoist Wang Ping of the Ninth Dao Institute. Having heard that Fellow Daoist has condensed a Five Elements Nascent Soul and made great progress in his cultivation, we have come specially to 'discuss the Dao' and seek your guidance; we hope you will not withhold your instruction."

The voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly across much of the Dao Institute's outer precincts, evidently the visitors had no intention of keeping a low profile.

Five Elements Clan! A Dao debate challenge!

What was bound to come has finally come—and they arrived in a trio, all renowned heavenly talents of the radical youth faction of the Five Elements Clan, Yan Jin among them having previously clashed with Wang Ping outside the Heaven-Reaching Tower.

A flicker of cold light passed through Wang Ping's eyes. His master was right—some troubles require a thunderous hand to suppress.

He straightened his robes and slowly stepped out of the cave dwelling.

Outside the cave dwelling, in mid‑air three figures stood side by side, their aura unleashed without reserve—all were early Nascent Soul cultivators!

On the left stood one person, posture tall and straight like a spear, face stern, wearing a spotless white robe, his whole body emanating an unmatched sharp metal qi, as if he himself were a peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath—the heavenly pride of the Metal lineage, Bai Xuan.

On the right stood one person, his crimson hair like fire, his brows and eyes radiating unhidden ferocity and fervor—an old acquaintance, Yan Jin of the Fire Lineage. At this moment his gaze toward Wang Ping was filled with unfathomable hatred and jealousy, plus a hint of eager challenge.

The person in the middle was not tall but rather stocky, with a simple, honest face, wearing a yellowish‑brown hemp robe like a mountain farmer. Yet standing there he gave an impression as heavy, steady, and immovable as the earth itself—the strongest of the three Five Elements Clan members present, Han Que of the Earth Lineage, the 'Son of the Earth'!

The three appeared, their Nascent Soul pressure merging into a wall; though not deliberately aimed at the ordinary disciples below, that invisible aura still made the watching Dao Institute disciples far away feel their breathing constrict and their faces change slightly.

'Heaven‑chosen ones of the Five Elements Clan! Three Nascent Soul cultivators!'

'Sure enough they came! As soon as Master Uncle Wang left seclusion, they showed up at the door!'

'Is this a succession of duels or a joint attack? Too much!'

'Master Uncle Wang has just entered the Nascent Soul realm—can he handle it?'

Worry and indignation spread among the disciples.

Wang Ping rose into the air and faced the three from a distance. His expression was calm, his gaze sweeping over them, lingering slightly on Yan Jin, and he said lightly, 'Esteemed Dao friends, you have come far—is this so‑called "discussing the Dao" merely blocking the gate to challenge us?'

Han Que stepped forward one step, clasped his fists and said: 'Wang Ping Daoist, please don't take offense. Exchanging notes on the Dao is a common practice among us cultivators. Daoist friend, you bear the Five Elements inheritance and have condensed a supreme Nascent Soul; among our kin, those who share the Dao long for this, so we have come specially to seek advice, to verify the Five Elements Great Dao, with absolutely no ill intent.' His tone was sincere, his honest face bearing a smile, yet the words 'bearing the Five Elements inheritance' and 'verifying the Five Elements Great Dao' subtly placed Wang Ping in the position of 'being challenged' and 'needing verification'.

Bai Xian stepped forward, his voice cold as metal: 'I have long heard that Daoist Wang's Five Elements Divine Light is profound; I am Bai Xian, having some insight into the Metal Path, and I wish to be the first to ask for advice.' His gaze was like a sword, locked on Wang Ping, his fighting spirit rising.

Yan Jin could wait no longer, sneering: 'Wang Ping! The humiliation outside the Heaven‑Reaching Tower—I will certainly take it back today! Let me see just how remarkable your so‑called chaotic Five Elements Nascent Soul really is!' Flames rose around him, the air distorting; obviously his cultivation had advanced considerably since our last meeting, his Nascent Soul now solidified.

Facing the three, whether their challenges were subtle or direct, Wang Ping suddenly smiled.

That smile was faint, yet it carried an air of detached confidence, as if looking down on children at play.

'If we are to discuss the Dao, why come one by one?' Wang Ping's gaze swept over the three, his tone plain yet shocking: 'Since you all excel in Metal, Fire, and Earth, why not… come all at once.'

'This also lets me see how profound your Five Elements Dao really is, and whether you are qualified to discuss the Dao with me.'

Silence!

A deathly stillness!

The watching disciples far away were stunned, thinking they had misheard.

Bai Xian, Yan Jin, and Han Que's faces changed abruptly!

Arrogance! Utter arrogance!

The three of them are the outstanding youths of the Five Elements Clan, bearing orthodox inheritance, with solid foundations and top‑tier battle power among their peers; even united, they could contend with a mid‑Nascent Soul cultivator. Wang Ping has only just entered the early Nascent Soul stage, yet he dares to spout such arrogance, demanding they all come at once?

'Wang Ping! You are too arrogant!' Yan Jin exploded first, his crimson hair flying wildly, 'Dealing with you needs no three of us—I alone am enough!'

Han Que's honest smile faded, his brows slightly furrowed: 'Daoist Wang, this is no joke. In exchanging notes on the Dao, sincerity is what matters.'

Bai Xian's gaze grew colder, killing intent flickering: 'It seems Daoist Wang's confidence in his own strength has gone too far.'

Wang Ping said no more, merely stepping forward lightly.

With that step, wind and clouds shifted abruptly!

There was no earth‑shaking aura eruption, no dazzling radiant splendor.

Wang Ping simply stepped forward lightly, standing suspended in the air.

Yet the instant his foot landed, the heaven and earth within a hundred‑zhang radius seemed to suddenly come alive, and yet also to freeze.

The five‑element spiritual qi that had flowed freely in the air, as if hearing a sovereign's command, all stalled at once, then began to slowly circulate and converge along a mysterious, unfathomable trajectory. Gold, green, blue, red, and yellow specks of light sprang into existence from nowhere, like stars in the night sky, thick and countless, bathing the space in strange, variegated illumination.

An indescribable 'influence' silently permeated.

This was not mere forceful pressure, but a higher‑level 'control' and 'sovereignty' emanating from the very source of the Five Elements Great Dao!

Under the sway of this influence, Bai Xian, Yan Jin, and Han Que horrifiedly discovered that their connection to the external five‑element qi had become extremely sluggish and obstructed, as if the surrounding five‑element laws were subtly rejecting them while drawing toward Wang Ping in worship and convergence.

Especially Bai Xian, who cultivates Metal and is most sensitive to metallic spiritual qi, now felt as if trapped in an invisible mire; the once‑sharp metal qi that obeyed his will like an arm and finger had become enormously heavy, difficult to mobilize, and its power greatly diminished.

'This is… a nascent domain?! Impossible—he's only just entered the Nascent Soul realm!' Han Que exclaimed in disbelief, his honest face showing for the first time utter shock.

He, most attuned to earthly qi, clearly felt the pulse of the ground beneath his feet being subtly stirred and controlled by Wang Ping—this was no mere spell effect, but an encroachment upon the realm of 'law domain'.

Yan Jin's face turned ashen; the flames around him flickered uncontrollably and dimmed, like a candle in the wind about to gutter out. This was not suppression by Water, but a more essential restraint—it seemed the fire he commanded, in Wang Ping's presence, was inherently inferior, daring not to blaze.

'The Five Elements Chaotic Domain, even though not fully unfolded, merely stirred by intent, already produces such effect…' Wang Ping understood clearly, pleased with his newly acquired ability. He hesitated no longer; if he was to establish his might, he would do so swiftly and cleanly.

'If so, let the three Dao friends witness what… Five Elements Divine Light is.'

As his words fell, Wang Ping raised his right hand, five fingers pointing toward the three ahead, and gave a light flick.

The motion was casual, like brushing dust off a table.

However——

Boom——

Red, yellow, green, white, blue! Five streams of light condensed to the extreme, as if formed from the purest five‑element source, surged forth from Wang Ping's palm!

No longer scattered colors; the instant they left his body they intertwined and fused into a column of chaotic light about a zhang in diameter, its interior five colors endlessly turning, emitting terrifying fluctuations capable of destroying heaven and earth.

This light column was not a straight thrust but like a living divine serpent, winding and agile yet swift as lightning, instantly spanning dozens of zhang to envelop Bai Xian, Yan Jin, and Han Que entirely within its attack range.

Even before the column arrived, the terrifying Dao resonance that governed the five elements, overturned yin and yang, and returned to chaos had already descended! The three felt their Nascent Souls tremble, their internal five‑element spiritual power on the verge of losing control and running wild, and their souls pierced by waves of tearing pain.

'Joint resistance!' Han Que roared, no longer daring to be careless.

He slammed both hands into the void, his earth‑line Nascent Soul frenziedly driven, torrents of earth‑yellow spiritual power surging out and instantly condensing before the three into a massive shield several feet thick, its surface etched with phantom images of mountains and rivers—the 'Nine Peaks Demon‑Suppressing Shield'!

This is his strongest defensive divine ability; with this shield he once withstood a full‑force blow from a mid‑Nascent Soul cultivator without breaking.

'Metal Edge World‑Shattering Slash!' Bai Xian's face turned extremely grim; he bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto his natal flying sword. The silver‑white, icy longsword hummed and trembled, bursting forth a piercing gold‑white sword aura, solid as substance, ten zhang long, bearing the ultimate sharpness that can cleave the void and leave nothing uncut, it ruthlessly slashed at the flank of the incoming chaotic light column, attempting to break the surface with a point to weaken its power.

'Five Flames Heaven‑Burning Wheel!' Yan Jin's eyes turned blood‑red, unleashing every sealed‑away divine ability he had. Five‑colored flames spewed from his seven orifices, spinning rapidly above his head into a flaming wheel over three zhang in diameter, burning madly as if it could melt the void; the wheel howled, carrying the scorching heat that could burn the eight wildernesses, and slammed head‑on into the chaotic light column.

The three reacted swiftly, their coordination flawless—one defending, one attacking, one entangling—each exerting their full power without reserve. The combined strike of three early‑Nascent Soul heaven‑chosen ones was so mighty that even an ordinary mid‑Nascent Soul cultivator would pale and retreat.

Yet, at the instant they touched Wang Ping's chaotic‑colored Five Elements Divine Light column——

a scene that shattered mind and spirit occurred!

Han Que's vaunted 'Nine Peaks Demon‑Suppressing Shield,' said to be able to seal mountains and ridges, was as fragile as paper before the chaotic light column!

The light column brushed it lightly; the phantom mountains and rivers on the shield's surface instantly collapsed and dissolved, the heavy earth‑yellow spiritual light melting away like snow in sunlight!

In the blink of an eye the seemingly indestructible massive shield shattered inch by inch, turning into the most primal earth‑line qi, completely devoured by the chaotic light column; Han Que reeled as if struck hard, vomiting blood, stumbling backward, his face full of horror and disbelief.

Bai Xian's 'Metal Edge World‑Shattering Slash,' honed to the extreme and capable of cleaving ordinary magical treasures, struck the flank of the light column yet failed to raise even a ripple!

That unstoppable sharp sword aura seemed to slash into a boundless, all‑encompassing chaotic ocean; all sharpness and killing intent were silently 'transformed' and absorbed.

Bai Xuan let out a muffled groan; his natal flying sword uttered a mournful cry, its spiritual light dimmed and flew back, his right arm gripping the sword shuddered violently, the tiger's mouth split open, blood flowing.

Yan Jin's 'Five Flames Burning Heaven Wheel' was no match! The violent, fierce five‑colored flames, upon touching the chaotic light pillar, instantly became as obedient as subjects seeing their king; the flames' ferocity turned docile, even… turning against their own!

Part of the flames were easily assimilated and absorbed by the chaotic light pillar; the remaining flames scattered chaotically, instead backlashing onto Yan Jin himself!

Yan Jin, shocked and angry, hastily withdrew his divine ability, yet was still scorched by the backlashing flames, his beard and hair singed black, looking miserable.

Crushing the withered and breaking the rotten! True crushing of the withered and rotten!

The combined full‑force defense and counterattack of the three Five Elements Clan Nascent Soul heaven's pride, before Wang Ping's seemingly casual flick of a 'Five Elements Divine Light', were as fragile as clay tiles and rotting wood, unable to withstand a single blow!

The chaotic light pillar shattered all obstacles, its residual might undiminished, about to completely engulf the three!

At that critical moment, Wang Ping's heart stirred slightly; the unstoppable chaotic light pillar, when only three chi from the three's faces, suddenly halted and dissipated.

Not because his power was insufficient, but because he deliberately controlled it.

Though the pillar dispersed, the awe‑inspiring dao rhythm that crushes everything and governs the Five Elements still lingered in the air, leaving Bai Xuan, Yan Jin, and Han Que as pale as paper, stiff all over, cold sweat soaking their clothes, as if they had just walked from the gates of hell. Their gazes at Wang Ping were filled with indescribable fear and bewilderment.

Defeated! Defeated so thoroughly! So… absurd!

The three joined forces, yet couldn't even block a casual strike from the opponent? Even though the opponent clearly hadn't gone all out, still pulling back at the last moment?

This is not a contest of the same level at all! It's like a grown man toying with a three‑year‑old child!

The Ninth Dao Institute disciples watching from afar had long been dumbstruck, silent as crows. They knew Wang Ping was strong, but never imagined he could reach such an unfathomable degree! Those are the Five Elements Clan's Nascent Soul heaven's pride, not stray cats and dogs by the roadside!

Wang Ping stood aloft, his blue robe fluttering, his expression still calm, as if he had merely done a trifling thing. His gaze swept over the three, still shaken, and he spoke softly, his voice clear and carrying in all directions:

"The Way of the Five Elements is vast and profound, ancient and enduring. Transmission lies not in bloodline, but in comprehension, in perseverance, and in whether it points directly to the source of the Great Way."

"What you cultivate is indeed the orthodox branch of the Five Elements, yet you cling to form, fixate on attribute distinctions, and have not grasped the true meaning of mutual generation and control, endless circulation, and even reversal to the origin."

"Today's discussion of the Way is not to contend for victory, but to clarify principle. I hope the three of you will return and tell your clans: the orthodox Five Elements is not a private possession of any one clan. The Great Way lies ahead; those with affinity obtain it, those with virtue dwell in it. If your hearts turn toward the Great Way, you may naturally communicate and verify; if your hearts harbor deceit, plotting wrongdoing…"

Wang Ping paused, his eyes suddenly turning cold; a killing intent as substantial as a physical substance swept over the three.

"... that strike just now will not cease."

Bai Xuan, Yan Jin, and Han Que shuddered all over, as if plunged into an ice cellar. They had no doubt that, if Wang Ping truly harbored killing intent, they would have been annihilated in body and spirit just moments ago.

What pride, what unwillingness, what scheming— in the face of absolute strength disparity and the threat of death, all appeared laughable and pallid.

Han Que was the first to react; he drew a deep breath, suppressed the surging qi and blood and the tumultuous waves in his heart, bowed deeply to Wang Ping, and said hoarsely:

"Wang Fellow Daoist… Wang Senior, your divine powers are unparalleled, your insight into the Great Way of the Five Elements far exceeds our imagination. Today's discussion of the Way was us viewing the sky from a well, overestimating ourselves. Senior's teachings are pearls of wisdom; I, Han Que, have been instructed." He even changed his address, from 'Fellow Daoist' to 'Senior', heartfelt and convinced.

Bai Xuan's expression shifted, and finally he lowered his proud head, clasping his fists and saying, 'I have received your instruction.' Brief, yet signifying complete submission.

Yan Jin's face was the worst, a mix of blue and red, but upon meeting Wang Ping's calm yet deep as an abyss gaze, all his resentment and grudge turned into deep helplessness and fear. His lips moved a few times, but he dared not utter harsh words, and likewise lowered his head.

"Please, three Fellow Daoists, return and convey my greetings to your clan." Wang Ping waved his hand, his tone returning to plain, as if merely seeing off three ordinary visitors.

Bai Xuan, Yan Jin, and Han Que dared not linger; they again bowed, then turned and fled as three streaks of light, embarrassed, vanishing into the horizon in an instant.

Only after the three's figures had completely vanished did the Ninth Dao Institute disciples watching from afar suddenly erupt in thunderous cheers and shouts!

"Wang Junior Uncle, mighty!"

"Five Elements Divine Light, invincible under heaven!"

"Did you see? This is our Ninth Dao Institute's peerless heaven's pride! What Five Elements Clan geniuses? Clay tiles and rotting wood!"

The sound wave surged like a tide, straight up to the clouds.

Wang Ping nodded slightly to the excited disciples below, then his form flickered and he vanished on the spot, returning to his cave dwelling.

He knew that today's affair would soon spread throughout the Dao Institute, throughout all forces related to the Ninth Dao Institute, and ultimately sweep across the younger generation of the Spirit Realm like a storm.

The first probe by the radical faction of the Five Elements Clan was crushed by him with absolute dominance. The 'orthodox Five Elements' contention, at least among the younger generation, he has answered with the strongest possible force.

But this is merely the beginning.

Inside the cave dwelling, Wang Ping sat quietly, regulating his breath. That strike seemed easy, but it also consumed considerable energy, especially the mental burden of invoking the 'Five Elements Chaos Domain' conception, which weighed heavily on his mind. He needed to recover quickly.

At the same time, he was also waiting.

After the Five Elements Clan, who will be the next to come knocking?

He had a premonition that greater storms were approaching, and that his reputation and status would be firmly established through these successive 'discussions of the Way' and challenges.

"The title 'Five Elements Dao Son' will, from today onward, spread without legs."

And the pattern of the younger generation of the Spirit Realm will likewise be reshuffled because of this.

Wang Ping's mouth curled into a faint, confident arc.