Chapter 339: The Holy Land of Zhengyi, How Domineering They Are! (3/4, Please Subscribe!)

On Spirit Peak.

Many members of the Meng family waited here.

Although their cultivation base was merely average, the disciples passing by showed no hint of disdain.

Instead, they were very respectful.

The reason was nothing else.

Who could ignore that these were the clansmen of the Young Sect Master?

They must not be neglected.

"I never thought I would one day stand here."

One Meng family member said excitedly, standing by the railing and gazing into the distance where the sea of clouds churned and the scenery was magnificent.

"Yes, do you think we have a chance to enter the Xuan Sect to cultivate?!"

Someone said with full expectation.

"Give it up, look at your own aptitude; don't come in and cause trouble for the Young Master, ending up in the Outer Sect for a lifetime wouldn't that be shameful?"

Someone immediately refuted.

"That's true."

That person nodded regretfully.

The entire Meng family, in fact, had only the Young Master who was exceptionally outstanding; they were all ordinary.

The clan elders heard this.

Their eyes showed a look of contemplation.

Actually, they held this thought as well.

After all, cultivating in the Xuan Sect would certainly be more promising than within the family.

But the Young Master had just become the Young Sect Master.

To use private power to insert people into the sect seemed inappropriate.

Better to forget it.

Besides, the aptitude of their own clansmen was indeed lacking.

Perhaps waiting for the next generation would yield good seedlings.

Gu Hongyu also stood by the railing not far away; she wore a wide-brimmed hat, and the gaze beneath the brim was somewhat dazed.

To speak of it, it truly felt like a dream.

At first, she really never thought Meng Zhangqing would reach this point, the Young Sect Master of a dignified Rank One sect.

Most crucially was the strength Meng Zhangqing possessed.

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057 Only twenty years old, yet he had comprehended the legendary Supreme Sword Intent.

"I remember back then, Senior Sister, you were ruined even more thoroughly than I, so Meng Zhangqing inherited nothing from you, yet why..."

Gu Hongyu found it somewhat hard to understand.

She could only say it was Meng Zhangqing's personal opportunity gained.

In the Cultivation World, luck, though invisible in the mist, was incredibly important.

Many supreme strongmen who rose from obscurity were exactly like this.

"Young Master!"

Suddenly, the clan members' delighted voices rang out, pulling her thoughts back.

Gu Hongyu turned around.

She saw not far away, a tall figure walking slowly, every step stepping into the sunlight.

He looked bright and sacred.

"Young Master."

Voices rose and fell; all the clansmen, including the elders, bowed deeply.

"No need for such ceremony, especially the elders."

Meng Zhangqing smiled slightly.

He used both hands to help up the elder at the very front.

This was his third grandfather, the person with the highest seniority in the Meng family now.

"Thank you, Young Master."

The third grandfather patted the back of Meng Zhangqing's hand, his eyes full of gratification, even with a few teardrops; "If the ancestors knew this from the netherworld, they would surely be extremely happy."

"Then during festivals and holidays, I hope Third Grandfather will burn a stick of incense for me; it is inconvenient for me to do so while cultivating outside."

Meng Zhangqing said with a smile.

"I surely will, I surely will."

The third grandfather nodded hurriedly.

Although his seniority was high, he dared not show even a trace of it before Meng Zhangqing.

After all, the Young Master was no longer what he once was; not only was he a dignified Creation Realm expert, but also the Young Sect Master of the Xuan Sect.

With those words spoken.

Meng Zhangqing walked forward.

All the clansmen immediately parted to make a path.

They knew who the Young Master was going to find.

That was the Guild Master.

With a single glance from the Third Grandfather, all clan members stepped back.

Leaving space.

"Little Aunt."

Coming to the railing, Meng Zhangqing said softly.

He was tall and slender.

Standing before him, Gu Hongyu could only reach his chin.

The thick masculine aura rushed at her, also sobering Gu Hongyu up.

"You brat, you've really improved a lot."

Habitually, Gu Hongyu raised her hand and punched Meng Zhangqing in the chest.

"All thanks to Little Aunt's cultivation; otherwise, how could I have my today."

Meng Zhangqing said with a smile.

"Count yourself lucky to have a conscience; in that case, this old lady won't have to worry about the rest of her life anymore, I'll just rely on you."

Gu Hongyu took off her bamboo hat.

Revealing her peerlessly beautiful face; the clear breeze blew, and her hair danced lightly.

The warm sunlight fell upon her profile.

Truly so beautiful it defied description.

Even Meng Zhangqing, who had seen it many times before, now felt a sense of awe in his heart.

"What's the matter, drunk on this old lady's beauty again?"

Gu Hongyu raised an eyebrow.

This familiar conversational style made Meng Zhangqing involuntarily recall his childhood.