Chapter 2079: Who Is the Elder Here?

After eating, ten disciples gathered to chat, hearing that one disciple claimed he traded an ancient fairy artifact for a sword discussion slot.

They all wore strange looks, as if his elder brother had lost his wits.

The speaking disciple also looked relieved, glad he hadn't been muddle‑headed back then, otherwise he wouldn't even get a turn at this meal.

Family knows family matters; his elder brother's strength is surely superior, so this choice was wise.

Within the Dao One Immortal Sect, a disciple wept silently, gazing at the fairy artifact before him, also filled with regret.

How could he have agreed back then? With his ability, that sword discussion slot was surely his.

"One misstep and it's a regret for eternity."

He let out a long sigh to the heavens, tears glimmering at the corners of his eyes—alas, time will not flow backward.

Aboard the immortal ship, everyone's days practically surpassed those of gods; having no one snatch meals was truly blissful.

Amid such enjoyment, the immortal ship unknowingly arrived at the Immortal Sword Sect.

A towering peak pierced the clouds, sheer and steep, as if cleaved by a sword.

Upon those sheer cliffs, numerous houses lay scattered in a criss‑cross pattern.

The Immortal Sword Sect's mountain gate indeed has character; just its location already conveys a sharpness akin to that of a sword cultivator.

Having contacted them beforehand, the immortal ship entered the Immortal Sword Sect without hindrance.

Under the escort of Immortal Sword Sect disciples ahead and behind, the Dao One Immortal Sect's immortal ship finally settled slowly atop the sect's mountain peak.

As Ye Zhangqing's party disembarked from the immortal ship, an old man in white‑cloud robes stepped forward to greet them, smiling.

"I am the Grand Elder of the Immortal Sword Sect, Zhao Baiyun—welcome, fellow Daoists of the Dao One Immortal Sect... uh... senior?"

But mid‑sentence, Zhao Baiyun spotted two venerables in the crowd.

He knew them; they were the patriarchs of the two great immortal clans in the Immortal Realm, whose strength and seniority surpassed his, on par with his own ancestor.

His eyes widened in shock, yet Zhao Baiyun hurried forward to pay his respects.

The two venerables waved a hand indifferently and said,

"Today we won't stand on ceremony as seniors; we are now venerables of the Dao One Immortal Sect, and we've come in that capacity."

Hearing this, Zhao Baiyun's heart roiled—those two seniors were actually venerables of the Dao One Immortal Sect; this sect...

Given the two seniors' strength, if they were willing to serve as venerables, the Immortal Sword Sect would spare no expense.

Unfortunately, they had no interest in the Immortal Sword Sect at all.

Yet for some unknown reason, they went to the Dao One Immortal Sect instead.

His feelings were a tangled mess of envy; the Dao One Immortal Sect must have stumbled onto some damn good luck.

Though he felt that way, he dared not show it on his face.

Since the two seniors had spoken thus, Zhao Baiyun turned to the Dao One Immortal Sect crowd and smiled.

But as his gaze swept over them, just as he was about to speak, he froze the next second.

His strange gaze swept over the crowd, back and forth several times, his expression growing ever more odd.

How could he not understand?

After a moment, Zhao Baiyun asked with a complex, faint tone.

"May I ask which of you is an elder of the Dao One Immortal Sect?"

Judging by appearance, Wu Shou should be an elder, yet he only has Ancestor Realm cultivation while the other youths all possess Immortal Realm.

Surely a sect elder's cultivation must exceed that of a disciple—common sense, right?

Thus, for a moment Zhao Baiyun felt dazed, unable to tell who was elder and who was disciple.

Upon hearing that, Wu Shou strode out with a dark face and replied,

"I am the Grand Elder of the Dao One Immortal Sect, Wu Shou."

Seeing this, Zhao Baiyun's expression grew ever stranger as he muttered to himself,

"You're an elder?"

"Yes, I am the elder—any problem?"

Wu Shou's face darkened further; gazing at that black‑as‑pot‑bottom old visage, Zhao Baiyun finally snapped back, repeatedly apologizing,

"Please calm down, please calm down—I was blind, failed to recognize you; nice to meet you, Brother Wu."

"Elder Zhao, you flatter me."

Wu Shou responded indifferently.

Although no rule states that an elder's cultivation must surpass a disciple's within a sect,

yet you're an elder, and your cultivation still falls short of your own sect's disciples—doesn't that bother you?

Anyway, Zhao Baiyun has lived these years, cultivating all the way to Immortal King Realm, and has never seen such a thing.

The sect's elders are Ancestor Realm, while its disciples are uniformly Immortal Realm—what a combination.

But out of respect for the two venerables' dignity, Zhao Baiyun naturally dared not voice those thoughts.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Baiyun said there would be a banquet tomorrow, welcoming everyone; for today they should rest, as the lodgings have been readied.

Wu Shou walked beside him, nodding in reply.

Ye Zhangqing followed silently in the crowd, though the two venerables kept pace with him, clearly wanting to stay by his side.

Seeing Wu Shou's grim face, Ye Zhangqing smiled helplessly.

Having been misunderstood, though unsurprising—it was something he'd anticipated all along.

As for the ten disciples who'd joined the sword discussion, as they walked they met Immortal Sword Sect disciples, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit, utterly undisguised.

Such keen fighting spirit was naturally sensed by the Immortal Sword Sect disciples.

Each wore a doubtful look, full of questions.

"Which sect's disciples are these?"

It seems to be the Dao One Immortal Sect; this time the Sect Master personally invited them to participate in the Three-Sect Sword Discussion.

Three-Sect Sword Discussion? Now it's already the Four-Sect Sword Discussion.

They are the Dao One Immortal Sect, right? We have no grudge against them, do we?

No grudge, what's wrong?

You see for yourself, it feels like they're about to come up and fight to the death.

Huh???

The ten disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect really have the posture of fighting to the death, mainly because they've been eating too well along the way.

Now that they have arrived at the Sword Immortal Sect, the Four-Sect Sword Discussion is about to begin, and the ten of them can hardly contain their excitement.

They've been eating so well, they must get a ranking, otherwise wouldn't it show they're useless, good-for-nothing?

If such a great fortune comes again in the future, will they even get a chance?

Therefore, this battle must be won.

Seeing these Sword Immortal Sect disciples, the ten couldn't help but feel itchy hands; their longswords and broadswords seemed about to be drawn.

Under that icy gaze, the Sword Immortal Sect disciples left in a daze.

These Dao One Immortal Sect disciples are sick, acting like they have a deep hatred, even though the two sects have no grudge.

Under Zhao Baiyun's leadership, the group arrived at the specially prepared Dong Fu; after exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhao Baiyun left.

And Ye Zhangqing glanced at the time, then casually laughed.

"It's almost dinner time; I'll go cook first."

Upon hearing that, everyone's eyes lit up; the ten disciples eagerly said.

"Elder Ye Zhangqing, we'll help you; just leave the chores to us."