Chapter 28: The Return of the Young Supreme and the Agreement on Dao Discussion with the Heaven-Mending Sect

"They are coming out, the final moment we have been waiting for has finally arrived."

On the Xuanmen Guangchang, tens of thousands of red beams of light shot into the sky, appearing all at once.

This drew the elders of various clans to crane their necks and widen their eyes.

At this moment, they were exceptionally excited, for they believed that if their own disciples could hold out until the end, they would surely have gained quite a lot.

The red light dissipated, and the people who had been teleported out were revealed.

Upon discovering their own disciples, the elders of various clans rushed forward, and suddenly, a clamor of praise erupted.

Likewise, where there is joy, there is sorrow!

There were some who could not find their own disciples no matter how they looked, and their originally excited and agitated moods instantly plummeted to the bottom.

Their failure to appear meant they had remained in the secret realm forever and had already fallen.

"They were all the elite seedlings of the clan! How can we answer to the clan when we return!"

For a time, the square was filled with a mix of grief and joy.

Mengchen was in the midst of it all and felt it deeply! On the chief platform, Zhangliu had risen long ago, his thick brows tightly furrowed, his large eyes gazing with intense longing.

Fortunately, Mengchen's attire was eye-catching and easy to spot; he soon saw Mengchen in the crowd, and his suspended heart finally settled, allowing him to sit back down in peace.

Mengchen walked out from the crowd and went straight to sit beside Zhangliu, not offering a single word of greeting; Mengchen still remembered the grudge of being beaten up by him earlier.

Zhangliu was much the same and did not ask any questions either.

As long as Mengchen could come out safely and be brought back to the sect unscathed, that was the best result for him.

As for what opportunities or fortunes he had obtained, he did not care.

At a certain moment, the seated Xuanmen Sect Leader, Feng Shenzi, stood up, scanned every corner of the square, and said, "Fellow Daoists! The Xuanyu Genius Tournament we have long awaited has finally reached its final moment."

"Unfortunately, some disciples have remained inside forever; for this, I feel deep regret. I hope all fellow Daoists will mourn in moderation."

After saying this, Feng Shenzi became spirited, raised his arms, and shouted, "Now, our Xuanyu's number one young Supreme is at the forefront of the storm, and his image must have been deeply etched in your minds. Please, disciples of all clans, say it: who is he?"

After Feng Shenzi finished speaking, the gazes of the genius disciples from all clans turned toward Mengchen.

Most of them had witnessed Mengchen's performance in the secret realm with their own eyes and admitted they could not contend with him.

Beyond this, there was more of a sense of gratitude in their hearts, gratitude for his life-saving grace.

If not for him, many of them would have lost their lives at the hands of that Reincarnation Disk.

If not for him, it would have been even more impossible to have the chance to enter that fierce beast's lair; although they were startled and retreated in the fierce nest, this did not affect his position in their hearts.

One person challenging all the disciples of the Unaging Mountain alone—besides him, who could do this? At this moment, they wanted to shout his name, but they did not know Mengchen's name, so they could only define him with their gazes.

Feng Shenzi and the other clan elders followed the gazes of all the disciples and saw Mengchen.

"So it is young friend Mengchen!" Feng Shenzi smiled with realization.

Before the secret realm began, the Divine Flame Sect, the Unaging Mountain, and other great sects had introduced their respective disciples to each other, so he had learned Mengchen's name at that time.

"Mengchen, so his name is Mengchen!"

At this moment, everyone on the square below remembered this name.

"Worthy of the Western Sect, congratulations, fellow practitioner!" Feng Shenzi smiled lightly and congratulated Zhangliu.

Zhangliu responded politely, "Not at all, not at all, it is just the kindness of these juniors."

Immediately after, the elders of various clans offered their congratulations, and all at once, besides Mengchen, Zhangliu became the focus of the place.

In the end, he turned his head to look at Mengchen, his face full of smiles.

The little traitor has actually brought glory to my sect this time.

Many people had already begun to leave, and finally, Zhangliu prepared to leave with Mengchen.

Zhangliu bid a polite farewell to Feng Shenzi.

Mengchen looked around, wanting to say goodbye to Xiyao before leaving, but he did not see her, so he had to give up.

But just as he was about to leave, a cold, bone-piercing gaze was fixed upon him. It was Wudao, the disciple of the Divine Flame Sect, whose strength was no weaker than his own.

Mengchen knew that if not for the Vajra Pestle, he would surely have become a ghost under his Reincarnation Disk.

He was a dangerous opponent! Setting aside their respective external aids, his strength was likely no weaker than his own.

After Mengchen stared back at him for a moment, at Zhangliu's call, they left the territory of Xuanmen and hurried toward the Western Sect.

Just as they were passing through a mountain forest, Mengchen spoke in a low voice via sound transmission.

"Gangzi, help me beat him up hard, and then we'll fly far away!"

The Vajra Pestle responded: "Why should I beat him up? Do you not want to go back?"

Mengchen explained: "Now that I am a successor of your Ancient Monk Lineage, he beat me up before; shouldn't you help me get it back? I truly do not want to go back; I want to wander the world, find a Dao companion, and experience the joys and sorrows of the human world."

"Oh! I think I understand; you're probably using beating him up as an excuse, and what you really want to do is betray the sect and escape!"

"You could say that!"

"Then I'm sorry, I cannot help you. Furthermore, your strength is weak right now, and having the backing of the Western Sect is not a bad thing. My existence cannot be fully exposed, lest it attract unnecessary attention. In the future, unless it is a life-or-death situation, I will not strike again."

"No way! You promised me you wouldn't stop me from finding a Dao companion; are you going back on your word?"

At this moment, Mengchen felt a sense of foreboding; he didn't know how many years the Western Sect would suppress him, and with the Vajra Pestle's unfathomable strength, he feared he would never see the light of day.

"I am not, of course I am not, but I will not help you escape the Western Sect. You must work hard to cultivate yourself! Once your strength is transcendent, naturally no one will be able to stop you."

The Vajra Pestle said indifferently; it had its own considerations. If Mengchen relied on it for everything, what achievements would he have in the future, and how would he contend with other races?

"Forget it! It seems I can't rely on you."

As things stood, since the Vajra Pestle was unwilling to help, he could only let it go.

Afterward, after a strenuous journey, they finally arrived at the territory of the Western Sect.

Because they did not use the Teleportation Array on the return trip, it took quite a lot of time.

When they stepped into the main hall, Jinchanzi and all the sect members had been waiting for a long time.

The news that Mengchen was publicly recognized as the number one young Supreme of Xuanyu had already been sent back in advance.

Therefore, Mengchen has now become a great hero for the Western Sect, winning endless glory for the sect.

This is the first time in a hundred years; previously, they had always missed out, with the honor always snatched away by major sects like the Undying Mountain.

"Our young Supreme, he has returned." Jinchanzi sat in the primary seat, and seeing Mengchen walking toward him, a brilliant smile immediately spread across his youthful face.

"Welcome back, young Supreme!" Following this, all the sect members shouted in unison, their momentum vast and stirring.

Amidst the massive shouting, Mengchen walked straight ahead and sat down on the ground beside Jinchanzi, immediately revealing a lazy posture.

"Lao Tuzi, long time no see! Did you miss me?"

Being called Lao Tuzi, Jinchanzi showed no anger; instead, he reached out and gently stroked Mengchen's forehead, saying affectionately, "Little bald thief, you've worked hard this time. Just take a good rest for a few days! Seven days from now, you will have to go on a trip with me."

"Go where?" Mengchen asked, puzzled.

Jinchanzi explained, "To Huangyu. Our sect has a Dao-discussing appointment with the Butian Sect. I'm taking you to see the world!"

"Nowadays, the younger generation of the Butian Sect is full of talent. Besides their Saintess, there is a youth with heavy pupils whose strength is astonishing. Additionally, there is a youth who calls himself Little Bear; he is likely within the Butian Sect as well, and I hear he has also opened up ten Cave Heavens."

"How about it? Do you dare to go and meet these heaven-gifted geniuses?"

"Alright, Lao Tuzi, stop using that old, worn-out reverse psychology on me. I'll go with you in seven days."

Mengchen would never pass up any opportunity to leave the Western Sect; even if the chance of successfully escaping during the trip was slim, he still had to go and give it a try.

After speaking, Mengchen stood up, brushed off his backside, and left the main hall.

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