Chapter 80: The Nine-Tailed Old Fox Dares to Suppress the Dragon! (3K, First Update)

The bell tolls.

For the disciples of the Divine Path Sect, this carries a meaning that outsiders cannot imagine.

It is a declaration of the self, a symbol of status, and, furthermore, a Supreme honor.

Whenever a disciple selects their Divine Path, it draws everyone's gaze.

Whether out of envy or anticipation, they are always waiting to witness the birth of another heaven-gifted prodigy.

At this moment, a disciple notices the direction from which the omen has descended.

On Tuling Peak, Niu Rixing, hanging upside down with his upper body bare, blinks his eyes, twists his body in anger, and shouts indignantly:

"Someone is a step faster than me again!?"

"And how is it Luoyue Peak again? This isn't fair! There must be some shady business going on here, surely... Ah!!!"

Crack!

"Shut up, stop making noise."

Teng Junwei swings his iron whip expressionlessly, lashing it fiercely against the noisy disciple's backside.

Clatter.

Swinging and twisting back and forth on the rope with a flushed face, Niu Rixing finally recalls his current predicament and wails:

"Peak Master! Peak Master!!! This disciple knows he was wrong! I won't dare do it again! Please don't whip me anymore—ah!!!"

"I told you to shut up!!!"

Casually picking up a rag to stuff into Niu Rixing's mouth, Teng Junwei frowns and looks toward the direction of Luoyue Peak.

"Mmph mmph mmph mmph! Mmph!" ("That's the towel I use to wipe my sweat! Ugh!")

Crack!!!

"Mmph—"

Struck once more, Niu Rixing finally gives up struggling, twisting back and forth in mid-air like a stepped-on insect, half-dead.

He doesn't want to be this embarrassing either, but there is no help for it; his backside is simply too painful to bear...

"So it really is Luoyue Peak..."

Although Teng Junwei finds his disciple noisy, he can actually understand this sentiment.

How is it Luoyue Peak again!?

Teng Junwei has no interest in abusing his own disciples.

He is using the traditional method of Tuling Peak to try and stimulate the totem on Niu Rixing's body, helping him select his own path as quickly as possible.

This method is very effective, but it is also very painful; few disciples have the courage to choose this method.

Niu Rixing had to muster a great deal of courage before approaching the Peak Master.

Yet Niu Rixing did not expect that even after trying so hard, he would still be a step behind others, and his heart is naturally filled with extreme resentment.

But what can resentment achieve?

The world is just like this; it will not change in the slightest because of his anger.

The sweat of hard work will not fail you; as long as you put in the effort, you will receive a reward and be able to feel your progress.

But talent will.

Many times, in the face of absolute talent, no matter how hard one tries, one can only narrow the gap with the other person but never catch up.

This sense of frustration, where no matter how one struggles, one cannot catch up to the other, will drive a person mad.

Teng Junwei himself knows this frustration well and has been crushed by it several times.

But so what?

Even if he was crushed, didn't he stand back up time and time again?

Among the disciples of Teng Junwei's generation, he was not the one with the most outstanding talent, but he was the one who walked the most firmly.

One step at a time, he slowly surpassed all his peers until he reached his current position as Peak Master.

So what if one walks fast?

Sitting the furthest is the true victory.

"All Human Realm disciples of Tuling Peak, listen to my order!"

Teng Junwei's calm voice spreads throughout the entire Tuling Peak, ringing in the disciples' ears:

"Stop everything you are doing, sit in meditation right where you are, and feel the changes between Heaven and Earth."

"This is your opportunity."

"No matter who the other person is, and no matter which main peak they come from, they are an example you can learn from."

"Remember this feeling, and then select your own path as soon as possible."

"My Tuling Peak disciples may not be the fastest, but they must be the steadiest; I believe you will not let me down."

Behind Teng Junwei, Niu Rixing blinks repeatedly, trying to use his eyes to signal the Peak Master to notice him.

I, I can't sit down!

Let me down, Peak Master!

But he dares not make a sound, fearing that Teng Junwei will give him a lash without even looking.

It hurts!

He has lost his nerve.

Niu Rixing's caution is correct; if he makes any noise, the current Teng Junwei would definitely strike immediately.

Having finished encouraging his disciples, Peak Master Teng now focuses all his attention on the celestial phenomenon of Luoyue Peak, thinking silently.

Zuo Yungui, Ren Yidao, Li Yun, plus Duan Xiaoling who broke through a while ago, and now this disciple whose identity is still unknown.

In just a few short months, so many disciples have selected the Divine Path, and the commotion caused by each one is not small...

The Divine Path Sect shall flourish!

"Will this year be the year of great flourishing for my Divine Path Sect?"

The cultivation method of the Divine Path Sect places great importance on destiny, and Teng Junwei is no exception; often, he believes in these mysterious and elusive feelings.

"If the Divine Path Sect is truly to flourish, then where does this source come from?"

Could it be Luoyue Peak?

During this period, Luoyue Peak has performed exceptionally brilliantly.

In such a short time, it has gained several disciples with excellent aptitude, and two proud talents have even appeared; the blessings of Luoyue Peak are absolutely profound.

"However, who is choosing the Divine Path this time? I have already seen those two newly initiated girls, and neither of them looks like someone who has already chosen their path."

One just entered the sect, one cannot even enter the sect; of the two little girls, neither looks the part.

But Luoyue Peak has only a handful of people, and the candidates are just those few.

"Could it be, yet again, Ren Yidao?"

"No, no, no, has he already chosen his path? This time it shouldn't be him..."

Frowning as he stared in that direction, a sliver of unrealistic expectation rose in Teng Junwei's heart.

What if?

If it really were him.

If there were a tenth chime beyond the nine chimes...

"If it really is him, then this will be the greatest opportunity for the Divine Path Sect in thousands of years!"

Boom—

For those few who are not yet accustomed to the customs of the Divine Path Sect, this bell toll sounds more like a funeral knell urging their deaths.

"!!!"

And outside the gate, Yang Wusheng, who was prostrate before the Golden Token, trembled violently.

He also heard the bell toll.

But unlike before, when he looked forward to completing the mission and receiving the reward from the Ran Family, his heart was now filled with panic.

"No, no, no, please let nothing happen to the Princess!"

Yang Wusheng felt killing intent.

If Li Lingling truly died, he would absolutely not survive!

The Thirteenth Prince in his rage would absolutely have him executed!

"No, Your Highness, you must survive!"

Li Yiyi inside the room was the same.

That bell toll struck heavily upon his heart!

"..."

His brows were locked tight, and he kept his eyes shut, not daring at all to use his bloodline perception to sense Li Lingling's state.

Is she well? Is she harmed?

He dared not sense it.

He did not want to accept the most tragic outcome.

Just as Li Yiyi was preparing to seal his five senses, his body shuddered violently.

Li Yiyi heard a hiss.

Roar—

Like the sound of metal and stone, clanging and ringing!

Majestic and ancient, yet frantic and angry!

It is a dragon's roar!!!

Li Yiyi's eyes snapped open, and he rushed straight outside.

Clang!

Stumbling as he ran out of the house, he hurriedly looked toward the direction of Luoyue Peak.

No, there was no need for him to search deliberately at all.

That terrifying celestial phenomenon had already entered his sight!

Night had descended upon the Divine Path Sect; on the pitch-black, starless night sky, there was only a bright moon hanging high.

Is the moon the omen of the Descent of the Gods?

No, the bright moon is not the protagonist of heaven and earth at this moment.

Beneath the full moon, a massive blood-colored figure is howling at the moon!

That is, a Ying Dragon!

Just by glancing at that Ying Dragon, Li Yiyi's palms began to tremble uncontrollably, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Li Lingling!"

He knew.

That is his sister...

Luoyue Peak.

Roar!!!

The Yinglong Phantom roared and bellowed, its body swelling in the wind and rapidly occupying most of the sky, the shadow it cast enveloping Luoyue Peak.

Unlike the traditional image of a Yinglong, this Yinglong Dao God had hideous blood-colored patterns on its sky-covering wings.

A tyrannical aura surged violently above, scattering the moonlight.

It glared at the bright moon overhead, seemingly wanting to charge into the sky and fight it to the death!

By all logic, although a Yinglong is ferocious, it should not be this insane.

The reason is simple: it is unwilling.

The descent of a Dao God should have been a joyous occasion of the highest order for it, but it never expected to fall to its current state.

It became a vessel for bearing a painful fate, and the Blood Star Fate flowed onto it.

The fate of great misfortune affected its already limited sanity, turning it into a machine that only knew how to kill.

It could sense the source that led to all of this, questioning the moon!

Why should it be the one to bear such a tragic fate?

It is a Dao God, but even more so, it is a projection of Li Lingling herself.

This questioning came from the Dao God, and it was also the interrogation of fate by Li Lingling's true spirit.

Why me!!?

It was furious.

It was insane.

Just as it was about to vent this pain in a rampage.

A white light descended from the moon, landing directly on top of its head.

【Behave, don't make a scene.】

That was a furry white paw.

It was a fox paw!

Yinglong:?

Everything happened too fast; the Yinglong Dao God didn't even have time to react before being directly swatted away with great force!

Boom!

The dragon head shook violently, and before it could figure out where the intense pain on its face came from, the second attack had already arrived.

Or rather, the second fox-paw slap.

The giant fox paw descending from the sky pressed down directly onto its head and face.

The Yinglong raised its wings to resist, but before it could counterattack, a faint bell chime reached its ears, and in the next second, all its power was sealed.

Frozen in the sky, it could only use its face to meet the opponent's attack!

Slap!

"Roar—"

Slapped onto the ground in the most humiliating way, the Yinglong roared in unwillingness, but it was of no use at all.

In front of a more overbearing existence, its ferocious might could not be vented at all and could only gradually merge back into its original body.

Within its gradually dissipating consciousness, it vaguely heard humming coming from the moon.

The owner of that fox paw seemed to be in an excellent mood, actually humming a ballad!

【... The two acolytes of the Purple Gold Gourd~】

That person sang an unknown ballad in the Yinglong's ear, joyfully enjoying its emotions.

【The nine-tailed old fox dares to suppress the dragon.】