Chapter 1148: Chapter 1148: He Is Neither the Saint Son Nor the Sacred Body
As for the actual situation?
Now, only a few of the higher-ups in the Ancient Abyss Sect and the Yizheng Sect know.
Additionally, the Yizheng Sect issued a mourning notice today.
Five Foundation Establishment Grand Deacons of the Yizheng Sect were killed by a demon while on a secret demon-slaying mission outside.
It is rumored that the demon suddenly broke through, catching them off guard, resulting in their untimely deaths.
Yizheng Sect is shrouded in gloom and silently mourns.
"Haha! Comparing you to a monster fits your image quite well."
Seated on the high platform, Ancestral Master Zongming looked at Yang Yan with great satisfaction and said with a smile.
Yet everyone below the stage saw the flash of killing intent in his eyes!
His disciple under Zongming dared to kill as well?!
"Master, your disciple almost got killed."
Yang Yan couldn’t help but smile bitterly below the stage.
This is the main hall of Ancient Abyss Sect, also the place where the high-level members of the sect usually discuss matters.
Standing beside him was Lin Zimu, with a dozen elders sitting on either side.
However, these elders, who usually have an otherworldly demeanor, now all showed thinly veiled anger.
Sect Leader Lin An sat beside the Ancestral Master, also on the high platform.
No matter his status, he is, after all, the current Sect Leader of Ancient Abyss Sect.
"Ancestral Master, just say the word, and I will lead people to attack Yizheng Sect!"
An elder with white hair and beard immediately stood up and said.
Although Yang Yan was not familiar with these elders, it did not mean that these elders did not recognize Yang Yan.
Now, who in the entire Ancient Abyss Sect does not know what Yang Yan means to the sect?
It is as if someone sees their hope with their own eyes, only to have a black hand suddenly appear to snuff out that hope.
Can you not be angry at this time?!
Of course, the answer is impossible.
But the reality is another matter.
"Sit down."
Zongming ordered him to sit down, and he had no choice but to reluctantly sit down.
Afterwards, Zongming looked at Yang Yan, opened his mouth, but said nothing, appearing hesitant to speak.
In contrast, Yang Yan smiled brightly, showing no concern for the matter of seeking revenge.
"Master, it doesn’t matter, I will keep this grudge to settle myself in the future!"
Even if the evidence is conclusive now and they can openly turn against Yizheng Sect, extreme caution is still necessary.
Not to mention whether Ancient Abyss Sect can defeat Yizheng Sect, even if the other eight sects do not help Yizheng Sect and allow Ancient Abyss Sect to defeat it, the sect will surely suffer great losses afterwards!
At that time, if Ancient Abyss Sect faces a formidable enemy, how will it resist?!
As the Sect Leader, Lin An came forward at the right moment, showing a look of bitterness, "Yang Yan, you fell into a trap outside, and I was powerless to help, it’s my failure."
"Sect Leader, it’s not your fault." Yang Yan immediately shook his head.
Lin An looked steadily at Yang Yan and suddenly said, "When the time is right, Ancient Abyss Sect will take the lead for you."
Upon hearing these words, several elders stood up, echoing with excitement.
"Young man, just wait until you grow up, remember, you are a Sacred Body!"
"Yes, you are the Saint Son of our Ancient Abyss Sect, once you reach Golden Core, then step into Nascent Soul, the world is vast, where can you not go?"
"The vast world should carry the name of Yang Yan!"
Although nominally Yang Yan’s status is higher than theirs, in terms of realm and age, Yang Yan is always a junior in their eyes.
Thus, these elders spoke without much reservation.
"He is not a Sacred Body! Not a Saint Son either!"
At this moment, an untimely voice suddenly came from outside the hall.
Everyone, including Yang Yan and Lin Zimu, looked towards the entrance.
There, a thin figure slowly emerged and finally walked into the hall.
Under everyone’s gaze, the person looked at Yang Yan, smiled, and said again: "He is not a Sacred Body."
All the elders looked at him with peculiar expressions.
"Elder Dugu..."
Yang Yan moved, somewhat excited, and walked up to him.
Looking at the face blurred in his memory.
Today, he finally sees it clearly.
The aura on this person, unmistakable!
Elder Dugu, at this moment, carried a broad sword on his back and looked at Yang Yan with a merry smile.
After Yang Yan addressed him, Elder Dugu kindly patted his shoulder.
Seemingly reminiscent of past events, he looked into Yang Yan’s eyes with a gentle expression and said:
"Child, would you like to be my disciple?"
The eyes of the elders on both sides almost fell to the ground.
Good old Dugu, not announcing your return is one thing, but now you want to take Yang Yan as your disciple as well?
But, what’s the deal with the shameless old guy, saying Yang Yan isn’t a Sacred Body just now?
Yang Yan smiled and cupped his fists, "Elder Dugu, I already have a master."
Dugu laughed, stroked his beard, and said with a grin:
"No worries, there’s no rule that says you can only have one master in this world."
"Besides, you’re the one I brought back, everything should be about first come, first served."
Now he started to talk about favors.
Sitting on the high platform, Zongming had a trace of peculiar expression on his face and seemed to have a dry throat as he lightly coughed twice.
Dugu Elder finally looked towards the high platform, immediately realized, and cupped his fists, "Greetings, Ancestral Master and Sect Leader."
Zongming nodded approvingly, "Mm! Dugu, Yang Yan has already apprenticed under me. Are you also intending to take him as your disciple?"
Dugu was immediately stumped, eyes wide open.
After about ten seconds, he had to shake his head with a wry smile, "Ancestral Master, I wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare."
What a joke!
If he takes Yang Yan as a disciple as well, wouldn’t that put him on the same level as the Ancestral Master?!
He really doesn’t dare, truly doesn’t dare!
"Weren’t you in a closed life-or-death retreat? You vowed not to emerge until breaking through to mid-Golden Core Stage, yet here you are on the peak of the initial stage, still some distance from that step."
"Disciple emerged because something suddenly occurred to me, and it’s all because of him—Yang Yan!"
Dugu Elder gazed at Yang Yan again, already starting to look at him as if he were a treasure.
Zongming’s eyes sharpened and asked:
"Why is that?"
Yet Dugu Elder, stroking his long beard, instead smiled leisurely, choosing to keep the Ancestral Master in suspense.
Then Dugu turned to Lin Zimu and asked with a smile, "Zimu, do you remember what Yang Yan was doing when I brought you back?"
Lin Zimu looked bewildered, blinking his eyes, "Grandmaster Yang was merging with the Little World Heavenly Dao at the time."
Yang... Grandmaster Yang...
Dugu Elder’s expression turned somewhat strange.
How should he address this lad now?
In such a short time, Yang Yan’s status had actually surpassed his own!
"Yes, Yang Yan was merging with the Heavenly Dao at that time! I believed he was undoubtedly going to die, as even a puppet of the Heavenly Dao, albeit just a Little World Heavenly Dao, is not something a Qi Cultivation stage disciple can withstand!"
Dugu Elder looked at Yang Yan again, this time his face clearly showing a noticeable excitement.
