Chapter 1115: Chapter 1115: Guo Wants to See You

"Haha! I just heard those two brats say you’ve already learned the Space Technique. At first I didn’t believe it, but now I’m sure."

"As for the Space Law, even after painstaking cultivation for hundreds of years I’ve only touched its fringes. Only the Nascent Soul Stage cultivators’ Instant Teleportation Divine Technique has quite a deep comprehension of it."

"This is an insight of mine. You can go back and slowly ponder it. If you bring it to Great Success, it’ll be far stronger than that small-range spatial crossing of yours."

Ancestor Zongming naturally had no intention of harming Yang Yan.

After speaking in a kindly, benevolent tone, he looked at Yang Yan as though he were looking at a junior of his own blood.

He placed his left hand on Yang Yan’s shoulder, a layer of milky white halo rose in a hazy glow, and an insight about the Space Shifting Technique was transmitted over.

Yang Yan knew full well how precious such Law insights were, and couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

As they say, techniques must not be passed to outsiders.

An insight from a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator is a thousand times more important than any Daoist Technique!

"Many thanks, Ancestral Master."

Yang Yan bowed with genuine expression to show his gratitude. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He was a later-generation disciple to Ancestor Zongming, and as for Ancestor Zongming, was he not likewise an elder, of the master generation, to him?

"Haha! Yang Yan, the path of cultivation is extremely arduous. Fortunately you have quite decent aptitude; from here on it will be much easier."

"But remember, you ought to hack your way through thorns and brambles all the way, and must not become arrogant or complacent. Bear this firmly in mind!"

"Yes, Ancestral Master."

Yang Yan bent slightly at the waist and nodded in response.

"Good! Xiaozzi."

Ancestral Master Zongming nodded in satisfaction and called out toward the Sect Leader at the side.

"Grand Martial-Uncle, I’m here."

Xiaozzi again!

Though helpless in his heart, Sect Leader Lin An did not show it on his face.

Standing behind, he hurriedly responded, took a few steps forward, and stood respectfully before Zongming.

On the vast high platform, at this moment only Ancestral Master Zongming, Yang Yan, and Sect Leader Lin An were standing.

The gazes of several hundred thousand disciples were all focused on the three of them.

Their strength differed enormously, yet the amount of attention the three received was almost the same.

In fact, in a certain sense, Yang Yan received the most attention.

Lin An slightly raised his long sleeve, looked down below with a rather solemn expression, and slowly said:

"Today we have disciple Yang Yan, number one thousand eight hundred and twelve among the Three Thousand Holy Bodies, the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body. For him to appear in my Ancient Abyss Sect is truly a great joy for my Ancient Abyss Sect."

"Grand Martial-Uncle Zongming has set three days hence to take a disciple. At that time, he will widely invite fellow sect members and hold a grand disciple-recruitment ceremony!"

Yang Yan was standing right next to him yet couldn’t hear how loud Lin An’s voice was, but the several hundred thousand disciples below all showed expressions of excitement.

They had naturally heard clearly.

Three days from now, widely invite fellow sect members, and open a grand disciple-recruitment ceremony!

Below the platform, a certain elder, after meeting Sect Leader Lin An’s gaze, immediately understood, nodded, and loudly announced:

"The Sect Leader will also take a disciple three days from now, and it will be carried out together at the grand ceremony!"

The Sect Leader would also be taking a disciple then.

This once again stirred up a wave of discussion among the disciples present.

Only one person in the crowd was looking at Yang Yan with hatred in his eyes.

This person wore a yellow dragon robe, upon which were embroidered several flood dragons.

If the Fourth Prince Long Jie saw him, he would definitely recognize at once that this was his third brother, the Third Prince of the Great Zhou Kingdom, Long Ming!

"The Ancient Abyss Sect’s new disciple grand competition hereby concludes!"

With a steward’s loud declaration, the several hundred thousand disciples left the venue in an orderly fashion.

Yang Yan naturally took the Butcher Palace and returned to his residence.

Gu Sheng followed behind him with a face full of delight, every now and then looking greedily at the Butcher Palace in Yang Yan’s hand.

"You like it? Here, play with it."

Seeing Gu Sheng like this, Yang Yan couldn’t help but chuckle.

He didn’t mind in the slightest and tossed the Butcher Palace in his hand into Gu Sheng’s arms.

Though this mid-grade Spiritual Treasure was of high rank and could be large or small, it was, after all, only an auxiliary Spiritual Treasure, not a weapon or Treasure Armor.

To Yang Yan, it was rather like chicken ribs, of not much significance.

"Ah!"

After catching it, Gu Sheng immediately hugged it to his chest, looking like he wished he could kiss it, overjoyed.

The legendary mid-grade Spiritual Treasure was actually being hugged in his arms!

Not to mention the whole Outer Sect, even those Inner Sect senior brothers—who else had this kind of treatment?

Because Yang Yan was walking on foot, Gu Sheng also followed closely behind him, step for step.

At the moment he was staring at the small Butcher Palace in his arms and not looking ahead.

"Ah!"

A woman’s startled cry suddenly sounded in front of them.

The sudden exclamation scared Gu Sheng so much he jumped, his hands flew open, and the Butcher Palace immediately dropped straight toward the ground.

"No!"

Gu Sheng was far more frightened than that woman, his whole person spreading out like a roc spreading its wings, wanting to salvage it.

Seeing him like this, Yang Yan couldn’t help but find it funny.

It might be chicken ribs, but it was still a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact. How could it possibly break just from being dropped like that?

Let alone breaking it by dropping, even if one deliberately tried to damage it, it wouldn’t be that easy.

The white-clothed Inner Sect female disciple in front clearly hadn’t realized this. She was scared by Gu Sheng’s movement into retreating three steps in a row, her face full of panic.

"Senior sister, may I ask what you need?"

Yang Yan had seen her flying over toward the two of them; she couldn’t possibly be looking for Gu Sheng!

If it were some Outer Sect female disciple, that might still be possible.

"Yang, I don’t dare accept you calling me senior sister. This..."

The Inner Sect female disciple, heart still pounding, pointed at Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng, face covered in dust and mud in his mouth, nevertheless stood up grinning from ear to ear and said to Yang Yan:

"Young Master, Young Master, the Butcher Palace is fine, it’s fine."

Yang Yan turned back somewhat awkwardly and said:

"It’s a mid-grade Spiritual Treasure. You think it’d shatter from one drop?! Stop embarrassing yourself."

"Heh heh... heh heh heh..."

Gu Sheng only knew how to chuckle stupidly in delight.

It wouldn’t break from a fall, but it wasn’t good to let it get dirty either.

This was the prize the Young Master got as the sect’s champion; it had to be kept properly.

"He’s my attendant, Gu Sheng, and he’s also an Outer Sect disciple now."

Yang Yan introduced with a smile.

"Yang, our Guo wants to see you."

The female disciple nodded, then hurriedly said.

"Guo? Guo Guoguo?"

Yang Yan immediately thought of that female disciple who frightened Lin Zimu, Guo of the Ancient Abyss Sect’s Inner Sect, known as the "demonic girl."

"Yes."

Yang Yan’s heart sank, a bad premonition rising, and he hastily declined:

"Uh—you can just tell her that the competition has just ended and I’m too exhausted, so I won’t go."

"Why? Yang, you..."

The female disciple raised her head to look at Yang Yan, then lowered it again and cupped her hands, saying:

"Very well then! Yang, I’ll go back and tell Guo."

"Thanks!"

After the young woman left, Yang Yan brought Gu Sheng—who had been hugging the Butcher Palace tightly to his chest the whole way—back to the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Because Ancestral Master Zongming’s disciple-recruitment ceremony was in three days, and Sect Leader Lin An’s disciple-recruitment ceremony would be held together, the entire sect, from top to bottom, had already begun preparations early.

After all, when the time came, most of the cultivation sects on Wandering Dragon Star would send their high-level members and disciples to attend the ceremony.

Among them, as for the ten seventh-rank cultivation sects, the other nine would definitely be coming.