[Chapter 1290: Your Changsheng Palace Saint Master Yun Changsheng is my senior brother]
. Mu Changfeng solemnly bowed to Yang Yiyu.
Yang Yiyu was a little scared. After all, Mu Changfeng was a great perfection in the Crossing Tribulation Stage. He quickly helped him to stand up. He
had to give face to others, so he couldn’t be ignorant.
Then Mu Changfeng glanced at the eight Changsheng Hall disciples behind him.
The eight disciples reacted and said in unison: “Greetings to the Grandmaster…”
Well, everyone was dumbfounded.
Especially Cheng Weikang and others. They originally thought that Yang Yiyu was a registered disciple accepted by a master of Changsheng Hall outside. Who knew that a Grandmaster would suddenly appear?
This is difficult. How
can an ordinary disciple and a Grandmaster level person be the same?
Although I don’t know how Yang Yiyu became the Grandmaster of Changsheng Hall and has a terrifyingly high seniority, but this… This has become a big problem now.
If Yang Yiyu was an ordinary disciple of Changsheng Hall, he would be killed, but now he has risen to the Grandmaster level, which is troublesome.
Cheng Weikang knew that if he killed a master of Changsheng Hall, the whole Changsheng Hall might explode, and maybe even the Holy Lord Yun Changsheng would come out.
But how could he be willing not to kill Yang Yiyu?
Besides, Yang Yiyu still had his mother, the Holy Mother of All Souls, in his hand, the Wanling Staff, and he had to get it back.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain.
Cheng Weikang was entangled, and Shen Bai became depressed. In the blink of an eye, Yang Yiyu became a master of Changsheng Hall.
They dared to kill ordinary disciples of Changsheng Hall, but did they dare to kill a master of Changsheng Hall?
Although Yang Yiyu looked like a master of seniority, he was also a master. For every holy land with a long heritage, respecting teachers is the most important thing, not to mention that Changsheng Hall has become a model among several major holy lands?
Dare to kill Yang Yiyu?
I really don’t dare to kill him.
Tianjian Mountain Mu Ningxuan and Bailian Mountain Villa’s Liu Yichen also had uncertain expressions. They had supported Cheng Weikang and Shen Bai before because in their eyes, Yang Yiyu was just a nobody, a country boy with no status. But
now it was different. In the blink of an eye, he became a master-level figure of the Changsheng Hall. Would he dare to touch Yang Yiyu?
In Mu Ningxuan’s mind, he dared, but he didn’t dare to do it openly.
Liu Yichen and Mu Ningxuan looked at each other and saw the same idea in their eyes. They couldn’t help but feel depressed. They had supported Cheng Weikang and Shen Bai before, and now they had to support them even more. If they softened at this time, they would be laughed at.
Even the Ghost City Ming Youran and Daozhong’s Jiang Shilong widened their eyes. No one thought that Yang Yiyu would be a master-level figure of the Changsheng Hall.
Everyone in the field had their own thoughts, and they looked at Yang Yiyu and Mu Changfeng one by one with complicated eyes.
At this time, Yang Yiyu was in a good mood. He didn’t expect that it would be so smooth to recognize the disciples of Changsheng Hall. The old man’s words, like a code, directly made him a figure of the master’s generation.
After letting the disciples of Changsheng Hall stand up, Yang Yiyu introduced Lu Yanzhi to Mu Changfeng…
For Mu Changfeng, in fact, he didn’t understand what kind of master Yang Yiyu was, but he just performed the master’s ceremony to Yang Yiyu in the name of the Holy Lord.
But the Holy Lord of Changsheng Hall, Yun Changsheng, is a god-like figure in the hearts of every Changsheng Hall disciple. What the Holy Lord says will not be wrong, and every Changsheng Hall disciple only needs to obey. As for
Yang Yiyu’s identity, Mu Changfeng was thinking at first whether he was a disciple accepted by a certain Changsheng Hall master uncle outside, or whether a certain Changsheng Hall master failed to pass the tribulation and left behind a legacy that was obtained by Yang Yiyu…
But when Yang Yiyu said two words of the ancestral precepts of the Holy Lord Hall, Mu Changfeng knew that Yang Yiyu’s situation might not be the above two.
Perhaps only the Holy Lord and Yang Yiyu himself know what the identity is.
I don’t know what kind of master Yang Yiyun got?
Mu Changfeng had a strong question and wanted to ask Yang Yiyun, but he felt it was not appropriate. He hesitated and finally didn’t ask.
However, Yang Yiyun saw Mu Changfeng’s thoughts. After thinking about it, it was better to say something to Mu Changfeng to avoid any misunderstanding.
Then Yang Yiyun said to Mu Changfeng: “Changfeng… Daoist friend, if I am not mistaken, your Changsheng Palace Saint Lord Yun Changsheng is my senior brother. Although I got the master’s inheritance by chance and stepped into the cultivation, my master left a soul image to tell me that there is a senior brother who is the Changsheng Palace Saint Lord Yun Changsheng in the cultivation world, but I don’t know if he is still the Saint Lord of Changsheng Palace now?”
Yang Yiyun didn’t dare to say and couldn’t say anything about the old man’s soul in the Qiankun Pot. He could only make up such a lie, which was reasonable.
But this sentence sounded like thunder in Mu Changfeng’s ears.
The junior brother of the Saint Lord?
This… is too shocking.
Mu Changfeng thought of many possible identities of Yang Yiyu, but he never thought that Yang Yiyu would be the junior brother of his own Saint Lord Yun Changsheng, and a junior brother of the same master.
Although Yang Yiyu said that he was the junior brother who inherited the image of the master of Saint Lord Yun Changsheng, that is, the real ancestor, it was also a real inheritance.
If what Yang Yiyu said was true, then Yang Yiyu’s identity was truly at the level of a master.
And for such things, no one would joke or make up nonsense, because there was no reason to make it up.
That is to say, Yang Yiyu is really the junior brother of the Saint Lord.
Of course, the final confirmation needs to be made by the Holy Lord Yun Changsheng, but Mu Changfeng’s face changed drastically and he was about to bow down again.
But Yang Yiyun stopped him in advance and said in a voice transmission: “Why don’t you disclose my identity for the time being? Let’s talk about everything after we get out of Taihuang.”
Mu Changfeng took a deep breath and replied in a voice transmission: “Changfeng is offended. I will obey the order of the master. The master rest assured that Changfeng knows his limits. Moreover, the Holy Lord is still in the Changsheng Palace. I think the Holy Lord will be happy to know that he has a new junior brother. Also, please call Changfeng by his name, but don’t call him Taoist friend. It really makes Changfeng embarrassed.”
Yang Yiyun just met Mu Changfeng, and it was not good to claim that he was the master of the other person, so he had to call him Taoist friend.
But after Yang Yiyun mentioned the master-disciple relationship, Mu Changfeng no longer dared to let Yang Yiyun call him a peer. The junior brother of the Holy Lord Yun Changsheng really didn’t deserve to be called a Taoist friend.
Just as the two were talking in a voice transmission, Cheng Weikang spoke again.
“Mu Changfeng, have you finished talking? If you’re done, get out of the way. I want to find Yang Yiyu to settle a personal grudge.” Cheng Weikang finally made up his mind and went all the way, because he thought clearly, even if Yang Yiyu was some shitty master of the Changsheng Palace, so what? How awesome could he
be compared to his mother?
His mother, Cheng Weikang, was the master of the Holy Land of All Spirits, and what Yang Yiyu took from him was the magic weapon of the Holy Mother of All Spirits, so he had to take it back.
Mu Changfeng turned around after hearing this, stared at Cheng Weikang and said, “Cheng Weikang, listen to me, from now on, Yang Yiyu is the master of my Changsheng Palace. If you dare to touch him, I will kill you.”
“How dare you, Mu Changfeng, who do you think you are? My mother is the Holy Mother of All Spirits, the Lord of the Holy Land. He, Yang Yiyu, took away the Wanling Staff of my mother, the Holy Mother of All Spirits. Do you think he can keep it safe?
Today, let alone you, Mu Changfeng, even if your Holy Lord Yun Changfa is here, my mother’s Wanling Staff must be taken back. The Wanling Staff is the symbol of my Wanling Holy Land. If you want to die, then think twice.” Cheng Weikang was furious.
Mu Changfeng narrowed his eyes and did not say a word. Instead, his whole body was full of energy, flashing golden runes, staring at Cheng Weikang closely. His actions had already answered Cheng Weikang.
“Thinking of my master, you should first defeat me, Mu Changfeng.” Mu Changfeng said in a light tone, but he was unwavering.
It was clear that he wanted to protect Yang Yiyu.
This scene touched Yang Yiyu deeply. He took a step forward, looked at Cheng Weikang and grinned, “First, even if there were no disciples from the Hall of Eternal Life, I would not return the Wand of All Souls today, because it is my trophy.
Second, don’t use that holy land to pressure me. When you, Cheng Weikang, used the Wand of All Souls to kill me, why didn’t you think that the Wand of All Souls was the magic weapon of your mother, the Holy Mother of All Souls? You want to take it from me? Haha, you’re dreaming.”
Yang Yiyu was fearless at the moment. In fact, he was just borrowing the power of the Hall of Eternal Life, but borrowing power is also a kind of strength.
In terms of single combat, Cheng Weikang was just a defeated general by him. Now that his cultivation has reached the stage of crossing the tribulation, he may not be afraid of these holy land disciples.
(End of this chapter)
