nashuaworldcup Chapter 271 Heavenly Master
Chapter 271 Heavenly Master
In the Tianshi Mansion, a golden light suddenly burst out.
It was like a sun breaking through the silent night, illuminating the entire room.
The ancient paintings hanging on the wall trembled slightly, exuding an ancient aura, as if they were also awakened by this power.
As the golden light flowed, an unrivaled pressure was faintly revealed, which made people hold their breath.
"Chu Lan, focus!"
The old Taoist priest's voice was majestic and powerful, striking Zhang Chulan's mind like a morning bell.
I saw the old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on a cushion, with a shadow appearing behind him, as if he was the master of all things in the world.
The golden light in his hand became more and more dazzling, condensing into a straight stream of light, shooting out from the fingertips and reaching directly between Zhang Chulan's eyebrows.
Zhang Chulan closed his eyes slightly, his hands hanging on his knees, but his brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of struggle and hesitation.
But in just a moment, the golden light turned into countless tiny spots of light like broken glass.
The golden light quickly dissipated in the air, and the entire room fell into darkness again.
"Chu Lan, this is the third time I've failed."
The old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, with a complicated look in his eyes.
There is disappointment and confusion, but more of it is a deep helplessness.
He did not blame Zhang Chulan, but just stared at him with his weathered eyes.
Zhang Chulan looked complicated, lowered his head, and said uneasily: "Master, I..."
Before he could finish his words, the old Taoist priest raised his hand to stop him.
The old Taoist priest spoke slowly and in a low voice: "If you have any hesitation in your heart, you can tell me directly.
You should have known that this Luotian Grand Ceremony was originally designed for you.
If you give up the Heavenly Master Degree now, I will become a laughing stock in the entire alien world!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Chulan's body trembled, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
His fingers were clasped tightly around his sleeves, his lowered eyes revealing anxiety and struggle.
He felt the weight of the old Taoist's words. This was not only an expectation of him, but also an inescapable responsibility.
He gritted his teeth, and finally raised his head and asked, "Master, if I accept the Heavenly Master's Deed, will you..."
The words were not yet finished, but the air had already become more solemn.
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
After a moment, the old Taoist sighed and said slowly: "Yes, I will die."
These few simple words exploded in Zhang Chulan's ears like thunder.
His mind went blank in an instant and his hands and feet became cold.
Although he had already guessed the answer from clues, he still couldn't accept it when the truth was laid before him.
His master, the elder who was as steady as a mountain, actually spoke of his own ending so calmly.
"Master, I will not accept this Heavenly Master's Deed!"
Zhang Chulan stood up suddenly, with a determined fire burning in his eyes.
He said with a resolute tone, with unprecedented strength, "But I won't run away!
Master, I want to know what my grandfather went through back then and what the truth is. Please tell me!"
When the old Taoist priest heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he revealed a bitter smile.
He sighed and shook his head, as if he was muttering to himself, or as if he was talking to Zhang Chulan.
“Some things you have to face yourself sooner or later.
The truth of the matter lies in this Tianshi degree.
If you are worried that the responsibility will be too heavy after becoming a Heavenly Master, you can leave the affairs of Mount Longhu to Lingyu.
If you have no intention of practicing Taoism, you don’t need to restrict yourself, just follow your heart.”
Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and tried to calm the complicated emotions in his heart.
He looked at the old Taoist priest with a sharp gaze, his voice low but extremely firm.
"No, Master, it's not because of this reason.
If I have to use your life to get the truth, I can't accept it."
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist frowned slightly, and a hint of anger flashed across his eyes.
He snorted coldly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"You two are really the same! Both so stubborn!"
Although the old Taoist priest's tone was reproachful, he knew Zhang Chulan's character very well and was not really angry in his heart.
He slowly raised his hand and stroked his beard, and was about to say something else.
Suddenly, a hurried shout came from outside the Tianshi Mansion, interrupting the conversation between the two.
"Master! Quan Xing has attacked Mount Longhu!"
Along with Zhang Lingyu's slightly panicked voice, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door. It was obvious that the situation was very urgent.
The old Taoist priest pushed open the door and looked outside, but his expression was unusually calm, as if all this was within his expectations.
He turned his head slightly to glance at Zhang Lingyu outside the door, his voice neither hurried nor slow.
"Lingyu, why are you so anxious? Can't you see that your master is busy?"
Zhang Lingyu looked at Zhang Chulan standing behind the old Taoist priest with complicated eyes, knowing what had just happened in the room.
He knew very well that the old Heavenly Master was trying to pass on the Heavenly Master degree to Zhang Chulan.
But now Longhu Mountain is facing powerful enemies, and he has to interrupt his master's arrangements.
He gritted his teeth and his tone became more anxious.
"But Master, the situation is critical now. There are many experts in Quanxing who have gone up the mountain this time. They have already attacked the foot of the mountain!"
The old Taoist priest raised his brows slightly, still showing no sign of nervousness.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep, and his voice still revealed a reassuring certainty: "So what."
When Zhang Lingyu heard this, he was suddenly speechless.
He knew his master's character too well, and he was never easily shaken by any threats.
However, Zhang Lingyu still felt uneasy.
This time Quan Xing comes with great force, and what he brings is not just an ordinary fight, but a crisis of life and death for Longhu Mountain.
At this time, Zhang Chulan also slowly walked out of the Tianshi Mansion.
He stood beside the old Taoist priest, his eyes were firm and his tone was extremely solemn.
"Master, I don't want this Heavenly Master's Degree anymore."
The old Taoist priest glanced sideways at Zhang Chulan, with a hint of surprise and complicated emotions in his eyes.
Zhang Chulan continued speaking, his voice sonorous and powerful, every word ringing loud and clear.
“Besides, the current situation doesn’t seem like the right time to pass on the teachings of the Heavenly Master.
If Mount Longhu is destroyed, what use will my position as Heavenly Master be to me!"
When the old Taoist heard this, a hint of relief and helplessness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say much. He just stared at Zhang Chulan silently.
Zhang Chulan did not wait for the old master's response.
He turned around and looked firmly into the distance, where the sound of fighting could be heard faintly.
He took a deep breath, and without hesitation, he walked straight towards the direction of the fire coming from Longhu Mountain.
At this moment, Longhu Mountain is already bustling.
The blazing flames were like a giant dragon devouring the world, roaring wildly and illuminating the entire night sky red.
Everywhere you can see aliens fighting fiercely, with swords flashing and sabers flying, and the light of supernatural powers is brilliant and deadly.
The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood.
"Quick! Stop them!"
"Protect the dojo!"
On the mountain path, a group of Longhu Mountain disciples were trying their best to block the attack of Quan Xing's masters.
However, the other side came with great force and numbers, including some very powerful strangers.
The first person Zhang Chulan wanted to protect at this moment was none other than Feng Baobao.
"No! Where's Sister Baoer?"