Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 730 - 429: The New Alliance Hierarch of the Dao Alliance? Qualifications, Yue Qingping: Yi Chengzi, Take My Celestial Being Three Swords!_2

Caught up in his emotions, the silver-haired elder slapped Ning Feixue's other shoulder with a palm.

With a bang, the pain nearly brought tears to Ning Feixue's eyes.

Who had he even offended?

"Grandfather, my love for Sisters Lian and Rong is genuine. The dedication was a misunderstanding. During a stormy night, we all took shelter in a cave to escape the rain, and guess what, a Snake Demon was hiding inside, intent on devouring us three."

"Would I, Ning Feixue, put up with that Snake Demon's attitude? Just as I had mastered the Flying Sword Technique, and when Sister Lian, Sister Rong, and I were jointly slaughtering the Snake Demon, we accidentally pierced a pink gland inside the demon's body and, well, you know the rest,"

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Ning Feixue said with an embarrassed face.

"If it hadn't been for that, you'd already be a lost soul under my palm. How could I have taken you in as my personal Disciple?"

Wan Shanlian said in an annoyed tone, looking at Ning Feixue's weary demeanour.

But he had to admit that Ning Feixue was indeed a man of astonishing fortune. In just three short years, he had encountered numerous adventures, and his cultivation had now ascended to the eighth layer of the True Person Realm, just one step away from preparing to advance to the True Monarch level.

"Grandfather, Feixue Brother is really nice~"

A delicate shout arose, and at that moment, a girl dressed in a white dress with white Silk Stockings and another in a black dress with black Silk Stockings came out, both holding Ning Feixue's arms and started pestering the silver-haired elder indefatigably.

Yi Chen: "...." Damn it, I'm still in the stage of neither side wanting to meet, yet how did Ning Feixue manage to do this~

With a resigned chuckle, the perceptive Wan Shanlian invited Yi Chen for a drink the next day, leaving the space for Yi Chen and others, including Ning Feixue.

Everyone drank late into the night, the clinking of glasses filled with reminiscences.

Ning Feixue once again boasted at the table about his and a Taoist Priest's chaotic battle at Yao Guandu.

Compared to him, his Taoist Couple, Bai Lian and Bai Rong, seemed a bit less unrestrained and more restrained, unlike their former carefree manner during the Buddha's Disciple's sermon.

After all, they could now deeply recognize the weight of that Taoist Priest whom they once encountered.

Even the man who was like a god to them, their grandfather, handled him with great care.

Time slips by too quickly, much like money vanishing from a purse in the blink of an eye.

Looking back; it had already been ten days.

One of the three great mountains, Mount Qingping, now appeared before Yi Chen's eyes.

To Yi Chen's surprise, there were quite a few Cultivators gathered quietly sitting in front of the mountain at this moment.

"Wan Shanlian, the Great Elder of the Green Lotus Sword Sect, seeks an audience with Qingping True Monarch."

Having socialized with Yi Chen for ten days, an imposing silver-haired elder swept out from the Floating Blessing Ship with respectful demeanor, bowing deeply towards the towering Mount Qingping.

Alas, his voice entered Mount Qingping and disappeared without a trace, eliciting no response whatsoever.

At that moment, Wan Shanlian's mentality underwent a slight change...

"Wan Shanlian, the Great Elder of the Green Lotus Sword Sect, seeks an audience with Qingping True Monarch!!!"

This time, Wan Shanlian took a deep breath, secretly urging his mana, and called out again, his resounding voice echoing through the skies.

Sadly, there was still no response.

The subsequent silence was deafening.

At this moment, even Yi Chen felt embarrassed for Wan Shanlian.

"Great Elder Wan, stop shouting. Even the Deputy Head of the Stopping Sword Cottage, Qingmiao Sword Lord, has been sitting silently for three days and hasn't seen Qingping True Monarch emerge."

A robust man in black clothes, seeing this, couldn't help but sneer at the Wan Shanlian in the sky.

Qingmiao Sword Lord was an old senior well-known in the Central Continent, with inscrutable cultivation and powerful enough to have reached the Seventh Layer of Dao Mastery.

Following this man's words, an old man with a restrained aura quietly lifted the straw hat from his head and smiled warmly at Wan Shanlian:

"Great Elder Wan, we haven't seen each other in decades, and you've only become more distinguished with age~"

Many eyes converged on Wan Shanlian, and at this moment, this Great Elder of the Green Lotus Sword Sect felt utterly humiliated.

He had mentally prepared himself for the refusal of Yue Qingping and others to join them; after all, a man's name is like the shadow of a tree, and if Yue Qingping truly coveted vain honor, she would now be the empress of the Great Yue Dynasty and wouldn't look up to the stature of the Hierarch of the Dao Alliance.