Tian Yuan

Chapter 2569 Surprise, Gathering

Upon hearing this, all the heroes exclaimed in astonishment.

The elders who were tidying up the storeroom items were all violently shaken, their eyes flashing with mysterious light, their hearts churning with shock, and their faces filled with astonishment.

The elders looked at each other, their expressions quite varied, dumbfounded, as if a thousand volcanoes were about to erupt in their chests, yet they couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The disciples around noticed the elders' unusual behavior and asked with concern, "Elder Yu, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this batch of goods that have been put into storage?"

The elder's ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear the words of concern from others. In his mind, the phrase "I am hosting a banquet for you all at Yuntai" kept echoing.

The elders present did not need to speak; they could tell the answer simply by observing the changes in their emotions. They all heard the words, and it was definitely not a hallucination.

In the council hall, Song Mang solemnly reviewed various trivial matters.

He is a hybrid of human and alien races, a talent that Chen Qingyuan brought back from the Chaotic Boundary Sea.

He passed the Qingzong's test; his loyalty and character were beyond reproach.

His management skills are quite good. He can always come up with appropriate ways to deal with various emergencies and has resolved many internal disputes for the Qingzong sect. He is highly respected by the sect's senior members.

Geek!

Just then, he heard an invitation. His upright posture seemed to be hit by an external force, causing him to sway slightly. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the jade slip in his right hand, causing a slight crack to appear on the jade slip.

His pupils seemed to be battered by wind and rain, rippling with countless waves of joy and elation.

"Your Majesty, he... he has returned."

Song Mang's respect and gratitude towards Chen Qingyuan were beyond words. He knew very well that everything he possessed was a gift from Chen Qingyuan.

He was able to avenge his family, come to the prosperous and dreamlike Shenzhou, and become a high-ranking member of the Qingzong sect, all because of Chen Qingyuan.

Having held a high position for so long, he had long since developed the imposing aura of a superior without needing to be angry. Not only sect disciples, but even many elders would feel awe and dare not overstep their bounds when they saw him.

"Junior Brother..."

There are also some elderly Qingzong members who have not yet passed away. They have already relinquished their heavy responsibilities and are living a leisurely life with no worries about food and clothing. Their lives are very comfortable.

When the older generation of the Qing Sect heard Chen Qingyuan's voice, their first reaction was that it was a hallucination caused by excessive longing. Then they felt that the voice was too real, so they hurriedly contacted others and received confirmation.

Immediately, the elders wept with joy. They never expected to see their junior brother one last time before they died. Their excitement and joy were beyond words.

"Your honor!"

The Sword Immortal Chang Geng, the Stele Keeper, Yan Ze, Zhao Jianghe, and others all gasped in astonishment.

The main city area of ​​Qingzong was in an uproar.

The higher-ups shouted, some were moved to tears, some laughed out loud, and some were stunned.

The disciples who witnessed this scene were completely bewildered, their faces filled with worry and their hearts filled with unease.

"Master is back!"

Zhu Wulang, Tang Wan'er, and Yun Qingmo happened to be at the sect recently and did not miss the opportunity to meet their master. Upon hearing the invitation from their master, they were extremely excited and lost their usual composure.

"Lord!"

The guardian beast of the Azure Sect was sleeping in the pool of spiritual herbs. It was an old yellow ox covered in scales, its body as massive as a mountain, its ferocity terrifying. If an ordinary person were to glance at it, they would be so frightened that their soul would leave their body and they would die instantly.

The old ox was once Chen Qingyuan's mount during his trials in the mortal world. It was a draft ox whose lifespan was coming to an end and was about to be slaughtered. Chen Qingyuan happened to pass by, saw it shedding tears, and bought it with his money.

Later, the old ox followed Chen Qingyuan all the way, absorbing his profound wisdom and gradually becoming spiritually aware.

Then, with Nangong Ge's help, the old ox was thrown into the Beast Taming Sect and completely transformed.

Lin Changsheng also gave the old ox a name, using Qing as its surname, and named it Haoyang.

Since then, Qing Haoyang has become the sect's guardian beast, holding a very high status.

The old ox could transform into human form ten thousand years ago, but he rarely appeared in human form. This was because his greatest wish in this life was to follow Chen Qingyuan, and he had never forgotten his identity as a mount.

Getting used to human form is not a good thing.

"My lord, you have finally returned."

The old ox roared loudly, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Many disciples near the medicine pool were unable to withstand even a trace of the old ox's ferocious power and were instantly stunned.

"You have no sense of proportion!"

Lin Changsheng suppressed the old ox's ferocity from a distance and gave a shout.

"Sect...Sect Master, I...I didn't mean to, I..."

The sect leader's rebuke startled the old ox, causing him to shrink back and quickly suppress his menacing aura. He was quite agitated at the moment, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke haltingly.

Lin Changsheng immediately sent people to treat his injured disciples; there was no time to lose.

In short, the Qingzong Sect is now extremely lively, unlike anything seen in many years.

To be precise, the sect's higher-ups were thrilled and extremely excited. The vast majority of disciples, however, were completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

Chen Yiyi has been away from home lately; otherwise, she would have gone straight to Chen Qingyuan and wouldn't have waited until tomorrow.

Yuntai, as its name suggests, stands above the sea of ​​clouds.

A huge circular platform, thousands of miles in diameter.

Looking down, the cloud platform resembles a yin-yang symbol, engraved with countless runes that resemble shimmering waves. It is not usually activated and is only used for major events.

Although the banquet was not scheduled to begin until tomorrow, many people were afraid of missing it, so they rushed over as soon as they received the news. Their hearts were pounding, and the look of surprise on their faces showed no signs of fading, but rather grew stronger.

A large crowd gathered there, creating a noisy and chaotic atmosphere.

As time went on, more and more people gathered there.

"Sword Immortal".

Elder Yan.

Elder Zhao.

"..."

As soon as the guest elder, who stood at the pinnacle of power, appeared, everyone else fell silent, bowed, and respectfully greeted him.

Li Muyang and the others responded with smiles, saying that everyone present was family and there was no need to put on airs.

No matter where you are, there are differences in status and hierarchy.

"This can't be fake, right?"

Although a few people were in a state of high excitement, a trace of doubt remained in their hearts.

"I have already explained this matter to the sect leader, and it has been confirmed that there is no error."

A guest elder spoke up to clarify, his voice deep and resonant.

With this statement, no one was worried anymore; instead, they were excited and looking forward to tomorrow.

"His Majesty has ascended to the throne, and we are honored by it."

The name of the Azure Emperor has spread throughout the myriad realms. Most people do not know who the Azure Emperor is, but the higher-ups of the Azure Sect naturally do, and they often discuss it in secret.

"The best thing I ever did in my life was joining the Azure Sect ten thousand years ago."

One of the guest elders wore a moon-white brocade robe, had an old appearance, carried a wine pot at his waist, stroked his long white beard, and had an extraordinary temperament, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.

Me too.

Many guest elders chimed in, their smiles radiant.