This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 679 - 19 The Sick Tree Stands Before the Flourishing Forest of Ten Thousand Trees_2
Chapter 679: Chapter 19 The Sick Tree Stands Before the Flourishing Forest of Ten Thousand Trees_2
It was precisely because of the considerable disapproval of this Ancestral Taoist Wang Daode that everyone also disliked the disciple he had taken on.
Even though this cultivator named Mo Yan, by virtue of being a direct disciple of Wang Daode, enjoyed the highest seniority within the Candle Dragon Hall.
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Candle Dragon Hall, the back mountain.
The wind was high, and the air was fresh.
Mo Yan, clad in black, ascended the mountain.
Atop the mountain was an old Taoist in green, rolling up his sleeves, carefully tending to a few citrus trees that had been nurtured for many years.
But for some reason, despite the Taoist’s many years of devoted care, the citrus trees not only failed to thrive with lush branches and abundant fruit but even their leaves and branches had become increasingly withered.
“Master,” Mo Yan greeted the old Taoist respectfully.
The old Taoist seemed hard of hearing, not even turning his head, still meticulously inspecting the veins of the citrus tree leaves.
“Master,” Mo Yan called again, seeing that the old Taoist still did not respond, he didn’t mind and continued, “I have comprehended the True Intent of the Fire Attribute and am ready to advance to Void Refining, so I came to inform the master. I probably won’t be able to visit you during this period.”
“I have been alone on this mountain for thousands of years, long accustomed to solitude; your visits are unnecessary. It’s better if you do not come,” said the old Taoist, with his back to Mo Yan, nonchalantly shaking his head and remarking about his late-year disciple: “Did you leave the sect a while ago?”
“Yes,” Mo Yan didn’t hide it, “I went out with a friend.”
“Was that with Lu Qingshan?” the old Taoist had some recollections.
Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded, “Yes.”
“How did you come to know him? What is your relationship with him?”
Mo Yan paused briefly, organized his thoughts, and then recounted the events that had transpired on Jiaolong Island.
The old Taoist named Wang Daode, after understanding the bond between his disciple and that Sword Cultivator Lu Qingshan, closed his eyes and pondered, as if considering something.
“Alright, I understand,” in the end, the untidy old Taoist nodded his head, seemingly indifferent but with intent, affirming: “The youngster has great talent and righteousness; you can associate with him more.”
Mo Yan was silent for a moment, saying nothing.
“If there’s nothing else, you can leave,” the untidy old Taoist leisurely said.
“Then, your disciple will take his leave,” Mo Yan immediately bowed and took his leave.
“Go ahead.” The untidy old Taoist continued to look at his citrus trees.
Mo Yan didn’t dally and turned to descend the mountain.
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Just as Mo Yan had turned to leave, another figure floated down at this moment.
The newcomer also wore fluttering green robes, but in stark contrast to the old Taoist’s scruffy appearance, he embodied the very image of an immortal.
This person appeared beside Wang Daode and called out to the old Taoist: “Uncle.”
If an outsider saw this scene, they would surely find it unbelievable.
Because this immortal-like Taoist who called the scruffy old Taoist “uncle” was none other than Ancestral Taoist Zhao Yuding, one of the three great ancestors of the Candle Dragon Hall.
Zhao Yuding watched the receding figure of Mo Yan earnestly, and after pondering for a while, he slowly asked, “Uncle, do you really believe that the destiny of our Candle Dragon Hall for the next five thousand years hinges on this Loose Cultivator from a small island in the Southern Territory, taking such a risk with confidence?”
In the secular world, pinning the destiny of an entire family on one person is rather common. But for Zhao Yuding, the idea of the destiny of an entire sect resting on one individual was somewhat unbelievable, or to put it more accurately, he didn’t believe it at all.
Wang Daode, as if he could read his mind, saw through Zhao Yuding’s skepticism without directly rebutting, but softly said, “In the Seven Domains of the Human Race, aren’t there countless times when the destiny of two ten-thousand-year cycles was determined by Ancestral Daoist Xia alone?
Our Candle Dragon Hall is just one sect, and its destiny for a mere five thousand years rests in one man’s hands; why can’t it be so? Surely we are not greater than the Human Race?”
Zhao Yuding was at a loss for words.
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“So will the destiny he determines be a blessing or a curse?” Zhao Yuding couldn’t help but ask again.
“Blessing or curse, aside from those eccentrics at the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, who among us commoners can divine heaven’s will?” Wang Daode said indifferently, “All I can do is give my all.”
Zhao Yuding seemed to have realized something, taking a careful look at the untidy old Taoist’s face, his expression suddenly changed, “Uncle, you’ve started the Refining Ritual for that…”
Wang Daode nodded nonchalantly.
“Is it worth it…?” Zhao Yuding squeezed out the words with difficulty.
The untidy old Taoist replied calmly, “He is our sect’s seed of fate. Since I have wagered the destiny of our Candle Dragon Hall for the coming five thousand years on him, how could I not place a bet and expect to win a fortune?”
“Even Ancestral Taoist Wang Puxian, a genius granted by heaven, could not take our Candle Dragon Hall a step further. Do you believe he can do it?” Zhao Yuding, like a petulant child, expressed his dissatisfaction and complaint in his tone.
“I believe,” the old Taoist simply said two words.
“On what grounds? Just because of his ability to refine Netherfire?” Zhao Yuding was unconvinced, “Aren’t you afraid it is a road of no return?”
He had actually always been dismissive of his uncle’s claim that Mo Yan was tied to the Candle Dragon Hall’s destiny.
The claim was absurdly grand.
Although the Candle Dragon Hall could not compare to the Great Pure Palace, and its influence had been waning over the years, it was still a top-tier Sect that dominated the Bell Mountain Spirit Vein, with over a hundred thousand disciples leading the world in Fire Method.
That the Candle Dragon Hall’s destiny could be influenced solely by Mo Yan?
It was laughable!
He could not take it seriously.
But now, he could not help but take it slightly to heart.
