novelraw Chapter 647 645: True and False Heir Disciples
Chapter 647 645: True and False Heir Disciples
"Alright." Mo Lin nodded.
Tang Qingqing stepped back, her breath quick and nervous.
Her expectations for Mo Lin weren't high, she just wanted him to last twenty-four hours.
Tang Qingqing glanced at the apprentice beside her and said slowly, "You may start."
The white-robed disciple nodded, then activated the array.
The ground lit up with a white light centered around Mo Lin.
In the next moment, the white light enveloped Mo Lin.
The blinding light made Mo Lin instinctively close his eyes.
"Rumble..."
A sound of thunder and lightning resonated in his ears.
It was startling to the core.
In front of Mo Lin was a mighty river.
The river water crashed against the rocks.
Mo Lin quickly recognized the scene before him.
This should be an artistic conception.
A scene depicted by the array.
Only Jingming Daoism possessed such depth, using arrays to capture artistic conception.
It was similar to the scenario when Mo Lin participated in the Seasonal Coins.
But there was a difference; one was a real scene, the other an illusory image.
"Roar..."
A roaring sound echoed.
From the depths of the mighty river, a pitch-black dragon surged forth.
The dragon's body covered the sky, exuding terrifying Evil Qi.
Soon after, Mo Lin saw a middle-aged man charging forward with a long sword to battle the dragon.
This elder wore a Cyan Jade Lotus Crown and wielded a long sword, manipulating with his left hand and swinging the sword with his right.
A golden line marked the elder's brow.
Isn't this the legend of Celestial Monarch Xu slaying the dragon?
Celestial Monarch Xu slaying the dragon and comprehending the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship.
Now, a mythical scene appeared right before his eyes.
The visual impact was intense.
Mo Lin's soul trembled violently.
He felt as if his soul would be ripped away.
No wonder Tang Qingqing wanted Mo Lin to persist for twenty-four hours.
Every minute and second here was an ordeal.
He had to withstand the pressure from Celestial Monarch Xu.
Celestial Monarch Xu was enveloped in a frightening aura, which must have been the Evil-Slaying Dao Qi.
This aura appeared as a white mist that surrounded Celestial Monarch Xu.
Then, the golden line on his brow gradually widened, releasing golden light.
It was like the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao's third vertical eye.
What happened next astonished Mo Lin; the Jingming Exorcism Sword within his body began to operate on its own.
At that moment, Mo Lin understood why Tang Qingqing had him challenge the Celestial Gate.
Only disciples possessing the Jingming Exorcism Sword could endure it.
If Mo Lin didn't possess the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship, he surely would have been expelled long ago by the oppressive feeling.
Mo Lin's mouth gradually opened as he realized something... Isn't this a form of passing down teachings?
Mo Lin's pupils dilated, showing a look of surprise.
This was the last bit of inheritance Celestial Monarch Xu left for Jingming Daoism.
Allowing whoever entered here to witness the scene of Celestial Monarch Xu slaying the dragon.
This was Celestial Monarch Xu's method of imparting teachings.
Mo Lin didn't know what others experienced entering here.
He also didn't know if others, like him, saw this as Celestial Monarch Xu's imparting of teachings.
But to Mo Lin, that's exactly what it was.
Mo Lin had accidentally obtained the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship before, without a mentor's guidance.
Now, witnessing Celestial Monarch Xu performing the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship and slaying the dragon firsthand.
To Mo Lin, this was like having the best teacher.
Mo Lin followed Celestial Monarch Xu's movements, gradually comprehending the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship.
Outside.
Tang Qingqing watched Mo Lin sitting cross-legged in the middle of the array, her heart anxious.
She had two intentions for having Mo Lin challenge the Celestial Gate.
First, to complete the task and secure the position of the Third Daoist Lord.
Second, to have Mo Lin comprehend the Evil-slaying Swordsmanship.
This was also why she promised Mo Lin he would learn the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship within a month.
This Celestial Gate was the key to Mo Lin mastering the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship.
The longer Mo Lin remained inside, the more he would comprehend.
Everyone only gets one chance to enter the Celestial Gate.
Tang Qingqing's pupils suddenly contracted as she saw blood trickling from Mo Lin's nose.
This was not a good omen.
He had barely held out for two hours, and he was already faltering?
She felt a little regretful at that moment.
If she hadn't been in such a rush, would it have been better to give Mo Lin some time?
Tang Qingqing's emotions were complex, but her face showed no sign of their turmoil.
She crossed her arms over her chest, simply watching Mo Lin.
"Junior Sister, I heard you found the inheritor of our ancestor's legacy?" A heavy voice interrupted.
Looking towards the direction of the voice, it was a young man dressed in black speaking.
This man was rather ordinary-looking, with dark skin.
He was Tang Qingqing's senior brother, Fuqi.
Though they were senior and junior siblings, they didn't have a good relationship.
If it weren't for Mo Lin impersonating the ancestor's inheritor, granting Tang Qingqing some opportunities.
Tang Qingqing's position as the Third Daoist Lord would have been snatched by Fuqi.
Already in a bad mood, Tang Qingqing's face turned even darker upon seeing Fuqi.
"What do you want?" Tang Qingqing frowned, speaking coldly to Fuqi.
Fuqi didn't reply; his gaze fell on the young man sitting on the ground in the distance.
The young man was bleeding from his nose and ears.
Seeing this, Fuqi's worries instantly vanished.
With Mo Lin like this, there was no way he could last twenty-four hours.
He was secretly pleased, but he still had to follow through with his plans.
"There's only one Third Daoist Lord position. Why must you compete with me for it?" Fuqi questioned Tang Qingqing.
"It's you competing with me." Tang Qingqing's grip tightened on the oil-paper umbrella.
She raised her voice, "This position was exchanged by Master at the cost of his life; it can only be mine."
"Give me the position, and the terms are yours to set." Fuqi spoke slowly.
"Leave." Tang Qingqing coldly uttered a single word.
Fuqi shifted his tone, pointing at Mo Lin and taunting Tang Qingqing, "Can't you see this useless guy is bleeding from all seven orifices?
Do you really think he can last for twenty-four hours? Survive the Celestial Gate?
Utterly ridiculous."
"It doesn't concern you, just mind your own business." Tang Qingqing retorted coldly.
Fuqi gritted his teeth hard, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot.
The gaze wanted nothing more than to tear Tang Qingqing apart.
Fuqi stood there, watching Mo Lin, letting his murderous intent flow unchecked.
"Aren't you leaving? Is there something you need here?" Tang Qingqing's tone progressively grew impatient.
If they weren't from the same sect, she would have acted long ago; she wouldn't waste words with Fuqi.
"Others might not know, but I do. This guy's impersonating the ancestor's direct disciple," Fuqi said, and the reason was simple.
The ancestor's direct disciple couldn't just coincidentally be found by Tang Qingqing.
Tang Qingqing fabricated the idea of a direct disciple, merely to vie for the Third Daoist Lord's position.
Because he had done the same thing.
"And then?" Tang Qingqing asked coldly.
"Lately, many people have claimed to be the ancestor's direct disciple. The higher-ups have decided to send them to the Ninth Generation Disciple Palace to verify their identity." As he said this, Fuqi squinted his eyes, revealing a grin that was sickeningly disrespectful.
As soon as Mo Lin went to verify his identity, it would be exposed immediately.