novelraw Chapter 80 : The Old Ancestor Was Dumbfounded, This Generation of Disciples Is Hard to Lead
Chapter 80 : The Old Ancestor Was Dumbfounded, This Generation of Disciples Is Hard to Lead
Chapter 80: The Old Ancestor Was Dumbfounded, This Generation of Disciples Is Hard to Lead
At the peak of the Main Peak, clouds and mist coiled around.
True Lord Xuantian sat cross-legged on his meditation cushion, eyes closed, yet his divine sense spread out like a tide, enveloping the entire Qingyun Sect.
He had originally thought that by locking up that “snake head” Chu Feng and cutting off all internal and external communication with a Nascent Soul restriction, that runaway machine called the “Ascension Group” would soon descend into chaos and collapse without its leader.
At that time, he would only need to offer some reassurance, and the sect would return to its proper order.
However, half a day had passed.
The chaos he had expected never came.
In its place appeared a kind of “order” that he could not comprehend at all.
In his divine sense, the entire Qingyun Sect seemed to have transformed into a massive beehive.
Countless disciples moved between various areas, gathering and communicating. They were no longer panicked or lost. Instead… they were organized, with clear goals.
The outer sect disciples had spontaneously organized themselves, maintaining order in all areas and comforting the newly joined “family members.”
The inner sect disciples had formed patrol squads, nominally “to prevent external forces from taking advantage of the situation,” but in truth, they had faintly “protected” the cave dwellings of several elders who had not participated in the “palace rebellion.”
What baffled him the most were those deafening slogans.
“Oppose dictatorship! Return our Group!”
“Protect our collective wealth!”
“Dictatorship?”
For the first time in nearly a thousand years, True Lord Xuantian’s Dao heart wavered in confusion at a single word.
What did this mean? Could it be referring to me?
I have guarded the sect for a thousand years, pouring out my heart and soul—how did that become “dictatorship”?
And “collective wealth”? A bunch of ants who can barely form their Foundation—what wealth could they possibly have? Every tree and blade of grass in the sect belongs to the sect!
True Lord Xuantian felt that his understanding of the world was being shaken like never before.
He felt like a mortal who had slept for a hundred years and awakened to find that the world had utterly changed.
“Someone, come!”
He spoke in a deep voice.
A figure swiftly appeared in the hall—it was Elder Li, one of the few remaining who had stayed neutral and were not deeply bound to the “Ascension Group.”
“Old Ancestor.”
Elder Li knelt tremblingly, not daring to raise his head.
“What is going on outside?”
True Lord Xuantian’s tone was unreadable.
“R–reporting to the Old Ancestor…”
Elder Li’s voice quivered.
“The disciples… the disciples have been bewitched by Chu Feng, and they are… they are protesting.”
“Protesting?”
True Lord Xuantian heard another new word.
“It means… it means…”
Elder Li truly didn’t know how to explain. Finally, he took out a jade slip and presented it with both hands.
“Old Ancestor, if… if you look at this, you will understand.”
It was that “internal letter” sent by Wu Hao, which by now, every member of the sect possessed.
True Lord Xuantian took the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense.
In the next instant, an overwhelming pressure burst out from him!
Crack!
The jade slip in Elder Li’s hands, along with the ground before him, shattered into dust.
“Outrageous!”
True Lord Xuantian was furious.
What had he seen?
He saw himself depicted as a reclusive, stubborn tyrant, one who would destroy his disciples’ future merely to preserve his own authority!
And Liu Changqing, Wang Xuanfu, and those other traitors who had struck at him for their own interests—had become “heroes who spoke for the people,” “martyrs who died to advise!”
The most infuriating of all was that Chu Feng—an insignificant Qi Refining ant he could crush with one hand—had become a “tragic leader” who endured humiliation to protect everyone’s cause?!
Black became white! Lies upon lies!
“What a brilliant public opinion war! What a vicious strike to the heart!”
True Lord Xuantian, being a Nascent Soul powerhouse, instantly grasped Chu Feng’s intent.
But even as he understood, his anger only blazed hotter.
His thousand-year prestige, his honor—tainted by such vile tricks!
“I want to see,” he growled, “just how much weight this so-called ‘public will’ carries before my absolute strength!”
He abruptly stood up, his figure vanishing from the Main Peak.
The next moment, he appeared in the sky above the outer sect square.
It was the most crowded place—thousands of disciples gathered there, shouting slogans under the leadership of Zhang Daniu.
The oppressive might of a Nascent Soul expert descended like the heavens collapsing!
Thud! Thud!
The weaker disciples’ legs gave way instantly. They fell to their knees, their souls crushed by an invisible mountain, their breathing labored.
The shouts on the square stopped abruptly.
Everyone looked up in terror at the divine figure floating in the sky.
The Old Ancestor! The Old Ancestor himself had descended!
True Lord Xuantian was satisfied with this reaction.
In his eyes, these ants simply lacked discipline. Once they experienced true power—once they felt death itself pressing down—they would naturally wake up.
“A bunch of deluded fools!”
His voice rolled like thunder, crashing into every ear.
“Will you still remain blind and unrepentant?!”
Yet the scene that followed was something he had never anticipated.
The kneeling disciples trembled, their faces pale—but their eyes no longer held pure fear and reverence.
In their gaze, there was resentment, unwillingness… and questioning.
At that moment, Zhang Daniu struggled with all his strength to stand up.
He did not attack, nor did he chant slogans.
He only straightened his back, and under the crushing pressure that could have shattered him, he rasped out:
“Old Ancestor… we… we only want to live a little better. Is that wrong?”
That question struck True Lord Xuantian’s heart like a hammer blow.
Then a second, a third disciple stood up, trembling.
They did not resist either—they only looked at True Lord Xuantian with the same eyes.
“Old Ancestor, do you really want to destroy our hope?”
“Old Ancestor, if the Group is gone… what will we do?”
One voice after another gathered into an invisible force that slammed into True Lord Xuantian’s Dao heart.
True Lord Xuantian was dumbfounded.
He had imagined countless possibilities. That the disciples might rebel, flee, or beg for mercy.
But never had he imagined this—that they would resist his supreme authority in this way—with something so close to moral coercion.
He could crush Zhang Daniu with a single palm. He could slaughter everyone in the square.
But could he silence their voices?
Could he erase the longing in their hearts for a better life?
A wave of unprecedented powerlessness surged through him.
He realized that his proud Nascent Soul cultivation, at this moment, felt so… hollow.