"Patriarch!"
The elders could not accept the Patriarch's decision.
But the Ancestors had all died at Song Wanníng's hands. What ability did they have to stop Song Wanníng?
The fallen elder was a lesson carved in blood.
They shut their eyes in pain. Their reddened eyes were filled with helplessness and grief.
In the end, Song Wanníng walked straight into Treasure Pavilion. She carried out everything from the clan treasury, then went to Library.
She swept every book from the shelves. If the storage rings could not hold them, she stored them in her internal world. All of this would be the foundation for the Song Clan after ascension. In the Upper Realm, the Song Clan had no roots and no inherited legacy. After finishing, Song Wanníng clapped the dust from her hands and left.
She did not make things difficult for the remaining disciples. If anyone dared to strike at her, she would not show mercy. As for those despairing faces, she paid them no mind.
Winners rule, losers are trampled. The cultivation world had always been this way.
Besides, the Huo Clan had pursued her relentlessly from the start. Otherwise it would never have come to this.
The Huo Ancestors were all dead.
The Huo treasury had been emptied.
News spread swiftly across the Central Region. Song Wanníng's name resounded there, a terrifying existence everyone feared to provoke.
Soon after, the Huo Clan was carved up by other powers. Without Ancestors to guard them, a few Unity cultivators could not protect such vast holdings.
Cities, shops, mines, all under the Huo banner, were divided among other clans.
Disciples left in droves to seek refuge elsewhere.
At the same time, the Bai Clan sank into mourning, for one of their Ancestors had fallen as well. The elders guessed it might be related to Song Wanníng. There were too few who could kill a Mahayana Ancestor.
One elder proposed taking revenge on Song Wanníng. The Patriarch cursed him out. He issued a strict order. The matter ended here. No one was to bring it up again, and no one was to provoke Song Wanníng. If they encountered her, they were to avoid her. They must not provoke Song Wanníng.
The Huo Clan was a living example. He could not let the Bai Clan be dragged down too. After all, Song Wanníng was alone. Barefoot and fearless. Once she went for the throat, they would not be able to restrain her.
Why seek their own destruction?
…
Rumors about Song Wanníng grew by the day, and they grew more outrageous.
Song Wanníng had no time to care. She devoted herself to breaking the restriction. Once the Central Region's restriction was undone, the spiritual qi of the four regions would soon grow abundant, benefiting everyone's cultivation.
But it was a massive undertaking that would consume a great deal of time. She could only put everything else aside.
At this time, Medicine King Sect secretly received a command from the Upper Realm's Ancestor.
In Mu Zixu's memories, a new fragment appeared, the scene of Song Wanníng seizing the Red Lotus Karma Fire. He had already loathed Song Wanníng. Now his hatred only burned hotter.
Because the Red Lotus Karma Fire was taken, his different flame had been unable to advance for a long time. Later, he even lost a competition to Dao Qing. It became a lifelong humiliation. He became even more convinced that the two were in collusion. He could not let Song Wanníng have a chance to ascend. Otherwise she would become a powerful support for Dao Qing.
"After entering the Central Region, Song Wanníng never came out. The three were taken away earlier, only that Xiao Heyun died. I do not know how Song Wanníng is now."
Wu Qingfeng glanced at the sect master beside him and spoke quietly to Mu Zixu through the drifting smoke and dust.
"She cannot be trapped in the Central Region forever. That woman is full of tricks. You must be careful. Next, I will pass you some new techniques. Once you ascend in the future, this Lord will be your greatest backing." As Mu Zixu spoke, he flicked out a sphere of light. It floated to Wu Qingfeng and the sect master.
Only then did the sect master lift his eyelids. He did not take the light. Instead, he looked at Mu Zixu. "Ancestor, why push a little girl to the brink like this?"
He had been in seclusion for a time. Only after emerging did he learn that Mu Zixu had ordered Medicine King Sect to target a newly ascended girl. He did not support it.
Especially after learning that the girl's talent for alchemy was extraordinary, he cherished talent even more. He did not want her to die young.
So when Mu Zixu demanded that they hunt Song Wanníng with full force today, he said nothing and kept silent until now.
"What do you mean by that?" Mu Zixu's face sank. A junior daring to contradict him left him no face. "Without the Medicine King Sect I built with my own hands, would you be where you are today? What, I arrange a small matter and you already try to shirk it?"
His displeasure was written all over his face. His angry gaze fell on the sect master.
"Without the Ancestor, there would be no Medicine King Sect. But the sect's purpose is to refine pills and heal the world, to save the dying and the wounded. Not to blur public and private, and use the sect's power against a little girl." The sect master's temper finally flared.
Other clans' Ancestors, after ascension, were usually invitations hard to secure, seen once in a great while, offering a few pointers at most. But the Ancestor of Medicine King Sect often used the entire sect to satisfy his personal grudges.
He had long been unhappy with this.
He took the chance to speak his mind.
As for ascending later, with his cultivation speed, ascension was little more than a dream. He only hoped that in his lifetime he could carry Medicine King Sect to new heights. He would have no regrets.
"Say that again. Who is blurring public and private?"
Mu Zixu was livid. A junior dared to accuse him?
Ignorant fool.
"In any case, Medicine King Sect will not be involved." The sect master would no longer indulge Mu Zixu. The other party could not harm him anyway. Let him rage.
"We ask the Ancestor to consider Medicine King Sect more. A junior that outstanding should be recruited into Medicine King Sect." That level of talent was something they could only look up to.
"You… you…" Blue veins throbbed on Mu Zixu's forehead. He pointed at the sect master and could not utter a full sentence.
The sect master did not wish to waste time. He cupped his hands and strode out. That proud back made it clear he did not put Mu Zixu in his eyes.
Mu Zixu flew into a towering rage and scolded Wu Qingfeng until the younger man's head rang.
Wu Qingfeng was sullen, but unlike the sect master, he still pinned his hopes on Mu Zixu's protection after ascension. So he could only accept the scolding with bowed head and silence.
After a long while, Mu Zixu finally cooled somewhat. "If he will not do it, then you will.
As long as you kill Song Wanníng, I will let you sit in the sect master's seat.
After you ascend, I will take you as my personal disciple. Then you will be a true disciple of Wuji Sect. Everyone will owe you some respect."