I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 1294 - 498: The Ancestor Arrives! Disciplining Tianshu Pavilion!

Sure, here’s the translated text:

"Chen, please come this way."

Chen Mo and Ling Ningzhi entered the mountain gate, climbing up the stone steps, with Qi Xuan and Jing Yun leading the way ahead, smiles radiant on their faces.

Although they had never met Chen Mo before, his name was well-known to them.

The Cloud Top Ranking is a list established by Tianshu Pavilion, listing the prodigies under thirty in the entire Jiu Zhou.

Chen Mo, as an emerging figure, had just been listed and outshone the heir of the Three Saint Sect to take the top spot on the Cloud Top Ranking. Now, he was also the youngest Heavenly Master in Great Yuan, truly the number one of the time!

It’s said that the Daoist Venerable had changed the sect’s rules to allow inner sect disciples to fall in love freely, and it was related to this person...

Qi Xuan looked at that handsome face and said, "I heard from the disciples who returned from Qing Province that this Secret Realm was extremely dangerous. If it weren’t for Chen stepping in, everyone might have perished inside!"

"Indeed." Jing Yun nodded, sighing, "Chen turned the tide and saved people from peril, truly a hero of towering stature! Now seeing him in person, I can tell the rumors are true, he carries an awe-inspiring righteous aura, just looking at him commands respect!"

Seeing their enthusiastic demeanor, Ling Ningzhi’s face darkened, and she scolded, "Guide the way if you’re guiding, where did you two get so many words? As if you’ve never seen a man!"

"We’ve seen men, just not ones this handsome."

"The chief’s temper is really getting worse, are women in love always this unstable?"

The two shrunk their necks, whispering quietly.

"..."

Ling Ningzhi’s eyelids twitched, her hand tightly clenched under her sleeve.

Most of Tianshu Pavilion consists of female cultivators, aside from occasional outings to train, they’ve never interacted with men on ordinary days.

Now with the sect rules suddenly relaxed, it’s inevitable for some hearts to wander, and Chen Mo, as the only male Tributor, is akin to a wolf entering a flock of sheep. Coupled with his ability to attract bees and butterflies, it’s unknown what upheaval he’ll cause in the sect.

If it weren’t for worrying about the master’s safety, she definitely wouldn’t have brought him to Fuyun Mountain.

Just now claiming him as husband before the two was, in a sense, also a declaration of ownership.

Chen Mo didn’t think that much, it was his first time to Tianshu Pavilion. His gaze filled with curiosity as he looked around, with beautiful peaks and green ridges stretching like an ink landscape painting, giving a sense of ethereal transcendence.

The four continued upwards along the winding mountain path, as the mist grew denser.

Arriving at the mountain summit, Jing Yun pinched a Daoist Formula, as a faint glow spread, dispersing the fog, clearing the sight.

Dong—

The sound of a resonant bell echoed in their ears.

In front of them, countless pavilions were built along the mountains, green bricks and white tiles layered, in the azure sky streaks of light occasionally flashed by, cranes spread their wings, their calls resonating through the sky, truly a scene of a celestial abode.

"Truly worthy of being the Holy Sect of the Daoist Sect, endless in its charm." Chen Mo praised inwardly.

Not far away stood a magnificent hall, bright pillars pure and clean, red eaves adorned with carvings.

In front of the palace square, a towering green stone statue stood imposingly, dressed in a long robe with wide sleeves, its face clear and ethereal, the drooping eyes seemingly able to see through all things in the world.

"This is?" Chen Mo looked at the statue, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Qi Xuan’s expression was full of reverence, answering, "This is the statue of the founding ancestor of Tianshu Pavilion. He started from nothing, created the Great Dao, laying a foundation for millennia, revered by the world as the ’Daoist Ancestor.’"

"Daoist Ancestor..."

Chen Mo’s eyes flickered, without saying much more.

Ling Ningzhi asked, "Where is the master now?"

"The Sect Master has been in seclusion at the rear mountain since returning from Qing Province, never revealing himself..." Jing Yun led them across the square, heading to the rear mountain, encountering disciples along the way were casting intrigued glances.

Ling Ningzhi hadn’t returned to the sect for more than half a year, now she arrives with a man, it’s hard not to let people think much.

Arriving at a tightly closed stone gate, Jing Yun and Qi Xuan stopped and said, "This is the forbidden area of the sect, we are not qualified to enter, can only bring you here."

Ling Ningzhi’s brows furrowed more tightly.

The master, whenever in seclusion, mostly stayed in the inner hall or Heavenly Pond, rarely coming to the rear mountain.

And all the way here, besides inner sect disciples, not one elder was seen, the uneasy feeling in her heart grew stronger.

She stepped forward and knocked on the door ring.

Dong dong dong—

Moments later, a hoarse voice came through, "Who is it?"

"Disciple Qingxuan, seeking master for an urgent matter." Ling Ningzhi spoke out.

A silence fell behind the door, after a long while, with a rumbling muffled sound, it slowly opened a crack, "Come in."

Chen Mo and Ling Ningzhi pushed the door and entered.

Inside was a circular mountain hollow, a strand of slanting sunlight descended through the skylight above, among the green pines and cypresses, a solitary ancient temple hung, its mottled walls bearing the marks of years’ erosion.

In front of the temple, more than a dozen Daoist Nuns gathered together.

They wore robes of various colors, from their appearance, the ages varied greatly; some were in their youth, vibrant and beautiful, some were full of silvery hair, old and frail. Yet all without exception exuded powerful auras.

Chen Mo roughly scanned them, the weakest among them seemed to be above Second Grade, with some old Daoists having profound, unfathomable auras, even he couldn’t discern reality.

As soon as the two entered, the stone door behind them closed on its own, all eyes fell upon them.

Ling Ningzhi realized, quickly bowed and saluted, "Disciple Qingxuan, greets the esteemed elders! Blessings of the Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate, Qingxuan, you’ve finally returned."