Protect Our Patriarch

The atmosphere within the Basalt Ice Pavilion suddenly became very strange.

After a long moment of stunned silence, the shocked look in the eyes of the Ice Ripple Elder gradually turned sharp.

Then she laughed in anger, "Very well! Since when can Changchun Valley come to my Basalt Ice Hall for a visit?"

"Master, please calm down." Fang You'an quickly stood up, "There might be some misunderstanding here, let me go and find out."

"No need." The Ice Ripple Elder waved her sleeve, the anger or "laughter" in her eyes gradually receded, appearing calm and composed, "Since Changchun has come to visit according to the rules, my Basalt Ice Hall cannot be impolite. I am curious to see what Changchun has in mind."

The disciples in the Basalt Ice Pavilion, who had been following the Ice Ripple Elder for at least several decades, understood her temperament very well.

Seeing her like this, all the disciples couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

This is a big deal!

Especially Fang You'an, he was filled with emotion. Elder of Changchun, Elder of Changchun, why did you have to provoke my master when you were doing well in Changchun Valley?

Meanwhile.

Outside the Basalt Ice Hall.

All the disciples of the Basalt Ice Hall were stunned on the spot.

Obviously, the visit of the Elder of Changchun was beyond everyone's imagination, it felt so incredible.

Especially the new disciples, they looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what had happened.

"Brother Jianye." Wang Zongsheng asked in a low voice, "Does the so-called visit to our Basalt Ice Hall mean what you just said?"

Yuwen Jianye responded in a low voice, "If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid it is."

"Didn't Brother De'an say that he would take us to other sects for a visit?" Wang Zongsheng asked with a puzzled face, "Why are we being visited by others?"

"Maybe others think we are weak." Yuwen Jianye guessed.

"You two shut up." Kang De'an scolded in embarrassment. He was more flustered because the visit of Changchun Valley was unprecedented, and he didn't know what to do.

On the square of the Basalt Ice Hall, many disciples who were practicing or learning Xuanwu martial arts were also discussing fervently.

The entire square seemed to have fallen into chaos.

At this moment.

A stern male voice came from the sky, "Calm down."

All the disciples of the Basalt Ice Hall seemed to have been injected with a shot of adrenaline, and they became slightly excited.

"It's Brother You'an."

"Brother You'an is a legendary figure in the Basalt Ice Hall, one of the direct disciples, and it is said that he has already advanced to the Celestial Realm."

Obviously, his status and prestige were extremely high, and the chaotic scene was immediately brought under control.

In the Basalt Ice Pavilion, a white figure stepped into the air.

He walked in the air as if on flat ground, each step taking him dozens of feet away, and in the blink of an eye, he was hovering above the square of the Basalt Ice Hall.

That was Fang You'an.

He was dressed in a white robe, with a long sword hanging on his back, looking majestic. His temperament was gentle yet authoritative. Floating in the sky, he looked like an immortal.

A Celestial!

The new disciples looked at the man in the sky, their eyes filled with fanaticism and admiration.

This was the Celestial Realm. Compared to the lofty Purple Mansion Realm, the Celestial Realm was more familiar to everyone. Some seventh-rank families even had Celestials guarding them.

Among these new disciples, there were those from seventh-rank families, and even some from sixth-rank families. The status of the Celestial Realm in their minds was comparable to heaven.

At the same time, Fang You'an's gentle voice rang out in the air, "We welcome the visit of the Elder of Changchun to our Basalt Ice Hall! I, You'an, on the orders of my master, respectfully invite the Elder."

As soon as Fang You'an's words fell.

In the thick clouds and snow-filled sky.

A green light suddenly appeared, breaking through the dense clouds. It swam in the air like a beautiful ribbon, wherever it passed, the dark clouds dispersed and the snow melted.

It was truly a grand sight.

The green light moved extremely fast, and in just a few breaths, it arrived above the square of the Basalt Ice Hall. The light spread out, making the icy Basalt Ice Hall shine brightly, full of greenery, creating a unique atmosphere.

The Elder of Changchun stood on the light, his face glowing red, and his white hair fluttering, looking like an old immortal with an ethereal aura.

As soon as this scene appeared.

Everyone in the Basalt Ice Hall held their breath, silent as if afraid to disturb the Elder.

If the Celestial Realm required everyone to look up in awe, the Purple Mansion Elder was already a legendary existence. Many descendants of families in the Longzuo Commandery lived their whole lives without ever having the chance to see a Purple Mansion Elder.

"Oh, isn't this You'an? How did you become a Celestial in the blink of an eye?" The Elder of Changchun said with a warm smile on his face.

Fang You'an broke out in a cold sweat, but respectfully saluted, "Elder, you're joking. I've been in the Celestial Realm for over fifty years."

"Ah, seeing the young talents of our Purple Mansion Academy grow and thrive, I feel very gratified." The Elder of Changchun stroked his long white beard, full of emotion, "I remember when you were young and led a team to visit my Changchun Valley, that spirited scene is still fresh in my mind. Even now, when I think back, I can't help but sigh."

Fang You'an, who was floating in the sky, was sweating profusely, and could only accompany him with a smile, "Elder, you have a good memory."

In the green light, Wang Shouzhe also found it amusing.

This Elder of Changchun really wasn't bragging, his memory was indeed not very good. He remembered things from over a hundred years ago very clearly.

It was said that among the Purple Mansion Academy, the Elder of Changchun had the best temper, did not like to fight with others, and was naturally peaceful.Sure enough, rumors are just rumors. The so-called calm and desireless demeanor is probably because they can't beat others, right?

He repeatedly claimed that the Angry God of Binglan was vengeful, but in reality, he was no better.

Wang Shouzhe also sighed in his heart, rumors can't always be trusted!

"Changchun, stop showing off in my Xuanbing Palace."

A cold and majestic female voice suddenly echoed in the sky above the Xuanbing Palace. Immediately, a blizzard that blocked the sky and sun swept in. The Angry God of Binglan stood in the midst of it, like the embodiment of ice and snow, awe-inspiring.

As soon as she appeared, her sharp eyes fixed on the Angry God of Changchun: "Changchun, have you eaten the gall of a leopard? Dare to cause trouble in my Xuanbing Palace! If you have any skills, show them, I, Binglan, will take them all."

"Binglan, your temper is still as impulsive as ever." The Angry God of Changchun chuckled, "I rarely visit your Xuanbing Palace, there's no rush to discuss matters. Come, come, taste the spiritual tea I personally cultivated - Changchun Spiritual Tea. Regular consumption of this tea can delay aging and calm the mind."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and tables and chairs appeared in the air. Then he began to brew tea methodically.

Speaking of which, he learned this trick from the Angry God of Xuanyao. He felt it was quite stylish, so he borrowed it for use.

"Alright, alright." The Angry God of Binglan suppressed her anger and sneered, "Today, I want to see what tricks you can play."

Changchun Spiritual Tea is a good thing. He usually treasures it and rarely brings it out. Even the Angry God of Binglan didn't want to miss it.

The two of them then sat in the air and started drinking the spiritual tea.

The disciples of the Xuanbing Palace gathered in the square.

Even Ancestor Long Yan and Ji Mingyu came down from the Xuanbing Pavilion.

Their expressions were somewhat complex and solemn.

They all realized that the visitor had ill intentions. The Angry God of Changchun dared to cause trouble today, he must have something to rely on.

After taking two sips of the spiritual tea, the Angry God of Binglan couldn't help but say, "Changchun, now that you've had your tea, you can show your tricks, right?"

"There are no tricks. I'm just bringing the new disciples to see the Xuanbing Palace as usual." The Angry God of Changchun stroked his beard, looking like a fairy, "Since you, Binglan, are a bit anxious, I'll let my disciples come and pay their respects first."

With that, he waved his sleeve, and the green light floating in the air slowly descended to the ground.

First, a group of new disciples came out. They were all fresh faces, looking around curiously.

Then a group of older disciples came out.

Then another group of older disciples came out.

And then...

And then...

From the large green light, more than two hundred disciples came out one after another.

"So this is the Xuanbing Palace, why is there only one color?"

"This place is really cold, I don't know how the disciples of the Xuanbing Palace live?"

"There are blizzards everywhere, the atmosphere is so oppressive.

"Brother, I'm scared." "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this Xuanbing Palace is also part of our Zifu Academy, it's not a dangerous place."

These more than two hundred disciples had never been to the Xuanbing Palace, and they were immediately stunned by the scenery.

The thick clouds in the sky, the pervasive snow, it was like a northern landscape.

They lived in the sunny and vibrant Changchun Valley and didn't have the privilege to go to other places. Naturally, they couldn't imagine that there was such a snowy place in the Zifu Academy.

Naturally, they were all amazed and marveled, and all kinds of strange comments were made.

Such a scene stunned all the disciples of the Xuanbing Palace.

The eyes of the Angry God of Binglan became colder and colder.

She squeezed out a voice from between her teeth: "Changchun, you brought so many people here. Are you here to see the sights or to attack my Xuanbing Palace?"

However, she was also a little wary in her heart. The longer Changchun lived, the deeper his cultivation became. This divine power "Spring Radiance" was getting stronger and stronger, and he could actually fly with more than two hundred people.

Speaking of "Spring Radiance", this was a divine power that the Angry God of Changchun had refined. Not only could it defend and fly, but it could also continuously heal and recover vitality and energy while in it.

It was the best divine power for group battles.

Unfortunately, since it was a divine power for group battles, its power in a one-on-one fight was naturally far from enough.

"Binglan, don't be anxious." The Angry God of Changchun leisurely sipped his spiritual tea, his smile becoming warmer, "This matter, it's also because my Changchun lineage is not strong enough. These disciples have lived until now and have never been to the Xuanbing Palace. With this opportunity, let the children broaden their horizons, don't blame me."

The way he said it, it was as if the Xuanbing Palace had done something wrong?

Who's to blame for your lack of strength?

This made the Angry God of Binglan secretly angry. She raised her starry eyes and said, "So you mean, you're strong enough now?"

"What do you mean by enough?" The Angry God of Changchun was extremely modest, "I just happened to get a disciple who has some abilities. I thought I'd let him come and pay his respects to you, Binglan, and learn from the brothers of the Xuanbing Palace."

"Good, very good."

This smug look made the Angry God of Binglan suppress her urge to beat him up. She sneered, "I want to see what kind of extraordinary disciple you have that gives you such confidence."

As soon as she said this, everyone's attention was focused.

Even Fang You'an, Ancestor Long Yan, Ji Mingyu and others had solemn and curious looks in their eyes. A disciple who was highly valued by the Angry God of Changchun was definitely not to be underestimated.

"My dear disciple, come out and meet everyone." The voice of the Angry God of Changchun rang out.

In the midst of all the attention.

A man walked out of the green light. He walked out with his hands behind his back, a proud look on his face.He looked to be around forty or fifty years old, with a somewhat sleazy appearance.

Just like this?

Everyone in the Xuanbing Hall was taken aback. Could it be? This man was not only ordinary-looking, but also exuded an undeniable sleazy aura, completely lacking the demeanor of a proud and outstanding talent.

Even the beautiful eyes of Master Binglan passed over him with a hint of uncertainty. Could this man really be the support of Changchun?

"Isn't this Brother Jinshan from Changchun Valley?"

Finally, someone recognized him.

Brother Jinshan ignored everyone and respectfully bowed to the rosy light, saying, "Please welcome Brother Wang Shouzhe."

Then, the more than two hundred disciples of Changchun Valley shouted in unison, "Please welcome Brother Wang Shouzhe." The sound was so loud that it seemed to scatter many of the clouds in the sky.

This startled everyone in the Xuanbing Hall.

Then Wang Shouzhe slowly stepped out, his face slightly flushed. This embarrassing way of making an entrance was, of course, not his idea.

It was Brother Jinshan who proposed the plan to Master Changchun. After Master Changchun deliberated and modified it several times, it became the final plan.

In their words.

This was Changchun Valley's first visit to Xuanbing Hall, and they couldn't lose their manners or style.

Then Wang Shouzhe, following Master Changchun's plan, bowed to the sky and loudly said, "Wang Shouzhe, a disciple of the Changchun lineage, pays his respects to Master Binglan."

By this time, Ancestor Long Yan's eyes were somewhat dull. Hadn't Shouzhe said that he would keep a low profile on this trip to the academy?

But Master Binglan's beautiful eyes paused, secretly thinking that this boy was quite handsome, but she didn't know...

Before she could finish her thought.

Among the new disciples of Xuanbing Hall, a boy as robust as a calf jumped up excitedly and shouted, "Fourth Uncle, Fourth Uncle, it's you. It's me, it's me, I'm Wang Zongsheng."

Then, the gazes of countless Xuanbing Hall disciples all focused on him, as if they wanted to kill him.

Wang Zongsheng reacted and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Uh...

Is it too late for me to switch sides?

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