Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Celestial Master’s Mansion
Chapter 341: Heavenly Master, Lei Jun

“In the battle with Huang Xuanpu, Eldest Senior Sister was also seriously injured and is still recovering. Please forgive her absence.”

Lei Jun, Yuan Mobai, and Shangguan Ning accompanied Tang Xiaotang in receiving Chu Yu, Zhang Mu, and the others.

Xu Yuanzhen was indeed injured—but not to the extent that she couldn’t meet people.

She just never participated in occasions like this anyway.

Chu Yu, Zhang Mu, and the other Tang Imperial representatives were obviously aware of that and didn’t bring it up.

With Tang Xiaotang, Lei Jun, and Yuan Mobai present, that was enough.

This time, the Tang Imperial Court showed no hesitation.

They were directly bestowing the title of Daoist True Person to four individuals at once:

Xu Yuanzhen.
Tang Xiaotang.
Lei Jun.
Yuan Mobai.

But since all titles went to Mount Longhu alone, there was no concern that it would dilute the value of the honors due to overuse.

If anything, it only further boosted Mount Longhu’s prestige.

Since the founding of the Great Tang Dynasty, no other sect or holy land had ever received such favor.

Looking back through past dynasties, this was extremely rare.

As such, the Tang Court had already debated this move extensively.

There was no question that a reward was warranted.

And the titles should be given.

Even giving four titles wasn’t an issue.

But should they all be granted at once? Could they be staggered?

Ultimately, Empress Zhang Wantong made the final call.

Thus, the four True Daoists of Mount Longhu were born.

“Her Majesty’s favor—I’m deeply honored,” Yuan Mobai said calmly. “The Head of the Sect, Junior Niece Yuanzhen, and Chongyun have all done great service for the people and the nation. I’m just a mediocre man and truly unworthy of such heavenly honors.”

Lei Jun was just as composed. “Her Majesty’s grace overwhelms me. Eldest Senior Sister and Sect Master Senior Sister have both reached the Great Ascension realm and fully deserve the title of True Person. As for me, my cultivation and qualifications are still shallow. I don’t belong in their ranks.”

While there was no written rule about cultivation levels, it had become tradition that anyone granted the title of True Daoist by the Tang Court had to have reached the Great Ascension stage—the Ninth Heaven.

Excluding the recent case of Huang Xuanpu, the last Protector True Daoist of the Great Tang had been Li Zhiyuan, the first Tianshi of the Tianshi Mansion.

Of course, reaching the Ninth Heaven didn’t automatically earn one the title.

It was more about timing and contribution.

Typically, only those who made great contributions to the Tang Empire were honored this way.

Xu Yuanzhen had reached the Ninth Heaven even before Huang Xuanpu’s identity as the Mortal Dao Nation’s emperor was exposed.

However, her duel with Ye Moquan in Jinzhou had been framed as a personal challenge.

Later, she destroyed the Huangtian Sect’s overseas altar, which—though tied to the Tianshi Mansion’s grudge—still counted as a contribution to the empire, just a lesser one.

Then during the war with Tianli, she up and disappeared midway.

Add in some scandal from the past involving “Old Real Person Huang,” and her own title as “True Person Xu” had been shelved ever since.

Not that she minded.

But now that both Huang Xuanpu and the Mortal Dao Nation were history, the Court had no reason to keep playing dumb.

As for Lei Jun’s remarks, both Chu Yu and Zhang Mu simply smiled and shook their heads.

You might’ve joined Mount Longhu late, but Tang Xiaotang’s younger than you by two years. As for cultivation, no one in the mortal world still thinks you’re “just” an Eighth Heaven cultivator.

“You’re being too modest, Daoist Lei,” said Chu Yu. “Your role in eliminating the demonic cultivator Huang Xuanpu and restoring order to the empire is nearly unmatched since the founding of the Great Tang.

“And even putting the Mortal Dao Nation aside, your defeat of the traitor Yang Yuqi in the Deep Sea was itself a major contribution to the Tang realm.”

Of all the remaining Sui Dynasty bloodlines, the most influential were the Shengkang King’s line—Yang Yuqi—and Wei Anchang, a powerful defector to the Witch Sect.

Without those two, even if others tried to stir up trouble under the old Sui banner, it wouldn’t amount to much.

During the Deep Sea battle, Lei Jun had first killed Yang Yuqi, then held off Wei Anchang.

Tang Xiaotang later personally killed Wei Anchang.

So even before the Mortal Dao Nation’s end, the Tianshi Mansion had already closed the book on the Sui legacy.

Even without the Mortal Dao Nation, those merits alone made Tang Xiaotang and Lei Jun fully worthy of the title Protector True Person of the Tang Dynasty.

“Daoist Yuan, you too shouldn’t downplay your deeds. You were instrumental in taking down the traitors and demonic cultivators like Rong Guangchen,” said Prince Xunan, Zhang Mu, with a smile.

“Over the years, though you’ve mostly stayed secluded on the mountain, your role as a pillar of strength in stabilizing the South is plain for all to see.”

Yuan Mobai kept his warm, composed smile—neither proud nor humbled. He offered polite deflection, but didn’t push back too hard.

After Zhang Mu’s words, he glanced at his disciple, Lei Jun.

Lei Jun met his gaze.

In his always-serene eyes, Yuan Mobai now showed a rare hint of amusement.

He didn’t care much about the title itself—but he did find it funny that, in a way, he was getting this honor thanks to his own disciple.

Yuan Mobai’s contributions were sufficient, but his cultivation hadn’t yet reached the Ninth Heaven. So the Court could have easily chosen to wait.

But Lei Jun was absolutely going to be granted the title.

His achievements were too great—and he was the incoming Tianshi.

Such a significant moment couldn’t go without imperial recognition.

The Tang Dynasty wasn’t strictly governed by filial piety, but it certainly didn’t ignore it either.

Xu Yuanzhen and Tang Xiaotang had no master above them. Lei Jun still had Yuan Mobai.

Since Lei Jun broke precedent by receiving the title at Eighth Heaven, and Yuan Mobai’s merits met the bar, the Tang Court decided to honor them both—four True Daoists from Mount Longhu, all at once.

It was not only a reward for the Tianshi Mansion, but a move with deeper strategic and symbolic meaning for the empire.

Yuan Mobai didn’t mind being “swept along” in the tally. In fact, it added a spark to his eyes as he glanced playfully at his disciple.

Lei Jun blinked innocently.

Chu Yu and Zhang Mu had already come ahead of time to coordinate with the Tianshi Mansion, and the Court had prepared several drafts of possible titles—especially focused on Tang Xiaotang.

Mount Longhu had a long-standing line of inherited titles: True Person of the Three Caves and Three Heavens, Master of Dragon and Tiger.

These weren’t often spoken aloud anymore but remained part of the legacy.

In the Tang era, titles for Protector True Daoists from the Tianshi Mansion had followed a system.

Li Zhiyuan’s title was Tongtian Yuqi Protector True Daoist.

Tang Xiaotang, currently the Tianshi, would’ve been granted “Tongtian.”

But she was about to pass the role to Lei Jun, and this wasn’t a posthumous title.

So the Court needed to know her preference.

Before becoming Tianshi, she had dreamed of the position. Now that she was handing it off, she wasn’t too attached to the labels.

“Tongtian Demon-Suppressing Protector True Daoist… Shenshao Demon-Suppressing Protector True Daoist…”

Tang Xiaotang tilted her head, thinking. “I like the second one better.”

Chu Yu smiled. “There’s still time. No need to rush.”

Tang Xiaotang waved it off. “No need to wait. Just go with that one.”

Zhang Mu nodded. “In that case, I will submit the memorial to Her Majesty immediately. After the Tianshi succession ceremony, this will be formally announced to the world.”

So it was settled:

Xuan Heaven Vast Virtue Protector True Daoist – Xu Yuanzhen
Shenshao Demon-Suppressing Protector True Daoist – Tang Xiaotang
Doumu Radiant Protector True Daoist – Yuan Mobai
Tongtian Responsive Origin Protector True Daoist – Lei Jun (incoming Tianshi)

“By the way, that rumor about the State Preceptor—is it true?” Tang Xiaotang, still officially the Tianshi, had her curiosity piqued.

Chu Yu and Zhang Mu both nodded. “It’s true—but not yet finalized.”

Tang Xiaotang raised an eyebrow. “This would be a first since the founding of the Tang Empire, right?”

Chu Yu said, “Yes. Which is why it’s causing so much debate… and plenty of opposition.”

“Ooh…” Her eyes sparkled with interest.

Chu Yu, well-acquainted with her personality, smiled gently. “Her Majesty brought it up herself. Based on merit and virtue, Mount Longhu’s Daoists are the top candidates. But whether it happens still depends on Her Majesty’s will.”

Tang Xiaotang coughed. “It’s fine, no rush, no rush.”

With the titles decided, Chu Yu and Zhang Mu submitted the memorial to the court.

The actual conferral would take place during the New Year Tianshi succession ceremony.

In the meantime, for their service in quelling the Mortal Dao Nation and the Shushan heretics, the Tang Court had already prepared a trove of rewards and brought them to Mount Longhu.

Unlike the Sumeru Vajra Division, Mount Longhu’s contributions were undisputed.

So the court didn’t hold back: a bounty of rare treasures accompanied Chu Yu and Zhang Mu.

Most eye-catching among them were three Stones of Grand Firmament (Taiyu Stones).

Said to predate the creation of the heavens, they were filled with spiritual power and spatial mysteries.

To Talismanic Daoists, they were priceless treasures.

From the Seventh to Eighth Heaven, cultivators worked to open their own inner Divine Court universe.

At the Eighth Heaven, this universe expanded and resonated with the outer world, beginning to shape and influence reality.

The key was the expansion of that internal space—and the Taiyu Stones played a vital role in that process.

For Eighth-Heaven cultivators like Lei Jun and Yuan Mobai, already at the third tier External Divine Court Stage, refining a Taiyu Stone could greatly accelerate their progress to the fourth tier: Superior Divine Court Stage.

These stones were exactly what Talismanic cultivators needed.

“Such treasures… even the Tang Court would find them hard to come by,” Lei Jun murmured.

With the tides of spiritual energy rising in the mortal world, many long-lost resources had reappeared.

But Taiyu Stones were clearly not among them.

They had to be from the very beginning of existence.

“Not bad,” Xu Yuanzhen said, casually picking up one and playing with it before putting it away. “I’ll take one. Could be useful.”

Lei Jun looked at Yuan Mobai.

But Yuan Mobai smiled and shook his head. “It would help my cultivation too—but there’s no point hoarding. The Crimson Spirit Wildbone you brought back last time is enough for me to study for now.”

Tang Xiaotang, meanwhile, wasn’t focused on the stones.

She looked around with a mischievous smile. “State Preceptor of the Great Tang… sounds nice.”

Xu Yuanzhen said, “That’s just the old balancing act between Daoists and Buddhists. But it seems those monks from Sumeru are quite keen on it?”

Lei Jun added, “Given their usual behavior and ambitions, I’d say yes.”

Xu Yuanzhen said, “I’m a little curious about it, but not interested in the position itself.”

Wang Guiyuan sighed. “For anyone, it’s like dancing on a volcano. Center of attention, surrounded by pressure.”

He looked to Tang Xiaotang. “Sect Master, this State Preceptor title—it’s more like a National Protector, not necessarily the emperor’s personal teacher or Initiation Master.”

“Of course I know that,” Tang Xiaotang snorted. “But what it truly means still depends on who ends up sitting in that seat.”

Wang Guiyuan could only smile wryly.

Lei Jun waved over his eldest disciple. “Kid, you’re famous now.”

As part of Lei Jun’s personal reward, the court had prepared a rare spiritual item specifically for him:

Emerald Light Immortal Bamboo—a unique spirit plant.

Yuan Mobai’s background was no secret, but since he always stayed in human form, no one brought it up to his face.

Zhuo Huajie, on the other hand, was a different story.

So when rewarding Lei Jun, the court had added the bamboo as a nod to his one and only Direct Disciple.

“Your disciple is of little use and hardly worth mentioning. All of this is thanks to Master’s teachings,” said the young bear with serious formality, hands neatly folded in front of him.

But then he ruined the moment.

“Master, I know you’re busy. If needed, I can help take care of this spirit plant…”

Lei Jun reached out, grabbed his eldest disciple, and gave him a rough head rub. “Lucky you.”

Zhuo Baojie grinned ear to ear, his earlier formal demeanor completely gone.

To be fair, he had been diligent in his cultivation and had progressed rapidly.

But truth be told, pushing his master to train harder had been more effective than training himself. After twenty years of hard work, he'd gone from being just another elder’s disciple to a high-ranking one, and now he was about to become the personal disciple of the Tianshi.

Those in the know understood his journey. Those who didn’t might think he’d swapped out three different masters in twenty years...

Still, greedy as the little bear could be, he always had his priorities straight.

Compared to the Emerald Light Immortal Bamboo, what mattered most now as Lei Jun’s disciple was the upcoming Tianshi succession ceremony.

With the New Year approaching, guests had started arriving at Mount Longhu.

Zhuo Baojie was responsible for receiving them on behalf of his master.

After years of experience, he was now completely familiar with the etiquette and formalities.

As he grew older, aside from a few people like Lei Jun, Zhuo Baojie was now stern and composed in his dealings with others. He was slowly developing the bearing of a young grandmaster, a testament to his elite tutelage.

Because of the New Year, most of the guests outside the Daoist Talisman lineage would arrive a few days later.

Those visiting before year’s end were mostly from other major branches of the Talisman sect.

They came early to attend the final New Year ceremony presided over by Tang Xiaotang in her role as Tianshi, and would remain afterward for the formal succession ceremony.

“Disciple Zhuo Huajie greets Granduncle.”

Zhuo Baojie led a middle-aged man in a green robe into the room. “Master is waiting for you.”

The guest was none other than Tu Guangyu, head of the Tianxu Sect. He smiled and nodded, following Zhuo Baojie inside.

Lei Jun greeted him politely. “Uncle Tu.”

Tu Guangyu returned the bow. “Congratulations, Elder Lei.”

Lei Jun replied, “You’re too kind. My master is currently hosting Uncle Mu and Uncle Lu from the Zixiao Sect. I’ll have someone bring you over in a bit.”

“No rush,” Tu Guangyu said with a smile.

The Tianxu Sect had naturally brought congratulatory gifts for the succession.

Their disciples weren’t strangers to Mount Longhu, and would deliver the offerings to the Tianshi Mansion’s Treasure Pavilion later.

Tu Guangyu also gave a few personal gifts to Zhuo Baojie.

Zhuo bowed to both Lei Jun and Tu Guangyu before withdrawing to help the Tianxu disciples settle in.

Once only Lei Jun and Tu Guangyu remained, the latter pulled out a miniature storage pouch and handed it over. “This is a small gift and message from Nephew Xia and the others. They asked me to pass it along.”

Lei Jun accepted it calmly. “Senior Brother Xia and Senior Sister Xia are very thoughtful.”

The Huangtian Sect had more or less faded into history. The Xia clan, now led by Xia Xiushan and Xia Qing, had no immediate threats to worry about.

Still, they kept a low profile, changed names, relocated to a remote region, and began anew.

Lei Jun and the Tianshi Mansion kept tabs on them, but maintained a deliberate silence—neither interfering nor inquiring too deeply.

Tu Guangyu then asked, “So, that Junior Brother Lu from the Zixiao Sect…?”

Lei Jun replied, “Uncle Lu? Most likely within the next year or two.”

Hence, his rare visit to the ancestral grounds for this ceremony.

Tu Guangyu nodded gently. “With so many guests, I won’t keep you. I’ll go see Brother Yuan, Brother Mu, and Brother Lu myself.”

“Please, this way,” Lei Jun said courteously.

Later, Zhao Xuan of the Yuhe Sect also arrived with her disciples to attend the ceremony.

Among the gifts she brought, one item caught Lei Jun’s eye.

“This Celestial Fire Meteorite was discovered by one of our disciples by chance,” Zhao Xuan explained. “We brought it back together as a token of congratulations. I hope Elder Lei doesn’t mind the humble gesture.”

Lei Jun traced a finger along the faintly red-glowing black metal. “You’re too kind, Aunt Zhao.”

Given his current cultivation and insight, dozens of ideas flashed through his mind instantly.

This Celestial Fire Meteorite could be refined together with the Seven Star Sword.

Or with the Grand Celestial Mirror.

Or perhaps with the Shenshao Flowing Gold.

There were many possibilities—plenty of time to explore them all.

After a brief chat with Zhao Xuan, who then left to settle her disciples in, Zhuo Baojie returned to report:

“Master, Daoist Brother Nie from Xuanji Temple has arrived. He’s having tea in the side hall.”

With Lei Jun’s approval, Zhuo went to bring Nie Fang in.

Nie Fang bowed respectfully. “Greetings, Elder Lei.”

Lei Jun gave him a look and nodded slightly. “You’ve made real progress.”

“Thanks to the guidance and support of the Tianshi and Elder Lei over the years,” Nie Fang said sincerely.

He also silently thanked the Pale Universe…

“This is my latest creation,” Nie Fang said, pulling out a miniature storage pouch.

Lei Jun replied, “Go ahead, open it here.”

Nie Fang nodded and activated the pouch. A spatial ripple unfolded, and a giant construct emerged—over six zhang tall.

Despite its size, the house remained undisturbed.

A field of invisible spiritual energy contained the behemoth, warping the space slightly to accommodate it.

With Lei Jun’s strength, he didn’t even need to manifest his external Divine Court. A slight exertion of power was more than enough.

He focused his gaze.

The massive construct was entirely black, neither metallic nor wooden in texture. It was a humanoid puppet—an automaton.

“Not bad. It’s taking shape,” Lei Jun nodded.

Nie Fang’s Art of Mechanized Dao blended traditions from the Daoist Talisman sect, the Refining sect, and even the long-lost Mo School’s automaton techniques.

It retained traits from all of them.

For instance, in the Refining—or Outer Alchemy—lineage, forging one’s life-bound artifact was both a cultivation and transformation process.

Nie Fang’s mechanized creations didn’t quite bond the same way, but building his puppets still enhanced his own cultivation. The two advanced together.

As his power grew, he could craft more powerful and intricate automatons, which in turn would help him protect the Dao and uphold the faith.

If the puppet was damaged, it wouldn’t affect the user as severely as losing a life-bound artifact—but there would still be some impact.

Most of Nie Fang’s constructs were humanoid—head, arms, legs. This ensured resonance with their master’s spirit and will, allowing for seamless control like an extension of the body.

In battle against powerful foes, he would merge with the puppet.

Without merging, he could still control it with his divine soul—but only at limited range.

“This one,” Nie Fang said, eyes glowing, “I’ve named Countercurrent.”

The current, he believed, would one day return to the Dao, and to the Great Ming.

And then flow upstream again from there.

“It’s still not enough,” Nie Fang admitted. “I have to keep pushing forward.”

Lei Jun asked, “From what I hear, Xuanji Temple’s doing well lately? More disciples?”

Nie Fang nodded. “Every long journey starts with a single step. I don’t expect to leap ahead. I just build steadily, day by day.

“We’ve got more disciples now, especially from local villages. I teach them the basics, and if they can apply it to help their communities, I think that’s already a small success.”

Lei Jun watched him thoughtfully.

This man carried his past grievances, but never lost focus.

He wasn’t greedy or impatient.

His puppet Countercurrent might be designed for combat, but his leadership at Xuanji Temple was grounded, measured, and stable.

Partly, this was thanks to the Tianshi Mansion’s protection—but Nie Fang himself had the steadiness to match.

“After the ceremony, are you heading straight back?” Lei Jun asked.

“No rush,” Nie Fang replied. “I’ve already made arrangements. I can stay longer.”

“Then stick around a few more days,” Lei Jun said. “There might be some matters we can discuss.”

Nie Fang looked surprised, then quickly nodded. “As Elder Lei commands.”

Before the New Year, the various major Talisman branches arrived one after another at Mount Longhu.

On the first day of the New Year, Tang Xiaotang presided over her final New Year ceremony as Tianshi.

Immediately afterward, the succession preparations began.

This year also happened to be the time for the triennial Ordination Ceremony.

At first, there had been talk of postponing it because of the succession, but in the end, the two ceremonies were merged.

After the new Tianshi was installed, the ordination would proceed without pause.

With both events combined, the celebrations spanned more than half the month, making this the biggest gathering at Mount Longhu in years.

The official Tianshi succession ceremony was set for the fifteenth of the first month.

Nine days prior, the ritual proceedings began.

Guests outside the Talisman sect were expected to arrive before the fifth.

From one of the other two Daoist holy lands, Chunyang Palace, the representative was Elder Lü Jinduan—the most senior in age and status.

Chunyang Palace still had no new head.

It had been ten years since Huang Xuanpu’s departure.

Their current situation was much like the Tianshi Mansion after Li Qingfeng’s death.

Jiang Yu remained in seclusion, and Yue Xiling had kept a low profile since the war in Southern Nanzhao, having returned to Luoyang.

Wang Xuan was left behind to hold down the fort.

Several other Chunyang Palace high elders at the Seventh Heaven level came with Lü Jinduan.

One person drew the most attention—a young-looking Daoist named Yu Yichen.

He was one of Chunyang’s rising stars, recently achieving the Seventh Heaven and forming a Nascent Soul in the Alchemy lineage.

With spiritual tides rising, more young talents had emerged.

Though Chunyang had suffered internal strife and external disaster, they were still capable of cultivating new elites.

As a contrast, the other Daoist holy land—Shushan—sent even heavier hitters: their current head, Zhang Taigang, came in person.

“Daoist Brother, you honor us with your presence,” Lei Jun greeted him.

Zhang Taigang smiled. “Back when I became head of Shushan, you came to witness it. And not long ago, your Tang Tianshi helped us drive off the Yellow Springs heretics. So I had to come—duty and courtesy both.”

Lei Jun said, “Sect Master is currently speaking with Elder Lü from Chunyang Palace. I’ve sent someone to inform her. Please, this way.”

“Elder Lü’s here already? Good. I’ve something I’d like to ask you both, and the Tianshi as well,” Zhang Taigang said.

Among those with him were familiar faces like He Dongxing and Ji Chuan—both old acquaintances of Lei Jun—and a relatively unfamiliar one.

This was a Daoist nun named Xie Yiying.

Strictly speaking, her name and likeness were already known throughout the Tang realm.

She had just rarely left Shushan—until now.

Like Yu Yichen from Chunyang, she was a rising star, having recently broken through to the Seventh Heaven in the Daoist Artifact Refining lineage.

She was the third of Shushan’s younger generation to reach the Upper Three Heavens, following Zhang Taigang and the late Liao Jie.

Unfortunately, Shushan, like Chunyang, had suffered greatly from internal and external turmoil, losing many promising young disciples.

Some had their cultivation progress delayed.

For example, Ji Chuan, who knew Lei Jun well, was still at the Sixth Heaven and hadn’t yet attempted the Seventh Heaven’s ordeal.

“The Yellow Springs mess definitely delayed things a bit,” Ji Chuan said casually. “But it’s fine. I’m about ready. Once I’m back from Mount Longhu, I’ll go into retreat and prepare.”

Lei Jun nodded. “Wishing you success.”

“Appreciate it.”

He Dongxing and the other Shushan disciples went off to settle in, guided by the Tianshi Mansion’s hosts.

Zhang Taigang brought Xie Yiying with him to meet Tang Xiaotang and Elder Lü Jinduan.

After exchanging greetings, they all sat down together.

Elder Lü took the lead. “I was just speaking with Tianshi Tang about some unusual happenings in the Northern Desert.”

Lei Jun and Zhang Taigang exchanged a glance. “Oh?”

These days, when the Northern Desert was mentioned, two things came to mind.

The first—was the Northern monsters.

Secondly, when the Void Gateway at Greater and Lesser Pass Mountains opened back then, a division of the Lone Eagle Khanate invaded. The Tang side suppressed them and sealed the gateway, but some remnants of the Lone Eagle Khanate escaped, going into hiding in the Northern Desert.

That was about ten years ago.

Over the years, there have been occasional reports of scattered Lone Eagle remnants being hunted down and killed.

“If it's just them, they’re no longer a threat,” Lü Jinduan said slowly. “But various signs suggest they intend to reopen the Void Gateway and call forth their clansmen's army to re-enter the Tang mortal realm.”

After a brief pause, Elder Lü let out a quiet sigh. “Over the years, we've managed to capture a few of them alive. We've gradually translated their language and script, and the court has extracted some information… though it leaves this old Daoist with mixed feelings.

It's said that the Lone Eagle Khanate is brutal and tyrannical, conquering far and wide, unrestrained in their actions. Among their ranks… are cultivators from our Daoist Alchemical Sect.

Their inheritance is called the Palace of Three Springs, and according to those foreign captives, there's no doubt it’s a direct legacy of our Pure Yang sect.”

Lei Jun and Zhang Taigang exchanged a look, clearly understanding Lü Jinduan’s complicated feelings.

“When soldiers come, we block them; when water floods, we dam it.”

Tang Xiaotang waved her hand casually, then turned curiously to Lei Jun and asked,

“I remember you mentioned that in the history of the mortal realm of the Ming side, there was once a northern tribe that unified the land and founded a dynasty called the Great Qian, which was later overthrown by the Ming?”

Lei Jun replied, “That did happen. According to the historical records in the Heavenly Principle realm, the Great Qian dynasty was indeed overthrown by the Ming, their northern empire collapsed, but their bloodline wasn't wiped out—they merely retreated from the Central Plains of the mortal realm.”

Zhang Taigang added, “There was indeed great upheaval in the flow of time and space back then. Our ancient texts also mention northern tribes. But during the late Han Dynasty, when the world descended into chaos and blood flowed like rivers, the empire was rebuilt. After that, the northern tribes faded away and soon vanished.

Now it seems, it wasn’t because they suffered heavy losses, but more likely that a branch of history split off, and many of the northern tribes ended up in another mortal realm.”

Lü Jinduan said, “Quite possibly. It was utter chaos back then, with mass casualties and widespread destruction. Much of our historical records have been lost or scattered.”

He looked north. “And now, after all that separation, it seems those who left are coming back.”

If they truly reemerge from the north, then Pure Yang Palace in the Guanlong region will bear the brunt of the conflict.

“The tide of spiritual energy is rising—an omen of prosperity for cultivators like us. But where there’s fortune, there’s also misfortune,” Zhang Taigang added solemnly. “Many disasters follow in its wake—not just great demons.”

Even though the Mortal Daoist Nation is no more, the Shushan Sect might still face threats from Inner Shushan.

“I have a rather impolite request and would like to ask for assistance from Tianshi Mansion and Pure Yang Palace,” Zhang Taigang said sincerely. “I’m willing to offer the Shushan Sect’s secret methods in alchemy and artifact forging, and even some of our treasured pill recipes, in gratitude. I humbly ask for the guidance of Tianshi Tang, Daoist Lei, and Elder Lü.”

Lei Jun and Lü Jinduan exchanged thoughtful glances.

Sure enough, Zhang Taigang continued, “Our sect wishes to begin refining Pure Yang artifacts and treasures to prepare for the threat of the Huangquan Evil Cultivators.”

Lei Jun glanced at Xie Yiying, who had accompanied Zhang Taigang. He immediately understood.

Xie Yiying had just reached the Eighth Heaven Realm—it seemed she hadn't begun refining her first life-bound artifact yet.

If this cooperation worked out, her first life-bound artifact would likely come from this effort. If not, she’d have to settle for second best.

And later, if Ji Chuan succeeded in making his breakthrough, he’d likely follow the same path.

For the Tang’s Shushan Sect, the most immediate threat was the Inner Shushan branch from Huangquan.

Though their forces had been repelled in recent battles in Bashu and Nanzhao, and forced to lick their wounds in Huangquan, the Tang side had yet to catch the Witch Sect expert Zong Han who aided Inner Shushan.

They could strike again at any moment—Shushan was on edge.

During those earlier battles, Tang Xiaotang and Yue Xiling of Pure Yang Palace had proven that Pure Yang Celestial Thunder and True Fire could restrain the deathly qi techniques cultivated by Inner Shushan to some extent.

Naturally, the Tang Shushan Sect would not ignore this.

Sect Master Zhang Taigang’s first life-bound artifact, the Emei Golden Seal, was renowned far and wide.

But few had heard him mention his second life-bound artifact after reaching the Eighth Heaven.

Lei Jun knew that Zhang had been preparing for confrontations with figures like Fu Dongseng from the Mortal Daoist Nation.

Now that Fu Dongseng, Hong Jie, Wei Qiyue, and the Mortal Daoist Nation were all wiped out, the greatest threat to the Tang Shushan Sect had become Inner Shushan.

It was likely Zhang Taigang was ready to discard his previous plans and focus instead on refining a Pure Yang treasure.

“I don’t mind,” Tang Xiaotang said, “but this isn’t something that can be settled overnight.”

According to protocol, she was still the head of Tianshi Mansion until the official handover at the grand ceremony.

But by the time this project was underway, she’d already stepped down.

“As the two of you said earlier, the tide of this new era is sweeping through, and the world is full of change,” Lei Jun said, meeting Tang Xiaotang’s gaze and nodding lightly. “Though our three sects come from different lineages, we are all Daoists. We've stayed in touch and supported one another. My Senior Sister has spoken with me about this—we believe the three sects can work together more closely in the future. I wholeheartedly agree.”

Lü Jinduan said, “Tianshi Tang, Elder Lei, Sect Master Zhang—all excellent points. When I discussed current affairs with fellow Daoists at Mount Zhongnan, we were in full agreement.”

He smiled at Zhang Taigang and Xie Yiying. “The evil cultivators of Huangquan have provoked Heaven's wrath and earned the people’s scorn. Our sect is no exception. While we don’t specialize in refining external alchemical treasures, we’re happy to offer what little help we can.”

Xie Yiying stepped forward to bow and express her thanks. Zhang Taigang followed, saying, “Thank you both. The Shushan Sect is deeply grateful.”

After a brief pause, he nodded apologetically to Lü Jinduan, then turned to Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang and said aloud:

“Tianshi Tang and Daoist Lei—your foresight and generosity are truly admirable. For the sake of deeper collaboration between our sect and Tianshi Mansion, I humbly request permission to take a Talisman Decree from Mount Longhu back to Shushan.”

Tang Xiaotang glanced at him in mild surprise.

For someone usually so direct and impulsive, she didn’t immediately respond.

Though she’d served as Tianshi for years and didn’t care much about ceremonial procedures anymore, she was still well-versed in them.

Zhang’s request seemed modest on the surface, but it differed drastically from previous temporary residence arrangements like the one for Ji Chuan—it wasn’t about convenience, but about reverent offering.

Historically, there had been very few cases of this—only during the earliest generations of Tianshi, and only from small Daoist sects, never a sacred land like Shushan.

In the past, Mount Longhu was seen as the most ancient and revered of Daoist Holy Lands, and early Tianshi had been regarded as leaders of the Daoist world.

But even after that, no similar events had occurred.

Small sects in Shushan’s old alliance had once offered such reverence to Mount Longhu.

But since Shushan formally established its sect, nothing like this had happened again.

For Zhang Taigang to bring this up now was essentially declaring that Shushan recognized Tianshi Mansion of Mount Longhu as the rightful leader of the Daoist world—and that, at least in many matters, they were willing to follow its lead.

Lü Jinduan looked calmly at Zhang Taigang.

Beside him, Xie Yiying appeared equally sincere, showing no surprise at their sect leader’s request.

Clearly, this was a collective decision by Shushan’s leadership—not just Zhang alone.

Truthfully, Lü had sensed this coming the moment Zhang arrived to observe the ceremony and study Pure Yang methods.

Otherwise, Shushan could have contacted Pure Yang Palace in private. If rejected, they could have turned to Tianshi Mansion afterward.

In hindsight, this bold gesture wasn’t surprising.

The Tang Shushan Sect had been severely weakened during the Mortal Daoist Nation rebellion.

Meanwhile, their direct enemy, Inner Shushan, had experts like Ji Yao who’d reached the realm of free immortals. Even with Kang An Daoist defeated, they still had no shortage of masters.

The pressure on the Tang Shushan Sect was unimaginable.

And Chen Donglou? He clearly wasn’t returning to Shushan.

He might still support them, but he was elusive and hard to pin down.

He didn’t appear in Inner Shushan’s second incursion into the mortal realm—not because he feared them, but because, as he said himself, he wasn’t always in the Tang realm.

“Sect Master Zhang speaks true. Forgive my boldness, but I, too, wish to request a Talisman Decree from Mount Longhu to bring back to Mount Zhongnan,” Lü Jinduan said with a respectful nod toward Zhang, then looked solemnly to Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang.

This discussion wasn’t entirely spontaneous. He had already talked it over with Wang Xuan and Yue Xiling beforehand.

Even if not officially part of their travel plans, it didn’t stop him from making this decision now.

Tang Xiaotang thought for a moment and said, “I thank you both for your sincerity. This matter is no small thing. If you’re staying a few extra days after the grand ceremony, let’s talk in more detail.”

Zhang Taigang and Lü Jinduan both said, “Tianshi’s words are wise.”

They first looked to Tang Xiaotang, then to Lei Jun.

After the ceremony, it would be Lei Jun officially leading Tianshi Mansion.

He would be the one to issue the Talisman Decrees to Shushan and Pure Yang Palace.

As for Tang Tianshi’s usual style and reputation, Zhang and Lü were well aware.

By giving up the chance to issue these decrees in her final days as Tianshi, she was doing something totally out of character.

A gift to the new Tianshi?

It seemed Tang Tianshi and Elder Lei truly shared a close bond...

Xie Yiying, along with her fellow disciples from Pure Yang and Shushan, all looked toward Lei Jun.

A new leader of the Daoist world had emerged.

Though that title might be premature—for now, with other Daoist lineages still active across the realms, Lei Jun and Tianshi Mansion of Mount Longhu were best described as the leaders of Tang’s Daoist world.

But one day, perhaps, Lei Jun might earn the title without the qualifier “Tang.”

Given the changes Lei Jun and the Mansion had undergone over the decades, it was not impossible to imagine.

Shushan’s Zhang Dongyuan wouldn’t hide such developments from the Tang Imperial Court.

And neither Tianshi Mansion, Pure Yang Palace, nor Shushan had any intentions of secrecy.

The court’s representatives were likely already aware, and when speaking with fellow Daoists after arriving, they expressed support and approval.

This time, along with Chu Yu and Prince Zhang Mu of Xunan, both Xiao Chunhui and Shangguan Sheng of the Divine Strategy Army came as well.

They were all old acquaintances of Lei Jun.

Fang Yue, busy overseeing the Academy’s New Year affairs, couldn’t come personally but sent a gift via Xiao Chunhui and Chu Yu.

Meng Shaojie and Shen Qubing also came along.

Meng Shaojie had always been grateful for Lei Jun’s past guidance at Mount Longhu and wouldn’t miss this grand occasion.

As for Shen Qubing, after his closed-door cultivation, he had finally overcome the tribulation between the Seventh and Eighth Heaven, ascending to the Eighth Heaven of Martial Dao.

Another guest who came with Chu Yu was someone Lei Jun also recognized—an intriguing identity.

Shangguan Zhenqing, a member of the Shangguan Family, former companion to the Crown Prince, and now an official of the Eastern Palace, came on behalf of the Crown Prince.

Considering safety and other concerns, Crown Prince Zhang Hui had not left the capital, but he sent generous gifts through Shangguan Zhenqing and had him attend the ceremony in his place.

At least, the Eastern Palace delegation came with Chu Yu, Xiao Chunhui, and Zhang Mu.

Another unexpected guest was General Jiang Yuan from the Zhao Prince’s Mansion in Youzhou, who brought the Prince’s congratulations and greetings to observe the ceremony.

“Back in the capital, the Prince was slandered by the White Lotus Sect. Thanks to Elder Lei’s help, the truth was revealed,” Jiang Yuan bowed respectfully. “The Prince carries the duty of guarding the northern frontier and cannot leave lightly, but he instructed me to extend his greetings to all Daoists of Tianshi Mansion, and especially to Elder Lei.”

Lei Jun remained composed, replying calmly, “You’re too kind, General. Please convey my regards to His Highness when you return.”

Representatives from several major Confucian clans also attended.

Whatever went on behind the scenes, on the surface, relations remained cordial.

Thus, influential figures from the Fang Family of Jingxiang and the Chu Clan of Suzhou—both of whom had family members studying the Dao at Tianshi Mansion—came as honored guests.

Fang Du of Jingxiang and Chu Peng of Suzhou were both senior elders from their clans.

Chu Peng had recently joined the Tianshi Mansion on its overseas campaign against the remnants of the Mortal Daoist Nation.

Now, visiting as a guest, the Mansion welcomed him with full honors.

As for the Buddhist sects, Xuanyan Temple had become increasingly isolated since the civil unrest during the Battle of Jinzhou. They politely declined the invitation, sending their greetings via Chu Yu and Zhang Mu.

In contrast, Tianlong Monastery sent Elder Miaokong, who had reached the Eighth Heaven, leading a group that included Monk Faming of the Seventh Heaven.

Even the usually low-key Southern Bodhi lineage had someone emerge to attend.

Lei Jun recognized the guest—it was Monk Ruyuan, whom he had once saved in the Southern Wasteland. The monk came both to attend the ceremony and to thank Lei for his past help.

By fate, Ruyuan had recently broken through from the Sixth to the Seventh Heaven, becoming the first post-calamity Upper Heaven cultivator of the Bodhi Monastery.

That sacred site of Chan Martial Buddhism, once nearly wiped out, now showed signs of revival.

As for the Vajra Division of the Western Region, representatives also came.

And the person they sent… was the most distinguished guest of all.

Master Jiasheng, a Ninth Heaven expert from the Vajra Division, personally arrived.

However, upon hearing this, Tang Xiaotang's expression changed immediately, and she was ready to turn him away at the gates.

“Little Senior Sister, leave it to me,” Lei Jun said calmly.

Then, he personally received Master Jiasheng.

Their meeting took place in the presence of Tang imperial guests Chu Yu and Zhang Mu.

Afterward, Master Jiasheng didn’t linger—he left a congratulatory gift and descended the mountain, sparking a flurry of speculation among the attendees.

But the brief commotion didn’t stir up any major waves.

The grand event arrived as scheduled.

The Celestial Master Succession Ceremony commenced.

Unlike the previous ceremony when Tang Xiaotang assumed the role in the absence of the former Celestial Master, this time, the current Celestial Master herself led the proceedings.

She was followed by five High Merit Elders—Yuan Mobai, Yao Yuan, Shangguan Ning, Zhang Jingzhen, and Chu Kun.

Among them, Yuan Mobai carried the scriptures; Yao Yuan, who had rarely appeared at the mansion in recent years, held the censer; and Shangguan Ning carried the ritual lamp.

Leading the disciples who had not yet been ordained was Lin Shan, followed by Wang Guiyuan, Du Yu, Liu Xiao, Zuo Li, Ke Sicheng, Fang Jian, Luo Haoran, and other officially ordained inner disciples.

Next came Zhang Xiongju and the other initiated disciples.

Everyone first entered the Jade Emperor Hall to present offerings and repentance, incense and lamps burning brightly, as they recited sacred scriptures and incantations.

Then, the newly appointed Celestial Master, Lei Jun, dressed in the Nine-Colored Robe of the Celestial Master, officially made his appearance.

He entered the Jade Emperor Hall and came to stand beside Tang Xiaotang to continue the ritual rites together.

After completing the first day’s ceremonial process in the Jade Emperor Hall, the next day began with the old Celestial Master, Tang Xiaotang, leading the group again, followed by Lei Jun and the other High Merit Elders, heading toward the Myriad Laws Altar.

Tang Xiaotang offered a formal salute to the altar.

The Myriad Laws Altar opened, and countless Dao runes and essences converged into a pillar of spiritual light, shooting straight into the heavens.

Wearing the Celestial Master’s robes, with the Celestial Master’s Seal and Sword at her waist, Tang Xiaotang glanced at Lei Jun and the High Merit Elders behind him—Yuan Mobai and the others—and suddenly had the urge to pout.

Over twenty years ago, she had once stood in this very position.

But back then, with no former Celestial Master present, the ritual was conducted under special exception by High Merit Elders Yuan Mobai, Yao Yuan, and Shangguan Ning, who led her into the Myriad Laws Altar.

Now, those same elders would remain outside the altar—only Tang Xiaotang and the new Celestial Master, Lei Jun, would enter.

At that time, the Celestial Master’s Seal had already bonded with Lei Jun’s soul and couldn’t be displayed. The Celestial Master’s Robe had also just been lost.

Among the Three Treasures of the Celestial Master, only the Sword was visible.

Unlike now, where Lei Jun could wield all three treasures simultaneously.

Though genuinely happy for him, Tang Xiaotang couldn’t help feeling a bit jealous.

After the two of them entered the Myriad Laws Altar alone, Lei Jun noticed her expression and smiled faintly.

Seeing that only made Tang Xiaotang more annoyed.

“Let’s get on with it already!” she huffed and puffed up her cheeks.

Forming a mudra with both hands, she activated the ritual.

The Celestial Master’s Seal, Sword, and Robe simultaneously floated into the air.

Lei Jun stepped forward solemnly and bowed.

Tang Xiaotang circled him with ritual steps, performing a celestial dance and forming Daoist mudras.

Inside the Myriad Laws Altar, numerous seals and Daoist essences manifested, forming countless divine and immortal apparitions encircling them.

A pillar of light shot skyward, as if piercing the heavens.

Above Tang Xiaotang’s head, a mystical, illusory talisman manifested within the light, flashing nine times before vanishing without a trace.

In its place, an identical talisman appeared above Lei Jun’s head, descending in a radiant glow to envelop him.

This marked Lei Jun’s fifth ordination ceremony.

This time, he ascended to the “Upper Purity Great Cavern Talisman Registry,” or “Upper Purity Registry” for short, officially receiving the First-Rank Ritual Office.

This registry was exclusive to the Celestial Master—never bestowed upon others.

As Tang Xiaotang completed her celestial dance, she stopped directly in front of Lei Jun.

She drew out a special incense stick and handed it to him.

Lei Jun lit the incense and offered prayers, mind tranquil and spirit focused:

“I, Lei Chongyun, disciple of Tianshi Mansion, today receive the ‘Upper Purity Great Cavern Talisman Registry.’ Having received true transmission atop Mount Longhu, and right Dharma from the Myriad Laws Altar, I vow to spread the Dao, uphold righteousness, transmit the Three Caverns’ talisman registries to future generations, and dutifully perform my office under the Primordial Chaos Mandate. With awe and reverence, I present these prayers.”

Outside the Myriad Laws Altar, under the direction of the five High Merit Elders—Yuan Mobai, Yao Yuan, Shangguan Ning, Zhang Jingzhen, and Chu Kun—the disciples raised nine Daoist banners fluttering in the wind and lit thirty-six lanterns, forming a sacred nine-times-four formation.

All disciples chanted Daoist scriptures outside the altar, offering continuous incense and undying light.

This continued for seven full days.

On the seventh day, the divine light of the Myriad Laws Altar finally receded.

All disciples of Mount Longhu felt a simultaneous surge within their hearts.

Inside the altar, the Three Treasures of the Celestial Master—the Seal, Sword, and Robe—descended together.

The Seal and Sword came to rest at Lei Jun’s waist.

The Nine-Colored Robe landed on Lei Jun’s shoulders.

A massive wave of Daoist essence flowed into his body.

The authority over the Myriad Laws Altar was now officially his.

The altar closed.

A tall young Daoist in a Nine-Colored Robe, wearing the Primordial Crown, with a white jade seal and purple thunder sword at his waist, stepped out first to face the disciples.

This time, it was the new Celestial Master Lei Jun who led the way.

Following him was Tang Xiaotang, now dressed in a purple robe.

Everyone outside the altar bowed in unison. “Disciples greet the Celestial Master—boundless blessings and longevity!”

In a quiet courtyard on Mount Longhu—

A petite woman Daoist, dressed in a black cloak over her purple robes, stood alone.

As always, she did not attend the ceremony—and today was no exception.

In her leisure time, she painted for her own enjoyment.

The current canvas was covered in black—like a dense, stormy sky, concealing thunder within.

Halfway through the painting, she paused, turning to look toward the heart of the mountain—the location of the Myriad Laws Altar.

Watching the spiritual light there fade, she raised an eyebrow, then turned back to her painting and resumed.

Outside the altar, Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang led the group in a formal tribute to the altar, then headed to the ancestral mausoleum on the rear mountain.

Only Lei Jun entered, to burn incense and pay respects to the ancestors.

Inside the ancestral temple, Lei Jun offered incense with a calm heart:

“To the ancestral masters above, I, Lei Chongyun, today accept this great responsibility with awe and humility. I vow to lead with dedication, care for my fellow disciples, protect our lineage, and carry forward our legacy to usher in a new chapter for our sect.”

He did not agree with Huang Xuanpu’s vision of reviving the ancient Celestial Registry Sect and appealing to a heavenly hierarchy for everything.

He honored and respected the contributions of his predecessors—but, as he once told Huang Xuanpu:

In his view, the mortal realm no longer needed a Heavenly Court, or emperors ruling from above.

Lei Jun had interest in the position of Celestial Master.

Now that he held it, he could put some of his ideas into practice.

But that was all.

He had no desire to cling to power.

When worthy successors arose among the disciples, he would gladly pass the torch.

Whether his ideas would be upheld or discarded after he stepped down—he didn’t mind.

If the next generation abandoned his vision, so be it.

Their successes and failures would be their own.

Each generation bears its own responsibilities.

His duty was to do his best while in office.

As for the rest—let it be.

Before the ancestral tablets, Lei Jun made no effort to hide his thoughts, speaking with calm sincerity.

The Celestial Master's Seal, Sword, and Robe on him glowed faintly.

Before him, the ancestral tablets of generations past also glowed softly, somewhere between illusion and reality.

Lei Jun stood silently in the ancestral mausoleum for a full day before descending the mountain to join the others waiting outside, and then proceeded to the Hall of the Celestial Master.

Thus came the fifteenth day of the first lunar month—the official day of the Grand Ceremony.

This time, Lei Jun—now the new Celestial Master—offered incense and repentance, presenting formal prayers to the heavens.

By the end of the ceremony, those standing behind Lei Jun were no longer Tang Xiaotang, Yuan Mobai, and the other High Merit Elders.

Instead, it was Lin Shan leading the way, followed by Fang Jian, Luo Haoran, and others who presented formal texts and ritual proclamations with Lei Jun.

After reaching the Seventh Heaven Realm, Lin Shan didn’t immediately receive his talisman to become a High Merit Elder or change into a purple robe.

He requested to be ordained by Lei Jun personally, becoming the first High Merit Elder appointed during Lei Jun’s tenure.

Fang Jian, Luo Haoran, and Lei Jun’s own direct disciple, Zhuo Baojie, were also appointed as elders under the new Celestial Master.

Following the prayers, Tang court representative Chu Yu arrived at the Hall of the Celestial Master, accompanied by High Merit Elders Tang Xiaotang and Yuan Mobai.

On behalf of the Emperor, Chu Yu issued formal edicts, announcing the conferral of the Four Great Real Titles of the Celestial Master’s Mansion and other honors.

At the closing of the ceremony, the new Celestial Master Lei Jun led the way out of the Hall of the Celestial Master.

Among the gathered guests, Shushan Sect Master Zhang Taigang stood and bowed with a Daoist salute:

“Heavenly Responder of the Nine Skies, Truth-Seeker of the Nine Abysses, Star-Mother’s Chosen, Universal Transformer of the Mysterious Firmament, Celestial Master of the Three Caverns and Three Heavens!”

Shushan cultivators He Dongxing, Ji Chuan, Xie Yiying showed no surprise at their sect master’s actions. They all stood and joined him in saluting Lei Jun.

The Pure Yang Palace cultivators, including Yu Yichen, all looked toward Lü Jinduan.

With a calm expression, Lü Jinduan rose and bowed in the same Daoist salute:

“Heavenly Responder of the Nine Skies, Truth-Seeker of the Nine Abysses, Star-Mother’s Chosen, Universal Transformer of the Mysterious Firmament, Celestial Master of the Three Caverns and Three Heavens!”

The rest of the Pure Yang Palace disciples followed suit.

Among the remaining guests, some looked surprised, while others seemed to understand.

Among the court representatives, Xiao Chunhui and Chu Yu both smiled.

Shen Qubing glanced around curiously.

Meng Shaojie said nothing, but quietly bowed toward Lei Jun—drawing many sidelong glances from those nearby.

Prince Zhang Mu of Xunan and Shangguan Sheng wore contemplative expressions.

“Heavenly Responder of the Nine Skies, Truth-Seeker of the Nine Abysses, Star-Mother’s Chosen, Universal Transformer of the Mysterious Firmament, Protector Real Person of the Supreme Heavenly Mandate,” Chu Yu said first, offering a Confucian bow from afar.

Xiao Chunhui did the same.

Shen Qubing quickly followed their lead.

Prince Zhang Mu and Shangguan Sheng soon composed themselves and offered respectful bows as well.

Representing the Eastern Palace and Zhao Prince’s Mansion respectively, Shangguan Zhenqing and Jiang Yuan paused briefly before speaking nearly in unison:

“Heavenly Responder of the Nine Skies, Truth-Seeker of the Nine Abysses, Star-Mother’s Chosen, Universal Transformer of the Mysterious Firmament, Protector Real Person of the Supreme Heavenly Mandate.”

Elder Miaokong of Tianlong Monastery was initially surprised, but quickly calmed and pressed his palms together:

“The Buddha is merciful. In the presence of the Protector Real Person of the Supreme Heavenly Mandate, monk Miaokong pays his respects.”

The other monks from Tianlong Monastery, including Faming, followed suit.

As the guest from Southern Bodhi, Monk Ruyuan hesitated at first. But upon seeing Elder Miaokong’s gesture, he thought for a moment and also pressed his palms together:

“The Buddha is merciful. In the presence of the Protector Real Person of the Supreme Heavenly Mandate, monk Ruyuan pays his respects.”

Sect masters from various Daoist talisman lineages—Nie Fang, Tu Guangyu, Zhao Xuan, and Mu Ning—had no hesitation and all bowed in unison:

“Heavenly Responder of the Nine Skies, Truth-Seeker of the Nine Abysses, Star-Mother’s Chosen, Universal Transformer of the Mysterious Firmament, Celestial Master of the Three Caverns and Three Heavens!”

In the distance, Fang Du of the Fang Family in Jingxiang and Chu Peng of the Chu Family in Suzhou exchanged glances.

Not only Tang Xiaotang, who had just handed over the mantle…

But even if you traced back several generations of Celestial Masters in Mount Longhu—how long had it been since such a scene occurred?

Let alone Li Qingfeng, Li Bai, or Li Yang...

Even going back to the very first Celestial Master, Li Zhiyuan, and further still—none had ever seen anything like this.