The main peak of Hengshan Mountain was decorated with lanterns and colored banners. It was filled with a festive atmosphere.
The main peak square was the largest platform in Hengshan Mountain. When the first Ancestral Master built it, it could only accommodate about a thousand people. However, after three thousand years of continuous expansion and renovation, the main peak platform was more than enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time.
At this moment, everyone who came to the main peak had a strange glow on their faces.
Regardless of whether they were happy or not in their hearts, what was shown on their faces was indeed joy.
Today was the grandest celebration of the Hengshan Mountain in decades. Ever since Elder Yu Xichen stepped into the Xiantian Realm sixty years ago, it had been a full sixty years since it was so lively.
Those old people who had attended the gathering sixty years ago all sighed when they saw this scene. They pointed at their juniors and talked about what they had seen and heard in the past.
Most of the young people were restless. Their gazes were cast at the entrance of the main peak square from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone.
There were countless peaks around the Hengshan Mountain. However, there were only six peaks that were really important. Other than the main peak and the Spiritual Medicine Peak, there were the Wind Fire Peak, the Spiritual Jade Peak, the Thumb Peak, and the Guangxia Peak.
For more than three thousand years, countless Xiantian Realm experts had appeared on these six peaks. They had become the core pillars of the Hengshan Mountain. Of course, many Xiantian Realm experts had appeared on the other small peaks. However, it was a pity that the Xiantian Realm experts on those small peaks were like a flash in the pan. They basically did not appear continuously. Therefore, after the death of the Xiantian Realm experts on the small peaks, their disciples and descendants would basically return to the six large peaks and wait for a new round of rise.
Now, there were more than two thousand people in the entire Hengshan Mountain. After living in such a beautiful place for a long time, their martial arts cultivation was indeed much higher than ordinary people in the outside world. Among the Postliminary Realm experts, there were dozens of people who had reached the tenth level of inner strength.
However, in the past 60 years, there had been no new generation of Xiantian Rankers who had relied on their own efforts to advance to the Xiantian Realm.
This was a pain shared by everyone in Hengshan. However, on this day, everyone found out that He Yiming, the abandoned disciple of Hengshan, had not only found two Xiantian Neidan Realm, but he had also brought his grandson, He Yiming, the ridiculously young Xiantian Realm expert, into Hengshan.
To all the disciples of Hengshan Mountain, this was undoubtedly an effective shot in the arm. Thus, at this moment, all the disciples who could make it had already arrived at the main peak's plaza.
Apart from the necessary personnel on each peak, as well as some elderly, women, and children who couldn't make it, no one else was absent.
"Master, is Elder He really only 17 years old?"
"Nonsense, don't tell me you don't even believe the words of the Great Ancestor Master?"
"I believe you, but can a seventeen-year-old really step into the Xiantian Realm?"
"This … should be possible."
Similar conversations could be heard in every corner of the plaza.
Although He Yiming had been in Hengshan Mountain for a few months, he didn't like to walk around. Apart from the main peak's library, Spiritual Medicine Peak's alchemy room, and the herb garden, he basically stayed at home.
Under such circumstances, apart from the disciples of Spiritual Medicine Peak, not many of the disciples of the main peak had seen his real face, let alone the disciples of the other peaks.
Therefore, they had an inexplicable expectation for Elder He, who they had yet to meet but was already very famous.
Finally, a loud bell was heard at the peak of the mountain. Then, a solemn atmosphere spread in an instant.
The entire plaza on the main peak immediately fell silent. Even the faintest whispers had completely disappeared.
The giant bell at the peak of the mountain couldn't be rung at will. It could only be rung to open the ancestral hall when there was an extremely important event in the history of Hengshan Mountain.
The giant bell was rung today for the new Xiantian Realm expert.
An Xiantian Realm expert was an important figure in any sect. Once such an expert was born in a sect, it wouldn't be too much to hold a grand celebration.
Slowly, the door facing the plaza opened. With Yu Jinglei in the lead, the three Xiantian Elders followed closely behind.
The four most important and powerful people of Hengshan Mountain slowly walked out from the door.
Their gazes were like lightning, sweeping across the steps. Everyone below, whether it was a white-haired elder or a five-year-old child who had just started to practice inner strength, all of them lowered their gazes, not daring to look at them.
After a while, Yu Jinglei nodded slowly. Yu Xichen took a step forward and said loudly, "Disciples of the main peak, listen up, the ancestral hall is open."
Everyone's gazes looked towards the peak of the mountain in unison. Their gazes were filled with admiration and respect.
Everyone knew that those who could enter the ancestral hall and be worshipped by generations of disciples were all Xiantian Realm experts. They were the proudest figures in the three thousand years of history of Hengshan Mountain.
Everyone here hoped to be able to advance into the Xiantian Realm in their lifetime. Only then would they be able to enjoy the right to enter the ancestral hall after death.
However, for the vast majority of people, this wish was unattainable.
The heavy bronze door slowly opened in front of everyone's eyes. No one knew who took the lead, but the moment the bronze door was completely opened, other than the four Xiantian Elders, the rest of the people had already respectfully knelt on the ground.
Yu Jinglei personally lit the first incense for each ancestral master, followed by the three Elders, the leaders of the various peaks, and all the peak Houtian Realm experts who had reached the tenth level of inner strength.
Everyone who had the right to light the incense was the mainstay of Hengshan Mountain. If the ancestors in the ancestral hall were said to have established the foundation of Hengshan Mountain, then these people were the absolute pillars that held up the sky.
They also received envious and jealous gazes from the crowd. It was unknown how many people below had made up their minds to work hard after seeing this scene. They had eventually become Hou Tian peak experts, or even Xian Tian powerhouses.
Every time the ancestral hall was opened, for many disciples, it was a rare experience, and also a strong stimulation for them.
Yu Jinglei and the other three Elders saw this scene. They exchanged glances, and were exceptionally satisfied in their hearts.
These people sighed in their hearts. If it wasn't for the fact that the ancestral hall couldn't be casually disturbed, they really wanted to open it once every ten or twenty years.
Everyone who entered the ancestral hall to light the incense was incomparably pious. Their movements were steady and impeccable.
Finally, when everyone finished lighting the incense, Yu Xichen said in a clear voice, "Kneel and worship the ancestral masters."
This time, even Yu Jinglei himself knelt on the ground.
Under this kind of solemn atmosphere, even those who were originally not sincere restrained their thoughts, and wholeheartedly knelt and prayed sincerely.
After a long time, when all the sacrificial ceremonies were completed, everyone stood up.
Yu Xichen's voice was loud and solemn, "As the ancestral masters bear witness, He Wude comes forward."
"Yes …"
A similarly loud but clearly old voice came from the entrance of the square.
Everyone cast their gazes over there, only to see a white-haired but spirited old man had already appeared at the entrance of the square.
He Wude's excited gaze moved around the square. More than forty years ago, he was expelled from the sect by Yu Jinglei here.
At that time, on the square, countless people's eyes were filled with disdain and disdain.
Even in his dreams, he wanted to return to the sect, and it wasn't for the sake of venting his pride.
Now, the nearly two thousand people here were looking at him with eyes full of envy.
To let an abandoned disciple of the sect re-enter the main peak square, and under the circumstances of the ancestral hall being opened …
He Wude took a deep breath, his gaze filled with pride. He didn't live his life in vain after all!
Step by step, he walked towards the ancestral hall. The crowd in the square naturally parted, leaving a straight and wide path in the middle for him. It was as if they were welcoming a victorious general, giving him the grandest welcome ceremony.
He Wude's face flushed unnaturally due to his excessive excitement. He knew that in the past, only the Connate elders could enjoy such a ceremony.
And the reason why Yu Jinglei specially arranged such a grand ceremony for him was to make up for his regret of being expelled from the sect in the past.
Of course, He Wude was even more clear that to be able to receive such a special treatment, it was all because of He Yiming. If not for this Connate grandson, even if he got back two Connate Neidan, he wouldn't be able to enjoy such glory today.
Although He Wude was satisfied and wanted to continue walking, the straight line from the entrance of the square to the ancestral hall would eventually come to an end.
When he arrived in front of the ancestral hall, even if he wanted to continue, he still stopped and knelt down respectfully, saying loudly, "Abandoned disciple of Hengshan, He Wude greets the ancestors."
Yu Xichen nodded slightly, saying loudly, "The past generations of ancestral masters bear witness that although He Wude was expelled from Hengshan, but he has never regretted it for decades, and has always been loyal to Hengshan. This time, He Wude has made a great contribution to Hengshan, and introduced Elder He Yiming into our sect. Because of this, the elders of our sect have decided to restore He Wude's status as a disciple of Hengshan. "He suddenly turned around, shouting sternly," He Wude, are you willing to return to the sect? "
He Wude raised his head, the voice that came from his heart burst out from his mouth, "This disciple is willing."
His voice rumbled in the square like thunder, accompanied by endless echoes, echoing in everyone's ears.
As if moved by the sincerity in this voice, the entire square was silent again. Everyone looked at He Wude, different emotions rising in their hearts.
They asked themselves, if they were in He Wude's shoes, would they be able to act like He Wude?
Gradually, most people's gazes became filled with more or less admiration because they knew that their feelings for Hengshan were probably not as deep as this devout white-haired old man.
After kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times in front of the ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall, He Wude arrived before the Medicine Man and knelt down heavily, saying, "Master, this disciple has returned."
When he returned to Spiritual Medicine Peak and met the Medicine Man for the first time, he had also said the same thing. Yet at this moment, when he was formally acknowledged as his ancestor under the witness of over a thousand people from Hengshan Mountain, he still said those words.
However, the meaning behind these two occurrences was completely different.
At this moment, a different feeling rose in the hearts of countless old people. They seemed to have recalled the scene from over forty years ago.
Back then, no one had thought that not only would He Wude return to the sect, but he would also be so glorious.
The Medicine Man pulled He Wude up and nodded in relief, saying, "Wude, you may leave."
He Wude responded, then turned around and went to the area where the Spiritual Medicine Peak disciples were. With He Wude as the leader, everyone congratulated him sincerely. He Wude even shook hands with him.
Four big hands were clasped together, and a thousand words were spoken.
Yu Jinglei slowly took a step forward, while Yu Xichen tactfully retreated. He knew that his mission for the day was completed.
After seeing Yu Jinglei step forward, the square naturally quieted down. They naturally understood why the person with the highest status in Hengshan had appeared.
After He Wude's return, the atmosphere in the square had been pushed to a climax. At this moment, everyone was looking sideways at Yu Jinglei, who was like a god in their hearts, on the steps.
The old man's expression was solemn as he slowly said, "Let's invite He Yiming."
His voice rang out clearly, and everyone focused their gazes at the entrance of the square again.
There was no one there …
Just as everyone was feeling suspicious, a figure suddenly appeared.
It was a young man. His face did not stand out in any way, but his eyes were as bright as stars. Anyone who met his eyes would tremble and unconsciously lower their gaze. No one dared to look him in the eye.
However, other than the limited number of people who had seen He Yiming before, the rest of the people were filled with endless emotions.
Although they already knew that He Yiming was only seventeen years old before this, hearing with their ears and seeing with their own eyes were two completely different concepts.
When they saw He Yiming's age with their own eyes, the shock in their hearts could not be described with words. Among them, the ones who felt it the most were those who had reached the peak of the Postliminary Realm. Their gazes were much more complicated than those of ordinary disciples.
He Yiming lifted his feet, and like He Wude, he stepped through the path in the middle of the crowd and arrived in front of the Ancestral Hall.
The moment he arrived, he could clearly feel the enormous pressure from the countless gazes behind him.
Although He Wude was an expert of the tenth level, he was not a Xiantian Master. Therefore, he could not feel the pressure of so many gazes focused on him.
However, He Yiming could clearly feel it. Moreover, he discovered that among the thousands of people here, every one of them was a Postliminary Realm cultivator. Among them, there were more than ten who had reached the tenth level. Therefore, in comparison, the pressure they brought to him was actually far greater than the pressure he felt when he fought against Cheng Fu in the past, when thousands of people were looking at him.
However, as a Connate Expert, He Yiming merely straightened his back and circulated the True Qi in his body. Instantly, it was as if nothing had happened.
He suddenly remembered the New Year's competition with his brothers in the He Clan Manor.
At that time, under the gazes of a few hundred servants, he was somewhat frightened. But now, under the gazes of thousands of Postliminary Realm cultivators, he was magnanimous, as if nothing had happened.
In just a few short years, everything he had experienced had allowed him to grow rapidly.
At this moment, he felt as if a lifetime had passed …
"He Yiming." Yu Jinglei coughed lightly. He stared into He Yiming's eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Are you willing to join the Hengshan Faction?"
He Yiming raised his head as if he had just woken up from a dream. The confusion in his eyes gradually faded away, and was replaced by the same solemn expression.
"I am."
These two words were clearly spat out from his mouth.
The voice of these two words was not very loud, but in this quiet square where one could hear a pin drop, it was undoubtedly as loud as a thunderclap.
Even the four elders, who already knew the answer, heaved a long sigh of relief at this moment. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with indescribable joy and excitement.
"Good." Yu Jinglei exclaimed loudly, then said in a loud voice, "Ancestors, from today onwards, He Yiming joins the Hengshan Faction, and becomes the fourth Postliminary Elder of the Hengshan Faction."
He turned and knelt down first. Beside him, the Medicine Man and the others did the same.
He Yiming then "heard" that behind him, everyone knelt on the ground again. Even his grandfather, He Wude, was no exception.
Although there was no one to guide them, as long as they were not idiots, they knew what to do in this situation. He Yiming immediately followed the advice and knelt down, becoming an ordinary member of the crowd.
The addition of a Postliminary Elder was clearly much grander than the return of He Wude. Under Yu Jinglei's personal supervision, He Yiming not only bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the founder of the Hengshan Faction, but also, accompanied by several Elders, recognized all the memorial tablets in the hall, and learned some of the stories of these ancestors.
After an entire day, the grand ceremony finally came to an end.
In the end, Yu Jinglei dismissed all the disciples in the square. The Elders gathered in front of the Ancestral Hall. Yu Jinglei solemnly took out a bronze tablet and said, "Elder He, this is the proof that you are an Elder of the Hengshan Faction. Please accept it and keep it safe."
He Yiming took it with both hands. Looking at the mountains engraved on the tablet, he knew that this was the natural environment of the Hengshan Faction.
The main peak of the Hengshan Faction, in particular, was so high that it seemed to reach the clouds.
The moment He Yiming took the bronze tablet, he knew that he had officially become a member of the Hengshan Faction. From now on, his fate would be firmly entwined with this great faction, until the end of his life …
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