The Torch Dragon was a spirit beast in ancient legends. It was thousands of miles long and was completely red. It was the mountain god of Mount Zhong.
The reason why the Torch Dragon Hall was named after the Torch Dragon was because their sect was built on the spirit vein of Mount Zhong.
There were no dragons on Mount Zhong today.
Back then, in order to seize the spirit vein of Mount Zhong, the founder of the Torch Dragon Hall, Wang Puxian, finally occupied this blessed land with his strength.
For the next ten thousand years, the Torch Dragon Hall had always been regarded as a Dharmic cultivation sect second only to the Grand Purity Palace. It was also one of the top sects in the world that had the highest chance of being promoted to a Dao sect.
However, how could it be so simple to become a Dao sect?
Let's talk about resistance first. Up until now, the six cultivators of cultivation in the world each had a Dao sect.
If the Dharmic cultivators wanted to create a second sect, how could the other five Dao sects be willing?
Wouldn't that give rise to the saying that Dharmic cultivators were the strongest in the originally equal six cultivators of cultivation?
The Dharmic cultivators, Body Cultivators, and Sword Cultivators were already much stronger than the other three cultivators of the cultivation world.
Among the three sects, Body Cultivators had always been discriminated against by the other sects because of their down-to-earth nature.
After all, the other sects were all elegant and suave. They were the only ones who were like martial artists. If they didn't discriminate against them, who else would they discriminate against?
Sword Cultivators were maverick and had no intention of fighting for fame. Others were also unwilling to provoke them for no reason. Therefore, although the reputation of Sword Cultivators was not low, it was not the highest either.
In that case, the Dharmic cultivators had the loudest voice.
A tall tree attracts the wind. Everyone already disliked the Dharmic cultivators and they wanted to create a second Dao sect?
They firmly disagreed.
More realistically, not only were the other five Dao sects unwilling to see the Torch Dragon Hall promote, even the Grand Purity Palace was unwilling.
That was because if a second Dharmic cultivation sect appeared in the world, it would undoubtedly shake the status of the Grand Purity Palace as the holy land for Dharmic cultivators.
In addition, the Grand Purity Palace focused on thunder techniques while the Torch Dragon Hall specialized in fire techniques.
Due to the fact that the Grand Purity Palace was powerful, there had always been the saying that thunder techniques were supreme.
If the Torch Dragon Hall also became a Dao sect, would thunder techniques be more superior or fire techniques?
It was hard to say.
Then, let's not talk about it.
To the Grand Purity Palace, the promotion of the Torch Dragon Hall would not only divide their interests and reputation, it would also bring about a fight between Dao sects.......
The other thing was the difference between regions.
The human race has a total of seven regions and the seven Dao Sects have already occupied one region each. If Torch Dragon Hall becomes a Dao Sect, what will happen then?
Two tigers cannot share one mountain. Who would be willing to share their territory with you? If they split up, who would be the boss and who would be the second?
Even if it was for this possible territorial battle, the seven Dao Sects could not turn a blind eye to the Torch Dragon Hall.
In this way, although the various Dao Sects would not go to the extent of attacking people, it was unavoidable that they would intentionally or unintentionally ostracize them.
When Ancestral Master Wang Puxian was alive, he had always been striving for the promotion of Torch Dragon Hall to Dao Sect and he had even cultivated to the Dao Lord realm.
The Daolord realm was actually divided into nine realms.
However, Daoist Masters were also beyond ordinary cultivators of the ninth realm.
The most important difference was that a Dao Master was definitely a Realm Nine cultivator, but a Realm Nine cultivator was not necessarily a Dao Master.
In layman's terms, a Daoist Master to a Law Cultivator was equivalent to a Sword Immortal to a Sword Cultivator, a Spirit Paragon to a Spirit Cultivator …
Unfortunately, even so, the Torch Dragon Hall failed to become a Dao Sect in the end.
After the death of Ancestral Master Wang Puxian, the Torch Dragon Hall had never produced a new Daolord level cultivator. Naturally, it was even more impossible for them to plot to become a Dao Sect.
That was because a Law Cultivator sect with a Dao Master might not necessarily become a Dao Sect. However, a Law Cultivator Dao Sect must have a Dao Master.
That was a hard condition.
Up until this generation, there were a total of three Grand Ancestral Masters of the Torch Dragon Hall.
One of them was called Wang Daode.
Among the three Grand Ancestral Masters of the Torch Dragon Hall, Ancestral Master Wang Daode was the least proud. He did not have any great achievements nor did he have any shocking cultivation base.
Compared to the other two Ancestral Masters who were famous, Ancestral Master Wang Daode was more like an "otaku" who stayed in the Torch Dragon Hall all day long.
Coupled with his sloppy appearance and the fact that he looked like an old farmer who only knew how to take care of the citrus trees in the back of the mountain all day long, many disciples of Torch Dragon Palace had some complaints about him and did not approve of this ancestral master.
In addition, Ancestral Master Wang Daode did not have any children or disciples in his life.
Therefore, in the face of the rumors of the sect disciples, there was no one who could speak up for him and his reputation in the Torch Dragon Hall was even lower.
The only thing that the disciples of the Torch Dragon Hall did not understand was why this sloppy Ancestral Master Wang Daode would sit on the main seat at every sect's annual meeting while the other two famous Ancestral Masters sat on the secondary seats.
Could it be that this Patriarch was a great expert who had hidden his strength?
Later on, a well-informed disciple found the answer to this question.
That was because Ancestral Master Wang Daode was the only son of the first Sect Master of the Torch Dragon Hall, Wang Puxian. At the same time, he was also the person with the highest seniority in the Torch Dragon Hall.
However, this news did not change the disciples' opinion of Ancestral Master Wang Daode. Instead, it made them look down on him even more.
Ancestral Master Wang Puxian had been wise all his life and did his best to promote the Torch Dragon Hall to a Dao Sect. His cultivation base was sky-high and he was close to being a celestial. Why did he have to have a tiger father and a dog son?
In their opinion, Wang Daode was the only stain on Ancestral Master Wang Puxian.
In recent years, when he was in his twilight years, the ancestor with the highest seniority in Candle Dragon Hall suddenly took in a cultivator from a distant province in the Southern Region as his disciple for some unknown reason.
It was also because of their strong opinions of Ancestral Master Wang Daode that everyone disliked the disciple that the Ancestral Master took in as well.
Even though this cultivator named Mo Yan had the highest seniority in the Torch Dragon Hall because he was Wang Daode's direct disciple.
…
Torch Dragon Hall, back mountain.
The wind was strong and the air was refreshing.
Mo Yan, who was dressed in black, went up the mountain.
On the mountain, there was a green-robed old Daoist priest who rolled up his sleeves and carefully took care of the few citrus trees that had been taken care of for god knows how many years.
However, for some reason, even though the old Daoist priest had been taking care of them for many years, not only were the citrus trees not luxuriant or fruitful, their branches and leaves had even become increasingly shriveled.
"Master," Mo Yan said respectfully to the old Daoist priest.
The old Daoist priest seemed to be deaf as he did not even turn his head and was still carefully examining the patterns on the citrus leaves one by one.
"Master," Mo Yan called out again. Seeing that the old Daoist priest still did not answer, he did not mind and continued, "I've already comprehended the true meaning of the origin of fire and am preparing to advance to the Void Refinement realm, so I came to inform you that I should be able to visit you in the next few days."
"I've been alone on this mountain for thousands of years and I've long gotten used to it. There's no need for you to visit me. It's best if you don't come." The old Daoist had his back facing Mo Yan and shook his head at the disciple that he had taken in in his later years. He said nonchalantly, "Did you leave the sect a few days ago?"
"Yes," Mo Yan did not hide it, "I went out with a good friend."
"The one called Lu Qingshan?" The old Daoist priest had some impression of him.
Mo Yan hesitated for a moment and finally nodded. "Yes."
"How did you get to know him? How is your relationship with him? "
Mo Yan paused for a moment and organized his words before telling him everything that had happened on Jiao Dragon Island back then.
After the old Daoist priest named Wang Daode understood the bond between his disciple and the sword cultivator called Lu Qingshan, he could not help but close his eyes and meditate as if he was thinking about something.
"Alright, I understand." In the end, the sloppy old Daoist priest nodded and said affirmatively, "This kid is very talented and righteous. You should get to know him more."
Mo Yan remained silent for a moment and did not reply.
"If there's nothing else, you may leave," the sloppy old Daoist priest said leisurely.
"I'll take my leave then," Mo Yan immediately cupped his fists and bade farewell.
"Let's go." The sloppy old Daoist priest continued to look at his citrus tree.
Mo Yan did not delay and turned around to go down the mountain.
…
Just as Mo Yan turned around and left, another figure floated down at this moment.
The person who came was also dressed in a green robe, but compared to the sloppy old Daoist priest, he looked like an immortal.
The person appeared beside Wang Daode and called out to the sloppy old Daoist priest, "Uncle."
If others saw this scene, they would definitely be in disbelief.
It was because the immortal Daoist priest who called the sloppy old Daoist priest 'uncle' was one of the three ancestors of the Torch Dragon Hall, Ancestral Master Zhao Yuding.
Zhao Yuding stared at Mo Yan's back view seriously and pondered for a while before finally asking slowly, "Uncle, you said that the luck of the Torch Dragon Hall for the next five thousand years depends on this little itinerant cultivator from a small island in the Southern Region. Are you really confident in staking everything on this?"
In the secular world, it was very common to attach the luck of a family to a son. Zhao Yuding did not believe that the luck of a sect would be attributed to a single person, or rather, he did not believe it at all.
Wang Daode seemed to have telepathy and saw through Zhao Yuding's thoughts at a glance. He did not refute directly and instead said in a low voice, "Didn't the luck of countless people in the seven regions of the human race for twenty thousand years be determined by Dao Ancestor Xia alone back then?
Why can't the luck of our small Torch Dragon Hall for five thousand years be determined by a single person? Could it be that we can defeat the human race? "
Zhao Yuding was speechless for a moment.
"Then, will the luck he determines be a blessing or a curse?" Zhao Yuding could not help but ask again.
"Whether it's a blessing or a curse, apart from the group of mysterious old monsters in the Divine Secret Temple, how can we, mere mortals, pry into the secrets of the heavens?" Wang Daode said calmly, "The only thing I can do is to do my best."
Zhao Yuding seemed to have thought of something and took a closer look at the sloppy old Taoist's face. Suddenly, his expression changed, "Uncle, you're starting to refine that …"
Wang Daode nodded calmly.
"Is it worth it …?" Zhao Yuding squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty.
The sloppy old Taoist said calmly, "He's the seed of our luck. Since I've bet the luck of the Torch Dragon Hall for the next five thousand years on him, how can I not make a bet and want to win a pot full of money?"
"Back then, Ancestral Master Wang Puxian was a genius and could not make our Torch Dragon Hall improve. Do you believe that he can do it?" Zhao Yuding was like a child who was angry and his tone was full of dissatisfaction and complaint.
"I believe." The old Taoist said two words.
"What right does he have? With his ability to refine the Heavenly Fire? "Zhao Yuding was indignant." Isn't he afraid that this is a path of no return? "
In fact, he had been indifferent to what his uncle said earlier about Mo Yan being related to the luck of the Torch Dragon Hall.
Those words were too big.
Although the Torch Dragon Hall was not comparable to the Grand Purity Palace and had been declining over the years, it was still a top sect that occupied the spirit vein of Mount Zhong and had hundreds of thousands of disciples. It was the leader of the world's Fire Techniques.
How could the Qi of such a Torch Dragon Hall be affected by Mo Yan alone?
It was child's play!
He could not take it seriously.
However, now, he had no choice but to be more careful.
That was because Wang Daode had already begun to stake everything on one throw, drawing the Qi of Mount Zhong and … refining the Longevity Flame for Mo Yan.
He had to be careful.
"The Great Dao is a wrong path," Wang Daode said in a low voice, as if he was comforting Zhao Yuding and himself. "We'll only know after walking and taking a look."
"This Torch Dragon Hall is the foundation built by my uncle's father. The Dao Sect is also the last wish of Ancestral Master Wang Puxian.
Since my uncle is prepared to make a big bet, as an 'outsider', I naturally can't say anything. Forget it, forget it! "Zhao Yuding laughed bitterly and flicked his sleeve. With a hint of anger, he left with a heavy heart.
After Zhao Yuding left, the sloppy old Daoist priest stopped on the spot and was in a daze for a long time. Finally, he looked at the few citrus trees that he was tending to.
It could be seen that countless fresh buds had grown under the withered leaves of the trees.
Although it wasn't very obvious and wasn't very exuberant, it was pleasantly green and full of vitality.
"The old tree sprouts." The old Daoist priest's eyes were filled with sadness. "Father … I'm unfilial. I've been tending to these citrus trees for my entire life. I don't know if they will bear fruit one day."
At that moment, scenes of his childhood seemed to flash before his eyes.
"Father, why haven't these citrus trees borne fruit?"
"Father, play with me."
"Father, I've been working hard on my homework during this period of time. I've already cultivated to the fifth level of my cultivation method. The elders are praising me. Can you accompany me today …"
"Father, why are you accompanying these citrus trees every day and not me?
Am I your son, or are these citrus trees your son? "
In the twilight, the sloppy old Daoist priest's figure was bleak and his hair was messy.
When he was young, he had always been unhappy that his father did not have time to accompany him, but had the time to take care of these citrus trees.
At that time, he wished he could secretly cut down these citrus trees.
Until the day his father passed away, the Torch Dragon Daoist Master, who was almost a celestial in the eyes of the world, only held his hand and sighed leisurely. He said, "I've let you down."
After that, he did not say anything else.
It was also after that day that he found out that the citrus trees that his father cared about were planted on the Torch Dragon Hall's Qi Meridian.
When the Torch Dragon rose, the trees would flourish.
When the Torch Dragon declined, the trees would wither.
The day the old trees bore fruit was the day Torch Dragon became a Daoist sect.
Since then, he had been taking care of himself, just like his father, day after day, taking care of the citrus trees that his father had devoted most of his life to.
However, after his father passed away, no matter how carefully he took care of them, the condition of these citrus trees deteriorated day by day.
The leaves of the citrus trees began to shrivel until a few years ago, as if they had contracted some incurable disease and were about to wither.
He did not sleep or rest in front of the citrus trees and sat quietly for several years, mentally and physically exhausted.
Until that day, when the young man named Mo Yan entered the sect, a new bud suddenly sprouted under the withered old leaves on one of the citrus trees.
"What right does he have?" Wang Daode repeated Zhao Yuding's question and muttered to himself, "I don't know either … After all, the secrets of the heavens are unpredictable."
"However, I seem to know a little now." Wang Daode carefully stroked the newly grown bud as if it was his most precious treasure.
"Lu Qingshan," Wang Daode muttered the name and looked at the new buds on the tree. He muttered, "Is it him …?"
Mo Yan had only gone out of the sect with this Sword Cultivator called Lu Qingshan, and he had already …
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sinking ship, and thousands of trees bloom before the sick tree.
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