The Chu Kingdom, the Yuntian Sect.
All the powerful figures from the Yuntian Sect appeared here, gazing in the direction of the Herb Garden, each with an expression of disbelief on their face.
The unprecedented sense of oppression emanating from this aura suggests that the handyman disciple with the wood-attribute spiritual root is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface.
Luo Chuan's clothes turned white, and his jet-black hair turned silver-white. His surging energy spread outwards like a raging storm, distorting the air wherever it passed.
Sensing this energy, all the experts from the Yuntian Sect knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with boundless fear.
Luo Chuan, with one hand behind his back, stepped out of the Herb Garden, looked at the Yuntian Sect, and said softly, "What's your name?"
"Junior Zhou Tie pays respects to Ancestor Luo Chuan."
Zhou Tie trembled all over, never expecting that the handyman disciple he had once scolded was actually Luo Chuan, the strongest person on Vermilion Bird Planet!
Luo Chuan nodded slightly, gazing at the azure sky, and said, "I have left a special spiritual vein here that can gather energy, which can be considered as helping your Yuntian Sect disciples improve their strength."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Tie was struck dumb, his body trembling even more violently as he lay prostrate on the ground. He was filled with both fear and elation, and repeatedly banged his head on the ground.
"Many thanks Luo Chuan Ancestor Luo Chuan for his grace! Ancestor, you are merciful. The entire Yuntian Sect will be forever grateful for your great kindness!"
The surrounding elders and disciples of the Yuntian Sect dared not utter a sound, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.
Who would have thought that the most mediocre and insignificant Herb Garden servant they regarded was actually the legendary Patriarch Luo Chuan, who single-handedly protected Vermilion Bird Planet and whose name resounded throughout the ages!
Images of past disdain, scolding, and even contempt flashed through their minds, terrifying everyone to the point of wishing they could disappear into the ground on the spot.
Luo Chuan swept his gaze indifferently over the crowd, showing no ripple of emotion despite their awe and fear. His gift of the spiritual vein was solely out of consideration for the past ten years of mortal transformation and Lin Junwan's birth and upbringing here, and had nothing to do with the Yuntian Sect itself.
Her long, silvery-white hair fluttered in the wind, her white robes were as pure as snow, and although the vast aura of a mid-stage Sunie Realm cultivator had been mostly subdued, the oppressive aura emanating from an ancient powerhouse still made the heavens and earth bow their heads.
" Lin Junwan has become a disciple of Vermilion Bird Child. Vermilion Bird Child will take care of her on her future cultivation path, so you don't need to worry about it."
Luo Chuan spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears, "Once this matter is settled, I will depart."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Chuan lightly lifted his foot, without using any escape techniques. His figure rose slowly into the air like a wisp of smoke, and the spiritual energy beneath his feet condensed into lotus flowers, making each step radiant.
In an instant, auspicious clouds gathered above the entire Yuntian Sect, all spirits paid homage, and the demonic beasts in the distant mountains all prostrated themselves, emitting low moans of awe.
Zhou Tie and all the Yuntian Sect cultivators remained kneeling, watching Luo Chuan's figure disappear into the horizon, not daring to get up for a long time.
They were afraid of offending this senior.
"Sect Leader... wasn't he once a menial disciple of our Yuntian Sect? How did he suddenly become an ancestor?"
Zhou Tie slowly raised his head, looking at the horizon where Luo Chuan had completely disappeared, and exhaled a long breath of stale air that he had been holding for a long time. His back was already soaked with cold sweat.
He glanced at the elder beside him who was asking questions tremblingly, his eyes filled with complex emotions: lingering fear, awe, and a sense of bewilderment as if from another world.
"A menial disciple?"
Zhou Tie gave a bitter laugh, his voice trembling, and said, "Before today, we both thought so. But looking at the entire Vermilion Bird Planet, who has the ability to summon the Nine-Colored Sky and resonate with the Great Dao?"
"Who can make us lose the courage to even raise our heads with just their aura? Who can casually lay down a supreme spiritual vein and bestow a sect with great fortune?"
"Apart from Ancestor Luo Chuan, who single-handedly protected the entire Vermilion Bird Planet, fought against the Heavenly Dao, and defeated powerful enemies, there is no other like him!"
The elder's face turned deathly pale. Recalling how he had coldly reprimanded the servant in the Herb Garden for trampling on the medicinal herbs, he felt his legs go weak and nearly collapsed to the ground.
"Sect Leader... I... I was disrespectful to the Ancestor before... Will the Ancestor hold a grudge later?"
"Shut up!"
Zhou Tie shouted in a low voice, looking up at the sky with lingering fear, as if afraid that the figure would return.
"What kind of status and magnanimity does our ancestor possess? How could he possibly stoop to the level of us ants? The fact that he didn't punish us on the spot is already an act of immense mercy!"
"From now on, we only need to worship our ancestor day and night, inscribe today's events into the sect's ancestral precepts, and remember the ancestor's kindness for generations to come. Only then can we ensure the peace and stability of our Yuntian Sect!"
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded vigorously, their hearts filled with boundless awe and relief.
Zhou Tie took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and strode towards the Herb Garden.
The Herb Garden is now completely different from what it used to be. The ground is faintly shimmering with iridescent light, and the spiritual energy in the air is so rich that it is almost liquid.
Each ordinary herb emitted a shimmering, precious light, and even the soil exuded a refreshing fragrance.
The supreme spiritual vein left behind by Luo Chuan has taken root completely, like a sleeping dragon, continuously drawing energy from heaven and earth to nourish the entire Yuntian Sect.
"From this day forward, this Herb Garden shall be designated as the number one forbidden area of my Yuntian Sect!"
Zhou Tie gave the order in a deep voice, his tone leaving no room for argument. "No one is allowed to enter without permission. Anyone who violates this rule will have their cultivation abolished and be expelled from the sect! An elder must be on duty here every day, and incense offerings must be made without interruption!"
"Yes!"
Everyone responded in unison, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.
In their eyes, this small Herb Garden was no longer just a place for ordinary servants to tend to flowers and plants, but a sacred place where the strongest person on Vermilion Bird Planet, Ancestor Luo Chuan, once cultivated in the mortal realm, and the foundation for the rise of their Yuntian Sect.
Zhou Tie stood in the center of the Herb Garden, feeling the subtle stirring of his cultivation within his body, and was overjoyed.
He could also clearly feel that the bottleneck that had kept him stuck for so many years was showing signs of loosening, and given time, breaking through to a higher level was not out of the question.
Not only him, but all the disciples and elders of the Yuntian Sect benefited from this rich spiritual energy. Those with mediocre talent underwent a marrow cleansing and meridian strengthening, while those with outstanding talent made rapid progress. The aura of the entire sect was increasing at a visible speed.
"Although the Ancestor has departed, he bestowed such a great favor upon us. The rise of our Yuntian Sect is just around the corner!" Zhou Tie sighed to the heavens, his reverence for Luo Chuan deeply ingrained in his bones.
Zhou Tie turned to look at everyone, his gaze solemn. "Pass down the order to immediately cast a golden statue of Ancestor Luo Chuan and enshrine it in the sect's ancestral shrine!"
"Everyone in the sect must pay homage daily, passing down the deeds of our ancestor from generation to generation, so that future generations will forever remember that the Yuntian Sect owes its current prosperity entirely to Ancestor Luo Chuan!"
"I will obey the sect leader's decree!"