Frost's Descent

After his fellow disciples explained the situation, Song Jusheng finally understood the general picture.

Upon learning that the sect leader was gone and that the Shangyang Sect had been occupied by an outsider Nascent Soul Cultivator, he dared not return.

So he followed his fellow disciples back to the capital, to their residence.

The imperial court arranged very good locations for the three major sects.

Not only does it occupy a large area, but it is also not too far from the bustling inner city of the capital, yet it is located in a quiet place, which can be said to be both a place for spiritual cultivation and a place for worldly affairs.

Among those who escaped from the Shangyang Sect this time, there were eight Golden Core cultivators who were elders of the sect, and twenty-one elite inner disciples who were mostly in the Foundation Establishment Middle and Late Stages, for a total of twenty-nine people.

Including Song Jusheng and his disciples stationed in the capital, there were a total of thirty-five people.

Fortunately, the accommodations arranged by the imperial court were large enough, with each Golden Core elder having their own room and the elite disciples sharing a room, leaving some rooms available.

After everyone had been assigned their rooms, the elders gathered in the hall and began various discussions.

Elder Luo, who was in charge, said:

"Once we've settled in, we need to send letters to all the disciples and members who are still on missions and haven't returned, asking them to gather in the capital so we can rebuild the sect!"

On the way, Song Jusheng heard them talk about rebuilding the sect.

He had no objection to this.

After all, the mountain gate had been occupied by outsiders, and without the strength to take it back, the only option was to rebuild it.

But at this moment, he was pondering in his heart, since it was about rebuilding the mountain gate, then what about the position of sect leader...?

However, these elders had been together at the Shangyang Sect for over a hundred years; who wouldn't know who else?

So, as soon as Elder Luo saw Song Jusheng's expression, he knew what Song Jusheng was planning.

He simply snorted coldly and said:

"Elder Song, don't even think about the position of sect leader. The sect leader's token is in my hands, and only I can contact the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Therefore, I, Luo, am more than willing to take on this position!"

Although the elders of the Shangyang Sect were all Golden Core cultivators, Elder Luo had the highest cultivation level among all the elders present.

Everyone knows this.

Song Jusheng glanced discreetly at the expressions of the other elders around him. Seeing that none of them showed any particular reaction to Elder Luo's words, he immediately knew that they must have already discussed it beforehand.

So he stopped saying anything out of place at that moment and smiled slightly:

"Old Luo, you're overthinking it. Right now, the sect is in dire straits. Why would I be thinking about that? I'm just worried that if we rebuild the sect like this, won't the Nascent Soul Daoist come looking for trouble again?"

Then another elder shook his head and said:

"Probably not. Our Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation isn't just for show. That thief was seriously injured when he broke into the mountain gate and killed the sect leader. Now that he's taken over our mountain gate and the sect leader's position, he should be able to rest and recuperate for a while."

Elder Luo continued:

"That's right. His injuries will take at least ten years to fully heal, which is enough time for us to rebuild the mountain gate."

Furthermore, in less than two years, it will be time to contact the Immortal Cultivation Realm again. At that time, we only need to inform them of this situation, and this scoundrel will surely pay the price for his evil deeds!

By the end, Elder Luo was even gritting his teeth.

Seeing this, Song Jusheng secretly transmitted his voice to an elder with whom he had a good relationship and asked:

What's wrong with Lao Luo?

The elder then told him:

"The disciple who was best at flattering him, named Jin something, was killed by that Nascent Soul Daoist with a single blow. No one else could flatter him as well as that disciple. He's been holding back all this time, so don't mess with him."

Upon hearing this, Song Jusheng disagreed.

But they didn't continue the topic.

Instead, he asked the crowd:

"Since that thief is seriously injured, why don't you join forces to defeat him?"

To his surprise, the elders present were displeased with his question and spoke up one after another:

Do you think killing a Nascent Soul Cultivator is as easy as it seems?

"He was injured, but we can only estimate the extent of the injury. What if they have some Secret Method?"

"Exactly! What if we all disappear by accident? Wouldn't the lineage of our Shangyang Sect be completely severed?"

"Exactly! We're not cowards; if it weren't for the future development of our Shangyang Sect, I would have gone up and fought that bastard long ago!"

"He's got nothing to lose, but we're a large and wealthy family; we can't afford to fight him recklessly, can we?"

"Exactly, Lao Song, it's so easy for you to say that when you're not in our shoes. You're living a comfortable life in the capital, while we brothers are enduring humiliation and suffering, only to be questioned like this by you. It really chills our hearts!"

As if he had stirred up a hornet's nest Song Jusheng was completely silenced by these words.

After a while, everyone finally finished their casual conversation and began to discuss the plan for rebuilding the mountain gate.

These were all topics of conversation among the Golden Core elders.

It has nothing to do with those elite disciples in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

At this moment, they were all tidying up their residences, their minds filled with thoughts of the promises made by the elders that they would all receive elder positions after the sect was rebuilt.

Time passed day by day.

Frost's Descent is just around the corner.

That day, Mo Yuanjiao, still wearing only a single layer of clothing, was performing the Air-Stepping Technique for his family members, who were already bundled up in padded jackets.

Watching him walk effortlessly above the artificial rocks in the garden, everyone felt both amazed and proud.

Grandmother Mo, sitting on the porch, called out to Mo Yuanjiao in the air with a slightly trembling voice:

"Jiaojiao, do you want to come down and put on some clothes? It's chilly outside—"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuanjiao blushed in the air and quickly walked straight to his grandmother.

"Ah-Grandma, don't call her Jiaojiao, she sounds like a little girl!"

Seeing him approach, Grandmother Mo reached out and pulled him closer, her eyes crinkling with a smile as she nodded and said:

"Okay, okay, we won't call her Jiaojiao anymore. Our Jiaojiao has grown up, we can't call her by her nickname anymore."

Mo's mother, who was standing nearby, laughed and said:

"Mother, don't worry about him. No matter Yuanjiao gets, he's still your grandson. Nicknames are for elders to call him. What's wrong with that? Besides, he doesn't sound like a girl at all. I think he's just fine."

Mo Yuanjiao immediately protested:

"Mom—I'm a grown-up now! I can fly!"

Grandmother Mo gently patted Mother Mo's arm and said kindly to Mo Yuanjiao:

"Your mother is wrong about that. We won't listen to her. Our Yuanjiao is a cultivator now, so we can't call him by his childhood name anymore. We'll wait until you come of age, then have your maternal grandfather give you a courtesy name. That would be much better."

At this moment, Baojian hurriedly entered the garden from outside. Seeing Mo Yuanjiao talking to the old lady and the madam, he softly called out "Young Master" and waited to the side.