Chapter 1055: Chapter 1046: The Saint’s Arrangement

“Accept him as a disciple?”

Jiang Qiong gazed at Hong Yuan, whispering to herself, as she pondered her decision.

She trusted Gu An’s judgment, but hesitated whether to ride the wind Gu An sent.

The Gathering Flower Sect has developed for many years. Although it hasn’t dominated any region, it remains stable. Being too powerful could cause trouble—an insight she gained from the Thousand-Autumn Pavilion.

Currently, the Gathering Flower Sect has many factions and ambitious individuals. Some higher-ups displease her, but they are her own disciples; as long as they err not, she has no reason to censure them.

She can control things now, but may not be able to in the future.

Gu An listened to Jiang Qiong’s inner thoughts without interruption, allowing her to make the choice herself.

At that moment, Hong Yuan stopped, turned around, looked up at Gu An, and shouted with a face full of grievance, “Ancestor, Master bullied me! Bullied a child!”

Gu An pretended not to hear, while Su Han picked him up and walked to the side, ignoring his cries and refusing to loosen his grip.

After much consideration, Jiang Qiong decided to agree.

She had her concerns, but the disciples also had their own expectations and ambitions. Missing Gu An’s bestowed opportunity would make it nearly impossible for them to encounter such chance by relying on themselves.

“Let him join the Gathering Flower Sect then.”

Jiang Qiong spoke, visibly relieved, and with a smile, she grabbed Gu An by the hem of his clothes, eyes filled with allure, softly asking, “How should I thank you?”

If Gathering Flower Sect disciples witnessed this, they’d surely think she was possessed, for she always appeared stern and humorless before others.

Gu An didn’t push her away, but looked into the distance and said, “Seems there’s new wine in the city, care to join me for a drink?”

“Then let’s go, drink up and listen to my arrangements afterwards.”

Jiang Qiong took Gu An along, ignoring Su Han and Hong Yuan.

Within dozens of miles, Long Teng stood atop a eaves, overlooking the coastal town beneath the mountain. His mindset was reverting to the past.

He once more had a strong urge to become stronger.

Because within the Gathering Flower Sect, he unexpectedly sensed numerous cultivators not inferior to himself, making him feel his past achievements unworthy of mention.

Most importantly, his ancestor’s words echoed intermittently in his mind.

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Long Teng took a deep breath and disappeared from the eaves.

…

The Underworld, on the desolate land.

Zhang Buku and Xu You walked side by side, Zhang Buku clad in a black robe, cradling a Jade Altar expressionlessly.

Xu You surveyed the surroundings and said, “This is a place even the Nine Nether Emperor dares not tread; do we really want to continue? I feel he wasn’t joking.”

Zhang Buku stared ahead and said, “He once called himself Lord of Nine Nether, but now he’s hesitant. Regardless of the underlying reasons, he’s no longer reliable.”

Xu You sighed, saying, “You’ve been together so long; why can’t you let go? Look at me, I don’t care for my father’s fate, he’s abdicated, and I don’t want to return to see him.”

“People differ; you have things you care about, don’t you?”

Zhang Buku asked back, leaving Xu You momentarily speechless.

At this moment, wind roared towards them, lifting sand along the way.

The two squinted towards the front; the horizon was pitch black, with the Celestial Vault vaguely swirling with blood-colored clouds, casting an oppressive atmosphere.

Zhang Buku and Xu You didn’t need to exchange glances, they simultaneously stepped forward, moving swiftly, crossing a thousand miles in a single step.

After a hundred steps, they stopped before a giant pit, resembling a dried-up lake with many bones at the bottom, their eyes fixed there.

Xu You furrowed his brows and whispered, “Did you feel it?”

Zhang Buku replied, “Yes, there’s a complicated Cause and Effect aura; likely from a certain bone below.”

“May I ask which senior is resting quietly? We hope we haven’t disturbed you.”

Zhang Buku’s voice echoed through the heavens and earth, without timidity, as he was often a dominant force at a prominent power.

Yet, he received no response.

Xu You followed, saying, “We heard from the Nine Nether Emperor that there’s power transcending Reincarnation here; we have come seeking assistance.”

Zhang Buku tightly focused below, trying to find any clue from the pile of bones.

After a while.

Just as Xu You was about to speak again, a hand bone below began to tremble, slowly rising into the air.

“Nine Nether Emperor? When did he develop such intention?”

A weathered and hoarse voice resounded, as though having slept for countless years and was unaccustomed to speaking.

The voice belonged to Hongqian Ancestor.

Both Zhang Buku and Xu You were unsure of Hongqian Ancestor’s implications, Xu You proceeded, “It’s due to our earnest pleas that the elder pointed us to a path.”

“Leave now, I have no interest in aiding you.”

Hongqian Ancestor’s tone revealed impatience.

Zhang Buku stepped back, then rolled up his sleeves, knelt down, and with a resolute expression said, “If the senior helps me resurrect my father, I’m willing to sacrifice all!”

Xu You gazed at him, wanting to speak yet remained silent.

Having spent so many years together, he understood Zhang Buku well; once that boy is set on something, he absolutely won’t give up.

But not everything goes his way every time?

Xu You watched the hand bone fly up, leap over the ground, hovering in the air.

He immediately felt uneasy, as if watched by unseen eyes.

Zhang Buku shared the feeling but wasn’t afraid; he kept his gaze fixed firmly on the hand bone, eyes profound.

Hongqian Ancestor, only recently revived, was conflicted, still contemplating Gu An.

He had thought himself dead for sure, yet unexpectedly revived as a hand bone; he now understood the hand bone’s origin was left by a disciple he once took in under Heavenly Dao.

He didn’t consider himself lucky since this wasn’t his plan, and the Saint wouldn’t make mistakes.

What does this signify?

The Saint had him resurrect on his disciple’s hand bone, undoubtedly with special arrangements.

Might it relate to these two?

Their arrival so soon after his consciousness revived, accurately finding him, surely guided by some force unseen.

Currently, Hongqian Ancestor lacks a physical body, has no cultivation level, but as the Supreme Emperor of Ultimate Merging Dao, his background remains—far from what Zhang Buku and Xu You can contend with; he directed his gaze on Zhang Buku’s Jade Altar.

“Ah?”

Hongqian Ancestor was startled by the Cause and Effect within the bone ashes in the Jade Altar, seeing a power he’d never encountered before.

Now he could ascertain Gu An bringing him back had purpose.

Only after facing life and death did Hongqian Ancestor realize the true preciousness; becoming a Saint is his greatest goal, yet only surviving allows pursuit.

“Put it down. You may leave now.”

Hongqian Ancestor’s voice echoed, tone indifferent but forceful.

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