"Quick! Go to the mountain to invite the ancestor!"
A group of people hurriedly ran towards the mountain.
"Senior brother, how long can we hold on at the mountain gate?"
"The sect's seniors suffered heavy casualties, and I'm afraid they won't last long!"
"Then if the mountain gate is broken, we..."
There were disciples in the crowd who looked worried. They didn't want to lose their lives at such a young age.
Everyone soon arrived at the halfway point of the back mountain, where there were many caves, which were the retreat places for the strong men of the sect.
But now, many caves have been opened, and only a few are still closed.
It was the first time for many disciples to come to this important place of the sect, and they looked around with curiosity and nervousness.
"Huh? That cave is so strange!" A disciple suddenly said in doubt.
Everyone followed her gaze and found that this cave was indeed different.
The door of the cave is not made of the common immortal gold spirit wood. Instead, it looks like a mortal metal, plain and boring.
There was no knocker on the door, just something like a handle.
There is also a mirror above the handle, but I don't know what it is used for.
"What is this?" The female disciple walked to the mirror and looked at it in confusion.
"Ding! Face recognition failed, wrong identity."
A strange sound came from the door, startling the female disciple.
At this time, a middle-aged man walked up and said with a frown: "Don't mess around. The most important thing now is to invite the sect's seniors to defend against foreign enemies!"
Qin Yun calmed down, looked around, and said with some dissatisfaction: "But Master, this is the retreat place for the strong men of the sect. Logically speaking, there should be a senior in this cave, right?"
Pang Zhuo nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, but the people inside may not be able to get out."
"Why?" Qin Yun asked.
Pang Zhuo looked at the weird gate and recalled: "The owner of this cave is my uncle. He went into seclusion a hundred years ago. There has been no news for a hundred years. The sect guessed that he has passed away."
"That's it..." Qin Yun seemed a little disappointed.
However, at this moment, the security door in front suddenly sounded a rapid alarm, as if something was about to come out.
Pang Zhuo's eyes narrowed and he pulled Qin Yun back quickly.
boom!
The next moment, the door exploded, and a figure rushed out from inside and jumped onto a boulder in the distance.
"Ahem...who is it?"
Some disciples looked in the dust, but could only see a blurry figure.
"Now, how old is the Lingjian Sect?"
The man on the boulder spoke. His voice sounded young, in his early twenties.
Pang Zhuo frowned slightly, feeling that the voice was somewhat familiar, so he tentatively replied: "It is now the nine hundred and ninety-sixth year of the Spirit Sword Sect."
The people on the boulder were silent and paused for a while before letting out a huge wail.
"One hundred years, one hundred years! Do you know how I have lived these one hundred years!" Xu Yue looked up to the sky and roared, venting his emotions.
"Ding! Return to the host, and with the help of the [Ultimate Anti-theft Door], you have only slept for a hundred years."
A voice suddenly came from his head, making Xu Yue suddenly embarrassed.
"Oh, your old man is still here." Xu Yue asked with a smile.
"Return to the host, this system is with you! There are several unread messages, please host to read them later."
After the system finished speaking, there was no movement.
Under the boulder, Pang Zhuo rubbed his eyes, a little unbelievable, and said in a trembling voice: "You...are you Master Xu?"
Xu Yue came back to his senses and stared at Pang Zhuo's face, not remembering who it was for a moment.
Seeing this, Pang Zhuo hurriedly bowed down and said excitedly: "Uncle Xu! It's me, Pang Zhuo!"
Xu Yue frowned, then slowly relaxed, matching the number between the middle-aged man and a young man in his memory.
"Little table? Why have you become so old?" Xu Yue asked doubtfully.
Hearing the familiar nickname, Pang Zhuo trembled and hurriedly bowed: "A hundred years have passed by here, and the small table is not good enough to withstand the erosion of time! Unlike my uncle, whose appearance has not aged after a hundred years, I think it must have been a great achievement!"
Behind him, a group of disciples looked at each other. They had never seen Pang Zhuo, who was always serious, so humble.
Hearing the compliment, Xu Yue nodded with satisfaction, then took out a box of red things from his pocket and asked, "How about a flower?"
Pang Zhuo was stunned, waved his hand hurriedly, and said with a sneer: "Uncle Xie, since you went into seclusion, a few of us have quit!"
"Oh? Just quit, quit, quit. The past hundred years have made me miserable."
Xu Yue clicked a shot by himself, puffed out a puff of smoke, and asked slowly: "Seeing that you are in such a hurry, what are you doing?"
Only then did Pang Zhuo remember the business. After bowing once more, he wailed: "Uncle Master, I don't know something. I found that the sect is being attacked by a powerful enemy. Please help me, Uncle Master, to quell the chaos!"
Xu Yue coughed twice, his throat choked by the smoke, and his expression became solemn.
At the same time, a not so good memory came to mind.
A hundred years ago, he suffered a big loss and had to seal himself and slept in the cave in a miserable sleep.
Now when I wake up, I have to face this situation again?
"Uncle Master?"
Under the boulder, Pang Zhuo was still waiting anxiously, his eyes full of hope.
Xu Yue's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. After taking a deep breath, he threw away the cigarette butt with a flick of his finger, and then jumped off the boulder.
"Let's go, take me to see it first!" Xu Yue said solemnly.
Pang Zhuo was overjoyed and immediately called a group of disciples to follow him, and everyone rushed towards Xu Yue down the mountain.
In the crowd, Qin Yun approached Pang Zhuo and asked in a low voice: "Master, aren't we going to wake up the other seniors?"
Pang Zhuo waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay. Now that my uncle has left the mountain, that's enough."
"But is Master Xu's uncle really good? With his cultivation level... how can he be your uncle?" Qin Yun opened his mouth, looked at the back of the figure in the front, and hesitated to speak.
On the side, several disciples with keen senses also looked worried, obviously not trusting Xu Yue.
Because in their perception, Xu Yue's cultivation level is only in the mortal realm, which is not even as good as inner disciples like them.
"Nonsense!"
Pang Zhuo scolded secretly, and just as he was about to continue speaking, he saw Xu Yue turning his head.
"Little table, how old is the enemy?" Xu Yue asked seriously.
Hearing this, the disciples looked at each other, a little confused.
This senior doesn't ask about the enemy's identity and cultivation, so why does he care about his age?
Although Pang Zhuo also had doubts in his heart, he still replied respectfully: "Back to Master, there are a lot of enemies this time, including old men with advanced cultivation and young people with extraordinary talents."
Xu Yue nodded and stopped talking.
In this case, the only way is to go to the site and see it in person.
Also taking advantage of this time, Xu Yue entered the system and processed some previously unread messages.
"The [Ultimate Anti-theft Door] has expired. The cave's defense has been lifted, the host's seal has been lifted, the cultivation level has dropped to the early stage of transformation, and the victory points have been cleared."
"It is detected that there are no enemies currently, and the host has no cultivation bonus."
"The mission system is sealed and can be reactivated after the battle is won."
"Current host panel:
Host: Xu Yue
Age: 125
Cultivation: Early stage of mortal transformation
Victory Points: 0
Props: Formation X1
Identity: Great uncle of the Spirit Sword Master"
