Chapter 1566: 1565: Ancestral Tomb, the Unconscious Patriarch

Chapter 1566: Chapter 1565: Ancestral Tomb, the Unconscious Patriarch

Upon hearing the disciple’s shout, Sect Master Wang Hengzhi frowned slightly.

This is the location of the ancestral tomb.

If there’s a corpse, could it be one of the old patriarchs?

Wang Hengzhi dared not show the slightest negligence.

He quickly stepped forward.

He saw a youth appearing beside one of the ancestral tombs.

Of course, they couldn’t really take the youth as merely a youth.

Many old patriarchs tend to retain their youthful appearances.

“Check if he still has breath?” someone suggested.

“I will personally check,” Wang Hengzhi replied.

He knelt on the ground, feeling for the youth’s breath.

The Spiritual Energy was surging around him.

Azure Spiritual Energy enveloped Xu Zimei’s entire body.

“He is still breathing,” Wang Hengzhi exclaimed joyfully.

He poured all his Spiritual Energy into Xu Zimei’s body, hoping to heal his injuries.

But his little Spiritual Energy.

Compared to Xu Zimei, it was merely a drop in the ocean.

Sinking into deep mud, insignificant.

After some time, Wang Hengzhi’s face turned pale.

For he had exhausted his Spiritual Energy, yet to no avail.

He stood up, feeling faint, almost falling to the ground.

“Sect Master,” the nearby disciple quickly supported him.

“Is this our old patriarch?” someone asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” Wang Hengzhi shook his head.

“I can’t even discern whether he is alive or dead.”

He frowned deeply.

“Clearly there is breath, but he doesn’t awaken.

As if he’s in a perpetual slumber.”

“What should we do?” a nearby Elder asked.

“Who knows if he’s an enemy or a friend?

If he’s some villain and we revive him, it could spell disaster for the True Martial Sect,”

“No, he appeared at the True Martial Holy Sect’s ancestral tomb.

I believe he is destined to be associated with our True Martial Holy Sect,” Wang Hengzhi replied.

“Let’s take him back.”

Wang Hengzhi gestured.

Instructing a woman nearby, “Yue’er, take care of this…esteemed fellow Daoist.”

Wang Hengzhi initially wanted to address him as an old patriarch.

But considering the youth’s unknown identity, he opted for ‘fellow Daoist.’

The Yue’er he mentioned, full name Deng Linyu.

Is the Saintess of this generation in the True Martial Sect.

“Master, you want me to take care of him?” Deng Linyu was bewildered.

She glanced at Xu Zimei’s motionless figure.

Somewhat disdainfully, she said, “I still have to train, no time to care for him.”

“It’s an order,” Wang Hengzhi’s brows raised, scolding.

Deng Linyu pouted, feeling rather wronged, her eyes teary.

Seeing her like this, Wang Hengzhi was a bit troubled as well.

It’s all his fault, being too lenient with this disciple, now he’s at a loss on how to handle her.

“If Niece Deng is unwilling then forget it,” the core Great Elder mediated.

Smiling, he said, “This one’s identity is unknown, who knows if he’s related to our True Martial Sect.”

“I think maybe find someone else.”

“Master, I’m willing to take care of him,”

At this moment, a weak voice came from the side.

Everyone turned to look.

It was the direct disciple of the Great Elder, Xiao An’an, who actually spoke up voluntarily.

Hearing this, the Great Elder was almost fuming with anger.

How could this disciple be so mediocre?

He was just comforting the Sect Master, and now—turned out, the joke was on him all along.

“Great Elder, since An’an is willing, then I’ll have her take care of him,” Wang Hengzhi said.

“Sect Master, An’an is just speaking nonsense,” the Great Elder put on a smile uglier than a cry.

“Master, I’m not speaking nonsense,” Xiao An’an looked at the youth in front of her.

With confusion, she said, “For some reason, looking at him, I feel a warm familiarity.”

The Great Elder was helpless.

He couldn’t do anything with this disciple.

Because this disciple was not only his disciple, but also his granddaughter.

Not possible to hit.

Nor to scold.

“I’m done,” the Great Elder sighed and walked away.

Wang Hengzhi chuckled.

He ordered someone to make a wheelchair, helping Xu Zimei onto it.

The young woman called Xiao An’an stood by its side.

Wang Hengzhi said with a smile, “If you have any requests, feel free to ask.

The Sect Gate will support you.”

Xiao An’an nodded slightly, showing she was a bit taciturn.

The type that doesn’t talk much.

“No requests,” Xiao An’an shook her head.

Wang Hengzhi then left.

Because today was the time to worship the ancestors.

Thus Wang Hengzhi needed to oversee the situation.

Seeing Wang Hengzhi leave, Deng Linyu approached Xiao An’an.

Advising, “Sister An’an, are you foolish.

This person’s identity is unclear, and if he stays paralyzed for life, are you going to care for him forever?

Listen to your senior sister, don’t waste your time.

I’ll go and talk to Master.”

“It’s fine,” Xiao An’an shook her head weakly.

Explaining, “Senior sister, I don’t know why either.

I just feel a peculiar familiarity with him.

I’ll take care of him for now.

If he does remain paralyzed for life, I’ll…I’ll care for him forever.”

“Silly girl, don’t end up regretting it,” Deng Linyu said helplessly.

…

Meanwhile, on another side.

Wang Hengzhi had already instructed dozens of disciples to start arranging the offerings in front of the thousands of ancestral tombs.

Today, the True Martial Sect is thoroughly in decline.

Just from the number of disciples, it’s clear, such a vast sect has only a few dozen disciples.

However, these disciples are utterly loyal to the Sect Gate.

Everyone loves each other, with little internal conflict.

The Sect Gate’s atmosphere is excellent.

Wang Hengzhi’s figure arrived in front of a specific ancestral tomb.

Among so many ancestral tombs, it was actually quite unremarkable.

The tomb belonged to Wang Qianhe.

Known as Old Qianhe.

Perhaps compared to other ancestral tombs, Old Qianhe didn’t have a ranking in terms of strength or seniority.

But to Wang Hengzhi, Old Qianhe was the most revered.

Because other old patriarchs, however mighty, he had never met.

While Old Qianhe was his master.

He placed the sacred fruits for worship, lit incense, and knelt in homage.

“Master, oh Master, back then you often sighed, reminiscing the west with me.

The True Martial Holy Sect was once so glorious.

As a disciple, I endured countless hardships to rebuild the True Martial Sect.

But everything is so difficult.

Let alone revive the glory, I’m uncertain how long this True Martial Sect can even last.

If you know this from the afterlife, hope you bless the sect gate.”

Wang Hengzhi finished speaking and stood up, ready to leave.

Just then, drumbeats came from a distance near the True Martial Sect.

Wang Hengzhi’s expression changed slightly.

Because he knew, disciples would only beat the drums when the Sect Gate was facing a great enemy.

“What happened?” an Elder frowned and asked.

“Quick, go see if something major has happened?”

The disciples were all discussing.

With Wang Hengzhi taking the lead, they quickly moved towards the sect’s entrance.

As for Xiao An’an, she pushed Xu Zimei’s wheelchair, closely following behind.