Zhen Ping Fan could naturally sense Ye Bei Yuan’s sincerity. He said casually, “Alright, follow me.”

Zhen Ping Fang flew out, followed by Duan Ling Tian, Qin Wu Yang, and Ye Bei Yuan.

The middle-aged man stayed behind. His eyes gleamed as he muttered to himself, “Duan Ling Tian must have a good relationship with the Nirvanic Elder and Elder Qin Wu Yang. Duan Ling Tian addressed him as Elder Zhen. Elder Zhen? Could he be Elder Zhen Ping Fan? He’s one of the elusive Nirvanic Elders in our sect. Thanks to Ye Bei Yuan, I managed to meet him today.”

…

As they flew, Duan Ling Tian asked Zhen Ping Fan, “Elder Zhen, who is Young Master Xi Lin?”

“He’s one of my senior brothers’ great-grandson,” Zhen Ping Fan replied with a smile, “He’s also one of the most outstanding prodigies of the Pure Yang Sect. However, he couldn’t compare to you when he was your age.”

Duan Ling Tian nodded. Since Zhen Ping Fan as a Nirvanic Elder of the Pure Yang Sect was an Emperor of Gods, it stood to reason that his senior brother was also an Emperor of Gods. It was not surprising that Xi Lin, a great-grandson of an Emperor of Gods, would behave so lawlessly.

Qin Wu Yang chimed in at this moment, “Duan Ling Tian, Lan Xi Lin is the only direct descendant of Senior Granduncle Lan. Apart from that, Lan Xi Lin is also among the top 10 prodigies in the Pure Yang Sect. For these reasons, he’s very arrogant.”

After Qin Wu Yang finished speaking, he and Ye Bei Yuan exchanged a wry smile.

Lan Xi Lin was not only an outstanding prodigy of the Pure Yang Sect, but he was also the only direct descendant of an Emperor of Gods, Let alone Ye Bei Yuan’s disciple, even the entire Glorious Heaven Sect could not afford to offend such a person. If anything happened to Lan Xi Lin, they would have to deal with the wrath of an Emperor of Gods.

Meanwhile, Duan Ling Tian could already roughly guess what kind of person Lan Xi Lin was after listening to everyone’s words.

When they were approaching a huge floating island, Zhen Ping Fan came to a stop and asked, “Little Yang, where’s his cultivation ground?”

Duan Ling Tian looked at the buildings on the floating island. He also saw the rivers and the mountains on the island.

Qin Wu Yang smiled sheepishly and said, “I don’t know. I’ve never been to his place before. Ye Bei Yuan, why don’t you lead the way?”

Although Ye Bei Yuan was not a member of the Pure Yang Sect, he should know the location of Lan Xi Lin’s cultivation ground since he went there not too long ago.

“Yes, Elder Qin,” Ye Bei Yuan said before he led the trio away.

“Elder Zhen, since you’ve never been to Lan Xi Lin’s cultivation ground, how do you know it’s on this island?” Duan Ling Tian asked curiously.

“That’s because this island belongs to my senior brother. All his people live here. Even the patrolling team are his people,” Zhen Ping Fan said.

“Who is it?”

As soon as they landed on the floating island, a voice rang out, and an old man with a medium stature appeared. As soon as the old man saw Ye Bei Yuan, he said, “Didn’t Junior Brother Xi Lin tell you to get lost? How dare you return? Do you have a death wish?”

Ye Bei Yuan was flustered by the old man’s words, and before he could respond, Qin Wu Yang stepped forward and said with a scoff, “Er Hu, where are your manners?”

At this moment, the old man, Er Hu, finally noticed Qin Wu Yang. His expression changed, and he said with a hint of embarrassment, “Junior Uncle Qin, what brings you here?”

The old man, Er Hu, looked the same age as Qin Wu Yang. However, his rank and status were much lower than Qin Wu Yang in the Pure Yang Sect. Hence, he was modest and respectful when faced with Qin Wu Yang.

“I came with my junior granduncle,” Qin Wu Yang said tonelessly.

Upon hearing this, Er Hu’s eyes shifted to Zhen Ping Fan and Duan Ling Tian.

“Er Hu? You’re Xiao Cui’s direct disciple?” Zhen Ping Fan asked, raising an eyebrow. A faint smile could be seen on his face.

Xiao Cui was Er Hu’s master, and Xiao Cui was Zhen Ping Fan’s junior grandniece.

“Y-you, you’re Old Ancestor Zhen?” Er Hu trembled slightly. Then, he quickly fell to his knees and said respectfully, “Er Hu greets the Old Ancestor.”

This was Er Hu’s first time meeting Zhen Ping Fan, but he had heard many things about Zhen Ping Fan. After all, Zhen Ping Fan was the junior brother of the Pure Yang Sect’s strongest Old Ancestor. There was also a rumor going around that Zhen Ping Fan was as strong as his senior brother.

“That’s enough. Take us to Xi Lin,” Zhen Ping Fan said.

Er Hu was Lan Xi Lin’s senior brother. Although Zhen Ping Fan had never met Er Hu before until today, he had met Lan Xi Lin before. After all, Lan Xi Lin was his senior brother’s only direct descendant. Er Hu, an ordinary disciple, naturally could not compare to Lan Xi Lin’s status.

“Yes, Old Ancestor,” Er Hu replied. He quickly rose to his feet and led the way. Inwardly, he wondered how Ye Bei Yuan ended up with Zhen Ping Fan and the others. While he was leading the way, he did not hesitate to send Lan Xi Lin a message.

“Junior Brother Xi Lin, That old man from the Glorious Heaven Sect is back.”

Lan Xi Lin’s reply came swiftly.

“How bold! Senior Brother Er Hu, since he has a death wish, just kill him! He won’t dare to make a move in the Pure Yang Sect.”

Lan Xi Lin knew Er Hu was a match for Ye Bei Yuan who was also an intermediate Lord of Gods.

Er Hu hastily replied, “I can’t do that Junior Brother Xi Lin. Do you know who came with him?”

“Who?” Lan Xi Lin replied lazily, “Did he find help? Is he unaware of my status in the sect? Who has the guts to help him?”

Er Hu felt like crying when he heard Lan Xi Lin’s message. After a while, he quickly replied again, “Junior Brother Xi Lin, it’s best to restrain yourself. He came with Old Ancestor Zhen.”

“Old Ancestor Zhen? Who’s that?”

“Qin Wu Yang follows him everywhere. Who do you think it is?” Er Hu replied wryly.

It took a moment before Lan Xi Lin’s reply. He sounded anxious as he said, “Impossible! How could Old Ancestor Zhen help that old man from the Glorious Heaven Sect? Impossible!”

“I couldn’t believe it either. But they’re all behind me now. We’ll be arriving soon. You better come out to welcome Old Ancestor Zhen.”

It did not take long before two figures flew out from a huge mansion nearby and landed in front of Duan Ling Tian and the others.

The leader was a young man dressed in snow-white robes. He was tall and aloof, and he possessed an extraordinary bearing.

A skinny old man with one eye stood behind him. Despite his size, he looked as unmoving as a mountain.

The white-clad young man bowed at Zhen Ping Fan as soon as he arrived. “Lan Xi Lin greets Old Ancestor Zhen.”

In the Pure Yang Sect, one had to kneel to pay their respects when they met an ancestor three generations for the first time. Since Lan Xi Lin had met Zhen Ping Fan before, he did not need to kneel again.

Then, after greeting Zhen Ping Fan, Lan Xi Lin turned to bow at Qin Wu Yang and said, “Lan Xi Lin greets Junior Uncle Qin.”

“Xu Lin, I’ve not seen you for at least 100 years. I didn’t expect you to have become an intermediate Lord of Gods,” Zhen Ping Fan said with a faint smile.