Chapter 1757: Cloudmist Immortal Sect, Golden Immortal Yun Shi Part 2

Such a tale made Yun Nanfeng stand out even among the many prodigies of the Ancient Realm.

Seated in a place personally arranged by Yun Nanfeng, Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan gazed out past the layered clouds, overlooking the sea of cultivators gathered below the high platform, both feeling a deep sense of awe.

On either side of them were core bloodlines of the Cloudmist Immortal Clan. Every member wore opulent attire, their expressions serene yet proud, as they looked down upon the masses—though from time to time, they cast flickering glances toward Jiang Chengxuan.

By now, the members of the Cloudmist Clan had naturally learned of Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan’s identities.

On the surface, they offered warm welcomes.

But in truth, aside from the few diehard loyalists of Yun Nanfeng’s lineage, the sentiments of the other branches were far more complicated.

However, due to Yun Nanfeng’s family showing such respect toward Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan, no one dared show any overt disrespect.

Moreover, thanks to Yun Nanfeng’s introduction, they had also learned of Jiang Chengxuan’s strength—strong enough to hold his own against a late-stage Profound Immortal elder. That alone was enough to keep them cautious.

“Woooo—!”

During the ceremony, the sound of horns thundered through the skies. Guests toasted and exchanged greetings, and countless factions presented lavish gifts with fiery enthusiasm.

Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan paid little attention to the noise, quietly observing the proceedings from their seats.

What intrigued them most at this moment was the rumored appearance of the Cloudmist Clan’s Golden Immortal ancestor.

According to Yun Nanfeng, there was a good chance the old ancestor would show himself today—after all, he was currently residing within the sect.

They weren’t the only ones hoping to catch a glimpse of the legendary Golden Immortal; many had come precisely for that reason.

Yet, as time passed and the ceremony neared its end, Yun Nanfeng had already been formally granted the title of Sacred Son, and still, the Golden Immortal had not appeared.

Could it be… he wouldn’t show up today?

A wave of quiet disappointment swept through the hearts of many, Jiang Chengxuan included.

Golden Immortals were already detached from worldly concerns. Even for events of their own sect, they often remained aloof and uninvolved.

“Heh… We welcome all honored guests to the Cloudmist Immortal Sect—”

“Today, as our Sacred Son returns, he shall carry the bloodline of our clan, temper his sacred heart, and walk the sacred path. Please, all, bear witness!”

Just then, a voice of supreme majesty echoed from afar, shaking the heavens and penetrating the ears of all present!

It carried a domineering will that left the sky and earth trembling, a divine resonance that seemed to ring straight from the heavens—shocking all who heard it.

“Gasp—could it be…”

“Is he really about to appear?”

Everyone, Jiang Chengxuan included, jolted with surprise. A shiver ran through the crowd as heads turned upward.

Cloudmist cultivators leapt to their feet, expressions solemn, eyes shining, and all bowed deeply toward the source of the voice, shouting in unison:

“We welcome the Ancestor!”

“We welcome the Ancestor!”

“We welcome the Ancestor!”

Even Yun Nanfeng and his parents halted their movements mid-ceremony, barely able to contain their excitement as they respectfully bowed.

In that moment, the entire world fell into silence—an eerie, absolute stillness.

“Buzz—!”

Then, a mysterious hum echoed through the air as a pinprick of light broke through the void, shimmering between real and unreal, descending gracefully from the nine heavens above.

In the blink of an eye, it landed at the center of the high platform like a falling star—its majesty unrivaled, its aura vast and mighty.

Jiang Chengxuan stared in wonder.

A robed immortal, bathed in divine light, stood calmly with his hair tied and his face radiant. Though he showed no signs of age, his eyes held boundless wisdom and clarity. Star-like brilliance hovered above his head, exuding sacred power.

One glance at him felt like beholding the eternal light of the heavens—an awe-inspiring presence forged from ages past.

But then, in the very next moment, the aura vanished entirely. He seemed nothing more than an ordinary elder, devoid of any spiritual pressure.

Such mystery—such mastery—was the mark of a true Golden Immortal.

“Carry on.”

The elder spoke calmly. Upon hearing this, the Cloudmist disciples raised their heads in excitement and returned to their seats, and the ceremony resumed.

“I am Yun Shi. I once again welcome all honored guests.”

The elder turned to face the gathered masses. His eyes swept calmly across the thousands of immortal cultivators, and he offered a serene smile.

In that moment, the entire gathering exploded with renewed fervor, becoming ten times livelier than before.

The immortals present were overwhelmed with emotion, their hearts pounding.

Even Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan exchanged glances, their expressions filled with admiration.

A true Golden Immortal—his bearing lived up to every legend. One could only respect him.

Especially Jiang Chengxuan—he felt, faintly, that the elder had looked at him.

Not only that, the elder seemed to nod at him ever so slightly.

It wasn’t just an illusion. The elder’s presence made it difficult to discern such details, but Jiang Chengxuan was sure of what he saw.

Given that Yun Nanfeng had been officially acknowledged today, it was only natural for the elder to pay attention to someone like Jiang Chengxuan—a close friend and comrade-in-arms.

The atmosphere soared to its peak.

Elder Yun Shi remained seated atop the high platform while the ceremony approached its grand finale.

Under his watchful gaze, the celebration proceeded smoothly, and only after all had concluded did he finally depart, surrounded by numerous disciples.

“Honored guest, please visit Duanyun Pavilion tomorrow.”

Just as Yun Shi departed, Jiang Chengxuan’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A commanding voice, brimming with authority, echoed within his ears—heard by no one else.

Jiang Chengxuan’s eyes sharpened as he glanced around.

There was no doubt—the message had been sent to him alone.

After the celebration, the various guests dispersed. Yun Nanfeng, now officially restored as the Sacred Son, became incredibly busy.

Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan, not wanting to impose, returned to their quarters.

“That Golden Immortal invited you personally?” Shen Ruyan gasped when Jiang Chengxuan told her what had happened.

“Perhaps… it’s something to do with Yun Nanfeng.”

It seemed logical enough to her. After all, Yun Nanfeng and his family owed Jiang Chengxuan a great deal.

In any case, Jiang Chengxuan had no reason to refuse a Golden Immortal’s invitation. There was no enmity between them, and as a guest, he had nothing to fear.

With a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, Jiang Chengxuan arrived at the appointed time at Duanyun Pavilion.

Located within the Cloudmist Immortal Sect, Duanyun Pavilion was a treasured place that Yun Nanfeng had already shown him previously.

A vast waterfall cascaded from the heavens like a silver galaxy, its roar thunderous.

Mist rose in billowing clouds, refracting multicolored rainbows through the sky.

Crossing through the curtain of falling water, Jiang Chengxuan reached the cliffside where an elegant waterside pavilion stood quietly among white jade stones.

“Hehe, honored guest—apologies for welcoming you only now…”

Just as Jiang Chengxuan arrived, immortal light shimmered from the pavilion, and Yun Shi’s voice echoed through the mountains—gentler than before.

Bathed in radiant clouds, the elder appeared once more, his figure serene and majestic as he nodded in greeting.

Jiang Chengxuan respectfully returned the gesture, his expression calm but sincere:

“I’ve long heard of your esteemed name, Senior Yun Shi. Meeting you in person today is truly a marvel. This junior is deeply honored!”

With a lighthearted smile, Jiang Chengxuan stepped into the ancient-styled pavilion.

Elder Yun Shi, now more amiable than before, welcomed him warmly. With a wave of his hand, a delicate tea set appeared atop the stone table, wreathed in immortal mist.

“Just an old man—hardly worthy of such praise.”

“That matter with Yun Nanfeng—our clan is deeply grateful for your timely aid.”

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