Chapter 1359: Peak of the Cloud Sea, The Protective Old Vermilion Bird

"Quite a few old fellows have arrived." Just as everyone looked up, the Old Vermilion Bird's voice descended from the sky, carrying a hint of teasing. His body floated down, surrounded by a phantom flame. This flame permeated the surroundings, and the moment his body landed, it immediately vanished without a trace.

Behind the Old Vermilion Bird, Wang Lin's figure was revealed.

As soon as Wang Lin appeared, several gazes immediately focused on him.

The first gaze came from Si Mozi, whose eyes were extremely cold, revealing killing intent.

The second gaze was very gentle, carrying a hint of confusion and reminiscence. It belonged to the woman among the father and daughter pair enveloped in blue light.

The third gaze belonged to the handsome youth who was eating a peach. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and a half-smile appeared on his face.

Wang Lin's expression was calm. His eyes swept over the father and daughter enveloped in blue light, and a hint of complexity appeared in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated.

"Junior greets Daoist Blue Dream Senior," Wang Lin clasped his fists and said respectfully.

Daoist Blue Dream smiled and nodded, softly saying, "I did underestimate you before."

Wang Lin's acquaintance with Daoist Blue Dream was beyond the Old Vermilion Bird's expectation. His expression was strange. He glanced at Li Qianmei beside Daoist Blue Dream, chuckled, and ignored the matter. Instead, he glared, looking directly at Si Mozi.

"Little brat, what are you looking at! Are you dissatisfied with this old man? Do you want to challenge this old man? Come, come, come, if you want to fight, this old man will play with you." The Old Vermilion Bird showed no demeanor of a Senior, glaring at Si Mozi and beckoning with his right hand.

Si Mozi's expression immediately changed. He knew that the other party was the First Young Emperor of the Land of Falling, renowned and considered the foremost under the Great Emperor. At the Revered Elder Council, research on this old fellow was ongoing, and he was extremely difficult to provoke.

"Senior's cultivation is heaven-reaching, Junior… Junior is no match," Si Mozi quickly clasped his fists, the killing intent in his eyes having long since dissipated, and said in a low voice.

"Hmph, you don't dare to fight this old man, yet you provoke my Junior and speak wildly. You deserve a beating!" The Old Vermilion Bird found Si Mozi displeasing no matter how he looked at him. With a cold snort, he raised his right hand and waved it forward.

With this wave, no Divine Ability seemed to materialize, but Yunluo Dasi's expression drastically changed, and she swiftly retreated several steps without hesitation. Si Mozi's pupils sharply constricted, and with a low growl, he formed Hand Seals in front of him. However, just as his Hand Seals were formed, a heaven-shaking rumble suddenly erupted.

Amidst the rumble, Si Mozi rapidly retreated, his hands trembling imperceptibly, his face instantly pale. A phantom flame suddenly burned around his body. He retreated three zhang, and the flame flickered three times. Each flicker caused the burning power erupting within Si Mozi's body to surge.

After three zhang, Si Mozi's body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with horror.

"Senior, you're bullying the small with the large, attacking me in front of so many Fellow Daoists. What is the meaning of this!!" Si Mozi's face was filled with rage, but as this rage flared, the phantom flames around his body surged even more violently, as if absorbing his anger and transforming into a more ferocious collapse.

Si Mozi spat out blood again. At this moment, Yunluo Dasi quickly stepped forward, raised her jade hand and pressed it against Si Mozi's back, evidently casting some Secret Technique Divine Ability. This caused Si Mozi's complexion to improve slightly, but it remained deathly pale.

"Bullying the small with the large? Damn it, you know about bullying the small with the large, yet you, with your Third Step cultivation, forced my boy into a fight, and you dare to talk to this old man about bullying the small with the large? This old man is indeed bullying the small with the large, what about it!" The Old Vermilion Bird, despite having cultivated for many years and being very kind to Wang Lin, seemingly good-tempered, was actually known for his fiery temper when he first became famous. Hearing Si Mozi's words now, his eyes widened again, and his body suddenly took a step forward.

His speed was too fast for even Divine Sense to perceive. The Old Vermilion Bird arrived in front of Si Mozi, raised his right hand, and slapped forward, directly landing on Si Mozi's face. With a 'pa' sound, a slap was delivered.

With one slap, Si Mozi groaned, his body retreating several zhang, his left cheek immediately swelling high and turning purplish-black.

Yunluo Dasi, who was behind him, instantly turned pale, her body also retreating. She said in a deep voice, "Senior, stop, my Revered Elder…"

"You little girl, shut your mouth! Say one more word and I'll slap you too! Today, this old man is going to play at bullying the small with the large!" Before Yunluo Dasi could finish speaking, the Old Vermilion Bird glared fiercely at her.

With that one sentence, Yunluo Dasi immediately bit her lower lip and stopped speaking.

Si Mozi had just retreated a few zhang when his vision blurred.

"What kind of thing are you, daring to insult my boy as a little bastard?? You're the bastard, damn it, your whole family are bastards!" As the Old Vermilion Bird spoke, he approached again. This time, he raised his left hand and swung it again. With a 'pa' sound, another slap was delivered.

Si Mozi groaned and spat out blood, retreating rapidly, his rage soaring. However, as this rage flared, it immediately transformed into flames that burned himself, causing him to cry out in pain and repeatedly suppress his anger.

"If my boy is a bastard, then isn't this old man also a bastard? Damn it, you dare to curse this old man?" The Old Vermilion Bird glared and stepped forward to pursue.

"Junior didn't…" Si Mozi's mind was greatly shaken. He was about to explain, but his words were clearly not as fast as the Old Vermilion Bird's body. In an instant, the Old Vermilion Bird approached, raised his right hand, and immediately slapped him.

With a 'pa' sound, Si Mozi's already purplish-black left cheek swelled even more, and he spat out blood mixed with a few teeth. His body flew out like a long line, thrown far away.

"Hmph, daring to curse this old man!" A hint of killing intent flashed in the Old Vermilion Bird's eyes. If he hadn't planned for Wang Lin to establish his prestige with this person, he would never have just slapped him three times; he would have directly taken his life!

This Old Vermilion Bird even dared to fish for Dragons, and his cultivation was extremely terrifying. Although Si Mozi was in the Third Step, he had just entered it. If it were someone else, even with the Old Vermilion Bird's cultivation, they would hesitate, and Si Mozi had the Revered Elder Council backing him after all.

But the Old Vermilion Bird simply didn't consider these things. His only thought was that provoking the Vermilion Bird Clan was unacceptable! Even if the other party's cultivation was higher than his, the Old Vermilion Bird didn't care; a generation's Old Ancestor would naturally step forward.

The Vermilion Bird Clan's protectiveness of its own was passed down through generations, deeply ingrained in their bones.

Wang Lin watched these scenes, a smile appearing on his face. In this Old Vermilion Bird, he unconsciously found shadows of Qing Shui, and of the Fifth Generation Vermilion Bird Old Saint Emperor.

Wang Lin's character is sometimes very simple: he repays those who are kind to him many times over, like Situ Nan, like Qing Shui whom he always remembers in his heart, like the Vermilion Bird Old Saint Emperor, like Dun Tian at that time… The Cultivators who were fighting for the position of Revered Elder of the Luosheng Society on the arena had already stopped and retreated to the surroundings. Tens of thousands of Cultivators from the Land of Falling all had extremely respectful expressions. Among them, there were also more than ten Great Emperor's Envoys, all respectfully looking at the sky.

As for the other people in the sky, none of them spoke to stop it.

After several slaps, the Old Vermilion Bird retracted his gaze and came to Wang Lin's side, completely ignoring the extremely disheveled Si Mozi and the gloomy-faced Yunluo Dasi.

"Everyone, I am very happy that you could come to the Great Emperor Star today. Although some old fellows haven't arrived yet, it doesn't matter. Today, with all of you here, let's bear witness to the trial of my Land of Falling's Third Young Emperor!

If the trial is successful, from now on, he will be the true Young Emperor. To be his enemy is to be this old man's enemy, and to be an enemy of my Land of Falling!" The Old Vermilion Bird clasped his fists to the surroundings, pulled Wang Lin, and pointed at the elegant youth.

"Little fellow, you know Daoist Blue Dream, so I won't introduce him again. Look at this youth eating peaches. Don't let his youthful appearance fool you; he's actually an Old Monster. You might have heard of this person before: one of the Five Revered Ones of the Primordial Era, Daoist Miaoyin!"

Wang Lin's expression was normal, but his mind stirred. He had heard the name Daoist Miaoyin. Seeing the person now, he didn't detect any traces of cultivation on him. He calmly clasped his fists and greeted him.

The handsome youth laughed heartily and nodded at Wang Lin.

"And this old fellow with a needle on his mouth, you should also get to know him. This person is not one of the Five Revered Ones of the Primordial Era, but his cultivation is by no means weak. He calls himself Grandmaster Taihuang, and his poison attacks are notoriously fierce!" The Old Vermilion Bird pointed at the old man dressed in animal skin, sitting cross-legged on a lizard beast.

The old man's eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly. His lips didn't move, but a voice emanated from within his body.

"Old bird, I didn't come here today for any witnessing; I came to fight you again! However, this Junior is not bad. I'll give you something for self-defense!" The beast-skin old man raised his right hand and flicked it, and immediately a section of his index fingernail broke off, flying straight towards Wang Lin.

A dark light flashed, and the half-segment of fingernail floated in front of Wang Lin.

The Old Vermilion Bird's eyes had widened when he heard the term 'old bird,' but upon seeing the half-segment of fingernail, he beamed with joy and laughed, saying, "You little poisonous worm are quite generous."

"Take it. This item contains the poisonous worm's poison attack. Using it to injure an enemy can be considered a Sharp Weapon!"

As the Old Vermilion Bird spoke, he suddenly raised his right hand and pressed it downwards onto the thousand-li arena below, shouting in a low voice: "The selection of Revered Elder of the Luosheng Society is postponed. Young Emperor's trial, begin!"

His voice was like thunder, rumbling forth. The thousand-li arena on the ground immediately emitted banging sounds, followed by a heaven-shaking roar from a Dragon Turtle. It was the giant turtle that had appeared on the arena before under Wang Lin's Divine Ability, now suddenly materializing with the appearance of its shell fragments.

The giant turtle, a thousand li in size, was extremely massive and ferocious in appearance, making it unforgettable for anyone who saw it! The moment it appeared, a shockwave pushed outwards in all directions, causing tens of thousands of Cultivators on the periphery to show fervent respect, hastily avoiding it and circling around.

The giant turtle roared, and after appearing, it suddenly raised its head, staring at the Old Vermilion Bird.

Thanks to say at first sight, ultimate, Dao, beginning, the poem of cloud water mother, tomorrow's hope, the last general… students for their unwavering support for renegade immortal, ascending to the position of Alliance Master, taking a step ahead of Wang Lin to become a Third Step mighty figure. There are also several already Third Step mighty figures joining in the fun. Er Gen bows here to express his gratitude!