Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies Chapter 451 46 Welcoming the Saint Heir to His Position2

"Welco, Saint Heir!" the three elders shouted in unison after exchanging glances.

This shout seed to stir countless emotions in people's hearts.

Behind them, the leaders and followers of the sect also fell to their knees, repeatedly echoing the elders' shout, their voices reverberating through the valley.

Shen Qing stood there, montarily overwheld by the sudden spectacle.

The elder and the woman who had been speaking with Shen Qing monts ago were also shocked before expressions of imnse joy crossed their faces.

They had never imagined that the young man before them was actually the reincarnation of the Holy Son of Huang Tian Dao Master.

Many people looked at Shen Qing with curiosity, thinking that he indeed had an impressive and outstanding appearance.

As Shen Qing gazed at the many mbers of Huang Tian Sect before him, the feeling of doubt in his heart deepened.

He knew very well that he was not born a saint, nor was he any reincarnation of a Dao Master.

The actions of Huang Tian Sect must have had other motives.

Silently, Shen Qing took a step back. "I..."

A kindly elder with deep eyes interrupted quickly, saying, "The Saint Heir has co guided by the heavens, surely tired from your journey. Please follow us back to the sect's gate. You are destined by heaven, and everyone in Huang Tian Sect eagerly awaits your return."

Noticing the profound aning in the other's eyes, Shen Qing understood that they had much to say.

Just as well, he also wanted to see what they were really up to.

Now that his injuries had mostly healed, he figured these people couldn't trap him.

Calming himself gradually, Shen Qing faced the mbers of Huang Tian Sect in front of him and nodded, accepting their welco.

"Saint Heir, please!"

One of the elders gestured for Shen Qing to proceed.

Shen Qing gave a slight smile, returned the courtesy, and then, amid the admiring and reverent gazes of countless followers, ascended the stone steps leading to the sect's gate alongside the people of Huang Tian Sect.

As he stepped onto the yellow cloud, he felt as though the cloud was solid beneath his feet, inching down slightly before gently lifting him up along the stone steps.

There was a certain familiarity in this sensation that made Shen Qing smile to himself, "Huang Tian Sect is quite interesting."

Following him, the three elders of Huang Tian Sect and other leaders ascended in succession.

Monts later, after passing through the solemn sect gate, the view opened up, revealing the scene of Huang Tian Sect's Taoist field.

It appeared magnificent, shrouded in mist, resembling an earthly paradise.

Rows of buildings stood in an orderly manner, their scale nearly matching that of the imperial palace in the capital.

Shen Qing found it hard to believe that this was the handiwork of Huang Tian Sect.

With sharp eyes, upon closer observation, he discovered these structures bore the marks of age, with many parts showing signs of wear, as if they had endured through ti.

As it was known, Huang Tian Sect had only erged in the past ten years or so.

Based on such indications, it was impossible for them to have erected it.

In the center of the Taoist field, Shen Qing unexpectedly saw his long-lost cousin—Shen Xiao Hu.

Dressed in the attire of Huang Tian Sect, Shen Xiao Hu had a resolute face, with eyes shining with excitent and reverence.

He hurried forward, grabbing Shen Qing's hand, and said excitedly, "Brother Qing, you finally ca! You don't know, how much I've missed you all these years!"

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man before him, Shen Qing couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Only five or six years had passed, yet Shen Xiao Hu had changed so much.

He had indeed inherited the outstanding looks of the Shen family, dignified and full of scholarly air.

Such an aura, he had only sensed in Zhang Shuyuan, the bookworm.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one around was paying attention, Shen Qing took a step forward and asked in a lowered voice, "Xiao Hu, do you know what's going on?"

"Are you referring to the matter of the Saint Heir?"

Shen Qing nodded silently.

"This actually relates to the prophecy you told about. Huang Tian Sect can be said to have caught a breath because of this prophecy."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing was truly taken aback.

In a solemn manner, Shen Xiao Hu said, "In any case, it's not a bad thing."

Seeing Shen Xiao Hu behaving so cautiously, Shen Qing began to understand that the position of Saint Heir might not be as he initially thought.

While Shen Qing was lost in thought, the three elders of Huang Tian Sect approached.

With kindly smiles, they addressed Shen Qing warmly, "Saint Heir, just upon returning to the holy sect, we invite you to Tianji Hall to discuss important matters."

Raising his eyes, Shen Qing saw the three elders with semi-smiles.

His heart stirred, realizing that the main business was upon them.

"Alright."

Recalling Shen Xiao Hu's words, Shen Qing nodded in agreent, following the three elders towards Tianji Hall.

He walked silently behind the three elders, spiritual power concealed.

In the event of any unforeseen incident, he could react swiftly, relying on the tripod to make a swift escape.

Although Shen Xiao Hu ntioned there's nothing to worry about, it's best to remain wary.

People change over ti.

Even after so many years, whether Shen Xiao Hu was still the sa person, Shen Qing didn't dare assure himself fully.

It's wise to be cautious.

The three elders seed to notice Shen Qing's careful intentions but didn't pay much attention.

Shen Qing followed the three elders to 'Tianji Hall,' one of the core places of Huang Tian Sect.

Inside Tianji Hall, the space was vast.

In the center hung an exquisite stone wall.

It had a large circle inscribed on it, with the middle filled with complex routes, with traces of stars faintly appearing.

On the first glance, it could even make soone dizzy, emanating a mysterious aura that struck the heart with awe.

Even with Shen Qing's Primordial Spirit realm cultivation, he dared not look too long, fearing further injury to his barely recovered Primordial Spirit.

He quickly averted his gaze, avoiding further looks.

Below the stone wall, chairs were arranged in an orderly manner.

In the center was one chair, with three on each flanking side.

"Please!"

The three elders led Shen Qing to a chair on the left side, as they each took a seat, facing each other.

"Saint Heir, Heaven evolves in fours and nines, leaving a gap for escape. At the mont of life or death for our Huang Tian Sect, the prophecy you spoke of has brought us a glimr of hope and change," said the elder with white hair occupying the central chair, beginning the conversation, "It just so happens that we heard from Leader Shen that you wish to join our holy sect, which is fate decreed by destiny."

Hearing this, Shen Qing's eyes flickered.

Did what he said in twelve words really cause such a stir?

Suspiciously believing, Shen Qing subtly replied, "What does the elder an by this? Shen Qing is but an ordinary person, what virtue or ability does he possess to bear the na of Saint Heir?"

The elder on the right side, with a kindly smile, said, "Saint Heir need not be humble. The prophecy you spoke of has been found to correspond in our sect's ancient texts. The texts record that after the death of a Dao Master, a Saint Heir will be born, and you perfectly align with the heavenly mandate."

"Is that true?"

"Of course it's true."

Seeing the three elders' eyes rapidly changing, Shen Qing decided to stop beating around the bush with them.

He straightforwardly said, "Everyone, since there's no one else here, let's be frank with each other."

"On my path, I, Shen, have never believed there's a pie falling from the sky. If there ever is, it's an equivalent exchange. To obtain so things, one must pay an equivalent price."

With a pause in his tone, Shen Qing gradually said, "So, what exactly do you want to gain from ?"

The three elders exchanged a look and laughed, "The Saint Heir is indeed soone who escaped from Ji Zikong's hands, truly exceptional."

Mobilizing the spiritual power within him, Shen Qing said, "What, do you also want to uncover the secrets in like that Ji Zikong?"

Three elders shook their heads and shifted the topic, "Saint Heir, do you know why Huang Tian Sect erged suddenly and has reached its current status, even daring to contend with the Ji family?"

"I am willing to listen attentively."

"In fact, you've noticed that none of the buildings on this Holy Mountain were constructed by us at all. This site where the buildings stand was actually the sect place of Tai Xuan Sect from the ancient era, nearly two thousand years ago. Just a little over ten years ago, by a stroke of luck, we discovered it."