Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 860 - : A Sweet-Sounding Master_1

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Chapter 860: Chapter 860: A Sweet-Sounding Master_1

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Ancestor Kunlun’s anger surged, and he snorted coldly. A great torrent of Spiritual Power surged from within him, forming a roaring whirlwind around him.

The two powerful and oppressive forces clashed invisibly, causing the bluestone slabs beneath their feet to shatter inch by inch. Their terrifying cracks extended outwards, gradually covering the entire square.

“Elders, please calm down! Wei Tian, the Sect Master of the Crimson Dawn Sect, pays his respects to both of you.”

A figure hurriedly ran over, interrupting the standoff between the two.

The Sect Master of the Crimson Dawn Sect respectfully bowed, but inwardly he couldn’t help but ridicule the situation.

When immortals fight, lesser beings suffer.

If you two elders want to fight, go somewhere else. Why must you come to wreak havoc in my humble Crimson Dawn Sect?

Pity his small sect, with only a few hundred members struggling for survival in the cracks. After a century of maintaining its foundation, one fight would destroy it all.

How unjust it was, ah!

“Mi Lao, must you interfere in this matter?”

Patriarch Xiayao’s face was livid as he glared at Ancestor Kunlun.

“I’ve taken a disciple based on my own abilities; how can you call it meddling?”

Ancestor Kunlun stiffened his neck and retorted, refusing to back down.

“Hmph!”

Patriarch Xiayao glared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly snorted coldly and angrily threw his hand in the air, disappearing from where he stood.

“Ancestor?”

Father and son Ji He exchanged glances, their faces pale.

“You two, get lost!”

Ancestor Kunlun waved his hand. A powerful force blasted the two of them out of the barrier and vanished before everyone’s eyes.

The oppressive force that enveloped the square suddenly disappeared, the crisis was resolved, and the Sect Master of the Crimson Dawn Sect sighed deeply, his legs giving out, almost collapsing to the ground.

“Sister.”

Lin Yixuan was overjoyed, pressing his forehead against his sister’s shoulder and tears rolling down his eyelids.

“It’s all right now. They’re gone.”

Lin Qingluo’s eyes softened, and she patted him gently on the head, looking back at Ancestor Kunlun with a grateful glint in her eyes.

Just a moment ago, during the standoff between the two ancestors, she clearly sensed Ancestor Kunlun’s sincere protection. This only furthered her favorable impression of this coincidental master who fell from the sky.

“Thank you, Ancestor, for your help.”

With this in mind, she revealed a sweet smile and expressed her sincere gratitude.

“Hehe, little girl, are you still calling me Ancestor? You should address me as Master now.”

Ancestor Kunlun retracted his domineering aura; facing his little disciple, his expression changed in an instant, smiling like Maitreya Buddha.

“Master.”

Lin Qingluo’s eyes flickered, and she suddenly smiled, accepting Ancestor Kunlun’s goodwill.

“Ah, my obedient disciple!”

The sweet sound of ‘Master’ struck Ancestor Kunlun’s heart, his beard curled with delight, and his eyes narrowed into a line from smiling.

“Master calls Ancestor Kunlun ‘Master’ so what should we call him?”

A group of young men watched in amazement, Wang Meng’s mind went blank, and he muttered unconsciously.

His muttering was rather loud; everyone heard it.

Feng Yi subconsciously picked up the conversation: “Our master’s Master is naturally called Grandmaster, which means Ancestor.”

“Ancestor, it sounds badass.”

Shitou blurted out without thinking, “I wish I could be so awesome one day.”

“Ahem, the three of you speak softer. Master can hear you.”

Mo Canglan listened with trepidation and whispered a reminder.

“You four, come here.”

Lin Qingluo smiled and waved, beckoning the four disciples to come before her.

“Hehe.”

The four disciples stood side by side, facing Ancestor Kunlun, scratching their heads with silly grins on their faces.

“Call him Ancestor.”

Lin Qingluo’s little face was serious.

“Greetings, Ancestor!”

Upon hearing the command, the four disciples put on serious faces and bowed in unison.