1992: C1992 Curse

C1992 Curse

Wu Yue did not expect that the hope brought about by the Wujia Ridge's descendants, who she had painstakingly brought over, would be rejected. The Mountain Lord was filled with hostility towards Yang Ping, and the people who were connected to the entire clan did not have good faces, other than a few elders who stood on his side.

Wu Yue pulled Yang Ping and wanted to forcefully enter Flashing Light. The two Heaven Realm clansmen who were in charge of guarding revealed difficult expressions as they lowered their heads and said, "Commander Wu, Mountain Lord said that no one is allowed to enter unless you have stepped on our corpses."

"Nonsense!"

Wu Yue truthfully slapped the two to death with a single slap. This darn Mountain Lord, was probably living in the mountains, and had already gotten used to it. He lost his usual heroic spirit and said with a stern voice, "I order you to push him away, otherwise, don't blame me for executing the clan rules."

The two clan members obstinately stopped him, looked at Yang Ping, filled with provocation, and said: "Commander Wu, he is only a Great Saint Stage, and is only at the bottom of the clan, why do you have to make things difficult for a weak man like Mountain Lord, for the sake of the clan, Mountain Lord must exhaust himself until the end."

"Enough."

Wu Yue shouted towards the cave, "Wu Liu, don't go overboard."

"Wu Yue, it's you who should not go overboard, if you want to drag everyone into a confrontation with the Cloud Realm, death is the only path, why do you not hold back your strength, and wait for the future to come, because your thoughts were wrong, the Longevity Mountain would sneak attack us, and we would suffer heavy casualties, don't you know your wrongs?"

Mountain Lord coldly replied, tit for tat.

Wu Yue clenched her fists tightly, feeling discontent in her heart, but she could not refute it. Not only did the slap from Yin Yang Sect Master kill many people, it had even shattered the Mountain Lord's ambitions. A single Yin Yang Sect Master was enough to slaughter everyone within their clan. The one with the most powerful Longevity Mountain was a Longevity Ancestor.

The Mountain Lord was terrified.

"Come to the ancestral hall."

Wu Yue still wanted to struggle, but the impatient voice of the Mountain Lord came from inside the cave, "Wu Yue, the Elders Guild has decided."

Yang Ping watched coldly from the side, but she did not hold the slightest bit of resentment.

He could tell that the Mountain Lord was prejudiced against him, and he understood that with his own Great Saint Stage, other people would look down on him. Most importantly, Longevity Mountain covered the sky with one hand, and this group of people could hide or hide.

When Wu Yue heard about the Elders Guild, her expression slightly changed, but immediately after she coldly snorted and said: "Who's afraid of who!"

Upon receiving the order, the two clan members immediately let him go, but looking at Yang Ping, their eyes were filled with hostility and they snorted: "A mere Great Sage, if not for the title of Wujia Ridge, I would even want to duel with you. The clan does not feed idle people, and certainly not cripples.

"Shut up!"

Wu Yue was furious. The eyes of the two clan members in front of him were far too poor, they simply did not know of Yang Ping's true strength, and even she could not see through herself. Just as she was about to attack and punish them, she was stopped by Yang Ping.

"Let's go, I will give you a proper name."

To think that a descendant of the Wujia Ridge would receive contempt within the clan, this was an absolutely unbearable blasphemy. Wu Yue's bones flowed with the blood of his Wujia Ridge, she had seen the strongest person under the starry sky, and she had also seen his heaven-defying Wujia Ridge, which was simply not something these people could compare to.

Yang Ping did not care about her real name, she just felt sad.

The two guards looked at Yang Ping's back, their eyes still ridiculing him.

The mountain was empty.

It was like a small world, slightly larger than the small world Yang Ping had seen at the Wang Family in the capital. It could hold tens of thousands of people, and the moment one entered the cave, they would enter another world.

There was no conflict here, and a peaceful atmosphere permeated the air.

Many of them were even ordinary people who were working hard when they suddenly saw Wu Yue bringing in a stranger in.

"Auntie Wu Yue!"

A little girl ran over while skipping, hugged Wu Yue's leg and said coquettishly, "Did you go outside to bring me a present?"

Wu Yue petted the girl's head and laughed: "This trip is a bit busy, how about next time?"

The girl pouted, feeling wronged.2

"Liu'er, quickly apologize to Commander Wu. Commander Wu is a great hero, and without Commander Wu, we would have died long ago." A beautiful lady dressed in linen robes hurried over, glaring at the girl as she complained, "Hurry up and apologize."

"I'm fine."

Wu Yue obviously doted on Xia'er and said seriously, "I'll definitely bring you something fun next time. When we get to the exit, aunty will bring you out to play."

Liu'er's large eyes blinked as she asked, "When will it be time for the passage? I heard from my brother that the outside world is very interesting. It's so big!"

Wu Yue laughed: "Very soon."

The hempen-clothed beauty laughed at Wu Yue and then brought Liu'er home.

The smile on Wu Yue's face slowly disappeared, and she said: "You noticed it?"

Yang Ping's gaze fell upon Liu'er from beginning to end, her expression grave. Six-er's talent was actually extremely strong, not inferior to the top geniuses in the mortal world. However, there was an extremely terrifying chain in her Spiritual World that restricted her cultivation talent.

"Curse?"

Yang Ping thought of one possibility. He had seen it on many people in the Desolate Land City, but it was definitely not as strong as the chains on Liu'er's body. People with Desolate Land could at least cultivate, but if they could not reach Heavenly King Stage, even Heaven Realm required the highest level of talent.

However, Liu'er's innate talent far surpassed those in the Desolate Land, but she was unable to cultivate.

Yang Ping thought about the curse, the imprisonment from the Cloud Realm.

Wu Yue nodded, her gaze dim, and laughed coldly: "After Wujia Ridge went against the heavens, the Cloud Realm Will, in order to cater to the Cosmic Will, had actually imposed an extremely terrifying restriction on anyone related to Wujia Ridge. Liu'er and the rest are descendants of the Wujia Ridge, so they will never be able to cultivate in their entire lives."

Yang Ping thought of the others.

"The Mountain Lord and us are actually aboriginals of the Cloud Realm. We don't just have the blood of the Wujia Ridge, we can also cultivate." Wu Yue saw Yang Ping's doubt and sighed, "Not only are six children unable to cultivate, they can't even leave this small world. The moment they come into contact with the laws of Cloud Realm, they could suffer a backlash and die from the backlash, resulting in their bodies exploding."

Wu Yue's expression turned serious as she stared at Yang Ping and said in a low voice, "Please bring them out of this small world, because this small world is about to collapse. When the small world collapses, everyone here will die."

Yang Ping's face changed slightly.

He fell into deep thought.

"Liu'er, the situation isn't the worst. You will know soon enough that our living environment is getting more and more harsh, and we can go extinct at any time. If we don't change it now, we can only wait for death. However, Mountain Lord is so stubborn, he wants to place his hope in the pity of Longevity Mountain. "

Wu Yue's eyes flashed, filled with worry.

The reason why he desperately brought Yang Ping back was to fight for a chance at survival.

Wu Yue felt that Yang Ping definitely had a way.

This was because not just anyone could accept a successor in the Wujia Ridge. Even if it was his son, he didn't have the qualifications.

Passing through many layers, they arrived at the center of a small world. A huge set of Wood Building appeared in front of their eyes.

This was the ancestral hall.

As they passed by, they curiously looked at Yang Ping, their eyes filled with enmity.

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