area51novel Chapter 12 The Great Ying Immortal Zuo Ruotong
Chapter 12 The Great Ying Immortal Zuo Ruotong
Upon hearing this name, Zhuge Yan's expression changed instantly.
The Three Ones Gate, Reversed Life Triple, Zuo Ruotong.
The significance of these names in the world of supernatural beings needs no embellishment.
When a person is born, the primordial energy is transformed into the limbs and bones; this is the natural order.
To follow the natural order is to comply with the laws of nature, but one cannot escape death. Therefore, one needs to reverse one's own nature and return to the state of primordial Qi. This is called reversal!
The philosophy of the Three Ones Sect is to follow the trend to avoid calamities and go against the tide to achieve great success.
"What is Master Zuo doing at our Wuhou Sect?"
Zhuge Duan remained silent for a moment.
"Taking on apprentices."
Zhuge Yan was taken aback.
"Taking apprentices? Who should I take on?"
"Zhuge Yun".
Zhuge Yun is the son of Zhuge Duan's younger brother, two years younger than Zhuge Yan, and is nine years old this year.
Among the younger generation of the Wuhou School, Zhuge Yun's talent was not the most outstanding, but he had a special quality that others did not have.
His mind is extremely pure.
The Wuhou School practices numerology, and those with a more chaotic mind are more easily trapped by numerology itself.
Zhuge Yun, on the other hand, was not quick to learn, but once he learned something, he mastered it extremely well.
He was neither competitive nor jealous, and had almost no presence among the younger generation of disciples, but his scores in each of the ten-day exams were steadily improving.
"Why Zhuge Yun?" Zhuge Yan asked.
"Your third uncle took Xiaoyun out a while ago. Perhaps it was then that Xiaoyun happened to catch the eye of the Left Sect Leader?"
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bamboo forest outside, which had already darkened.
"The Sanyi Sect has always been extremely cautious in accepting disciples, and it is extremely rare for the Left Sect Master to personally accept disciples."
Zhuge Duan's voice trailed off.
"Zuo Ruotong is very cautious in accepting disciples. The trials in the lower academy are to determine whether these people can practice the Reverse Life Triple Realm."
Even for a promising talent like Lu Jin, who comes from the prestigious Lu family, Zuo Ruotong would have his parents present and tell him all the risks, allowing Lu Jin to choose whether or not to join the Sanyi Sect.
His personal visit to the Wuhou Sect must have indicated that he had thoroughly investigated Yun'er.
Zhuge Yan remained silent.
He recalled the plot of the original novel, in which Zuo Ruotong was extremely cautious in accepting disciples. She would make careful arrangements for promising talents who had not yet entered the sect, and persuade those who were not suitable to leave as soon as possible, so as not to ruin their lives.
It would be a blessing to have such a person as your master.
Zhuge Duan turned around and looked at Zhuge Yan.
"When Master Zuo arrives tomorrow, you should also come."
Zhuge Yan raised his head.
"You are the most skilled among the younger generation of the Wuhou Sect, and Yun'er is your cousin."
Zhuge Duan's voice was steady.
"Regardless of why Master Zuo chose Yun'er, the Wuhou Sect must treat her with courtesy. Your presence is both a matter of courtesy and a matter of attitude."
Zhuge Yan stood up and bowed slightly.
"Yes, Father."
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The next day, just after Chen Shi (7-9 AM), the gates of the Wuhou Sect were already crowded with people.
Zhuge Duan personally led the team, with Zhuge Zhong and Zhuge Ji standing on the left and right respectively.
After the three elders came the younger generation of disciples of the Wuhou School.
Everyone was whispering about the same name—Zuo Ruotong.
The reason is simple: the name Zuo Ruotong is just too "out of the loop".
Even a "homebody" like Zhuge Yan, who had never left the Wuhou Sect since childhood, could occasionally hear Zuo Ruotong's name from other members of the clan.
Zhuge Yan stood at the forefront of the younger generation of disciples.
His position was personally designated by Zhuge Duan. As the most accomplished young member of the Wuhou School, standing at the front was a sign of respect for the guest.
Zhuge Zhao stood on the other side of Zhuge Yan, his expression tense.
Zhuge Ming stood in the back row, tiptoeing and peering towards the direction outside the mountain gate.
Zhuge Yun stood on the far right of the first row, almost touching the stone pillar of the mountain gate.
The nine-year-old child was thin and shorter than his peers by half a head. He wore a faded blue Taoist robe with frayed edges on the cuffs.
His appearance bears a resemblance to Zhuge Yan, with his brow bone and jawline seemingly cut from the same mold. However, his eyes are larger than Zhuge Duan's, carrying a clarity and bewilderment unique to young people.
He clearly had no idea why he had been called to stand here.
This morning he was informed that the head of the Sanyi Sect, the Great Ying Immortal, wanted to see him!
Zhuge Yan glanced at Zhuge Yun.
The boy's fingers were twisting inside his sleeves, his lips were slightly dry, but he stood very straight.
The sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.
It wasn't a gallop, but a leisurely pace; the horse's hooves clattered crisply and rhythmically on the stone slabs of the mountain path.
The sound of carriage wheels followed, the wooden wheels grinding over gravel with a steady creak.
A horse-drawn carriage slowly approached along the bamboo-lined path outside the mountain gate.
The carriage was ordinary, without any sect markings. The carriage was made of dark wood, and the curtains were half-drawn.
The driver was a middle-aged Taoist priest in his forties, with a thin face, wearing a gray Taoist robe, and a long sword hanging at his waist.
The carriage stopped outside the mountain gate.
The Taoist priest who was driving the carriage jumped down, walked to the side of the carriage, and whispered, "Master, we've arrived."
The curtain of the carriage was lifted by a finger.
That hand was very white, with distinct knuckles, and faint blue veins could be seen under the skin.
It's not an old person's hand, but it's not a young person's hand either; it's a hand whose age is impossible to judge.
Then, Zuo Ruotong stepped out of the carriage.
Behind him, a boy of about ten years old followed closely.
Everyone fell silent.
Zuo Ruotong is not tall, and could even be described as rather thin.
He was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe with wide sleeves, overlapping collar, and a dark blue silk sash tied around his waist.
The fabric wasn't luxurious, but it was extremely clean, so clean that it seemed as if the robe was meant to be worn by him.
It was a face that looked only in its thirties.
Her skin was smooth, her brow bone was clear, and her jawline was soft yet angular.
Her lips were thin, slightly pursed, with a faint curve at the corners.
It wasn't laughter, but a detached and composed demeanor.
But what truly captivates the eye is his eyes.
Those eyes were calm, like someone who had stood atop a mountain for decades watching the sea of clouds; it was hard to make him overreact to the shape of a single cloud.
Zuo Ruotong stood beside the carriage, her gaze sweeping over the Wuhou Sect members who were lined up outside the mountain gate to welcome her.
His gaze lingered on Zhuge Duan for a moment, and he nodded slightly.
Then his gaze continued to move, sweeping over the three clan elders and the disciples of the Wuhou Sect.
Zuo Ruotong's gaze finally settled on Zhuge Yun.
He stared at the nine-year-old boy standing on the far right of the first row, wearing a faded blue Taoist robe, his fingers twisting inside his sleeves, for a long time.
Zhuge Yun felt a little flustered by that gaze, but he did not lower his head.
His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
Zuo Ruotong's lips curved slightly.
It wasn't a polite smile; it was a genuine smile that had been touched by something.
It's subtle, but real.
Zhuge Duan stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute.
"The Wuhou Sect respectfully welcomes the Left Gate Master."
Zuo Ruotong returned the greeting.
"Clan Chief Zhuge, you are too kind. I, Zuo, have taken the liberty of visiting and disturbing your esteemed sect."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to everyone present.
"Master Zuo has come from afar, please come in and we'll serve you tea."