NCCnovel Chapter 298 Lian Chuan's Talent
Chapter 298 Lian Chuan's Talent
The moon rises above the branches, and lanterns soar into the sky.
Lian Chuan and the Lang siblings explored the city of Beiyue together, seeing some novel things they hadn't seen since arriving in Beiyuchuan. Before long, it was midnight.
When the bright moon hangs high in the sky, the sacrificial ceremony begins.
Lang Mingyue stood beside Lian Chuan and quietly explained to him, "Actually, there wasn't a ceremony for Changjun's birthday before. It's just that Changjun has been in seclusion for nearly a thousand years, intending to break through to the Demon Lord realm. That's why the clan elders added this ceremony, using the power of the Cold Moon to offer to Changjun and help her cultivate. Look over there..."
Lian Chuan looked in the direction the girl was pointing. There was a huge altar on the open space there. Snow Flame, unique to the Northern Region River, burned around the altar. The cold, silvery-white light illuminated the entire altar.
Lian Chuan saw a celestial instrument made of ice placed in the very center of the altar, slowly rotating.
"This is the sacrificial artifact that the clan elders used to collect the power of the cold moon for Lord Changjun. It is stored in the cave behind the Ice Flower Pool year-round, and can only be used for one night every ten years."
As the girl was speaking, Lian Chuan heard a clear bell ringing.
The people surrounding the altar automatically parted, and Lian Chuan looked at the path they had cleared.
From the snow-covered road, a tall, elderly man in a white robe, with white hair and beard, slowly emerged. In his hand he held a staff about nine feet tall.
The clear, ringing sound came from the bells hanging on the staff.
The bell is exquisite; its jade casing resembles a slowly blooming lily of the valley, and its sound is melodious, as if it came from a celestial palace.
But what caught Lian Chuan's eye the most was a moon-white pearl hanging above the bell.
The bead was about the size of a fist, radiating a lustrous glow that shimmered gently on the old man's aged face as it rested on his staff.
In Lian Chuan's eyes, it was like a second moon in the world.
"This is the High Priest." Lang Mingyue said briefly, then lowered her head and tugged at the sleeve of the young man beside her, signaling him to do as she said.
Lian Chuan hurriedly lowered his head, still pondering the matter of that pearl.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he sensed a familiar aura emanating from that pearl.
It was neither the grandmaster nor any of the elders in the clan.
That feeling spanned the ten years he spent in Beiyuchuan, subtly pointing to...
It pointed to the lower realm, to the Xuanhuang Sect, and to that midnight when fine snow was falling before the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Senior Sister..."
The young man murmured.
As everyone bowed their heads, the priest had already walked onto the altar, and a layer of snow-white frost formed on the ground as he moved forward.
When they arrived at the Heavenly Mechanism, the old man bowed deeply to the slowly rotating ritual vessel before him.
At the same time, the pearl hanging from his cane slowly flew up and was embedded in the center of the celestial divination instrument.
The old man slowly lowered his head.
The aged and hoarse voice, like the ancient wind, sang slowly, carrying a boundless sense of desolation:
"The moon is frosty, the snow is icy cold."
"May my tribe be blessed and never perish."
"The moon of compassion, the snow of mercy."
"Its power is like a raging tide, never ceasing."
……
The old man spoke the ancient priestly language of the wolf clan, which sounded particularly mysterious and solemn in the moonlight.
As the ancient sacrificial text was read for the third time, Lian Chuan began to notice the changes in his surroundings.
Under the desolate and cold moonlit night, in the snow-covered city of Beiyue, some snow-white specks of light slowly flew out from the mountains and from the snow-covered forests outside the city. They gathered in mid-air to form a river radiating moonlight, intertwining with the moonlight falling from the sky, and finally transforming into the purest and most refined power of the cold moon.
Lian Chuan felt the power crashing down like an irresistible tidal wave, sweeping past the wolf clan below and surging into the Celestial Mechanism on the altar... no, wait.
To be precise, it is the pearl embedded in the center of the celestial instrument.
After that force swept through his body, Lian Chuan belatedly looked at his hands.
"This is..." the young man murmured, his hands now covered with a layer of cold moon power as soft as a thin veil.
Lang Qingfeng turned his head slightly, his pale purple eyes widening: "Lian Chuan, you..."
The power of the cold moon clung to Lian Chuan like a soft veil, making his expression appear exceptionally gentle. The young man, clearly unaware of what was happening, looked at him with a somewhat confused expression: "Qingfeng?"
Lang Qingfeng stood there, stunned, as if in a dream, until Lang Mingyue tugged at his sleeve and woke him up: "Brother... Brother!"
"Do you know what this is?" Lian Chuan heard the young man in front of him speak in a hoarse voice, his tone filled with undisguised excitement.
"You can actually draw upon the power of the Frost Moon? You can actually draw upon the power of the Frost Moon under the influence of Lord Changjun?"
After the young man said those words, Lian Chuan suddenly realized that, without him noticing, the wolf clansmen surrounding the altar, and even the white-robed priest on the altar, were all looking at him.
The surrounding area seemed to explode in an instant after Lang Qingfeng's words.
"He can actually draw upon the power of the cold moon that he collected for Lord Changjun. Such talent is truly astonishing even among the Silver Moon Wolf Clan."
"Could his talent surpass even that of Lord Changjun? Could this truly be the golden age for our wolf clan!"
……
Amidst the clamor of voices around him, Lian Chuan covered his face.
In the Ice Flower Pool, Jin Guang, who had been watching the situation closely, slowly took a sip of wine and then looked at He Zhui to the side.
The woman's voice was languid, like that of a well-fed cat: "What do you think of his talent compared to Xue Lan's?"
He Zhui thought to himself, "What kind of question is that? Isn't that obvious?"
The young man picked up his wine glass: "The Silver Moon Wolf Clan has many geniuses, but only one, Xue Lan, has emerged."
"The Northern Region, which her father had failed to conquer for over a thousand years, she took over in just two hundred years. The demons, which the Upper Realm had failed to defeat for thousands of years, were driven back into the desolate region three thousand miles away in eight hundred years."
"Even that spacetime technique, which no one believes in and no one supports..."
The young man gave a bitter smile: "This child was sent up by Xue Lan, which means she likes him, but if you compare him to Xue Lan... the difference is like heaven and earth."
Jinguang smiled gently, then nodded slowly.
"But it looks very similar, doesn't it?" The woman's tone was unusually gentle. She downed the wine in her glass in one gulp. A hint of unrestrained blush lingered at the corners of her eyes.
"Do you think this child is fit to be the lord of the wolf clan?"
He Zhui paused for a moment. The young man was sweating profusely: "Didn't you want me to die?"