My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

However, the difficulty of this matter was obviously far beyond her imagination. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she tried, the imprint of the divine soul on the Dinghun plate remained silent.

At the same time, in a group of mountains to the southeast of Longyin Mountain, a middle-aged man was kneeling under a cliff that looked like a knife and an axe, with an uneasy expression, and from time to time he quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"You're here." After kneeling for an unknown amount of time, an old voice echoed in the air.

"Disciple pays homage to Master Uncle, what order does Master Uncle have for summoning disciple?" He Gantai lowered his body, and his expression became even more disturbed.

"How did you do what I asked you to do?" The old voice said majesticly again.

"The disciple is not doing well, so I ask my uncle to punish me." What He Gantai was most afraid of was that when his uncle asked something, his voice trembled slightly when he answered.

"What?" The old voice suddenly sank.

"Uncle Master, that Qingyang Sect is very powerful, not only refused to give up the Dragon Valley, but also severely injured the disciple, the disciple is incompetent, please punish Master Uncle." He Qiantai raised his head, revealing the bruises on his face, two panda eyes, and half of his nose was crooked.

In fact, Gu Fenghua and Fatty Bai are very measured in their actions, and usually they don't easily hurt people's lives and destroy their cultivation base, so although he was tortured to death by a few people, his injuries are not serious. As long as he takes the healing elixir, the scars on his face should have healed long ago. However, he was afraid that the Supreme Elder would scold him for his ineffectiveness, so he kept the injury until now.

"Didn't you say that Qingyang Sect was first established, and there were only dozens of disciples, and the sect master's cultivation was no more than the first rank of the Heavenly Sage? You can't do such a trivial matter?" The old voice angrily shouted.

"The disciples were careless. There are not many disciples of the Qingyang Sect, and the sect master's cultivation is not high, but there are a few young people whose cultivation is not weak. If the disciple is not careful, he will suffer a big loss at their hands." He Qiantai said with a look of panic.

"Young people? Thanks to your practice for so many years, you can't even deal with a few young people, waste!" Hearing He Gantai's explanation, the old voice became even more angry.

"Yes, yes, my disciple is incompetent. I have been entrusted by my uncle, and I ask my uncle to punish him." He Gantai was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to argue. He nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Forget it, let me go through it myself. I, Ge Dongyang, want to see how capable a newly-built sect and a few young disciples are. How dare they ignore my Chenhuo Sect." The old voice had just finished, when there was a loud bang from the mountainside of the cliff, and an old man in Ge clothes and hemp shoes flew out.

"Old Ancestor is out, Old Ancestor is out!" In the mountains, there was a cheer, and thousands of Chen Huo Sect disciples fell to the ground, and some were even so excited that they burst into tears.

"Don't be polite." The old man who called himself Ge Dongyang stood in the air, first waved his hands in a calm and clear manner, and then floated down, with that expression, what should I say, he was very pretending.

"Disciple pays homage to Master Uncle." He Gantai took a few steps forward, prostrated himself on the ground again, and dozens of core disciples who were in charge of guarding the retreat also rushed over and saluted the old man respectfully. Among them were the young disciples who followed He Gantai to Qingyang Sect and returned home.

"Others stay at the sect, you follow me to Qingyangzong." Ge Dongyang didn't say much, waved his sleeves, and walked out first.