Chapter 788: Ancestor, That's Cola...

"Splendid, splendid, splendid!" Patriarch Xiaoyao possessed the countenance of a youth in his mere thirties, with white hair draping his shoulders and a handsome, elegant bearing. At first glance, he seemed like a figure stepping right out of a painted scroll.

In his presence, it was instead these Daoist Masters and elders who cut a trembling, terrified figure.

The young man was seen descending as light as a stray feather, seemingly devoid of any weight, drifting down gently.

Strangely, there had not been the slightest inkling or warning beforehand.

Aside from the convergence of spiritual essence across the mountain, there was no other vision or celestial phenomenon whatsoever.

Everything seemed to have been deliberately suppressed, transpiring in absolute silence.

"No need to be surprised." With his hands clasped behind his back, his gait was ethereal and floating; his feet even seemed to hover just above the ground, making no sound.

If one were to look closely at the earth beneath him, they would see that every step remained a minuscule distance from the ground, yet every fraction, every inch, was precise without the slightest error.

But neither the ground nor any place he passed was disturbed by even half a grain of dust.

It was as though not a single motion of his had stirred the slightest breath of wind.

Such control was something almost no one in the present world could achieve!

And behind him, Ling Xuzi and several venerable elders were whispering in trepidation: "Why... did the Patriarch emerge this time so abruptly...?"

"Without the slightest sign?" One must know that when such a peerless, saint-like existence suddenly emerged, even the celestial portents would alter.

"Was there not just a chorus of auspicious beasts and an exotic fragrance filling the mountain a while ago... I told you all that a great event was about to occur in our grotto-heaven, but it just so happened to coincide with Hall Master Fang heading east to the Immortal Relic Continent..."

Slapping his thigh, he realized with a start: We actually thought it was Hall Master Fang, that saint, emerging—!

Who would have thought it was not!?

"Who knows if it was both..." another elder said, "Otherwise, the Patriarch wouldn't have suddenly from..."

He glanced back at the grand hall behind him, still feeling a bit goosefleshed: "Emerging from there just to go to the Origin Internet Club!"

"Are you certain... there are clues in that so-called 'Origin Internet Club'?" Patriarch Xiaoyao turned his head back.

"Certain!"

"Absolutely true!"

Several elders called out loudly.

There was also the middle-aged man from before named Li Wu, who spoke as if claiming credit: "Grandmaster, I heard it with my own ears."

"Now the Supreme Elder of the Haotian Sect, and indeed their entire sect, have made up their minds to make at least one person a Great God!"

"Hehe... Hahahahaha! A bunch of later-generation youngsters, relying on just them?" Patriarch Xiaoyao sneered, "Listen well!"

He paused his steps, a look of world-disdainful arrogance upon his face as he said: "Even at the very beginning when this grotto-heaven was founded, the strongest experts of that era did not dare utter such words before me."

"Great God?"

"The realm belongs to those with the capability!"

"The Patriarch speaks truly!" Ling Xuzi said solemnly, "Only the truly great and powerful of the world are worthy of taking that step. If it is just empty talk, then what value does this 'Great God' possess?"

...

Soon, the group arrived before the entrance of the internet cafe.

"Origin?" Patriarch Xiaoyao shook his head and lifted his foot to walk into the shop.

"Attendant!" Just upon entering, Li Wu began to shout, "Attendant! Set up..."

He counted toward the group behind him: "One, two, three... eight, nine, ten..."

"Set up ten membership cards! And bring ten bottles of Coke!" Having spoken, he tossed a bag of high-grade jade crystal stones (equal in value to magic crystals) onto the counter.

"Very well!" Having previously managed a new shop, Li Qin'er had already become Boss Fang's dedicated manager for new branches, while on the other side, Li Ranruo, who had come over with Jiang Xiaoyea as an exchange student, would also frequently help out in the shop.

"Wow! Who is this? How grand!" Before she could even process the cards, Li Ranruo looked up and saw a young man in a blue robe, dressed elegantly and anciently, with white hair draping his shoulders and an ancient, refined aura, stepping forward.

"This one possesses a monumental background," Li Wu said proudly, "In short, you only need to know his identity is exceedingly noble. They are the future Great Gods!"

"Well done!" Patriarch Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes slightly, and upon feeling closely, he indeed discovered...

"In this young girl named Li Ranruo, I truly sense... the aura of that divine artifact. Albeit only a subtle trace." The corner of his mouth curved slightly, "She must have come into contact with that divine artifact, or... something on her person did... Though it is hidden extremely deep, these little tricks of later-generation juniors cannot escape my eyes!"

At this moment, Li Wu was seen distributing the membership cards to everyone one by one, and then opening League of Legends: "Please look, everyone."

He lowered his voice slightly: "To become a Great God, one must pass through such a mystic realm within the shop."

"A mystic realm?" Patriarch Xiaoyao pondered for a brief moment, immediately recalling the mysterious and ancient manuals from the era he belonged to, within which unimaginable opportunities were often hidden.

"Yes... that is it!" When everything connected in his mind, even for an existence like him, his mind, which was usually as still as an old well, actually experienced a slight ripple.

"To think that I, Patriarch Xiaoyao, am the first to find it!" Although it was only a tiny bit, he could completely deduce much more, analyzing it based on his past experiences of searching for treasures and cultivating everywhere before he established this grotto-heaven...

"This girl must carry the key to opening this mystic realm, and within the mystic realm, one can find... the location of that divine artifact!"

"The peak of the Ascension Realm..." He looked coldly at the not-far-away Grand Elder of the Haotian Sect, Zhuge Qingyun, "I truly did not expect... that after so many years, the later generations would also have such an expert."

"Are you also here for that path?" He said indifferently, "I shall not lose to you youngsters of the later generations."

The Supreme Elder Zhuge Qingyun also seemed to have sensed something; he looked over and smiled faintly: "Your Excellency is a senior, but in this matter, I shall not yield, each relying on our own ability!"

"Hmph!" Patriarch Xiaoyao snorted coldly, sat before the computer, opened League of Legends, and at the same time twisted open the cap of the Coke, taking an elegant sip.

Immediately following that, he stared intently at the Coke bottle, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, as he took a massive gulp.

"Ah—! Fine wine!" He wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth and said heartily, "Hahahahaha! What wine is this? It enters with immense strength, and as it passes the throat, there is a burning, searing sensation like a branding iron. This color... is somewhat similar to the Immortal Grape Brew, yet the hue is deeper, and the flavor is even more mellow. To think the later generations still possess such fine wine... I haven't drunk so delightfully in a long time!"

"Truly fine wine!" The Master of the Order, Ling Xuzi, also lifted a bottle of Coke and said loudly, "To congratulate the Patriarch's emergence, we shall drink our fill with this fine wine!"

"I shall drain it first to show respect!" Having spoken, he gulped down a bottle, emptying it completely to the very bottom.

"Good capacity! The Daoist Master truly has a good capacity!"

"Patriarch, that is Coke..."