Wang Ping sat upon his chariot, which was led by the nine Immortal Master rank dragons. The creatures stretched across the sky like a living mountain range, their scales gleaming with an ethereal light that painted the clouds in shades of gold and crimson.
Seeing him seated so majestically above, the elders and the Sect Master were filled with excitement. Even though it was not them riding the chariot, what did that matter? It was their master who sat upon nine dragons suspected to be cultivators of the Immortal Realm. And even if they were not quite of the Immortal Realm, they should at least be of the Mahayana Realm, right? After all, their master was an immortal. Capturing a few Mahayana Realm dragons could not be so difficult for someone of his stature.
Thinking about it, they all shared the same thought in their minds. They had hugged a thick thigh. A truly thick thigh.
Meanwhile, Wang Ping sat upon his chariot, very much pleased by the reactions of the people on the ground. He watched their wide eyes, their trembling lips, their bowed heads. The fear and awe written across their faces was like sweet wine to his heart.
He thought to himself, Hehe, I see that I have not embarrassed myself. Instead, it seems they respect me even more, right? Should I show off more? Yeah, that's right. Let's show off more.
Thinking this, he looked down at the Sect Leader, who stood with his head bowed and his hands clasped respectfully before him. The wind tugged at the Sect Leader's blue robes, but the man did not move an inch.
Wang Ping spoke, his voice carrying across the silent ground with effortless authority. "Do you know why I summoned this chariot?"
Hearing the voice of Wang Ping, the Sect Leader replied in a most respectful tone, his voice humble and low. "Senior, I do not know. Please enlighten this foolish one."
Wang Ping nodded slowly, savoring the moment. He adjusted his posture on the chariot, making sure he looked as dignified as possible. The nine dragons remained perfectly still, their massive heads lowered in submission, their breath creating gentle gusts that rustled the grass below.
He then said to the Sect Leader, "Did you not say that flying is the fastest and most convenient way of travel? Now look at this. This is more convenient, faster, and far more comfortable than simple flying. Do you understand?"
He paused, letting his words sink into the minds of everyone present. The elders exchanged glances. The stewards remained frozen. The selected disciples stared with mouths agape.
Wang Ping continued, his tone becoming almost lecturing. "This gives you an important lesson. Always remember this. No matter how high your cultivation is, there is always another heaven higher than the heaven you previously thought was the highest. Do you get it?"
The Sect Leader listened to every word. He could sense the faint disdain laced within Wang Ping's tone, but he did not say anything in response. He did not dare. What did it matter if he was disdained? He was being disdained by an Immortal Realm great cultivator. How many people in the mortal world could claim such an honor?
A quiet smile crept onto the Sect Leader's lips as he thought to himself, Hehe, many figures in the mortal world do not even get the chance to see an immortal, let alone become one's servant. Even those Mahayana Realm ancestors of the holy lands would fight to the death for this kind of opportunity.
He bowed even deeper, his forehead nearly touching his clasped hands. "Senior's wisdom is boundless. This junior will remember your words for eternity."
At that moment, a notification rang in Wang Ping's ears.
[Ding! Mission completed. Fame points increased by 200 points.]
Wang Ping's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He leaned back into his chariot, feeling the soft cushions embrace him, and looked out at the horizon where the Azure Sword Sect awaited.
"Now then," he said lazily, waving his hand. "Lead the way."