If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 522 The Shock of the Candle Star

The news of the once-in-a-millennium duel quickly spread throughout the Wushi Dojo, which excited everyone.

Staying in the dojo, they spend most of their time cultivating, which can be a bit monotonous. It's good to have something to look forward to in life, and they also want to test their cultivation results.

Unlike private sparring, any contests organized by Gu An will certainly be taken seriously.

Even if it's just for peace of mind, I still want to see how strong I can be when I go all out.

As dusk falls, the mountain forest sways gently in the wind, creating a serene and beautiful scene.

"Can I participate too?"

The Ghost Mother of the Ephemeral Flower, dressed in black, stood beside Gu An and asked in surprise.

Gu An was admiring a newly matured spiritual flower when he replied, "Would I possibly play tricks on you?"

The Ephemeral Flower Demon Mother's heart raced. She knew what participating in the magical duel meant: it meant that Gu An had accepted her.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she tried to kneel down, but was stopped by an invisible force.

“As I said, there’s no need for formalities within the Wushi Dojo,” Gu An said, a satisfied look on his face. This spiritual flower was of good quality and could be transplanted into his study.

The Ephemeral Flower Demon Mother nodded, her heart pounding. After the initial surprise, she felt pressure; the people inside this dojo were no ordinary beings.

Gu An didn't care what she was thinking. He left with the spirit flower, and the Ghost Mother of the Ephemeral Flower still obediently bowed to his back.

"This is an opportunity I can't miss!"

The Ghost Mother of the Ephemeral Flower's eyes flickered, and she felt her whole body brimming with power.

Within the Wushi Dojo, there is no shortage of rare and precious materials, and with the guidance of a powerful figure like Gu An, the so-called loss of freedom is not permanent in her eyes. As long as she performs well, one day Gu An will need her and send her out on missions, and she will naturally be able to regain her freedom in the mortal world.

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In the blink of an eye, another century has passed.

As the autumn wind blew into the third medicine valley of the Tai Xuan Sect, the white-haired Lü Baitian stood in front of a medicinal garden, gazing at the herbs within. In a daze, he seemed to see a blurry figure, as if a scene from long ago was overlapping before his eyes.

Long Qing came to his side and asked, "Sect Master, what are you thinking about? Are you missing my master again? Don't worry, he'll be fine."

Lu Baitian snapped out of his daze, looked at Long Qing, and couldn't help but smile.

He felt that Long Qing resembled Gu An, not only in physique but also in appearance. Gu An had taken in so many disciples, but only Long Qing resembled Gu An. He couldn't help but suspect that Long Qing was actually a child left behind by Gu An outside.

Perhaps there's a story behind this, which is why Gu An didn't explicitly state his relationship with Long Qing.

Because of this speculation, Lü Baitian became very close to Long Qing and regarded him as the successor to the sect leader.

With his connection to the Sword Master Fudao, it will be easy for Long Qing to rise to power in the future.

The Heaven-Severing Axe is still on the Heaven-Mending Platform. As long as the sword intent of the Sword Venerable Fudao remains, the Taixuan Sect cannot forget or ignore the Sword Venerable Fudao.

"Are you ready to become the sect leader?" Lu Baitian asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Long Qing smiled confidently and said, "Of course I'm ready. With Senior Zhuxing's support, I believe I can solve any problem."

When he mentioned Zhuxing, Lü Baitian didn't pay much attention.

No matter how strong Zhuxing is, can he be as strong as Gu Anqiang?

He's the sect leader who often borrows the power of the Sword Venerable Fudao!
Lu Baitian began to instruct him on what he needed to pay attention to as sect leader. Long Qing listened attentively. Many people said that Lu Baitian was not powerful enough and that he was only able to hold the position of sect leader because of Fudao Sword Venerable.

But in Long Qing's view, this was precisely what made Lü Baitian so remarkable.

To be able to win over a powerful figure who is not related to you by blood or as your master and disciple, and to maintain that relationship steadily for so many years, isn't that impressive?
To become a sect leader, it's not about who has the strongest cultivation, but about having the right methods!
Therefore, Long Qing respected Lü Baitian and wanted to learn from him. As they chatted, Lü Baitian talked about the past. He said that he had disguised himself as a medicine slave to work for Gu An. At that time, Gu An did not know his identity, and he did not know Gu An's identity. The two formed a bond because of this.

Whenever these past events are mentioned, Lü Baitian can't hide the smile on his face.

Long Qing couldn't help but say, "What he said might have been guiding you on how to become a better sect leader. After all, how could he not know your identity?"

Lu Baitian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled: "That's true. But he could have chosen someone else, but he didn't. Instead, he chose me, who had made mistakes. His magnanimity is unimaginable. If you think about it carefully, as long as someone doesn't commit a heinous crime, he can always give them a chance to reform. This is also my principle as the sect leader. Does this person have to die? Should this person be expelled from the sect? I'll make a decision after I've thought it through."

Long Qing thought it made sense and silently wrote these words down.

They did not notice a figure walking towards the entrance of the Third Medicine Valley.

Since the departure of the Sword Master Fudao, the Taixuan Sect has not sent any disciples to guard the Medicine Valley. In the past, it was because they were afraid of disturbing the Sword Master Fudao, not because they wanted to protect the safety of the Medicine Valley.

Thousands of years have passed, and the disciples still remember the legend of the Sword Master Fudao, but the vast majority of them are unaware of the relationship between the Sword Master Fudao and the Third Medicine Valley.

Now, disciples can enter and leave the Third Medicine Valley without being stopped.

The man who entered the Third Medicine Valley was dressed in white, with a black cloth wrapped around his waist and a sword at his waist. His long hair was casually tied behind his head, and the long hair on both sides of his face was like willow catkins fluttering in the wind, reaching up to his chest.

He was very handsome, and the female disciples who passed by couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

He walked into the valley with an indifferent expression, observing his surroundings as he went.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him; it was none other than Zhuxing from the War Court.

Zhu Xing sized up the man in white, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Who are you?"

He was secretly shocked; he was a Xuan Yuan Zi Zai Xian, yet he couldn't see through this person's cultivation level.

The man in white looked at Zhuxing and asked, "Are you Zhuxing from the War Court?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xing frowned, not expecting the other party to recognize his identity.

"What exactly are you..."

"I'm not here to see you, and I won't interfere with your plans."

The man in white interrupted Zhuxing, speaking coldly before bypassing him and continuing onward.

His gaze quickly settled on Long Qing.

Zhu Xing blocked his way again, asking coldly, "Then who do you want to find? How can I be sure you won't interfere with my plans if you don't explain clearly?"

The man in white replied, "I'm looking for Long Qing, your disciple. I won't harm him. I'm just here to remind him of something that has nothing to do with your schemes."

After saying that, he moved forward again, and this time, he used his shoulder to knock Zhuxing aside.

This collision deepened Zhuxing's fear of him.

This person is very strong!

Zhu Xing watched as the man in white walked toward Long Qing, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to follow.

Clang——

The sound of a sword being drawn suddenly rang out, and the tip of the sword was suddenly pressed against Zhuxing's throat, causing Zhuxing's pupils to dilate.

So fast!

He didn't even see how the man in white drew his sword, and the sword was no ordinary weapon.

(End of this chapter)