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

Chapter 641 Kneeling for Ten Thousand Years
Emperor Tianhong was in turmoil. Although everything in his eyes had not changed over the past hundred years, he felt immense malice.

He couldn't imagine his situation after failing to become a disciple and returning to the Daoist court. Not to mention the Daoist court, when he arrived at the Qiankun Sect, how many disciples of the Qiankun Sect were watching him?

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and he even felt angry.

He couldn't even tell who this anger was directed at.

Hate the Sword Master of the Dao?
However, the Sword Master had no reason or sentiment to accept him.

If anyone is to blame, it's his lack of talent.

The Sword Master Fudao was able to adopt Tianhao, who was previously the number one genius in the world.

Tianhao disappeared before he was born, so some people have always believed that he is not the strongest genius in history because he has never defeated Tianhao.

After the calamity of the Primordial Human Race, everyone knew that Tianhao was the disciple of the Sword Master Fudao, which made Tianhao even more legendary.

When Tianhao disappeared, people liked to use him to suppress the geniuses of the time.

In fact, when Tianhao was alive, he also experienced the same doubts as Tianhong Emperor.

However, without defeating Tianhao, he certainly cannot be considered the greatest genius of all time by Emperor Tianhong.

Emperor Tianhong kept having wild thoughts. Even though reason told him that a hundred years was nothing, he still couldn't help but think about it.

Kneeling before the stream, looking at his reflection in the water, Emperor Tianhong suddenly felt very weak and truly unworthy of the title of the world's number one genius.

at this time.

He saw a figure walking from the depths of the woods opposite him, and when he saw the person's face clearly, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

It's neither sky blue nor sky white.

He had never met this woman.

The visitor was reassuring.

Anxin, dressed in a light blue dress, had beautiful makeup and a cool demeanor, like a fairy living in seclusion in the mountains. She exuded an aura of purity that was untouched by the mortal world, which caused a change in Emperor Tianhong's gaze.

An Xin saw Emperor Tianhong, whose eyes remained indifferent. She stopped in front of the river and her gaze fell on Emperor Tianhong, her eyes showing no emotion.

"I've heard that you are the number one genius of the Dao Court, and the most talented person in the world today. We are both immortals of wondrous arts, so why don't we have a friendly spar?"

Anxin asked, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

Emperor Tianhong frowned and asked, "May I ask if you are a disciple of Wushi?"

Anxin replied, "I am considered Wushi's eldest disciple. If you defeat me, you will be qualified to join Wushi."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Tianhong's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Having waited a hundred years, his mood was already restless. Now that An had come knocking on his door, it was something he couldn't have asked for.

He wanted to show the Sword Master his talent!

Emperor Tianhong stood up, dirt and grass clippings falling down his legs. His aura suddenly changed, and a gale howled, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently.

Where should we go to hone our skills?

Emperor Tianhong spoke, his gaze intense and his demeanor arrogant, his long hair dancing wildly like flames.

Anxin's eyes flashed with a purple light, and she replied in an indifferent tone, "No need, it'll be over soon, right here."

Emperor Tianhong felt humiliated; his robes began to billow, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

at the same time.

Inside an inn belonging to the Qiankun Sect, Gu An was drinking with his drinking buddies when they suddenly sensed a terrifying aura emanating from afar.

Qiu Zhuo, a drinking buddy, asked in surprise, "Could someone be causing trouble within the sect?" Although the Qiankun Sect is far inferior to the Dao Court now, in the eyes of the lower-level disciples, the Qiankun Sect is the orthodox sect in the world, a powerful sect that dominates a region. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in the Qiankun Sect is simply courting death.

Gu An laughed and said, "Since we're within the sect, what do we need to worry about? Let's continue drinking and talking about Yi Lang."

Yi Lang, the son of the sect leader Yi Qingshan, is not considered outstanding in terms of talent within the Yi family, but he is unrestrained and always does things that cause discussion.

Qiu Zhuo thought Gu An's words made sense, so he continued to recount Yi Lang's romantic affairs.

That terrifying aura appeared suddenly and disappeared just as quickly.

The entire process took less than ten breaths, causing a great deal of discussion among the disciples of the Qiankun Sect in various cities.

In the woods.

Emperor Tianhong knelt before the river, one hand supporting his knee and the other hanging down naturally. He struggled to look up and saw that his face was covered in cold sweat and his eyes were bloodshot.

Anxin stood on the opposite bank of the river, about ten feet away from her, his purple eyes gradually losing their unusual color.

Compared to Emperor Tianhong's terrified expression, An Xin remained indifferent.

"How is this possible... What kind of divine power was that just now?" Emperor Tianhong asked through gritted teeth. He could not accept his crushing defeat, especially since he had been defeated by someone at the same cultivation level.

Anxin said, "This is a divine power that my master taught me. You don't need to be sad. Although we are at the same level, you were not even born when I reached this level. Your talent is still higher than mine, but it is not so simple to become a disciple of Wushi."

After saying that, she stepped forward and flashed to Emperor Tianhong's side, brushing past him as she walked towards the Qiankun Sect.

Emperor Tianhong lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Did the Sword Master send you?"

“He doesn’t have the leisure for that. I just sense that your Dao heart is wavering. It’s only been a hundred years, and you can’t hold on. You’ve disappointed those in the Dao center who had high hopes for you. But it’s okay to back down. There are many paths in this world. You don’t necessarily have to become a disciple of Wushi.”

Anxin didn't stop walking; her figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Tianhong's pupils dilated, and a sense of shame welled up within him.

Yes.

It's only been a hundred years.

What is a hundred years to a cultivator?
Emperor Tianhong recalled the scenes of the previous battle, and his eyes turned fiery.

The fact that Wushi's disciples are so powerful is enough to prove Wushi's profound foundation!

Even if it takes a thousand or ten thousand years, he must become a disciple of Wushi!

Emperor Tianhong straightened his back and knelt down again. This time, he had shaken off his previous impetuousness, and his eyes regained the firmness they had when he first arrived.

A gentle breeze blew past him, ruffling the hair at his temples. In the sound of the wind, he seemed to hear the Sword Master Fudao calling to him.

He still addressed me as "disciple".

Emperor Tianhong's lips curled up, and because of Anxin's power, he longed for Wushi even more.

Years pass by quickly.

Ten thousand years passed once more, but the forest where Emperor Tianhong resided remained unchanged, as if isolated from the world and unaffected by the rules of heaven and earth.

Emperor Tianhong's clothes remained unchanged, only his hair grew longer and his beard reached the ground. He closed his eyes, exuding a mysterious aura.

On a tree branch not far away, Gu An and An Xin stood side by side, observing Emperor Tianhong.

Anxin asked, "Master, if you really don't want to take him in, should I send him away?"

Emperor Tianhong knelt for ten thousand years, which moved not only her, but also the disciples of other temples. They all knew of his determination and were moved by it.

As the most outstanding talent in the world, he was able to patiently kneel here for ten thousand years, which shows how strong his determination was.

(End of this chapter)