The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

"A disciple of Daoist Qingyan?"

She practically spat out those words through gritted teeth, her hands clenched tightly beneath her wide sleeves.

No wonder the little golden dragon slipped away from her so easily, and she chased after it for three days and three nights, losing all face.

It turns out it was that old ice block Qingyan, no, Daoist Qingyan.

He was the undisputed number one in the cultivation world, with unfathomable strength and a notoriously protective and unpredictable temperament.

Although her Hundred Flowers Sect is powerful, it's nothing compared to Kunlun Ruins and that person.

Xuan Yuanming naturally saw her. His dark golden eyes swept over her indifferently without pausing for a moment, and he walked straight past Ye Ling and the others.

That disregard was more embarrassing for Qin Wanyin than any mockery.

She watched helplessly as Xuan Yuanming walked past her and gradually disappeared into the crowd, unable to do anything about it, her face extremely pale.

She stomped her foot angrily, and could only leave dejectedly, filled with resentment.

To provoke Qingyan's disciple, that old ice block, is a death wish.

For Ye Ling and the others, becoming disciples of Daoist Qingyan was both a constraint and an incredible opportunity and a protective charm.

However, Master Qingyan's teaching methods were extremely strict.

He practices swordsmanship every day at Chenshi (7-9 AM), his sword energy soaring, and if he is not careful, he will be beaten to a pulp.

Even Qingzhu, a self-taught genius in the Dao of Immortality, could be found fault with by Daoist Qingyan. When he started cursing, he was even more venomous than Qingzhu, saying the most hurtful things he could, specifically targeting people's hearts.

Qingzhu considered herself to have a sharp tongue, but even she couldn't help but admit defeat when facing Daoist Qingyan.

On this day, Qingzhu was practicing his sword on Qingxuan Peak. His sword energy was like a rainbow, and anyone who saw it would praise him: What a once-in-a-millennium sword genius!

But when it came to Qingyan Daozun, he only said lightly, "The sword's momentum is as soft as noodles."

Enraged, Qingzhu's emerald eyes turned cold, and she cleaved a three-zhang-deep ravine with a backhand sword.

With a flick of his sleeve, Daoist Qingyan's brows instantly closed, and he casually commented, "Your temper is tougher than your sword. You'd barely pass if you could split a mountain in two with a single strike."

Qingzhu glanced silently at the towering mountain peak in the distance, her face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Master, this disciple is only at the Golden Core stage."

His emerald eyes grew colder, and the ancient jade sword in his hand emitted a resentful hum.

It seems to be speaking out on behalf of its owner.

With a flick of his wide sleeves, the snow-white robes fluttered like clouds: "When I was your age, I was already able to cut a river in two with a single sword."

Su Xiyue was standing to the side watching, and almost burst out laughing when she heard this.

Qingzhu has always been sharp-tongued, but today she has finally met her match.

In an instant, Qingyan Daozun swept a glance over, startling her so much that she immediately straightened her face, pretending to be serious, and lowered her eyes to stare at her toes.

Ye Ling silently pulled her behind her to shield her.

Daoist Qingyan glanced at him with a half-smile, flicked his finger, and a beam of spiritual light shot towards him instantly.

"bump!"

Ye Ling was knocked back and sent flying, her chest burning with pain as her blood surged.

His silver eyes narrowed; this seemingly casual attack left him completely defenseless.

"Taking the lead in front of your teacher?"

With a flick of his snow-white sleeves, Qingyan Daozun coldly said, "Go to the Reflection Cliff on the back mountain and face the wall for three days to think about what it means to respect your teacher and value the Way."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Su Xiyue hurriedly went over to help Ye Ling up and gestured to him with her eyes not to act rashly.

Ye Ling understood her meaning and immediately knelt on one knee: "This disciple knows his mistake."

Daoist Qingyan nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the others: "From today onwards, you will each have to complete three tasks daily: sword practice, mental cultivation, or formation practice, alchemy, and talisman drawing. Choose one. Little Eight."

She jolted awake, realizing she was being called, and quickly replied, "Disciple is here."

"You are responsible for supervising them to complete their schoolwork."

The Daoist Master Qingyan smiled slightly and slowly swept his gaze over the disciples. "If even one person fails to complete the task, the entire peak will be punished."

Seven mournful gazes simultaneously shot towards Su Xiyue.

She chuckled awkwardly and forced herself to agree, "I will obey your orders, Master." Time flowed by like water, and a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

Although Qingyan Daozun's teaching methods were simple, crude, and extremely strict, they were also very effective.

After Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, Xuan Ming, Feng Su, Xuan Yuan Ming and others reached a certain level of swordsmanship.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, Daoist Qingyan threw the seven of them directly into the 'Sword Slaughtering Valley,' a place teeming with sword energy and conjuring countless weapons, under the guise of letting them experience the origin of sword intent.

Even Su Xiyue was thrown in along with them, without the slightest pity.

When they emerged, they were all disheveled and pale, but their eyes were as sharp as newly unsealed divine weapons.

Even Su Xiyue had lost her gentleness, and a murderous aura had subtly appeared around her.

Qingzhu was especially at home; the ancient jade sword became even more agile in his hands, and its sword light seemed capable of destroying everything in its path.

During this time, Daoist Qingyan sent Bai Qi and Feng Su to run an inn in the most prosperous and unpredictable mortal world.

It was said to be a test of their eyesight and character.

The main purpose is actually to cultivate one's mind.

Of the eight apprentices, these two are the most scheming. How can they not be properly trained?
Although Bai Qi and Feng Su did not know their master's thoughts, they guessed them pretty accurately. The two soon went to the mortal realm, to a place called Cangyu Ancient Kingdom.

Within a month, he opened an inn in the capital of the Cangyu Ancient Kingdom, named Huicuilou.

Bai Qi's shrewdness and Feng Su's flirtatious methods unexpectedly complemented each other, resulting in a booming business for the inn and its successful management.

Not only that, the two also inadvertently wove a vast information network, collecting all sorts of information.

Bai Qi's illusionary arts have reached a state of perfection under the tempering of the mortal world. With a single thought, he can create myriad phenomena. His temperament is also like jade polished by water, becoming more and more gentle and transparent.

The 'Huicui Tower' he and Feng Su ran was already the premier elegant place in the capital of the Cangyu Ancient Kingdom, and also the undercurrent center of information gathering.

Feng Su's flirtatious methods have become less blatant, but her mind has become more refined. Her gestures have lost their former frivolity and gained a more unfathomable elegance.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the turmoil of human emotions, the two made rapid progress in their cultivation.

The Daoist Qingyan swept his divine sense across the mortal realm and was very satisfied with the result. With a wave of his wide sleeve, the refinement of the heart in the mortal world came to an end.

Bai Qi and Feng Su were instantly teleported back to Qingxuan Peak.

They were greeted by the sharp sword energy of green bamboo splitting mountains and the silver moonlight of night feathers piercing through the heavens and earth.

A century of trials and tribulations has forged Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Qing Zhu, Xuan Ming, Xuan Yuan Ming, and Su Xi Yue into outstanding figures in the cultivation world.

Under the careful guidance of Daoist Qingyan, their cultivation not only progressed rapidly, but they also each comprehended their own Daoist techniques and supernatural powers.

"good."

Daoist Qingyan nodded, a rare occurrence, and glanced at his eight disciples, whose auras were deep and their sharpness restrained. "Your foundations are now solid. It is time for you to seek your own path."

With a flick of his fingertips, eight streams of light entered the consciousness of the crowd. They were eight top-tier cultivation techniques that matched their respective bloodlines and paths, as well as a detailed map of the cultivation world.

"The cultivation world is vast and boundless, where opportunities and dangers coexist. Go forth, and a thousand years from now, your master will be waiting for you in the Immortal Realm."

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderclouds rolled across the sky, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The figure of Daoist Qingyan vanished like clouds and mist atop Qingxuan Peak, appearing beneath the lightning tribulation.

It turns out that the opportunity had arrived; after successfully overcoming the tribulation, he directly broke through the boundary and ascended to immortality.

Only a sword intent that reaches the heavens and the earth remains imprinted on the peak, indicating the master's whereabouts.

The eight men looked at each other, their eyes filled with both the sadness of parting and boundless pride.

No words are needed; the tacit understanding is self-evident.

Su Xiyue, Ye Ling, and Mo Lin ventured alone into the perilous Demon Abyss.

Qingzhu walks alone, pursuing the ultimate way of the sword.

Bai Qi and Feng Su travel together to explore ancient fantasy realms and secret realms in various places.

Xuanming returned to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range to sustain himself through war.

Xuanyuan Mingze traveled the four seas in search of the dragon clan's relics.

Although the eight people went their separate ways, they exchanged contact information. (End of Chapter)