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Chapter 154 The Dao of Sitting in Oblivion Accidentally Accepts a Disciple of Excellence, and the Pure Light Hall Finally Gains Its Reputation [Part Two]

'Uh, did I hear that right?'

Tang Hao was taken aback; he had clearly explained it very well.

'If Hua Guigui were here, he might need me to impersonate a true disciple to achieve some unknown purpose. But now that he's gone, and Jingyue Taishang is his Daoist partner, he wouldn't need me to cooperate in deception, would he?'

For cultivators, a Daoist partner is the closest person; to acknowledge them in front of one's eyes is tantamount to confirming one's identity.

But Tang Hao knew for certain that he wasn't: 'Even if some kind of cooperation was truly needed, he could simply transmit his voice directly. Since that didn't happen, it can only mean the misunderstanding hasn't been cleared up.'

He slightly raised his eyes, but the True Lord's expression was calm and indifferent, revealing nothing about him.

“True Lord, it’s not that I don’t acknowledge you. I also wish you were my master, but I really am not. I’m not even a true disciple.” He showed regret on his face and his attitude was extremely sincere.

Jingyue was numb with exhaustion. She shook her head slightly and continued her great work of boiling water and brewing tea, letting the father and son argue it out themselves.

"No?" Jingguang Zhenjun seemed to confirm it again, his expression becoming more and more certain. "Impossible, absolutely impossible, you are my disciple."

But I'm really not!

Tang Hao was on the verge of tears, thinking, "If you really wanted me to be your apprentice, just say the word! Ask me to become your disciple, and I'd kneel down and kowtow immediately. What's going on here?"

"Where is your [Purification Technique]? Show it to me." True Monarch Jingguang's calm expression changed, and his brows furrowed slightly, wondering what was wrong with his little disciple.

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao had no choice but to flip his hand and activate the [Dust Purification Technique], condensing a crystal-white light sphere in his palm.

"Huh?" Jingyue was fiddling with the tea leaves while keeping an eye on the commotion. She noticed that her divine sense swept across the ball of light.

'This spell contains the aura of the Purifying Glazed Light. Could it be that my senior brother created it to lower the cultivation threshold of the Purifying Glazed Light?' A realization flashed in her eyes.

He made a judgment in his heart: 'With this technique as a foundation, Tang Hao will have no obstacles in cultivating the [Purifying Glazed Light], which can be considered a considerable opportunity.'

"You still say you're not my disciple? Others might not be able to tell, but your uncle and I can both sense a trace of my aura within you." True Monarch Jingguang smiled and nodded.

As he spoke, he looked at his junior sister, Jingyue, who nodded slightly in agreement.

'Wow, this is really inexplicable.' Tang Hao was speechless, after all, that wisp of [Purifying Glazed Light] aura did indeed come from the other party.

Just as he was about to say something, True Lord Jingguang gently waved his hand and said, "I am forgetful, but I am not senile. I still have this much judgment."

Forgetting things?
Alzheimer's disease?

'Could it be that True Lord himself doesn't remember?' Tang Hao noticed the key point. 'But how could that be? How old is he?'

The basic lifespan of a Nascent Soul True Monarch is about three thousand years, not even counting the life-extending effects of elixirs and treasures.

Generally speaking, forgetfulness and dementia only gradually appear when a cultivator's lifespan is about to end, due to the decline of qi and blood and the shrinkage of the spirit.

He didn't know the exact age of True Lord Jingguang, but judging from the sect's records and rumors, he should be just over nine hundred years old and still have a long lifespan ahead of him.

The silence on this side led to a misunderstanding by True Lord Jingguang.

With a slightly displeased tone, he said, "What, is it shameful to have a master like me?"

“That’s not what I meant, but I…”

Tang Hao was startled and waved his hands repeatedly in denial.

"Hmm... wait a minute." Jingguang Zhenjun suddenly seemed to have thought of something and carefully looked him up and down.

After a long while, he slammed his fist into his palm and said with a hint of realization, "Did I put a curse on you?"

"What, what do you mean?" Tang Hao asked, looking bewildered.

Before Jingguang Zhenjun could say anything...

Upon hearing this, Jingyue, who was pouring tea, glared reproachfully at her senior brother.

"Senior brother is being too reckless!"

With a slightly embarrassed expression, True Monarch Jingguang coughed lightly.

He explained to her softly, "Perhaps I had made some progress at that time and couldn't resist the urge to try it out."

"If you try this, Tang Hao's entry into the sect will be flawed. Not only will his identity be questioned, but what if the Xuanzong sect doesn't recognize his true identity and he doesn't remember it himself? What will happen then?"

It would have been fine if there hadn't been an explanation, but once it was explained, Jingyue immediately felt indignant.

"I was wrong, it was my fault, I won't do it again next time." Jingguang Zhenjun's quick admission of his mistake left Tang Hao speechless.

Then, noticing Jingyue's pitying gaze directed at him, he quickly closed his mouth and obediently waited for her to speak.

“Alas, I’m sorry to have troubled you. Your master’s path of meditation has gone awry, and his experiences over the past hundred years have been filled with errors and omissions.” Jingyue sighed. “However, nephew, rest assured, your identity is definitely not wrong.”

'The Dao of Sitting in Oblivion? Uh, has the True Lord lost his memory?' Tang Hao couldn't help but feel strange.

Seeing that he was still puzzled, Jingyue smiled warmly and invited him to sit down again.

After sitting down as instructed, Tang Hao was flattered and accepted the tea offered to him.

"Putting everything else aside, aren't you surprised that you've mastered the [Mysterious Turtle Concealing Breath Technique], a secret technique for concealing one's breath that only true disciples can learn?" Jingyue prompted.

'No surprise, isn't this what I got from Xue He? Wait!' Tang Hao's pupils trembled. 'Holy crap, so Xue He was actually a true disciple, I'm really…'

He had initially mistaken the other party for a blood cultivator hiding in the sect, but now that he knew the truth, he was incredibly embarrassed.

'In that case, Xue He's strange behavior can be explained. He must have already guessed from some details that I also possess the [Mystic Turtle Concealment Technique]. No wonder.'

Seeing his changing expression, Jingyue couldn't help but smile.

"The prerequisite for this technique is the [Mysterious Turtle Concentration Technique]. Without the assistance of the essence blood of the Mysterious Turtle, it is impossible to even begin to learn it. And right now, in the entire Cangnan, there is only one Mysterious Turtle in the sect's Hunyuan Secret Realm."

Tang Hao was filled with emotion at the twists and turns of everything when he heard the Pure Light True Lord speak.

"No need to think too much. Once your master removes the curse, you will remember everything."

As he spoke, he formed a strange hand seal and chanted incantations.

"Sit in oblivion, sit in oblivion, recall and remember, hoot!"

A hazy, gray light shot out and struck Tang Hao's head, entering his soul which was in the darkness.

His consciousness went blank for a moment, and in his hazy state, Tang Hao seemed to have returned to his past life.

The cell phone exploded due to electrical leakage, but it didn't actually hurt him; he just passed out. When he woke up, he was still in the bustling modern world.

After a tough time fixing my phone, I'm still delivering food and looking for work every day.

In his spare time, besides watching ads to supplement his income, he also played a cultivation game called "Endless Immortal Path".

I made many friends in the game, leveling up, fighting monsters, and running dungeons together, traveling around the world, and taking photos to commemorate the occasion...

"My disciple? How is it, my good disciple? Do you remember your master?"

A call that seemed to come from afar gradually brought him back to his senses.

Tang Hao looked somewhat dazed at the young Taoist priest who was almost right in front of him, his face full of concern.

Only then did they realize that what they had just witnessed was merely an illusion created by the opponent's magic.

Without saying anything, he shook his head with a sense of loss.

"How could this be?" Jingguang Zhenjun sat back down, his brows furrowed as he muttered, "Alas, it seems that my Dao of Sitting in Oblivion is not yet perfected. I can't even undo the curse I cast myself."

What could Tang Hao say? He could only remain silent.

The [Mysterious Tortoise Hiding Breath Technique] had been exposed. If he didn't possess the identity of a true disciple, he wouldn't be able to explain the origin of this secret technique. Seeing his handsome junior nephew exuding a low-key aura, Jingyue felt a surge of maternal love.

She couldn't help but comfort her, saying, "It's alright, if you can't remember, it's fine. You can just become a disciple again."

"Yes! Junior Sister is right." Jingguang Zhenjun's eyes lit up. 'Such a talented and beautiful person, even if she weren't originally my disciple, I'd still find a way to bring her here, wouldn't I?'

'You can do that?' Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, then immediately became very interested.

Yes, as long as they truly become disciples today, regardless of whether the True Lord will remember them in the future, their master-disciple relationship is already established.

With his cheat-like abilities, he had no worries about his cultivation progress and displayed the level of a super genius.

Since I haven't lied, who will care about the truth then?
Having made up his mind, he nodded.

When Jingguang Zhenjun saw him nod in agreement, he was also delighted.

Both his cultivation progress and Tang Hao's performance during this trip to the desolate sea were extremely satisfactory to him.

After thinking for a moment, he said solemnly, "I suppose the previous apprenticeship agreement was only verbal and was not actually reported to the ancestral master for a ceremony, otherwise my junior sister would have known about it."

Jingyue nodded in agreement. The rules personally taught were complicated and solemn, naturally quite different from those of ordinary disciples.

Even true disciples whose qualifications require confirmation from the Supreme Elder are usually allowed to cultivate on their own after being brought into the sect, and are not necessarily immediately accepted as disciples.

After all, the true master only recognizes one's talent for cultivation; only when one's character and temperament are recognized can one be accepted as a personal disciple by the master who led one into the path.

Of course, there are also those who are of good character and temperament, but for one reason or another, are not favored by their mentors. Thus, in various schools and sects, there are disciples of the true lineage who do not have a master.

After a quick calculation, Jingyue smiled and said, "Perfect timing, three days from now is an auspicious day."

“Good!” True Lord Jingguang nodded with a smile.

Three days later.

After finishing his sect affairs, Chi Xuanzong looked up at the sun and said, "It's about time. I should head over now."

Just as he stepped out of the palace gate, a beam of light landed in front of him.

"Sect Master, are we going out?"

Upon closer inspection, Chi Xuanzong immediately smiled: "Yun Qing, are you done with the business? How was the harvest of the [Blood-Weeping Spirit Mushroom]?"

The person who arrived was Mei Yunqing. Upon hearing the way he was addressed, he looked disgusted and dissatisfied.

"Since I've already dressed up like this, could you please address me differently, Sect Master?"

"I'm over a hundred years older than you, and you're not happy about me calling you 'kid'?" Chi Xuanzong curled his lip.

Shaking his head, he said, "I'm not trying to criticize you, but young people should have the vigor of youth. Making yourself look old and decrepit is really disgusting."

Mei Yunqing rolled her eyes, too lazy to say anything more, and tossed over a storage bag and a jade slip.

"Pack your things. Send me the contribution as soon as possible." He then turned to leave.

But Chi Xuanzong grabbed him and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you preparing to break through?"

"Hmm." Mei Yunqing finally smiled. "Now that Zhen'er has successfully formed her core, most of my worries have been relieved. All other preparations are complete, and it's time to exchange for a [Nascent Soul Pill]."

Upon hearing this, Chi Xuanzong did some calculations with his fingers and nodded.

"All the contributions you've accumulated have been exchanged for Blood Spirit Cores and elixirs to heal Mei Zhen. That's enough for you, but there's no rush. The selection of disciples for the exchange meeting still needs your supervision, so perhaps..."

Mei Yunqing interrupted him, puffing out his beard and glaring.

"Not in a hurry? Very urgent. You can ask anyone else to take this matter seriously." He muttered to himself, "Old Zeng wants to steal my apprentice. This matter can't be delayed any longer."

"What?" The second half of the sentence was mumbled, and Chi Xuanzong didn't hear what was said clearly.

Mei Yunqing waved her sleeve, leaving no words behind, and transformed into a beam of light, flying towards Medicine Peak.

Shaking his head helplessly, Chi Xuanzong also activated his escape light and flew towards the direction of Wufang Mountain.

Before long, they arrived at the Hunyuan Hall, pushed open the door, and went inside.

He already had a token on him, so he came alone today and there was no need to announce his arrival.

Upon arriving at the courtyard where the True Lord resided, he noticed the elaborate decorations everywhere and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

'The True Lord is actually going to accept a personal disciple? This is quite a rare thing. Hmm... Speaking of which, besides Tang Hao, has he taken in any other true disciples in recent years?'

Although the [Mysterious Sky Supreme Pearl] in his hand could sense the [Mysterious Turtle Hidden Breath Technique], it was used to identify the true disciples.

Unfortunately, the Qinghua Sect occupies a vast area, and its true disciples hide their identities in various places, so he doesn't know many of them.

Thinking this through, Chi Xuanzong remained fairly certain: 'It's definitely not Tang Hao. That kid has only been on the path of cultivation for a little over half a year; I wonder if he's even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet.'

"The sect leader is here? Come in quickly, the ceremony will begin soon." Jingchen Tongzi greeted him with a smile.

Chi Xuanzong dared not be negligent and quickly returned the courtesy with a bow.

Then, noticing the unfamiliar girl beside the young Daoist boy, he sensed her Core Formation cultivation level and exclaimed in surprise, "Could this be the true disciple we are becoming apprentices with today?"

'Does a true disciple need to come out to greet guests when accepting a master?' The last time True Lord Jingguang accepted a disciple, he was not yet the sect leader and was not qualified to participate in the ceremony, so he did not know the specific procedures.

In my memory, when the Supreme Elder accepted disciples, the true disciples would only appear at the beginning of the ceremony.

"Greetings, Sect Master. I am Hua Guigui, the newly recruited pageboy of the True Lord." Hua Guigui gave a proper bow.

He quickly returned the greeting and smiled at her, saying, "So it's Fellow Daoist Hua. I greet you."

After exchanging greetings, he stepped into the hall.

At this moment, all the senior elders who were qualified to attend the ceremony, and their direct disciples, had already taken their seats or stood in their respective positions.

"I'm late." Chi Xuanzong was somewhat embarrassed and hurriedly ran around to pay his respects to the various elders.

As for the disciples standing behind the Supreme Elder, he didn't recognize many of them.

After exchanging a few words with some acquaintances, I took my seat at the very bottom of the table.

After a long while, True Lord Jingguang and Supreme Lord Jingyue arrived together.

Everyone immediately stood up and waited quietly until the two were seated on the left and right sides of the altar, and then they all bowed and paid their respects.

"Meet the true king!"

Jingguang Zhenjun nodded slightly and solemnly said, "Today, I have found a worthy disciple. I am opening the altar to report to the Ancestral Master and hereby invite all my disciples to attend the ceremony. Bisheng!"

"Yes, Master!"

A female Taoist priest stepped forward from the side: "Dear fellow disciples and senior uncles..."

After the opening remarks, the female Taoist priest faced outwards from the hall.

"New disciple enters the palace!"

Inside the hall, the personal disciples behind each of the patriarchs couldn't help but peek out.

They wanted to be the first to see the true face of the True Lord's new disciple.

Let's see what kind of talent she possesses that has caught the eye of the Pure Light True Lord.

(End of this chapter)