My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

"Immortal Master! Wait! Immortal Master—!!!"

He was running so fast that he tripped and almost fell, but he immediately got up and continued the chase.

The wound on his forehead reopened, and blood flowed into his eyes, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

The crowd on the street automatically parted to make way.

Everyone watched as the young master, his face covered in blood and looking like a madman, chased after the Taoist priest.

He looked at Ye Qingfeng's young yet indifferent face; his ashen figure appeared even more otherworldly in the firelight...

"thump!"

Lü Yang knelt down on the ground.

"Immortal Master!"

His voice was hoarse as his forehead slammed heavily against the bluestone slab.

"Disciple Lü Yang sincerely seeks the Dao! I am willing to renounce everything in the mortal world and follow the Immortal Master in cultivation! I beg the Immortal Master to accept me as your disciple!!"

With each kneel and bow, the forehead struck the stone slab with a dull thud.

The crowd on the street quieted down.

However, soon some people regretted it.

Why didn't I think of becoming a disciple? What if I succeeded? Wouldn't that mean that the otherworldly figure I just saw was me?

Ye Qingfeng turned around and looked directly at Lü Yang.

He frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"I don't accept apprentices."

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Lu Yang raised his head, blood streaming down his nose, but he was oblivious to it, and said urgently.

"Immortal Master! This disciple knows the path to immortality is arduous, but this disciple is not afraid of hardship! As long as I can cultivate, this disciple is willing to endure any hardship!"

"You don't understand." Ye Qingfeng shook his head.

"Cultivation is not as simple as just enduring hardship. It requires severing worldly ties, purifying the mind and reducing desires, and sitting in seclusion in the deep mountains for decades without changing day after day. You are used to fine clothes and sumptuous food, and you cannot bear that loneliness."

Ye Qingfeng would never take on a disciple. All his skills come from his cheat system, so how can he teach them?

"This disciple can endure it!" Lü Yang said resolutely. "As long as I can follow the Immortal Master, even if it means living on wind and dew and practicing asceticism, this disciple will be willing!"

Looking at his fanatical expression, Ye Qingfeng sighed inwardly.

This young master is very resolute now, but if he were to actually live a few years of hardship, he would probably have run home long ago.

The most important thing in spiritual practice is one's character; Lu Yang's impulsive enthusiasm is the most unreliable.

Just as he was about to refuse again, Lü Yang suddenly said:

"Immortal Master! Your disciple knows that you must be an unparalleled sword immortal with extremely high standards, so it is normal that you are unwilling to easily accept disciples!"

But this disciple will not give up! From this day forward, this disciple will follow the Immortal Master, serving tea and water, leading the horse and whipping the whip, doing whatever is necessary!

I only beg the Immortal Master to give me a chance, so that the Immortal Master can see my sincerity!

He spoke these words very quickly, clearly indicating that he was going all out.

Ye Qingfeng was about to speak when suddenly—

The sea of ​​Qi within his body suddenly trembled!

It was not a slight increase, but rather like a flood bursting its banks, a surge of powerful Qi suddenly appeared out of nowhere, rushing wildly into the limbs, bones, and meridians!

That power was so immense and pure that it was second only to that old coin.

Ye Qingfeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He immediately looked inward at himself—

His cultivation level increased by more than two hundred years in just a few breaths!

Not ten years, not thirty years, but a full two hundred years!

Even more terrifying is that along with his soaring cultivation level came his profound understanding of swordsmanship.

Countless fragments of profound sword principles, sword intent, and sword techniques, as if long imprinted deep within the soul, were awakened at this moment and naturally surfaced in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A storm raged in Ye Qingfeng's heart.

What... what's going on?

Based on past experience, the mortals present, plus the evil spirit, would at most gain fifty years of cultivation.

But it's been over two hundred years now!

And those insights into swordsmanship...

How could I suddenly understand so much?

Ye Qingfeng suddenly looked up at Lü Yang, who was kneeling in front of him.

The moment his cultivation level surged was precisely when Lü Yang uttered the words "an unparalleled sword immortal master"!

He had a deep feeling that his recent growth in cultivation was inextricably linked to the young master in front of him!

"Could it be..." Ye Qingfeng's alarm bells rang loudly, "There's something strange about this kid?"

He circulated his Qi almost instinctively, and a faint golden-red halo appeared deep in the pupils of his eyes.

His gaze fell on Lü Yang.

At first glance, he appears to be just an ordinary young master, full of vigor but lacking in vitality.

But Ye Qingfeng did not relax, pushing his pupil technique to its limit.

A golden-red halo swirled in his eyes, his gaze piercing through Lü Yang's skin and penetrating to the very essence of his soul—

"Buzz!"

It was as if some taboo had been violated.

In the depths of Lü Yang's soul, a point of pure, extreme "white" suddenly shone.

That was not light, but an "essence"—pure and supremely yang, incomparably sharp, yet containing a kind of transcendent and carefree state of mind.

Under the stimulation of Ye Qingfeng's pupil technique, that point of "white" slowly spread, transforming into a blurry phantom.

The illusory figure was a middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a simple cloth robe and carrying a long sword. He had a thin face, clear eyes like a child's, and a cynical smile on his lips.

He had a wine gourd hanging from his waist and a peach blossom in his hand, exuding a carefree and elegant air, as if he were "detached from worldly affairs by wine and wielding a sword to challenge the sun and moon."

The phantom image was fleeting, but it left a deep imprint on Ye Qingfeng's consciousness.

At the same time, a name exploded like a thunderclap—

Lü Dongbin!

The leader of the Eight Immortals, the Pure Yang Immortal, the ancestor of sword immortals!

Ye Qingfeng shuddered, his pupil technique instantly vanished, and his expression changed for the first time in a real way.

He stared intently at Lü Yang kneeling on the ground, his mind racing:

Lü Dongbin... Lü Yang... both have the surname Lü.

That illusory figure just now was clearly the imprint of Lü Dongbin's primordial spirit!

He got it!

Another player taking the game!

However, this one doesn't seem to be operating behind the scenes like the previous one.

Instead, they choose to enter the game themselves and be reincarnated.

But if he really is the reincarnation of Lü Dongbin, then his sudden surge in cultivation and rapid progress in swordsmanship can be explained.

That wasn't just ordinary belief; it was the recognition from a Taoist patriarch-level being!

When Lü Yang said, "You must be an unparalleled sword immortal," this statement itself contained Lü Dongbin's reincarnation's natural affinity and resonance with the concept of a sword immortal.

When this resonance is captured and transformed by Ye Qingfeng's golden finger ability, it becomes real cultivation and comprehension!

in other words……

Ye Qingfeng looked at Lü Yang with a complicated expression.

This kid is practically a walking amplification device for cultivation!

As long as he acknowledges that he is a sword immortal and believes that he has profound cultivation, Ye Qingfeng's sword cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds!

Now, however, it was Ye Qingfeng's turn to be curious.

What exactly happened in this world, and what are these powerful beings planning?

Logically speaking, someone who has reached the level of Lü Dongbin should not need to worry about lifespan.

What was it that made him willingly give up his divine status and choose to be reincarnated?

I can't figure it out, I just can't figure it out.

However, Ye Qingfeng believed that he would definitely find out the truth, and that day would not be too far away.

Looks like... I still need to pretend!