Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Only when he received an almost tangible look of "expectation" from behind did he slowly speak:

"speak."

"I knew real people were the best!"

You are the one and only, the very best, a true person!

Biyao immediately cheered and showered him with flattery, like the Yellow River bursting its banks.

After the filming was finished, she cautiously revealed her purpose: "It's just... could you, Master, have some mercy and... just a tiny bit, just a tiny bit, lift the spiritual energy restriction on Yao'er's body?"

Fearing that Daoxuan might misunderstand, she quickly added, her tone so sincere it was almost an oath:

"I promise! I have absolutely no other intentions!"

It's just... it's just running from my place to the back mountain every day.

We also need to serve you tea and water, and prepare pastries. This mountain path is long and steep, and Yao'er has no spiritual power left.

"I'm just like any other weak woman, so tired, so very tired... my legs are almost worn out from running..."

As she spoke, she gently tugged at the corner of Dao Xuan's sleeve with one hand, shaking it slightly in a coquettish manner.

Dao Xuan couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

This young lady from the Ghost King Sect, I wonder what other skills she possesses.

This skill of being persistent, coquettish, and ingratiating is truly self-taught and unparalleled.

No one knows what method she used to get the guards to turn a blind eye to her coming to the back mountain.

During this period, she would bring him tea one day, homemade snacks the next, and fan him with a large palm-leaf fan that she had found somewhere the day after.

She went to great lengths to please him, and this overly familiar yet somewhat cautious intimacy had somehow become...something he was getting used to?

His disciples all held him in the highest esteem.

My fellow Daoists also treat me with courtesy; who has ever dared to do so?

But he was facing a face that was devoid of any demonic aura, only the innocent charm of a young girl.

Even his resolute and unwavering Daoist heart, hardened by countless trials, couldn't harden much.

After a moment of contemplation, Dao Xuan casually flicked his sleeve.

A gentle and peaceful spiritual energy instantly flowed into Biyao's body, circulating along specific meridians.

Biyao immediately felt her body lighten, as if the lake of spiritual energy had been tightly locked by iron chains.

It was as if a tiny sluice gate had been opened, and about a quarter of the spiritual energy resumed its flow!

"Thank you, Master! You are truly compassionate, powerful, handsome, and elegant..."

Biyao was overjoyed and immediately threw her composure as the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect to the winds.

A torrent of flowery praise poured out.

Dao Xuan listened to the increasingly outrageous, even incoherent, praise.

Even with his unwavering resolve, the dough was slightly hot. He finally waved his hand, interrupting her: "That's enough, go."

Biyao felt as if she had been granted a pardon and playfully stuck out her tongue.

Like a lark finally released from its cage, she carried the lightness of having recovered some of her spiritual power.

They happily disappeared at the end of the mountain path as dusk deepened.

Looking at the disappearing green figure, Dao Xuan shook his head.

A faint, somewhat helpless smile finally crept onto his lips.

The Qingyun Sect has strict rules and a clear hierarchy, so no one dares to be so presumptuous.

On the contrary, it was a captured little demoness who should have been an enemy who dared to be so "bold".

This feeling is truly... unpredictable and ever-changing.

The strange feeling in his heart flashed by, and his figure rippled like water.

The next moment, it disappeared from the edge of the emerald pool and returned to its quiet room.

Although the Zhuxian Ancient Sword has been returned to its rightful place, the supreme sword technique "Zhuxian Sword Technique" contained within it still requires constant study and practice.

This technique is profound and mysterious, and even with the assistance of the "Secret Manual of Mountains and Seas," progress is still alarmingly slow.

Without "The Secrets of Mountains and Seas", it would be even more difficult to make any progress.

Time flies, and another month has passed.

On this day, Dao Xuan, who was meditating on sword techniques in his quiet room, felt a slight stirring in his mind.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, a glint of light flashing within them.

He sensed that from the direction of Dragon Head Peak, that long-dormant, proud sword intent, like a dormant dragon awakening, suddenly erupted and soared into the sky.

It then quickly became introverted, becoming perfectly round and flawless, as stable as a mountain.

"It's done." Dao Xuan's lips curled into a relieved smile.

The next moment, his figure appeared outside the secluded cave of the chief monk of Dragon Head Peak.

Almost simultaneously, the stone gate opened with a rumble, and Wan Jian stepped out.

He still had that slightly weathered face, but the melancholy between his brows had mostly dissipated.

His eyes were as sharp as ever, yet they held a depth and serenity that came with the passage of time.

He was like a peerless sword sheathed, its sharpness completely concealed.

Yet no one dared to underestimate its earth-shattering power when it was unsheathed.

"Senior Brother." Wan Jianyi looked at Dao Xuan with a sincere smile on his face.

That smile hadn't appeared on his face for many years.

Dao Xuan nodded with a smile: "Congratulations, Junior Brother, on finally taking this step. The Great Dao is within reach in the Taiqing Realm."

Upon hearing this, Wan Jianyi's expression turned serious. He straightened his robes and addressed Dao Xuan.

He bowed deeply and solemnly, saying, "Words cannot express my gratitude. If it weren't for your guidance and protection, senior brother..."

I fear I will never again witness such a realm in my lifetime. This kindness, Wan Jianyi will never forget.

This expression of gratitude came from the bottom of my heart, and I was truly convinced.

Dao Xuan stepped forward and personally helped him up, his voice gentle:

"Junior brother, you flatter me. There's no need for such formalities between us. Your breakthrough is due to your own accumulation of knowledge and understanding, and it's also a stroke of good fortune for Qingyun."

The two brothers exchanged a smile, and the years of estrangement vanished in that instant.

Dao Xuan then changed the subject, saying, "Now that you have emerged from seclusion, Junior Brother, you still need to consolidate your cultivation level."

My brother plans to go down the mountain soon to travel around and, while he's at it, look for two old items.

Wan Jianyi showed no surprise and nodded in agreement: "Senior brother, please go with peace of mind. I will take care of all matters concerning the sect."

Dao Xuan then gave detailed instructions on matters that needed attention within the sect, especially the guarding of the treasure vault, the disciples' training, and interactions with other sects, to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Wan Jian memorized everything.

After giving his instructions, Dao Xuan stopped and his figure faded away, disappearing from the spot.

More than ten days later, after Wan Jianyi's realm was completely stabilized and he became familiar with the affairs of the chief.

Dao Xuan summoned the heads of each lineage again at the Yuqing Hall on Tongtian Peak.

Tian Buyi, Zeng Shuchang, Shang Zhengliang, Tianyun Daoren, and Master Shuiyue, the head monk of Xiaozhu Peak, all gathered in the hall.

Dao Xuan sat upright in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over his fellow disciples below, and calmly spoke:

"I have gathered you all here today to inform you of something."

I intend to travel down the mountain for a while, and the affairs of the sect will be temporarily managed by Junior Brother Wan of Dragon Head Peak.

Upon hearing this, the senior members were somewhat surprised, but Dao Xuan remained calm.

Clearly, this was something they had thought about carefully, and the sect had Wan Jianyi, who had also reached the Taiqing Realm, overseeing it.

No one raised any objections.