As a dignified max-level Celestial Master, who am I supposed to explain this to?

Longhu Mountain, Celestial Master's Mansion, Back Mountain.

Han Xuan did not return to his Daoist chamber, but instead walked alone to the edge of the cliff behind the mountain.

The view here is expansive, offering a panoramic view of the entire Longhu Mountain.

The seventy-two peaks meander like a dragon's spine, the sea of ​​clouds surges like a tide, and the Luxi River is like a silver ribbon wrapped around the foot of the mountain.

In the distance, the distant sound of bells could be heard; it was the Zixiao Palace outside the mountain gate conducting its morning prayers.

Han Xuan sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, closing his eyes and concentrating.

On the surface, he had just won with ease.

The Golden Light Mantra at level six, combined with the Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique, crushed a corpse cultivator and a hairy zombie; it was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

But he knew that the problem was not that simple.

The Netherworld Cult.

In his previous life, the Netherworld Cult emerged suddenly ten years later, and its leader called himself "Ancestor of the Netherworld".

His cultivation level is unfathomable, and he commands ten ghost kings and thirty-six corpse generals, with influence spreading throughout the world.

In that catastrophe, Longhu Mountain lost three elders and seven true disciples, and the old Celestial Master was also seriously injured and almost died.

Now, the Netherworld Cult has appeared before him ten years ahead of schedule.

What does this mean?

This means that the historical trajectory of the previous life may have changed.

He cannot rely entirely on his memories of his past life; he must plan ahead.

"Senior brother!"

Zhao Xiaofan ran up, panting, carrying a bowl of hot soup.

"Senior brother, you were amazing! Chen Jiuyin was so scared he peed his pants!"

"Senior Brother Zhang Heng said your Golden Light Mantra has reached the sixth level, is that true?"

Han Xuan took the soup bowl, took a sip, and found it was ginger soup, which was good for dispelling cold.

"Um."

"But... Senior Brother, you were only at the third level of the Golden Light Mantra yesterday?"

Zhao Xiaofan scratched his head, looking confused. "How did I wake up on the sixth floor after just one night of unconsciousness? That's ridiculous!"

Han Xuan glanced at him:

"You think it's outrageous?"

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! This is outrageous beyond belief!"

Han Xuan smiled but offered no explanation.

He couldn't explain it.

Could it be that he was reborn?

It is said that he was Han Xuan from thirty-five years in the future, who was struck dead by lightning, and then his soul traveled back to his eighteen-year-old body.

Zhao Xiaofan wouldn't believe it, and even if he did, he couldn't go around telling everyone about it.

"Xiao Fan".

Han Xuan put down the soup bowl and asked seriously, "When will Master be back?"

"Master and the elders said they were going to handle a major case in western Hunan, and it would probably take another three to five days."

"Three to five days..." Han Xuan pondered for a moment, "That's enough."

"What's enough?"

Han Xuan did not answer. He stood up, dusted off the dirt on his Taoist robe, and turned to walk down the mountain.

"Let's go back to the Sutra Repository."

"Why are you going to the library?"

"Read a book."

Zhao Xiaofan was stunned: "Reading books? Senior brother, you're already at the sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra, why are you still reading books?"

Han Xuan didn't even turn his head:

"The sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra is just the beginning. I still have a lot to learn."

He wasn't just being polite.

Although he had a solid theoretical foundation in his previous life, it was something he honed through sheer hard work despite having only average talent.

Now that I possess this genius-level body, I can try many techniques that I could only imagine but couldn't perform in my previous life.

For example, the highest level of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method is the Divine Firmament Thunder Method.

The Celestial Master Talisman, a long-lost technique from the Tongtian Talismanic Codex.

The Nine Dragons Divine Fire Formation is the mountain-suppressing formation of Longhu Mountain.

He had studied these things for half his life in his previous life and knew them by heart, but due to his limited talent, he couldn't use any of them.

It's like a theoretical physicist with Einstein's theory of relativity in his head, but unable to do even a simple experiment.

And now.

Han Xuan opened his palm, and a purple arc of electricity danced at his fingertips, making a cheerful "crackling" sound.

"A max-level character is so awesome!" he exclaimed sincerely.

Zhao Xiaofan chased after him, breathless and full of questions:

What's wrong with my senior brother today?

Why are you talking so strangely?

What? A max-level account? What's so awesome?

But he didn't ask.

Because today's senior brother, although strange, inexplicably... made people feel at ease.

No, it's not just about feeling at ease.

It's a sense of security.

A sense of security that "as long as the senior brother is here, I'm not afraid even if the sky falls."

Looking at Han Xuan's tall and straight back, Zhao Xiaofan suddenly grinned.

Who cares? It's a good thing that my senior brother has become stronger!

Let's see who dares to bully Longhu Mountain again!

He took off running after him.

"Wait for me, senior brother! I'm going to the Sutra Repository too!"

The morning light bathed Longhu Mountain, and golden rays pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, turning the entire mountain range into a magnificent picture.

Han Xuan walked steadily on the bluestone steps, his gaze firm.

He knew that rebirth was just the beginning.

The regrets of the past life must be made up for in this life.

Enemies from the past life must be settled one by one in this life. Unfinished paths from the past life must be completed in this life.

The Netherworld Cult, Corpse Cultivators, Zombie Kings, and Evil Path Giants.

come on.

Han Xuan will fight to the bitter end.

What? You need to explain?

Sorry.

He has entered the period of explanation.

Whoever comes, whoever gives him an explanation.

The morning bell of Longhu Mountain rang once again, its long and melodious sound echoing through the valley.

Han Xuan stopped and looked back at the Celestial Master's Mansion behind him.

Flying eaves and brackets, green tiles and white walls, and the wafting fragrance of sandalwood.

A thousand-year-old tradition, passed down from generation to generation.

He suddenly remembered the words he had said before he died in his previous life.

At that moment, as he was struck by thirty-six bolts of lightning and his consciousness faded, he shouted to the sky!

"God, you just wait! I'll be back!"

Unexpectedly, his words came true.

Han Xuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Thank God."

He turned around and strode towards the library.

Behind them, the rising sun cast its magnificent rays.

A new day has begun for Han Xuan on Longhu Mountain.