After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Jiepai Pass, the backyard of the General's Mansion.

As the clamor of the outside world subsided, the towering Five Elements Pine Tree also withdrew its divine light and became quiet again.

Inside the pavilion, the teacups were still warm.

The void rippled slightly, and a graceful figure in cyan slowly appeared.

The Holy Mother of Wudang stood there, looking at her junior disciple who was slowly adjusting his sleeves. Her usually calm and composed face was now filled with blankness and disbelief.

She was originally ordered by her master to help Xiao Wuji escape.

In her mind, it would be a miracle if Xiao Wuji could hold out for even a quarter of an hour against the siege of the Quasi-Saint Vice Master Ran Deng and the three great masters. In the end, she would have to rely on her to use the Qingping Sword Token to break through the encirclement at all costs.

But the result?

She didn't even have a chance to make a move.

He saw his own junior disciple first feign weakness by spitting blood to lure people into the formation, and then pull out a bell to suppress all the powerful figures of the Chan Sect!

That's a lamp! Those are the three great Bodhisattvas!

And Guang Chengzi, he even lost the Zhuxian Sword!

"Master...Junior disciple..."

The Holy Mother of Wudang swallowed, her voice a little dry.

"How...how did you do that?"

Xiao Wuji dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeve, refilled Wudang Shengmu's teacup, and spoke in a tone as calm as if he had just gone to the market to buy groceries:

"Just lucky."

"Randeng and his ilk are too greedy and arrogant. If they were to work steadily and cautiously outside, I really wouldn't be able to do anything about them."

"But they insist on going into my formation to their deaths, so they can't blame me."

The Holy Mother of Wudang's eyes twitched as she listened.

Good luck?

With a bit of luck, could I beat a Quasi-Saint into running away like a dog? With a bit of luck, could I capture Samantabhadra and throw him into a water dungeon?

She gave Xiao Wuji a deep look, and only now did she realize that she had never truly seen through this third-generation disciple who usually kept a low profile.

"Uncle-Master, this is for you."

Xiao Wuji didn't dwell on the topic and casually made a move.

hum-

An ancient longsword, exuding overwhelming killing intent, pierced through the air and hovered between the two.

The sword is neither gold nor jade, but flows with a terrifying aura of destruction. It is the Zhuxian Sword, the supreme treasure of the Tongtian Sect Master!

It wasn't that he didn't want to keep the Zhuxian Sword, but that he discovered he simply couldn't refine it.

This object is a sacred artifact, and a supreme treasure for killing. Now that he has not yet achieved enlightenment, he almost injured his primordial spirit by recklessly refining it.

Rather than letting it become scrap metal, it would be better to let the Holy Mother of Wudang take it back to Tongtian. Perhaps she could even gain some favor and give herself a protective charm.

After all, he himself knew that his current actions were like walking a tightrope over a cliff, and he wasn't sure if he could keep going.

However, with divine protection, survival should not be a problem in the future. Moreover, regardless of whether this matter succeeds or fails, it can be considered as creating a good karmic connection.

Exchanging a useless sword for a sage's goodwill is a worthwhile deal.

"This is……"

The Holy Mother of Wudang's pupils suddenly contracted, and her outstretched hand trembled slightly.

Since the Zhuxian Sword Formation was broken and the four Zhuxian swords fell into the hands of the four immortals of the Chan Sect, this has always been the greatest pain and the greatest shame in the hearts of the entire Jie Sect.

Now, this sword has actually returned!

"Guang Chengzi ran too fast and left this thing behind."

Xiao Wuji spoke casually, reached out and grasped the sword hilt, handing it to the Holy Mother of Wudang.

"This sword belongs to my master. It's too hot for me to keep, and I don't have the ability to wield it."

"Today, the item has been returned to its rightful owner. I will need to trouble my senior uncle to take it back to Biyou Palace and hand it over to our grandmaster."

The Holy Mother of Wudang solemnly accepted the Zhuxian Sword with both hands.

The moment her fingertips touched the cold blade, her eyes reddened slightly. This was not just a sword, but the face of the Jie Sect!

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang exclaimed "Good!" three times, overwhelmed with emotion.

"Nephew, you have rendered a great service! A tremendous service! If Master were to see this sword, he would surely laugh heartily!"

She took a deep breath, calmed her agitated emotions, and looked at Xiao Wuji with urgent eyes:

"Nephew, now that we have retrieved the sword and severely damaged the Chan Sect, this Jiepai Pass is a dangerous place and we should not linger here."

"Randeng has suffered a great loss this time. Next time he comes, it will surely be Yuanshi Tianzun personally taking action, or perhaps using even more terrifying methods. You come with me! Let's go now!"

"Return to Jin'ao Island! With your current strength and achievements, your master will personally protect you, and no one will be able to harm you!"

In the eyes of the Holy Mother of Wudang, knowing when to stop is the best policy. Xiao Wuji has already made a fortune; there's no need to fight to the death here.

However, faced with the earnest persuasion of the Holy Mother of Wudang, Xiao Wuji slowly shook his head.

He turned around, walked to the pavilion with his hands behind his back, and gazed through the layers of formations towards the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

"Master Uncle, I can't leave."

"Why?" asked the Holy Mother of Wudang anxiously.

"As long as the green hills remain, there's no worry about running out of firewood!"

"Because I'm not reconciled."

Xiao Wuji's voice was soft, yet it carried a hardness as firm as metal and stone.

"The Three Immortal Masters of Sanxiao treated me like their own children. In the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation, they clearly showed mercy, only reducing the cultivation of the Twelve Golden Immortals, without harming their lives."

"But what about Yuanshi Tianzun? He disregarded the dignity of a sage and personally intervened, suppressing Master Yunxiao under Qilin Cliff and beating Masters Qiongxiao and Bixiao to the point of obliteration!"

At this point, Xiao Wuji no longer concealed the killing intent in his eyes, which erupted like a volcano.

"This blood debt has not yet been settled."

"If I leave, who will avenge me? If I leave, who will protect the people of Jiepai Pass?"

He turned around, looked at the Holy Mother of Wudang, and a bright yet cold smile appeared on his face:

"I want to stay here."

"I will be like a nail, firmly driven to the throat of the Chan Sect. I will make them all appear on the list, so they will know that the disciples of the Jie Sect are not to be trifled with!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

"That's enough."

The Holy Mother of Wudang sighed and stopped trying to persuade her.

She knew she couldn't persuade him anymore.

"In that case, take care of yourself."

The Holy Mother of Wudang gave Xiao Wuji a deep look, slung the Zhuxian Sword behind her back, and became extremely solemn.

"This matter is of utmost importance. I must return to Biyou Palace immediately, hand this sword over to my master, and report the situation of the battle here."

"Nephew, you're alive."

"Once the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is activated, we will fight side by side again."

Having said that, the Holy Mother of Wudang no longer hesitated. Her figure transformed into a streak of azure light, carrying the Zhuxian Sword that she had regained, and soared into the sky, instantly disappearing into the eastern horizon.

Xiao Wuji watched his senior uncle leave, and only withdrew his gaze when the streak of light had completely disappeared.

He sat back down on the stone bench, picked up the cup of tea that had gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

"The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation? I hope that day never comes."

Xiao Wuji murmured to himself and sighed softly.

To be honest, he almost ran away with the Holy Mother of Wudang just now.

Now he is a Great Luo Immortal, living freely beyond the Three Realms and Five Elements. He can find a place to hide away, and even saints can only watch helplessly.

But the problem is, he's not willing to accept it. The reasons he gave to the Holy Mother of Wudang are one aspect, but there are also his own personal reasons.

He had wasted decades in this world before finally becoming an immortal, but now that he has obtained this Guardian System, he has cultivated to the Great Luo realm in just a few months. How could he be willing to retreat now?

After all, who doesn't have the ambition to become a saint or ancestor?

"Guang Chengzi, Randeng, I hope you won't disappoint me. Don't inform Yuanshi Tianzun about this, otherwise all my efforts in exposing the Chaos Bell will have been in vain!"