This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Chapter 153 The world is ever-changing, but people's hearts are hard to fathom; the gathering a

When Li Daoxuan returned to the shore, the people lowered their heads even further.

In their eyes, someone who could kill Qingyun Sword Sect disciples so easily was someone even more terrifying than the Qingyun Sword Sect itself.

They wouldn't even dare to look at such a person.

Seeing this, Li Daoxuan could only sigh helplessly.

He then used the Five Elements magic to restore all the collapsed houses one by one.

But those who died can never come back.

Even so, all the surviving people were extremely grateful to him, and they almost kowtowed to him until their heads were broken.

Li Daoxuan looked at them, wanting to say something, but in the end he had no choice but to leave.

These people's views cannot be changed in a few words.

This is a habit formed over thousands of years.

As long as the rules of this world remain unchanged, they will never be able to break free of these shackles.

To change the rules of this world, the first thing to do is to have the ability to change the rules.

Only when he becomes the strongest person in the world can these problems be truly solved at their root.

Li Daoxuan didn't think any further, nor did he pay any more attention to the people who kept kowtowing.

Returning to Chen Xun's original intention, Li Daoxuan directly took him into the air and flew to the island.

Chen Xun watched Li Daoxuan's retreating figure, and after a moment of contemplation, his eyes slowly reddened.

"Master, are you... leaving?"

Li Daoxuan paused, slowly turned around, and looked at the child who was only twelve years old this year.

He smiled and said:

"I will stay on the island for three more months. During these three months, I will do my best to teach you some Taoist techniques. Learn as much as you can."

Chen Xun pursed his lips, lowered his head, and choked out:

"Master, do we really have to leave?"

Li Daoxuan didn't answer, but gently patted Chen Xun's head and said softly:

"From now on, don't call me 'Taoist Master,' call me 'Master'..."

Chen Xun suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise.

"Master...Master?"

Li Daoxuan exhaled softly, reached out and wiped, and a scroll appeared in front of him.

The scroll was unrolled, revealing the Daoist names and titles of Qingfeng, Mingyue, Wang Jingshu, and Zhujiu.

This is a Taoist genealogy; Li Daoxuan took it with him when he left.

However, he made a separate copy and left it for Qingfeng. As the head of the Daoist sect of Jingming Cave, Qingfeng was naturally qualified to receive ordination for the disciples who came after him.

Li Daoxuan's gaze swept over those names and Daoist talismans, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

"Chen Xun, before you, I had five other disciples, but they are temporarily unable to come here for some reasons."

"But you must remember their names and Taoist registers."

"My eldest disciple, Qingfeng, whose honorific title is Taiyi Xuanmiao Qingfeng Daojun, is currently the head of our Daoist sect and your senior brother."

"My second disciple, Mingyue, whose honorific title is Taiyi Aomiao Mingyue Daojun, is the second leader of the Daoist sect and your second senior sister."

"My third disciple, Wang Yangming, is pursuing the path of officialdom and governance. He is not registered in the Taoist lineage, but he is still my personal disciple and your third senior brother."

"Your fourth disciple, Wang Jingshu, whose honorific title is Taiyi Qingfeng Jinghong Daojun, is your fourth senior sister."

"Your fifth disciple, Zhu Jiu, is an extraordinary being who has attained enlightenment. His title is Taiyi Daomiao Xuanlong Daojun. He is your fifth senior brother."

"You haven't met them, but remember their names, understand?"

Chen Xun nodded emphatically. Li Daoxuan's words seemed to be engraved in his mind, echoing endlessly.

Immediately afterwards, Li Daoxuan used his finger as a pen, writing on the genealogy while reciting aloud:

"Disciple Chen Xun, listen to my command. I hereby bestow upon you the title of Taiyi Zhizhen Daoxuan Tianzun, the patriarch of the Daoist school, and accept you as his personal disciple. I hereby bestow upon you the honorific title of Taiyi Xuanhuang Qianyuan Daojun. I hope that you will cultivate morality diligently and without ceasing."

Chen Xun knelt on the ground, suppressing his excitement, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Disciple Chen Xun pays respects to the Ancestral Master."

A golden light suddenly flew out from the genealogy book and landed on Chen Xun's brow, transforming into a pattern resembling stars.

Li Daoxuan looked at Chen Xun's brow and his heart stirred slightly.

He silently calculated in his mind, and after a moment he smiled and said:

"Everything is the best arrangement, it's the way of fate, not something we can control."

Chen Xun was puzzled and asked in confusion:

"Master, what does this mean?"

Li Daoxuan laughed heartily, pointed to his forehead, and said:

"You will surely have a place in this vast and mysterious world in the future."

Chen Xun remained puzzled.

Li Daoxuan did not offer much explanation.

From that day on, they lived on the island.

Li Daoxuan spent three days setting up numerous spirit talisman arrays around the entire island.

The moment the magic circle was completed, the island appeared to vanish into thin air from the outside.

However, even when standing inside the island and looking outwards, everything is still clearly visible.

Li Daoxuan found a stone containing a trace of spiritual energy and used the Taiyi Xuanhuang Cauldron to refine it into Chen Xun's natal magic seal, also engraving the spiritual incantation for entering the island into it.

From then on, apart from Li Daoxuan, only Chen Xun, who possessed the Dharma Seal, was allowed to enter.

Chen Xun was moved, knowing that his master was worried that the Qingyun Sword Sect would come seeking revenge.

Sure enough, a few days after Li Daoxuan wiped out those branch sect disciples, someone from the Qingyun Sword Sect arrived in Tianshui Town.

But Chen Xun's courtyard was empty, and they searched the entire Tianshui Town but couldn't find a trace of him. So the Sword Sect members came to the islands of Tianshui Marsh to search.

Chen Xun stood on the shore of the island, watching them pass by, but they didn't notice him at all.

For the next three months, Li Daoxuan taught Chen Xun everything he knew.

As for how much he can learn, that's up to Chen Xun.

Three months later, it was already April in the human world.

The island is lush and vibrant with life.

As always, Chen Xun came to the rocks on the east side of the island to meditate and cultivate before sunrise.

After finishing his morning lessons, he went to the second floor of the attic to pay his respects to Li Daoxuan, as was his custom.

However, when they arrived on the second floor, they found that Li Daoxuan had already disappeared.

Chen Xun stood there, stunned, for a long time.

Master has passed away in the end.

There was no farewell, no words of advice.

They left without a sound.

Chen Xun sighed and silently closed the doors and windows on the second floor.

He was not sad, because he knew that for a cultivator, all of this was due to fate.

We meet because of fate, and we part because of fate.

The coming together and parting of people are all preordained by fate.

At the same time, a young man in a blue Taoist robe appeared on the mountain road heading north outside Tianshui Town.

Holding a rough peach wood cane, he walked forward step by step.

He looks like an ordinary person, but anyone with discerning eyes can tell that he is no ordinary person.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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