This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter:

"Hahaha... Okay, let's go..."

With a flash of golden light, Li Daoxuan and Gu Jiantang vanished from the street in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already blocking the way for the three young men in white.

Li Daoxuan looked at the three people who were looking at him with astonishment and laughed:

"Halt! Let my apprentice avenge himself first..."

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Outside Qingyun City, Gu Jiantang took one last look at the great city that had given him birth and raised him, and which had also brought him much suffering. From then on, he would have no further connection with this place.

Li Daoxuan gently patted his shoulder and joked:

"Feeling better now that you've slapped me back?"

Gu Jiantang lowered his head and gently shook his head.

Seeing this, Li Daoxuan smiled with satisfaction and said gently:

"Whether your mind is at peace or not does not depend on revenge, but on your own heart."

"It's certainly true to take revenge when you have a grudge, and to settle scores when you have a grievance."

"But true revenge, besides repaying them in kind, depends on whether you have let go of this grudge in your own heart."

Gu Jiantang's face slowly turned puzzled. He mustered his courage, looked up at Li Daoxuan, and asked:

"So, according to you, having a grudge but not being able to avenge it? As long as you let it go in your heart, that's considered revenge?"

Li Daoxuan smiled and shook his head.

"I'm asking you, are you hungry and do you want to eat?"

Gu Jiantang nodded and said:

"certainly..."

Li Daoxuan said in a deep voice:

"Revenge is the same principle. No matter what the grudge is, no matter how you take revenge, you will eventually have to take it."

"Because revenge is a matter of cause and effect, it tells others that they will inevitably bear the consequences of their wrongdoings."

Gu Jiantang was even more puzzled.

"If you've already let go of the past, why seek revenge?"

Upon hearing this, Li Daoxuan chuckled and said:

"So, if you're hungry but tell yourself you're not, you can get through it?"

Gu Jiantang was taken aback and didn't know how to answer.

Li Daoxuan said earnestly:

"The same principle applies to revenge; how can you put it down if you haven't taken it up first?"

"Taking revenge is like picking up something; letting go is when you stop dwelling on the grudge in your heart."

"The reason you are not in a good mood and are still unhappy is because although you have taken revenge, your heart is still trapped in this grudge, so you cannot be at ease."

Gu Jiantang seemed to be deep in thought, and his eyes gradually brightened.

Li Daoxuan continued:

"The highest good is like water. Water benefits all things without striving. It is formless and without appearance, yet it penetrates everywhere."

"One should have a mind as still as water, indifferent to all things; though one does not contend, none in the world can contend with one."

Gu Jiantang's eyes were bright, and he kept murmuring the phrase: "The highest good is like water."

Li Daoxuan didn't say anything more, but just smiled and patted his shoulder, saying:

"Let's go, let's find a quiet place to heal your wounds..."

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In a secluded valley, there once stood the stronghold of a large, powerful insect.

Li Daoxuan brought Gu Jiantang here and, seeing the abundance of spiritual energy, decided to heal Gu Jiantang's injuries right here.

The enormous beast, larger than an elephant, was naturally unwilling and sent a gust of foul wind to pounce on Li Daoxuan.

Li Daoxuan gently raised his hand and pointed, freezing the giant worm in place, its cold, beastly eyes filled only with endless fear.

Li Daoxuan stepped forward, stroked the glossy fur, and laughed:

"Don't be afraid, big guy. I won't take your life. I'm just borrowing your place for a couple of days. I'll be leaving soon."

The power of the mind invaded the giant insect's sea of ​​consciousness, gradually calming its emotions and fear.

Li Daoxuan released the immobilization spell, and the giant worm immediately lay motionless on the ground, clearly having submitted to Li Daoxuan.

Seeing its adorable appearance, Li Daoxuan couldn't help but laugh:

"Hahaha... You're quite clever, aren't you? It's fate that we met. Since I've borrowed your space, I'll naturally give you my share of the benefits. Go on..."

The giant worm clearly understood Li Daoxuan's words. It banged its big head a few times, then turned around and ran to the entrance of the valley, where it squatted down like a lucky cat to act as a guard.

Gu Jiantang found this scene incredibly novel.

He had never seen anyone treat a wild and ferocious beast so gently.

The scene of Li Daoxuan interacting with the big tiger didn't feel tense or dangerous at all; instead, it had a strange sense of natural harmony.

Gu Jiantang couldn't help but recall how Li Daoxuan displayed his might in the Lingze Blessed Land. On that day, many disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect died at his hands, and even the patriarch was almost killed by him.

Li Daoxuan was not like this gentle man back then.

"Senior is indeed compassionate and kind-hearted, able to be so gentle even to a strange beast."

Gu Jiantang couldn't help but sigh.

Li Daoxuan glanced at him and smiled.

"If you are an ant, you will only see ants or other small insects."

"But if you are the drifting, uncertain clouds in the heavens, the ever-blowing breeze in the mountains, the ceaseless wind and rain of the four seasons."

"Then in your eyes, all living beings are no different..."

Gu Jiantang looked dazed. He understood Li Daoxuan's words, but he seemed completely confused and didn't understand anything.

Li Daoxuan offered no explanation, but simply said gently:

"Once you've reached a certain level of cultivation, you'll naturally understand. There's no need to dwell on it. Here, take this pill first..."

Li Daoxuan handed over a Qingling Rejuvenation Pill, which was different from the ordinary medicines he had previously refined in the Jingming Cave.

This Qingling Rejuvenation Pill is made entirely from top-grade spiritual herbs that are hundreds of years old. In addition, it is enhanced by the Taiyi Xuanhuang Cauldron, which has improved its quality by more than one level. It can truly bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded with just one pill.

Gu Jiantang now completely trusted Li Daoxuan, so she naturally had no doubts about the pills he handed over.

He threw it directly into his mouth and swallowed it.

In just a few breaths, a soft, flowing light, like a ribbon of cloud, emanated from his body.

It constantly crisscrossed through his flesh and blood.

The damaged meridians visibly recovered, and the broken dantian and qi sea also slowly returned to their original state.

Gu Jiantang felt the situation within his body, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Even in a sacred sect like the Qingyun Sword Sect, pills of this caliber would be treasured and kept as precious gems. Unless the Holy Lord or a high-ranking elder is injured, they would never be used.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over him. Gu Jiantang had intended to hold on for a while, but before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep sleep after only a few thoughts had passed.

When he woke up, it was already the morning of the next day.

Not far away, Li Daoxuan was still meditating cross-legged, while the big tiger remained crouched at the entrance of the valley, guarding the surroundings.

Gu Jiantang stood up, stretched in the morning sun, and his joints cracked and popped like popping beans.

He was delighted to find that the listless and powerless feeling he had been experiencing had disappeared, replaced by abundant energy and a long-lost strength.

It was as if he had been reborn, completely transformed.