This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The reason Li Daoxuan had such feelings was that at the moment Qingfeng became an Earth Immortal, the long-dormant Daoist True Immortal System in his mind suddenly stirred.

Over the years, this system has been like a decoration, serving no other purpose than helping him comprehend the mysteries of Tao through the accumulated merits.

Today, Qingfeng has achieved the status of an Earth Immortal. The system immediately notified him: Congratulations, host disciple, on achieving the status of an Earth Immortal. You are rewarded with 30,000 merits and the spiritual treasure Haotian Mirror.

Thirty thousand merits is nothing. Nowadays, Taoist disciples are all over the world in the Jingming Cave Heaven, and they earn countless merits every day, which they can never use up.

But that magical Haotian Mirror is no ordinary item.

The Haotian Mirror does not exist in the traditional mythological system; its original source is a fantasy novel called "The Legend of the Swordsmen of Shushan".

According to the novel, the Haotian Mirror can emit the divine light of Haotian, possessing extremely strong offensive power. It can immobilize the enemy's body and melt their body.

Moreover, it is the nemesis of all evil spirits.

Li Daoxuan received the Haotian Mirror from the system, and by immersing himself in it, he immediately understood its function.

It is exactly the same as in the legend, but it has an additional function compared to the Haotian Mirror in the legend of immortals and heroes: it can travel through the void and instantly travel to a place tens of thousands of miles away.

"Such a magical treasure is probably even superior to immortal weapons among the treasures of the Xuanhuang Great World. Even if it's not as good as a Great Dao Emperor Weapon, the gap isn't far off..."

Li Daoxuan thought to himself.

Qingfeng looked at Li Daoxuan curiously, not understanding why his master had suddenly gone into a daze.

Not long after, Li Daoxuan came to his senses and looked at Qingfeng with satisfaction, saying:

"Qingfeng, you have led the Daoist sect for so many years, making great contributions. It is your master who has neglected you..."

Qingfeng was immediately filled with fear and said:

"Master, you flatter me. If it weren't for your taking me in back then, Qingfeng might have starved or frozen to death long ago."

"My master raised me, taught me the Daoist arts, and made me the revered leader of the Daoist sect. This kindness is greater than the heavens."

Li Daoxuan smiled and nodded, then raised his hand and a round mirror radiating divine light appeared in his palm.

This mirror is neither gold nor stone, neither wood nor jade; it is incredibly heavy in the hand, and its power is far beyond what ordinary people can control.

To master it, one must at least possess the cultivation level of an Earth Immortal.

"This treasure is called the Haotian Mirror. It can emit the divine radiance of Haotian. Even a martial arts immortal would be melted into ashes under this divine radiance."

"All evil forces in the world must be restrained in front of it, and it also has the ability to travel thousands of miles in an instant through the void."

"Your master is passing it on to you. Refine it carefully, and from now on, you can use it as your natal spiritual treasure to nourish and strengthen it, complementing each other."

Upon hearing Li Daoxuan's introduction to the Haotian Mirror, Qingfeng quickly shook his head and said:

"No, no, no, Master, this treasure is far too precious, this disciple..."

"Hey, just accept what your master gave you. Your master has never given you anything good since you were a child. As the head of the Taoist sect, you only have a spiritual weapon called the 'Spring Breeze' sword. It's really too shabby."

Li Daoxuan directly handed the Haotian Mirror to Qingfeng.

Qingfeng's hand sank, deeply moved.

He no longer refused, accepted the Haotian Mirror, and bowed to Li Daoxuan, saying:

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing this treasure..."

Li Daoxuan smiled, patted his shoulder, and took Qingfeng's arm, saying:

"Come on, it's been so many years. Tell your master what's happened all these years..."

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The master and apprentice sat facing each other in the attic and chatted.

Before we knew it, a day and a night had passed.

It wasn't until the sun rose the next day that Qingfeng finished recounting his experiences over the years.

After taking a sip of tea, Qingfeng subconsciously looked around.

Li Daoxuan saw through Qingfeng's intention at a glance and laughed:

"Jing Shu is not here. Not long after her ascension, she cultivated into a Sword Dao Earth Immortal. Later, she traveled the world and went to the Heavenly Realm with a group of people."

"The Celestial Realm?"

Qingfeng asked curiously.

Li Daoxuan did not explain, but simply said:

"You'll gradually learn more as you travel and explore the world later."

"By the way, how's your fame going all these years?"

When Wang Yangming was mentioned, Qingfeng's eyes lit up.

"Yang Ming has been an official in the court for many years. Under his rule, the Great Zhao Dynasty truly achieved the goal of providing for the elderly and caring for the young. Even in years of famine, it was rare to see scenes of people starving to death in the fields."

"He was the greatest prime minister of all time in the history of the Great Zhao Dynasty."

About eight years ago, seeing that the world was at peace, Yang Ming resigned from his position as prime minister and began to compile his life's knowledge and insights.

"Ultimately, it established the Confucian school."

"Nowadays, Confucianism has become a required subject for scholars in Da Zhao and many surrounding small countries. The imperial examinations in Da Zhao have begun to focus on Confucianism to make a name for oneself among fellow students."

"In the common people of Dazhao, my junior brother Yangming is even revered as a Confucian sage. He has indeed forged a completely different path, and I admire him greatly..."

"only..."

As he spoke of the later parts, Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Li Daoxuan smiled calmly and said:

"Are you worried about the lifespan of someone who has become famous?"

Qingfeng nodded and said:

"Yes, I've calculated it for him. He'll live to be eighty-two. If you think about it, he doesn't have many years left."

Li Daoxuan picked up his teacup and took a small sip, unhurriedly.

He put down his teacup and said gently:

"Birth and death are natural laws. We who cultivate the Tao are essentially fighting against fate, so we should do more good deeds to repay this great opportunity."

"But death is not the true end."

"Especially for Yang Ming, death might be another kind of rebirth for him."

Qingfeng was puzzled.

He could predict Wang Yangming's lifespan, but not what would happen after his death.

That has already touched upon the laws of the Netherworld. If he were to forcibly deduce it with his cultivation level, he would likely suffer a severe backlash.

"Rebirth?"

Qingfeng asked in confusion.

Li Daoxuan did not explain, but simply nodded.

Qingfeng dared not ask any more questions. He knew very well that these matters were secrets of heaven and should not be easily revealed.

"Alright, you've just ascended and just formed your core, you still need some time to consolidate your power."

"Qingming Island is quite spacious. Go find Gu Jiantang and ask him to take you to a secluded place to consolidate your cultivation and refine the Haotian Mirror."

"If you ever feel like going out for a walk, just go by yourself; you don't need to tell me. Go ahead."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng rose, bowed, and took his leave.

No sooner had I left the attic than I saw a dark and powerful aura enveloping the entire building.

Qingfeng instantly understood that his master must be at a critical juncture in his seclusion.

If he hadn't suddenly ascended to heaven, Master probably wouldn't have emerged from seclusion yet.

"My apologies, I hope I haven't disturbed Master..."

The breeze murmured softly.