This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

At the entrance of the Moonflower Immortal Palace in Taiyi Qingming Heaven of Qingxu Mountain, a beautiful female disciple dressed in white stood respectfully waiting in front of the palace gate.

A flash of moon-white light appeared before my eyes, and the figure of the bright moon materialized.

"Master..."

The female disciple quickly stepped forward to greet her.

Mingyue nodded and asked:

"Is there something you need?"

The female disciple took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it over.

"You have a letter, delivered by a scholar, who said it was... a letter from that Confucian sage."

Mingyue was clearly taken aback.

The Sage of Confucianism—what an unfamiliar title.

But this was someone I knew.

Mingyue took the letter from the female disciple and waved her hand.

The female disciple bowed and took her leave.

But before she could even step down the steps, Mingyue called out to her.

"Huai Zhen..."

The female disciple turned around in confusion and asked:

"Is there anything else you need, Master?"

The bright moon paused for a moment, then suddenly revealed a gentle smile.

"Spread the word that three months from now, your master will hold a sermon in the square in front of the Jade Capital Immortal Palace. All disciples of the Daoist sect, regardless of whether they are from the inner sect, the outer sect, or a branch sect outside the mountain, as long as they can cross the Heavenly Ladder outside Jade Capital Mountain and come to the Jade Capital, can come here to listen to the sermon."

The female disciple, whose Taoist name was Huaizhen, was startled upon hearing this.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

What she found hard to believe was not that her master was going to hold such a grand sermon, but that her master's face... could actually show such a gentle and kind smile.

She had been a disciple for decades, and this was the first time she had ever seen her master smile like that.

Huai Zhen snapped out of his daze, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Yes, disciple will go and report to the sect leader immediately, and spread the word throughout the land."

Mingyue nodded gently and said softly:

"Go..."

Seeing Huaizhen's cheerful appearance, Mingyue couldn't help but sigh softly.

Being her disciple is indeed not easy.

Within the Taoist community, everyone understands one principle.

Once the Second Master, Daoist Mingyue, has spoken, this matter is almost a done deal and there is absolutely no way to change it.

If anyone dares to displease the Second Sect Leader, probably only the Sect Leader himself can save you...

All the disciples held Qingfeng in awe, but were truly afraid of Mingyue.

Mingyue was aware of this as well, but her mind was not at peace before, so she couldn't care less about that.

After Huaizhen left, Mingyue tore open the letter addressed to "Senior Sister Mingyue".

Over the years, although the handwriting has changed a lot, Mingyue could still tell at a glance that it was written by Wang Yangming.

After becoming a Confucian sage revered by all, Wang Yangming's calligraphy contained a powerful force that ordinary people could neither see nor feel.

But the bright moon could perceive it very clearly.

This power doesn't resemble martial arts qi, nor does it resemble Taoist magic.

It's more like a spiritual force.

It has no power to destroy all things, nor can it prolong life, but it can cleanse a person's mind and spirit.

If someone with ill intentions were to see Wang Yangming's handwritten letter, they might even suffer a mental breakdown and fall into an inescapable mental illusion.

There are even rumors that someone once obtained a character written by Wang Yangming by chance, and one day while traveling at night in the mountains, he encountered a vengeful ghost demanding his life.

But the moment the vengeful ghost touched his body, the character written by Wang Yangming in the man's arms suddenly burst forth with a magnificent light, instantly obliterating the vengeful ghost.

From then on, the words of the Confucian sage became a rare treasure in the world.

Even for high-ranking officials, nobles, and royalty, it was impossible to obtain such a thing for a fortune.

At this moment, the letter in Mingyue's hand was hundreds of words long, all written by Wang Yangming himself, and each word was infused with deep emotion and spirit.

If this letter were to leak out, it would likely be priceless.

After reading the letter, Mingyue's expression was somewhat complicated.

Qingfeng previously said that the reason she could not ascend even though her cultivation was perfect was because of two reasons: first, her state of mind was lacking, and second, she was still entangled in karma.

The reason for the emotional distress is the tragic incident that occurred during my childhood decades ago.

The entanglement of cause and effect stems from this former junior brother, now a Confucian sage, Wang Yangming.

As he read the letter, Wang Yangming seemed to sense the karmic entanglement between himself and Mingyue.

So they sent a letter specifically to try and resolve the matter.

"As expected of a Confucian sage... a complex and inexplicable emotion could actually influence my ascension..."

Mingyue couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

With her cultivation level, she could have ascended to the Xuanhuang realm as long as her mental state was perfected.

But because of Wang Yangming, they were held up.

This shows Wang Yangming's position in the Jingming Cave Heaven.

After thinking it over, Mingyue decided to go and see this former fellow disciple.

However, there was no rush at the moment. She had just resolved Zhao Chun'an's matter and needed to meditate for a few days.

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In the old Wang family residence in Anyi County.

Eighty-two-year-old Wang Yangming sat leisurely in the courtyard, drinking tea amidst a lively scene.

Several great-grandchildren were playing and chasing each other in the yard, their laughter filling the air.

Wang Yangming always wore a gentle smile, his complexion was rosy, and no one could see the deathly aura that had begun to dissipate from the depths of his eyes.

After a while, Wang Yangming suddenly straightened his expression and waved to Changsun, who was standing quietly serving not far away.

The man in his thirties walked over quickly.

"Grandfather, what's wrong?"

Wang Yangming pointed to the children playing in the yard and said:

"Let's take them all out to play, to the outer courtyard."

"I also instructed everyone else in the manor to wait quietly in the outer courtyard and not to enter without my permission."

Changsun was taken aback by what he heard, and was somewhat puzzled.

"Grandfather, is something the matter?"

Wang Yangming shook his head and said:

"Never mind that, go ahead."

The eldest grandson dared not disobey and had no choice but to do as he was told.

Before long, only Wang Yangming remained in the entire Wang family's inner courtyard.

He took a new cup from the tea tray, poured half a cup of hot tea, and then sat down quietly to wait.

"Junior Brother Wang knew I was coming?"

A cold, clear voice suddenly rang out.

A person suddenly appeared in the courtyard; it was Mingyue, who had received a message from Wang Yangming.

Wang Yangming opened his eyes, stood up, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting:

"Senior sister, it's been a long time..."

Mingyue stared at Wang Yangming for several breaths, but Wang Yangming remained expressionless, and even his heartbeat did not change at all.

Upon seeing this, Mingyue smiled sweetly.

"Junior brother, it's been a long time..."