This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Above the clouds, a lucky cloud obscured the figures of Qingfeng and Wang Jingshu.

Qingfeng withdrew his gaze and sighed softly:

"It's a good thing that your disciple values ​​gratitude and righteousness."

"But for spiritual practice, this advantage can sometimes easily become a disadvantage."

Wang Jingshu nodded; she naturally understood what Qingfeng meant by that.

People who value gratitude and loyalty often have deep emotions, and these emotions can easily become knots in their hearts when something happens.

And it's very difficult to solve.

That's why Qingfeng said it was both a good thing and a bad thing.

But that's just how spiritual practice is.

No one in this world is born with complete detachment from emotions, and even if someone were, Wang Jingshu would find such a person rather meaningless.

Qingfeng smiled and asked gently:

"Where to next?"

Wang Jingshu looked at him, tilted her head, and smiled.

"What do you think, senior brother?"

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng laughed heartily:

"Hahaha... I knew you wouldn't give up so easily. Fine, go ahead and go. It's time to settle this matter."

After saying that, the two of them transformed into two sword lights, one golden and one blue, and flew across the sky in an instant.

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The Northern Branch of the Qingyun Sword Sect is located in the area in the northern part of the state closest to the Desolate Ancient Mountains.

Geographically speaking, this is considered the gateway to the state.

Strange beasts often cross the border from the desolate ancient mountains and wreak havoc in Lizhou.

Therefore, the Qingyun Sword Sect also took on the responsibility of guarding the gateway to Lizhou.

Compared to the other branch sects of the Qingyun Sword Sect, the Northern Branch is widely recognized as the strongest.

The sect leader of the branch sect even possessed the cultivation level of the Ninth Heaven.

Moreover, most of these positions are held by the main sect elders themselves, and a new one is appointed every thirty years.

Today, the Northern Branch is somewhat different from usual.

Most of the disciples within the sect looked solemn, and their every move seemed somewhat hesitant.

The reason for this performance is that a very important figure has arrived at the Northern Branch today—the Holy Son of Qingyun, Cang Que.

All the disciples in the branch sect had only heard rumors about this holy son.

It is said that he is a peerless genius rarely seen throughout history, who was able to create his own heaven-level martial arts as soon as he entered the seventh level of the Refining God Realm.

The speed of his cultivation is unmatched by anyone in the Qingyun Sword Sect for thousands of years.

Every disciple in the branch sect wanted to pay their respects to the future master of the Sword Sect, but none dared to act rashly, so the entire branch sect felt somewhat oppressed in this atmosphere.

Inside the main hall of the branch sect, Cang Que sat facing the branch sect leader.

Although Cang Que was only in his thirties, while the branch sect leader was already over a hundred years old, the branch sect leader still had to call Cang Que "Uncle-Master" in terms of seniority.

After all, Cang Que was the biological son of the Holy Master of the Qingyun Sword Sect, while this branch sect master was the Holy Master's grand-disciple, a difference of only two.

"In recent years, my uncle has been traveling around much more. It seems that the Holy Lord is planning to gradually hand over many affairs of the Holy Sect to my uncle."

The branch sect leader laughed.

Cang Que gently shook his head and said helplessly:

"I dare not disobey my father's command."

"I didn't come here for anything important this time, just to check on the situation of the Northern Branch's Ancient Mountain Range defense line."

"There's something else, I heard that about six months ago..."

"Reporting to the sect leader, someone has trespassed through the mountain gate..."

Cang Que was speaking when someone rushed in and interrupted him.

The branch sect leader's expression changed drastically, and he angrily rebuked:

"The Holy Son is here; how dare you act recklessly? Get out of here..."

Cang Que stood up and stopped the branch sect leader, looking up at the entrance of the main hall with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Never mind, it's an emergency, we can't blame him."

"But if someone is trying to break into the mountain gate, why can't I sense it?"

The branch sect leader also realized something was wrong.

Although the Northern Branch is a branch, its mountain gate is under strict guard and protected by a magic array.

Since someone had broken into the mountain gate, it was impossible for him, as the sect leader, not to have sensed it.

"Let's go out and take a look."

As soon as Cang Que finished speaking, he flew directly out of the main hall.

The branch sect leader quickly followed.

Not only them, but many experts from the branch sect also set out, following behind the two towards the mountain gate.

For some reason, Cang Que's heart was pounding, and he couldn't calm himself down.

This is the first time I've had this strange feeling since returning from the Heavenly Realm.

It wasn't until he arrived at the mountain gate and saw the couple standing there, especially the stunningly beautiful woman in the red dress, that Cang Que understood why he had such a strange reaction.

"Amazing...the Fairy of Startling Beauty?"

Wang Jingshu was also momentarily stunned when she saw Cang Que.

However, her expression quickly returned to calm.

Qingfeng asked in confusion:

"What's wrong? Do you know him?"

Wang Jingshu nodded gently.

"Yes, he is the Holy Son of the Qingyun Sword Sect."

Qingfeng let out an "Oh," carefully examined Cangque for a few moments, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Born with exceptional talent and extraordinary abilities, a ninth-level martial artist of such a young age is truly unprecedented..."

As he watched, Qingfeng noticed something amiss.

"Huh? How come this kid has traces of Taoist magic on him?"

At this point, Qingfeng secretly glanced at Wang Jingshu, his expression inscrutable.

Seeing him in this unusual state, Wang Jingshu couldn't help but chuckle.

He rolled his eyes at him and said:

"I have transmitted the Taoist scriptures to him, but I have not taught him the secret methods of Taoist cultivation."

"But he was extremely talented. He actually comprehended the method of condensing the primordial spirit from the Taoist scriptures on his own, transforming his martial arts soul into a Taoist primordial spirit. This can be considered as dual cultivation of martial arts and Taoism."

Qingfeng suddenly realized and nodded, saying:

"This lad's talent and comprehension are truly rare in this world. Such a prodigy, if he could join my Daoist sect..."

"bump..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Jingshu bumped his chest with her shoulder, interrupting him.

"Stop trying to poach people. He's the Holy Son of the Qingyun Sword Sect, how could he possibly join a Daoist sect?"

Qingfeng chuckled awkwardly and said:

"I want any promising talent I see; it's become a habit..."

This scene was somewhat jarring to Cang Que, who had stopped not far away.

He could naturally tell that the man in front of him was no ordinary person to Wang Jingshu. Such intimate behavior suggested that they were probably partners.

"Let's get down to business."

Qingfeng nodded and bowed to the branch sect members who had gathered around him.

"Gentlemen, I greet you."

The branch sect leader was puzzled; these two people didn't seem like the kind of people who had come looking for trouble.

"Who are you? Why do you trespass on my sacred grounds?"

No sooner had the branch sect leader finished asking than someone behind him exclaimed in surprise:

"It was him, it was them..."

"Elder Xu died at that woman's hands half a year ago..."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically.

The higher-ups of the branch sect knew about what happened half a year ago: a master at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm died. This was no small matter, so the branch sect reported it to the main sect.

What the branch sect didn't expect was that the main sect sent a message instructing them not to act rashly.

Unexpectedly, six months later, these two people came to us on their own.

Little did they know that Cang Que, standing to the side, had a rather complicated expression.

He looked at Wang Jingshu in surprise and said:

"Six months ago, a disciple from the Northern Branch reported that an elder had died at the hands of a swordsman who claimed to be from the Daoist sect. That person... was you?"