When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

After a long silence, Pei Fang'an wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead: "This... is that all?"

The people present looked at each other, but no one spoke up in response.

It's truly absurd. Just a dozen breaths ago, the choices of these mere dozen or so people determined the fate of the entire cultivation world.

A single thought, a single step, could lead to the collapse of the world.

Although everyone kept a straight face and didn't show any emotion, they secretly used their divine sense to scan the area frantically, afraid of missing any clues and causing trouble again.

"Yes, it's all over."

After Master Zhiyue finished speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone stared at her in astonishment.

"Master!" "Grandmaster!" "True Master!"

Chu Xianlan was shocked. With her master's current cultivation level, killing the exhausted Sanxiang was not difficult. How could he still be injured?

"Alright, alright, it's nothing, don't act like I'm about to die."

Amidst the chaotic and panicked cries, Master Zhiyue wiped his lips with his sleeve and waved his hand dismissively.

Actually, there's still a part of the story from a thousand years ago that hasn't been finished.

Before the opening of the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm, the former Crown Prince Ji Li had clearly told A Yue, who was still a young girl at the time, that suppressing Wei Long would be a matter of life and death.

As the Crown Prince's confidante, A-Yue was the only choice to enter the secret realm. However, Ji Li, who regarded her as his younger sister, couldn't bear it and gave her a choice: "If it is not your own choice, you do not have to force yourself to die."

These words stirred up turmoil and wavering in A-Yue's heart.

Ultimately, A-Yue was transferred to the border to quell the rebellion. Her original position was naturally replaced by the three prime ministers, who were also confidants of the crown prince. From then on, like a butterfly flapping its wings, she stirred up a storm that spanned a thousand years.

—If she hadn't been so afraid of death back then, would things have been completely different?

Even earlier, on the night the Crown Prince went to Beiming for a marriage alliance, it was A Yue's sword that broke the prison seal, causing the first trace of malevolence to leak out of the world.

—If a more appropriate approach had been taken, or if a moment had been spent carefully handling the aftermath, would Weilong still have been born?

Furthermore, she deliberately concealed her identity, disguising herself as an ordinary rogue cultivator to approach the five-year-old Chu Xianlan, sending the child from the gambling den to the Taiyi Sect, placing him under her very nose, and constantly encouraging him to rebuild his Heavenly Spiritual Root...

Who can say for sure what their true intentions are?

Regret is useless.

Everyone has selfish desires. If one's heart is without shame or defilement, then over the long course of time, the Venerable Three Phases would not have expended so much effort to create golden statues for his predecessors, nor would the True Man Pointing at the Moon have stubbornly guarded a snake egg that had remained motionless for hundreds of years.

Many questions simply have no answers.

It's just a cycle of cause and effect.

The female cultivator stared into the void in silence for a long time. Chu Xianlan couldn't help but call out with concern, "Grandmaster?"

Seeing his little grand-disciple peeking out with such eager eyes, Master Zhiyue's complex thoughts faded away. He raised his hand and roughly ruffled Chu Xianlan's hair.

I'm so glad we rescued this child back then, and I'm also glad that after more than a thousand years, the righteous path of the cultivation world has finally made some progress.

If they had chosen the shortcut of sacrificing the Heavenly Spiritual Root without hesitation... even Master Zhiyue herself couldn't guarantee what she would have done.

Let alone her, some snake that wasn't even there would probably go crazy.

...No, now that things have come to this, it should be the dragon?

After finally getting rid of the angry Weilong, another angry Zhenlong has arrived. Do you think the cultivation world can withstand such a great blessing?

Zhiyue's wild thoughts amused her. She pointed to the sky and patted her little grand-apprentice on the back: "Alright, don't just stand there like an idiot, get to work."

What kind of work do I do?

All the Taoists looked up at the sky.

Only then did they realize that the sky above the imperial city was still dark and gloomy. Although Weilong had been destroyed, his remaining malevolent aura had not yet dissipated.

Sect Leader He's expression hardened. "What should we do now..."

"Of course, we should let the Heavenly Spiritual Root display its full power!"

As they were talking, Master Zhiyue raised his eyebrows and rummaged in his sleeve, tossing out several colorful little things.

"Aaaaaaah, orchid!"

"Pah! I'm suffocating!"

Instantly, the spirits of heaven and earth began to chatter and squawk incessantly.

Chu Xianlan was flustered, catching Xue Ling with her left hand and Hua Ling with her right. Before she could even pay attention to Yan Ling, who was rolling around on her head panting, she suddenly noticed that a certain little monster with its features flying everywhere was gone.

"Earth Spirit?" Chu Xianlan was slightly taken aback. "You've finally returned to normal?"

The spirit floated lightly in mid-air, hugging her braided hair, and nodded shyly.

"Hmm."

He was originally an extremely shy and timid person. After greeting her, he hid in Chu Xianlan's hair, looking very well-behaved and cute, which made people's hearts soften.

Yan Ling: "Tsk!" Loading the cargo!

Hua Ling: "Ha!" How long can one rely on one's looks to please others?

Xue Ling: "...Sigh."

-

Soon, Chu Xianlan was pushed to the square of the Ten Thousand Swords Monument.

Several months later, humans and demons gathered here again, crowding the road. This time, however, there was no tense confrontation; instead, there was more curiosity, and the crowd couldn't help but whisper among themselves:

"Is that His Highness the Third Prince of the Southern Cang Royal Family?"

"Born into the imperial family, why have I fallen into the mortal world? Perhaps there is some secret that cannot be told to outsiders."

"Sigh, it was just the trouble caused by the Three-Phase Venerable and the Crown Prince... Only a few months have passed, and everything has changed so much. It's truly lamentable."

"Upon closer inspection, the Third Prince's features do indeed bear a striking resemblance to Ji Fuyao and the others, especially his eyes."

"You don't understand. This is the demeanor of an imperial family. Even if one is born into an ordinary family, it can't be hidden. Gold will always shine!"

Upon hearing this, He Jingxuan, who was passing by, was immediately filled with pride. His strong chest straightened even more, and he was even happier than if he had been praised himself.

Yes, that's how you praise my generous, handsome, and wealthy brother Chu.

The top henchman, Su Yun, peeked ahead on tiptoe and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother, what's so amazing about the Heavenly Spiritual Root? What's going to happen next?"

Many people are still completely baffled by this issue.

He Jingxuan was naturally unaware of this, but his father had personally predicted that Brother Chu would surely display his great skills.

The senior disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect immediately clenched his fist and put it to his lips, feigning profundity, and said, "Ahem. Never mind, you probably wouldn't understand even if I told you. There's bound to be a big surprise! Just watch and see."

The fellow disciples immediately understood and nodded in agreement.

"I will heed my senior brother's teachings!"

"yes!!"

"Senior Brother is right!"

While the sword cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect were chattering away and seriously appraising their work, the Xuan Yang Sect members were quite quiet. However, if you looked closely at their group, you would notice that among the group of beautiful female cultivators with delicate eyebrows and white teeth, there was one rather discordant figure who stood out.

"..."

Surrounded by layers of beautiful flowers, Ji Cheng'an remained numb.

The dignified fourth prince had never spent so much time with so many sisters in his life. After a few days of getting to know each other, even his great temper was worn away.

Ji Cheng'an could only comfort himself: It's okay, he's a dying man, the most important thing is to keep a calm mind.

Meanwhile, deep within the Eastern Palace, Wei Yi, who had been ordered to search the Crown Prince's bedroom, was dumbfounded and so frightened by the sudden appearance of a living person that he fell to the ground.

"You, you, you, you...!"

The shadow guard's speech was already slurred; he already had a stutter, and after being frightened, it became even worse, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

How could this be—

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley is Xie Qingying!?

Xie Qingying pressed her throbbing forehead with one hand, frowned and looked around blankly. She straightened up as if waking from a dream, seemingly not understanding why she had suddenly left the Mustard Seed Space.

"I... um? Fellow Daoist, did you save me?" Xie Qingying extended her hand and asked in a gentle voice.

Eyes wide open.

Wei Yi felt as if struck by lightning. His ears rang for a few seconds, and various possibilities flashed through his mind. He then bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground.

"Thank you, Divine Physician! I beg you, I beg you, detoxify him and save the Fourth Prince!"

"ah!?"

Xie Qingying, who had just seen the light of day again, was also startled and hurriedly helped him up.

"Fellow Daoist, you absolutely must not perform such a grand gesture!"

It won't be long before the news of "the resurrection of the Medicine King Valley Master" spreads throughout the cultivation world.

But before that.

Rumors such as "The Master of Medicine King Valley, Xie Qingying, harasses young and handsome cultivators," "The Master of Medicine King Valley is a fraudster," "The Master of Medicine King Valley is a wolf in sheep's clothing," "The Master of Medicine King Valley has questionable medical ethics," and "The Master of Medicine King Valley sells fake medicine" still need to be clarified.

A long way to go.

At this moment, below the Ten Thousand Swords Stele, Chu Xianlan took the wooden box handed to her by Ji Fuyao, opened it, and found that it contained a Heavenly Grade Pill.

"I am willing to do my part." Ji Fuyao smiled slightly.

This time, the boy did not refuse and swallowed the pill in front of her.

"Thank you, Ji—" Chu Xianlan paused, took a slow breath, "...Sister."

Upon hearing this, Ji Fuyao, who had already turned to leave, gradually opened her eyes wide. She turned back, and couldn't help but reveal an even more beautiful and charming smile. She nodded solemnly and replied, "Mm."

The next instant, Jin Ling's calm voice rang out from the Emperor's Sword.

"Xianglan, let's begin."

Yan Ling jumped out, rubbing her hands together, "Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge!!"

Almost at the same moment the boy set off, various spirit-gathering formations and talismans set up by sects large and small lit up with spiritual light one after another, forming a wondrous scene of all kinds. Before drawing the Emperor's Sword, Chu Xianlan couldn't help but subconsciously look towards the north.

The next moment, he no longer hesitated, and the Emperor's Sword was drawn, its sound resounding throughout the heavens and earth!

"boom--!"

Like the blazing sun at dawn, like firelight filling the sky.

A blinding five-colored spiritual light shot straight into the sky from the tip of the sword. A ray of light pierced through the heavy, malevolent dark clouds with overwhelming force, carving a large hole in the gloomy sky and revealing half of the clear, clean sky.

The falling golden specks transformed into a gentle drizzle of light, cascading down and cleansing everything.

The crowd was bathed in golden rain, their eyes filled with awe, and the frustration that had accumulated over the past few days due to the malevolent energy gradually disappeared.

Finally, it was Wenxiu from the Xingle Sect who came to his senses first, gesturing wildly and screaming, "A magnificent sight! This is absolutely a breathtaking spectacle worthy of being recorded in the history of the cultivation world!"

They all took out their jade slips, feeling that even if they filled a hundred scrolls, they could not express even a fraction of what they had learned.

"Quick, write it all down!" The Butterfly gripped the pen with both hands, scribbling furiously as if using both feet. "Heavenly light pierces the clouds! Golden rain nourishes the world! Purifies impurities and dispels evil! Creation is reborn… Hmm? I'm running out of paper!"

"See that!" He Jingxuan was extremely excited. Pointing to the tall figure holding a sword in the center of the pillar of light, he introduced him to those around him, whether they knew him or not, "This is my brother, this is my godfather's disciple! Understand!?" By the way, where is my godfather?

In the north, a dragon's roar that shook the universe pierced the sky.

Everyone present looked over and saw that thousands of rays of light covered the other half of the dark sky, and a majestic white dragon shadow was faintly visible amidst the surging, colorful clouds.

Suddenly someone shouted, "A strange phenomenon has appeared in the heavens! Auspicious omens are descending upon the world! The phantom of a true dragon has manifested!"

A true dragon has manifested! A once-in-a-millennium event!

The scene was incredibly moving. No matter how many words they had, they could not express their feelings at that moment. They could only look up in awe.

Su Yun stammered in disbelief, "Senior Brother, is this the big surprise you were talking about?"

He Jingxuan was dumbfounded. How could they even create an illusion of a real dragon?

With this kind of prestige, who else can compare?

However, as the figure, as white as jade, became clearer, everyone realized that it was not a phantom at all—

The white dragon flew straight toward the imperial city. Amidst screams, Chu Xianlan raised her eyes, her heart stopped, and her gaze met a pair of deep, dazzling golden eyes.

"division--"

Immediately, he felt his feet lighten and his body was lifted into the air.