My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Seeing the two of them looking stunned, Gu Changyuan smiled and waved his hand, his tone still casual:

"As for introductions, you can get to know them yourselves. There are too many to introduce them all."

The two snapped out of their daze and, upon hearing their master's words, couldn't help but inwardly grumble—

Master said to be spontaneous, and this is truly spontaneous to the extreme.

They actually let them come forward and introduce themselves, without even helping to make introductions.

Despite their complaints, the two nodded respectfully and walked forward side by side, arriving one by one in front of the ten demon ancestors.

Each time someone approaches a senior student, that senior student will give a brief introduction.

Each time someone is introduced, the two siblings respectfully bow and address them as "Senior Brother" or "Senior Sister".

After going around once, the two had memorized the names of ten senior brothers and sisters, as well as their true forms.

Although they didn't know what their senior brothers and sisters' true forms were, just hearing their names made them seem incredibly powerful.

They returned to Gu Changyuan's side and stood silently.

Gu Changyuan waved his right hand—

The table was instantly filled with all sorts of spiritual fruits, snacks, and celestial wines.

"Please sit down."

Everyone took their seats.

As soon as she sat down, Chi Huang couldn't wait to speak:

"By the way, Xiao Kong, I just heard you say that you were rescued by your master in a desolate mountain?"

Her eyes, red as fire, were filled with curiosity.

"Why are you there? Did your former sect bully you?"

As she spoke, she clenched her right fist and raised it forcefully in front of her, as if to say, "If anyone bullies you, I'll fight back for you."

Upon hearing Chi Huang's words, Gu Changyuan suddenly realized that he had never asked about the backgrounds of these two new disciples.

Although the two claimed to be rogue cultivators, he could tell at a glance that they bore obvious traces of sect affiliation and were not born wanderers.

Now that they have become my disciples, it is only right that I learn about their past.

Gu Changyuan's gaze fell on the two siblings, his tone casual:

"If Xiaohuang hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. We haven't even learned about your backgrounds yet, so I'm wondering if it's convenient for us to talk about it?"

As he spoke, several bright red, juicy, and vibrant watermelons appeared in front of him, as if he were preparing to seriously "eat the watermelon."

Jun Mukong: "..."

Jun Anshi: "..."

The two couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths as they looked at their master's expectant face, which seemed to say, "I'm ready to hear a story."

Master, are you serious about looking like you're eagerly waiting for some gossip?

The two siblings exchanged a glance, took a deep breath, and then sat up straight.

Fine.

Anyway, there's nothing I can't say.

Jun Mukong spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"Actually, my brother and I don't know who our biological parents are."

He paused, his gaze drifting into the distance, as if looking back to a very distant past.

"We were found in a forest by our former master."

The two slowly revealed their backgrounds.

They were found as infants in a deep mountain forest by a cultivator named Kong Chen.

He was ordered to go to a forest near the sect to find a medicinal herb, but he heard a voice.

The sound of a baby crying.

The voice was very weak, as if it had been crying for a long time; it was somewhat hoarse, yet it still stubbornly rang out.

Kong Chen followed the sound and found two tiny swaddled babies at the base of an old tree.

Two babies were placed there side by side.

Kong Chen was stunned.

He looked around but didn't see anyone.

The surroundings were quiet, except for the cries of the two babies, which echoed through the silent forest.

He hesitated for a moment.

Then, he remembered his background.

He was also found by his master when he was an infant.

If it weren't for his master, he would have died on that cold winter night long ago.

Kong Chen squatted down and gently picked up the two babies.

He decided to take the two children with him.

Just as he was about to leave, his gaze fell on the two swaddled babies—there, placed two small jade pendants.

Their names are engraved on the front: Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi.

On the back are engraved a "brother" and a "sister".

This is why they've always known who's older than each other since they were little.

Kong Chen was startled.

He had never seen the material of these two jade pendants before.

The aura emanating from above was mysterious and profound; with his cultivation level, he couldn't see through it at all.

But he could clearly sense that the intensity of that aura far surpassed that of any treasure he had ever seen.

This is definitely not something an ordinary family could produce.

He thought that the parents of these two children might have been forced to leave them here for some unavoidable reason.

Since that was the case, he did not give his two children new names, but instead used the names on the jade pendant.

May you be bathed in the sky, and may you find peace in the present.

Kong Chen took the two children back to his sect, Yuntian Sect.

The Yuntian Sect is located in the western region of the Central Continent and is not a top-ranking sect.

Kong Chen's status within the sect is somewhat special—his master is an ancestor of the Yuntian Sect.

Because of that ancestor, although Kong Chen's cultivation level was not high, his seniority within the sect was quite high.

Many elders would address him as "Uncle-Master".

However, after that ancestor passed away, Kong Chen himself had only mediocre talent. If it weren't for the favor left by his master, he wouldn't have been qualified to stay in the Yuntian Sect at all.

With the passing of the patriarch, many within the sect harbored resentment towards Kong Chen and secretly ostracized him, openly and covertly feeling that he was unworthy of his current status, possessing resources but lacking real strength.

Even some of the clan elders had their own opinions about him, but they maintained a show of respect out of politeness.

Kong Chen never paid attention to these idle gossips. He simply stayed at the sect with his brother and sister and invited a female cultivator who was good at taking care of children to look after them.

Occasionally, I would go out to do some missions in exchange for cultivation resources, and then watch them grow up little by little.

However, fate did not give him much time.

Two years ago, Kong Chen encountered an accident during a mission.

He perished in that battle.

When the news reached the sect, Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi were waiting for him to return in the courtyard.

What they found was their master's cold corpse and a few broken belongings.

That year, they were in their early twenties.

After their master left, their situation became even more difficult than Kong Chen's had been back then.

Those who used to gossip behind people's backs are now too lazy to even bother with the pretense.

Cold words and sarcastic remarks, both overt and covert attacks, followed one after another.

Those disciples who had once treated Kong Chen with some courtesy because of his seniority now acted superior to them.

They practically wanted to write "You don't deserve to be here" on their faces.

Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi endured it for two years.

For two years, they silently cultivated themselves, lived their lives quietly, and silently endured everything.

Until a few days ago—

Jun Mukong had a dream.

In their dream, there was a desolate mountain where an opportunity awaited them.

He told his sister about the potential opportunities that might arise in the barren mountains.

Jun Anshi listened and remained silent for a long time.

Then she said:

"Brother, let's go."

There's no particular reason.

I just don't want to stay here anymore.

So, they packed up the last few things left in their master's room and quietly left the Yuntian Sect under the cover of night.

They came to that desolate mountain, buried their master's belongings, and erected a simple monument.

Then, they began searching for the opportunity Jun Mukong had mentioned in the desolate mountains.

Instead of finding an opportunity, they encountered a group of bandit cultivators.

Gu Changyuan learned what happened next.