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"Brother, brother!"

From afar, Little Grass, who had grown a lot, shouted loudly at a group of cultivators rushing over, covered in dust.

"Little Grass!"

Lin Fan had noticed her long ago, his heart eager as he approached his hometown, already searching for that familiar figure.

Seeing his sister's call, his mature face was filled with joy.

However, this happiness didn't last long.

"Little Grass, my dear sister."

He heard a voice he didn't want to hear, louder than his own, making his heart flutter with unease.

It was Zhu Zishan.

Currently, their friendly attitude was like 'wave-particle duality.' Sometimes they were very close, like comrades in arms, and other times they despised each other, arguing whenever they met.

It was quite peculiar.

Ever since Star Mother Yuanjun attacked the Bright Lake Domain, some domains, sensing danger, stopped supporting the three major battlefields, no longer sending fierce beasts and puppets.

The pressure on the three major battlefields immediately decreased.

They didn't need so many people anymore, and the Four Great Sects quickly selected a group of experts, also doing some rotation work.

The cultivators guarding the three major battlefields also needed to rest and recuperate for a while.

Lin Fan, Zhu Zishan, Qingfeng, Shangu, and other young prodigies from the Four Great Sects were also among those rotated.

Or rather, their performance in the three major battlefields had earned the recognition of the Four Great Sects, and they could proceed to the next stage of cultivation.

Such young prodigies needed to constantly undergo trials and baptisms, and they couldn't be kept in one place for too long.

Qingyun Mountain was the most core area of the entire cultivation world.

External training wasn't always the best choice. External training was for increasing one's foundation, but digestion and progress still required returning to Qingyun Mountain.

No environment was more suitable than Qingyun Mountain.

It wasn't just the transformation of Xuanhuang, but also everything jointly condensed by the cultivators.

In short, it condensed the most suitable environment for cultivators, a case of humans changing the environment.

Not the environment changing humans.

"Shut up, she's my sister!" Lin Fan shouted at Zhu Zishan, straining his voice.

"Hey, why are you shouting so loudly?" Zhu Zishan retorted.

"I'm loud? Your voice was louder than mine just now," Lin Fan said.

"Wasn't I just happy to see Little Grass, my dear sister?" Zhu Zishan's tone weakened a bit.

"Spare me, do you need to be happy? She's my own sister," Lin Fan said unkindly.

"I'm also half her master, not much worse than you," This was just sophistry.

However, as the two slowly approached Little Grass, their relationship suddenly became harmonious.

One couldn't see a trace of the feeling that they wished the other would disappear.

One would think these two were 'true friends.'

The main reason was that they didn't want Little Grass to notice their argument.

As for Lin Little Grass, she was being dragged by a vine, as if standing on a giant vine.

Her emerald green clothes moved without wind, no longer the appearance of a small bean sprout, but becoming very cute.

Little Grass was still one of Tun Xing's best friends.

One was a true child, and the other, although a thousand-year-old demon, was as pure as a child. The two met in the Dream Realm and became the best of friends who could play together.

It wasn't the kind that added any benefits, purely the friendship of children.

At first, Tun Xing took the initiative, but now it had become Little Grass.

Humans are ultimately a miracle, and wisdom will increase with age.

Unlike Tun Xing, who had hardly changed in the past few years. His cultivation essence had improved a lot, but his wisdom seemed to be frozen.

Little Grass had instead become the leader.

"Little Grass!"

"Little Grass, my dear sister!"

The two appeared neatly beside Little Grass, their tones very gentle.

At the same time, they felt disgusted by such gentle words to each other.

Their own gentleness didn't count.

"Brother, Master Zhu," Little Grass said happily to the two of them.

This Master Zhu was what Lin Fan had repeatedly reminded her to call him, so that Little Grass would remember that he was always a master, with no other relationship.

Zhu Zishan didn't feel disgusted or dissatisfied.

Whether Lin Fan believed it or not, he really didn't have any other thoughts, and truly treated Little Grass as his sister.

Because he also had a younger sister before, who was as cute as Little Grass, but she died in the revival of the strange.

Zhu Zishan was indeed a Confucian prodigy, but that didn't mean his background was very good.

In fact, like Lin Fan, they were both people who had fallen from the ends of the earth, and were also orphans, except that he was valued and focused on cultivating by the Confucian school, catching up with a good opportunity.

At the root of it, Lin Fan and Zhu Zishan were actually from the same sect.

They were both orphans and widows who had been rescued by the government before, except that one was lucky, and his talent was visible to the naked eye and was focused on cultivating by the government.

The other was a little more miserable, rescued by the government in a small place, but as the government in this small place also disappeared, he became an orphan and widow again.

The essence was the same.

Zhu Zishan also had a beautiful family, which also disappeared in the revival of the strange.

He looked at Little Grass as if she were his own sister, without adding any other thoughts.

It was just that Lin Fan was confused, fearing that this friend had come with ill intentions.

In fact, Lin Fan was thinking too much, which was also related to the fact that he and his sister depended on each other for life, and that the reason they were able to survive before was because his sister was still young and needed care, and he couldn't die.

This kind of obsession allowed him to turn danger into safety many times, and to survive strongly.

Or rather, his sister was already his obsession, he just didn't know it.

This needed to be broken through, and if he couldn't get out of this obsession, it would be very troublesome in the future.

Sun Hui naturally discovered it, but it was still early and he wasn't in a hurry. Moreover, good and bad were always one, and because of this obsession, Lin Fan had achieved today's achievements, and even urged him to grow.

This was the good side.

Therefore, the Martial Alliance ignored it. There was still a long time, and who could say what the future would hold.

Maybe he wouldn't need to remind him, and Lin Fan would be able to discover and correct himself in the future.

These initial young geniuses were born with a certain amount of luck.

Currently, the strongest four had already entered the mid-stage of Transcendence.

This speed could be said to be very fast.

It was just that the mysterious comprehension and the real masters were very different, but no matter what, at least the cultivation was enough.

They were already able to stand alone.

This time, the Four Great Sects summoned them back, and also planned to continue to delegate power to them and increase their efforts.

Let them become a new round of pioneering vanguards.

After all, the Four Great Sects announced their return, and the appearance of the Myriad Spirits had already destined them to expand, which was obvious.

Bi Xia and others who were still in the Myriad Spirits Palace had mentioned this point at the beginning.

The Lord of All Living Beings had also agreed, and they had all thought of it together.

Zhu Zishan reluctantly and pretentiously checked Little Grass's cultivation, and was very satisfied, but was driven away by Lin Fan in depression.

"Alright, alright, you've seen it too. Little Grass hasn't been lazy, she's been working hard, hurry up and leave, you're not from our Martial Alliance, do you want to betray us?"

This made Zhu Zishan speechless.

As the nominal leader of the East Sea First Battlefield in the three major battlefields, he did need to return to headquarters to report.

He had no choice but to leave sullenly.

Reporting his achievements, and also receiving new tasks and assignments from the headquarters.

However, he guessed that they wouldn't be allowed to go out for a short time; they needed to settle down.

The four major cultivations were planned, not forced growth.

There was time, no rush.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zishan became much happier.

His Confucian companions shook their heads, not understanding the behavior of these two.

What they understood even less was that these two (Zhu Zishan and Lin Fan), being so half-hearted, were still unattainable, always suppressed below, which was incomprehensible.

Could this be talent?

Neglecting their duties, yet stronger than themselves who dared not relax for a moment.

Truly… speechless.

Without a single mistake, one poem, one launch, one inner, one content, one at a glance!

There was a big difference between the Four Great First Geniuses and the Four Great Young Geniuses.

Seemingly just a different title, but the meaning it represents is very, very significant.

"Brother, why is Master Zhu unhappy? Did I not meet his requirements? Am I not working hard enough?"

Little Grass didn't understand the nerves of these two.

She even thought she wasn't working hard enough, and Master Zhu wasn't satisfied.

"No, you're doing great, you're working very hard, he… your Master Zhu is too strict, very excessive, extremely excessive, I will find a way to find you a better master, and when we have a better one, we'll replace him."

Lin Fan swore.

"Huh? Are we going to replace Master Zhu again? Brother, you've said that many times," Little Grass said.

"This? Don't worry, it will definitely happen."

"Brother, I'm not worried, I mean Master Zhu is actually a very good person, how about we don't replace him? Little Grass likes Master Zhu," Little Grass said.

"What?" Lin Fan instantly exploded: "Sister, you can't be confused, you can't think like that."

"He…"

Lin Fan was about to continue his long speech when suddenly: "Little Lin, get over here."

A sudden roar directly interrupted his performance.

Lin Fan instantly shuddered; the Martial Dao Alliance seniors he feared the most were Jin Ning and Wu Gang.

The other seniors were also scary, but not like these two, who would actually hit you.

Especially Jin Ning, who seemed to have been instructed by Chief Manager Sun Hui to guide him, in the name of being half a master.

So he was very strict.

In fact, there was a story during this period; originally, Sun Hui intended to take Lin Fan as a disciple.

But he slowly realized that the impact wasn't good; his identity was destined not to be easily done like that, even if no one gossiped, it would still be a bit suggestive.

The other three Sect Leaders all accepted disciples; it wasn't good for him to be the first.

Moreover, the goal of the four people for a long time was to improve themselves, control and develop the strength of the forces, and it was not appropriate to be distracted.

Wouldn't accepting a disciple be equivalent to finding a crown prince for the Four Greats, who would inherit their position in the future?

This stage was very unsuitable; it was best not to do anything that was not conducive to strengthening development.

Lest distraction lead to the stagnation of one's own cultivation and the stagnation of one's own forces.

As the Alliance Leader and Sect Leader, how much power one enjoyed, one had to bear how much price; they were always complementary.

There was no such thing as only enjoying power without bearing responsibility.

Even wanting to accept a disciple required caution.

So he temporarily abandoned this idea and handed Lin Fan over to Jin Ning for guidance.

Jin Ning was a cautious and serious person, just like when he followed Xuan Huang, and was also one of Xuan Huang's youngest disciples.

The youngest in age, but nominally the 'eldest brother'.

There was a story about the nine people instigating him at the beginning.

Now that I think about it, Jin Ning was foolishly blessed; who would have thought that there would be the current circulation.

The rumor that Jin Ning was Xuan Shi's number one disciple, success and failure both due to Xiao He, this name was too crucial.

The ten major disciples did not dare to deny it, after all, they did do so at the beginning.

People do not have foresight; even old foxes like the Four Great Sect Leaders could not avoid making mistakes.

The initial 'instigation' and 'fooling the fool' became one of Jin Ning's greatest reliance today.

The nominal Xuan Shi's eldest disciple.

The nine people regretted their initial instigation; if they had known the subsequent development, they would have stepped forward to be this 'eldest brother' at that time, but now it was too late to regret.

Therefore, Jin Ning was the strongest in reputation and luck among the Four Great Sect Leaders.

It was because of this reason.

Currently, Xuan Huang's ten major disciples (not counting Yuan Tianchun) were all at the first-order perfection level, and with the help of the birth of the previous Lord of All Beings, gathering the lines of cause and effect, they were even at the level of flawless five elements.

They had already reached the conditions to step into the second order.

It was just a matter of whether the ten people wanted to or not, and whether they were prepared or not.

In this era of pioneering and great creation, luck was sometimes more important than talent.

The ten major disciples were all famous; every cultivator knew them and would understand them.

Although what was always heard was the news of the Four Great Sect Leaders, and even the news of the eleventh Yuan Tianchun was much more than that of the first six of the ten disciples.

But it did not mean that the six people's fame and luck were small.

It depended on who they were compared to; naturally, no one could compare to the Four Great Sect Leaders.

In general, these eleven disciples of Xuan Huang were half active and half low-key.

Their styles and actions were different.

Jin Ning was the most special one, with the aforementioned nominal eldest disciple, and also the reason for being the youngest.

He was only about ten years apart from Lin Fan.

He belonged to the category of the younger generation, but his status and strength were classified as the strongest second generation under Xuan Huang.

He was very attentive to teaching Lin Fan, and even wanted to imitate Xuan Huang.

Imitate how he followed Xuan Shi in the past, and how Xuan Shi taught him.

Learn from him, be like him, and eventually surpass… well, let's skip that, he admitted that he couldn't do it.

Seeing Lin Fan's 'various ugly states', he was immediately furious.

What kind of brother was this? Did you know you were a little perverted?

Even a sister-protecting maniac wouldn't be like this.

He could see that Zhu Zishan had no other ideas, but Lin Fan couldn't see through it, and was deeply trapped inside.

"Ka!"

Lin Fan was grabbed by the neck by Jin Ning at once, as if he had grabbed the back of his destiny.

"Jin, Master Jin, I, I…"

"Shut up," Jin Ning interrupted forcefully.

And with a look, he signaled the female disciples of the Martial Dao Alliance to take Little Grass away; if this guy continued to teach her, this cute child would grow up blind.

"I haven't settled accounts with you yet; I heard that the Realm attacked the three major battlefields before, and you and Zhu Zishan were the first to withdraw from the battlefield, and were directly knocked unconscious by the enemy.

Why didn't they beat you to death?

How did you act as the leader? Is this how you act as the leader?

You were knocked flying and used fainting to cope?

You kid, I see that you're useless; do you still look like a young genius of my Martial Dao Alliance? Aren't you ashamed?"

Jin Ning's torrent of 'humiliating' words poured down.

Speaking of this, it was the black spot in life that Zhu Zishan and Lin Fan were most reluctant to mention.

It was too embarrassing.

"Ah, beat me to death, I don't want to live anymore," Lin Fan shouted miserably.

… (End of this chapter)