Master Zhang Hua's gaze fell upon Xiu Qiyu. With his dragon-like bearing and phoenix-like demeanor, his extraordinary bearing and calm gaze, he was poised and measured in his actions. No wonder the boss praised him so highly; he was indeed a rare genius.

"Get up. Since you have come to Heavenly Sword Peak, it means you have a connection with Heavenly Sword Peak. As for whether we have a master-disciple relationship, that is entirely up to you."

Xiu Qiyu nodded: "Thank you, Master. I understand."

After he finished speaking, Sang Yu's voice came from outside.

"Master, Master, I'm back."

"This girl, she's still acting crazy."

Feiyue smiled faintly: "She only acts so crazy in front of you."

Sang Yu rushed straight to Master Zhang Hua and threw herself into his arms, crying, "Master, Master~~" She hugged him tightly and wouldn't let go, as if she was afraid that Master Zhang Hua would disappear.

"Alright, she's a two-hundred-year-old spinster."

"Master~~" Sang Yu drawled, her eyes red, as if she had been crying.

Feiyue stepped forward and helped Sangyu up. Over the years, her junior sister had suffered a lot. Now that her master had returned, she hoped that things would improve for her.

Of the six of them, one is still missing.

"I'll take my leave now and come to visit again tomorrow." Seeing this, Xiu Qiyu prepared to leave. Master Zhang Hua had come out of seclusion, and the six of them, master and disciples, must have something to say. It was better to leave the time to them.

"Wait—" Sang Yu called out to Xiu Qiyu.

Xiu Qiyu looked up: "Is there anything else?"

"Hand over all the spirit wine you have on you."

"Junior Sister, although this is our Heavenly Sword Peak, how did you end up doing the work of bandits?" Jue Chen felt a little embarrassed for Sang Yu.

"What do you know, Senior Brother? There's no spirit wine in the entire Heavenly Sword Sect that tastes better than the one he carries."

Even so, it seems unreasonable to seize it by force.

Clearly, Sang Yu didn't care. They'd already taken it all, so why bother with all that?

"This is wine, this is white jade peach wine, and this is your favorite osmanthus wine."

"Thanks, I'll teach you a trick or two another day. Next time you see that woman Leng Shuang, give her a good beating, don't let her look like a helpless little cabbage."

"Thank you, I understand."

Xiu Qiyu slowly walked down Tianjian Peak. Although the scenery was still the same, the entire Tianjian Peak seemed to come alive after Zhang Hua Zhenren came out of seclusion.

It was clear that Jue Chen, Qin Wu, and Sang Yu were all very happy.

In any case, things are already much better now. Whether or not Master Zhang Hua will accept him as a disciple is no longer important.

Xiu Qiyu walked down Tianjian Peak with a calm expression, leaving the crowd of onlookers gathered below: Σ(°△°|||)︴

(#‵′) Damn, Xiu Qiyu is back to her lively self. It seems that apart from being a little pale, she is perfectly fine.

Mingming was seriously injured after fighting Tu Ba this morning and was powerless against Leng Shuang. He was eventually rescued by the senior brother of Tianjian Peak and is now fully recovered.

What they saw before must have been a fake Xiu Qiyu.

I heard that Master Zhang Hua has emerged from seclusion. Is this true or false? If it is true, Xiu Qiyu's luck is just too good.

So many geniuses waited for so long without seeing Master Zhang Hua, but Xiu Qiyu only waited a few days before Master Zhang Hua emerged from seclusion.

In other words, Xiu Qiyu has now met Zhang Hua Zhenren.

What everyone is curious about is whether Master Zhang Hua and Xiu Qiyu actually hit it off, and whether Xiu Qiyu actually became Master Zhang Hua's disciple.

They were genuinely curious, and also, after thirty years of seclusion, to what extent had Master Zhang Hua cultivated his skills?

Master Zhang Hua has been in seclusion for thirty years, and it seems that the entire Heavenly Sword Sect has forgotten the existence of Heavenly Sword Peak. Now that Master Zhang Hua has emerged from seclusion, it seems that the entire Heavenly Sword Mountain is about to change.

Xiu Qiyu was not unaware of the pairs of resentful, curious eyes below the mountain, who continued to walk down calmly.

He knew what they were thinking; they were just jealous of his incredible luck.

Xiao Yezi's reputation as a genius hasn't spread yet, otherwise they would be even more envious of his incredible luck, as if he had monopolized all the good fortune in the world.

Now, Xiu Qiyu only hopes to return safely on this journey.

He neither sped up nor deliberately slowed down, walking back slowly as usual. Perhaps because of his injury, he was walking even slower than usual today.

The road was already halfway through, and Xiu Qiyu's shadow cast a long shadow behind him.

"Stop!" In the end, someone broke the peace.

Xiu Qiyu stopped and looked quietly at the three people blocking his way: "What is it?"

"You've offended Captain Cold Frost."

"Then what?"

"Then, we're going to challenge you."

“I refuse,” Xiu Qiyu replied quickly.

Clearly, his answer shocked the visitors. The proud Xiu Qiyu actually refused their challenge, which meant he was seriously injured and knew he was no match for them.

"If you are a swordsman, pick up your sword and accept our challenge."

Whether I accept your challenge or not has nothing to do with whether I am a swordsman or not.

"you--"

"Stop wasting your breath on him. He won't listen to reason, so he'll have to suffer the consequences."

"That's right, today we'll risk breaking the sect's rules to teach this kid a lesson."

"That's right."

"Just to be on the safe side, let's all go together."

"good."

Xiu Qiyu's beautiful, dazzling eyes swept indifferently over the three people opposite her, seemingly with a silent sarcasm.

The three figures had already moved. The next second, the swords in their hands fell to the ground at the same time. Then, the three of them lay down on the ground and began to roll around on the ground.

"Ugh, it itches so much!"

"Xiu Qiyu, what exactly did you do?"

"Damn it, hurry up and give us the antidote!"

"I can't take it anymore. Ughhh!"

The three men frantically grabbed at their clothes, leaving bloody scratches on their faces, making them look quite terrifying.

Xiu Qiyu didn't even glance at the three of them, and slowly walked past them.

The three people were left rolling around on the spot, screaming and wailing, wishing they could faint.

"Kill me, ahhh!"

Those hiding nearby gasped in shock. What kind of method could drive a steadfast swordsman to the brink of suicide?

Just how many secrets is Xiu Qiyu hiding? Looking at Xiu Qiyu's retreating figure now, they felt a growing sense of awe.